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I told him.

You didn't?

I did.

I'll quit if I have to.

I feel so stupid
being in this position.

What did he say?

He weaseled around,

the usual.

He said just to hang on,

not much longer.

You're serious this time.

Yeah.

I've had it.

Well, good.

Good for you.

Okay, we gotta go,

'cause you're going to be late.

I can't tell you
how exciting this is,

new CD, new tour,

it feels great
to say thanks back to the fans.

You've played
the smaller markets

pretty consistently

for the last few years.

Why start off with a show here

in your home town?

It's where I feel
most comfortable,

and my friends here
are very forgiving.

Tell me about the new CD.

You recorded it locally, right?

That's right.

We're not on a label
at the moment,

but we can fund and produce
our own CD,

available at the shows
or on our website.

John,
why the new CD?

Why now?

My wife, Pamela...

she felt I owed it
to my fans.

And I think she
was just tired of me

hanging around the house.

But seriously,

she's the reason
I'm writing again.

She's my best critic,

my muse,

and the boss.

After 10 years of marriage,
I know enough not to argue.

Chocolate donut
or bear claw?

What happened
to smoothies and kale?

This is medicine.

Donut or bear claw?

Bear claw, small piece.

What's going on?

It's my sister.

Is she okay?

She's coming for a visit.

I'll take a bigger piece.

When is she coming?

Saturday.

Why?
Why after all this time?

She said she misses me.

Well, that could be good.

I mean, that could be
a good thing.

Or you could
eat your feelings.

Mm-hmm.

Hi.

Can we help you?

Yeah, we're looking
for a vintage coat.

Like, men's,
mohair, blonde...?

Like a car coat?

Like John Dalton wore
on his first album?

Uh, yeah, exactly that.

It's for John.

I'm Cassie Parker,

I'm John's
wardrobe designer,

and this is Lita Merrill,

she plays bass in the band.

Well, I'm Jenn,
and this is Dani.

She is a big fan.

I'm just,
I love his music.

I did read

that he was playing
a local club?

That's right.

I'd get you guys tickets

but it's sold out
to fan club members.

Yeah, I heard
that, too.

Oh, I knew you should have
joined that fan club.

You could come

to the sound check,

next best thing.

Yeah, or we could
maybe get John

to swing by the store.

Are you serious?

I mean, we would just--
we would love that.

Okay.

John did send us
on a mission, though,

to try to find the coat
from that album cover?

I know what
you're talking about,

but we don't have one.

You might try
Vintage Threads on Elm.

Cool.

It was really nice
to meet you guys.

I'll get you on the list
for sound check.

Thank you!

That's so cool.

Wow! "Sound check,"
sounds so official.

Dani loves him,

and I'd like to go
to a sound check.

I've never been
to one.

Johnny Dalton.

Country music, right?

I never heard of him.

He's country,

but kind of modern.

He had that one big hit,
uh, "true to you."

I love that song.

That song was everywhere
a few years ago.

Then, nothing.

I'd take the money
from one big hit.

Well, I've got some, uh,
I've got some good news.

We just signed a big contract
to build new luxury condos

once they tear down
the old Hatcher building.

And you're gonna love this,

it's completely sustainable
and state of the art.

Isn't that building
on the historic register?

No.

No, it's old,
it doesn't look it,

but it's old, and it's...
it's completely falling apart.

It is old.

I didn't even know
that Dani had a sister.

Beth Ann,
she's older.

A bit judgmental and critical,

thinks Dani should have married,
had kids, gotten a "real job."

Owning an antique store
isn't a real job?

Beth Ann says
it's a hobby.

Needless to say,

there's a lot of tension
between them.

What does she do?

Charity work.

She's on the board
of this and that.

Her husband is
some big corporate executive.

Doesn't sound
remotely like Dani.

So, why is she coming to visit?

Therein lies
the mystery.

Ah, that word...

at least we're
making progress.

How's that?

Well, we've got a mystery,
but there's no dead bodies.

Funny.

Good night, sweetie.

Good night.

No, tickets are selling,

just not as well
as we'd hoped.

That's hard to believe.

Well, what if we switch up
some of these venues?

You know, smaller clubs
instead of theatres?

Rick, you are not
changing one thing.

Those seats will sell
when the reviews come in

and John's new CD
is streaming.

Okay, this and this
are both "no"s.

This is okay.

I'm serious, Rick, no junk.

Get a different designer
if he can't do better.

Just wanted you to see 'em.

I saw them.

You'd better get moving

if you're going to get
to rehearsal on time.

Can I help you?

Beth Ann?

Jennifer!

Oh! It's been such a long time.

It has been.

Wonderful to see you.

Thank you.

Is Dani here?

Oh, no, she's out,
but she'll be back very soon.

Where's your luggage?

Did you come straight
from the airport?

Oh, no. No, no.

I'm at the Regent.

Dani's place is a
little cozy for me.

Oh.

Wow, you know,

I haven't ever been
to your store.

It's cute.

You actually have some...
some nice pieces.

Thank you.

Oh, well, listen,

I'm going to go
back to the hotel to rest,

but the concierge recommended
a lovely place for dinner.

Will you join?

My treat.

Thank you for the offer,
I'm afraid I can't.

But maybe another night.

That'd be wonderful.

So good to see you.

You too.

Wow.

It really is lovely.

Hey, Dani?

Fasten your seat belt.

She's here.

♪ And it all
comes down to this ♪

♪ when I'm not with you
you're the one that I miss ♪

♪ you gotta believe
what I'm saying to you ♪

♪ gotta believe
my heart has been true ♪

♪ since that
very first kiss... ♪

Take five, everybody.

Wow, John, man,
that was amazing.

I really felt that.

- It was great, wasn't it?
- It's a hit.

Hey, Lita.

Come here,
I want to talk to you.

Leave your personal issues
at the door, okay?

If you can't even act
like you're into it,

then bass players
are a dime a dozen.

Do you want to do this tour?

Of course, I want
to do the tour--

then act like it.

Hey!

Hi!

So, I was able to get you
on the list for the sound check.

Dani is gonna be thrilled,
thank you.

And...

I have some Dalton tour jackets

I'd like to sell
on consignment.

Oh, wow, these are cool.

That one has
an autograph, so...

it should be worth more.

Dani might buy it for herself.

Is the real John
like the one the public sees?

Sure.

Even better.

It's nice he's been married
to his high-school sweetheart

for all these years.

Don't forget, John's the guy
who wrote "true to you."

Do you really think
the fans would have stayed

if they'd broken up?

I do think they like the fact
that they've stayed together,

but everyone's human.

Even Sonny and Cher split up.

Yup.

Didn't hurt her career.

- Hey, hon'.
- Hey, sweetheart.

What a day.

Looks like we made the news,

something about our
new condo project?

Really?
What about it?

I'm not sure,

they just gave me a heads-up
to watch tonight.

Oh.

College students

were at the city council
meeting today

seeking historical status
for the old Hatcher building,

slated for demolition...

we are here today
to present a petition

signed by 112
concerned citizens

to save the Hatcher building--

that's Hannah!

Hey, Dad.

Hannah, how was your day?

It was fine.

Do anything interesting?

No, not particularly.

Hmm.

Looked like you
on the news tonight.

We made the news?

That's great.

May I be excused?
I've got to tell everybody.

Whoa, there.

You know that's my company
building the condos.

I know.
But you can't.

Actually, we can.

Dad, a lot of people
really care

about that building's history.

You can't tear it down
to build condos.

We'll talk later.

Do you know
the Hatcher building?

No.

But, I mean, if you build
a skate park there

instead of some condos,

you've definitely got my vote.

Of course, I wanted
to see your place.

I just know how
difficult it can be

to have a house guest.

Well, you're not
a house guest,

you're my sister,

and I do have
a guest bedroom.

Oh, you know me,

I like staying
at nice hotels.

And room service.

Yeah, that too.

Oh, wow...

thank you.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Dani,

your place
is really nice.

You think?

Yeah.

Well...

it takes a little
getting used to,

but I mean that in a good way.

Yeah.

I'm a little surprised

that just, out of the blue,
you decided to visit.

Well, you know,

I was just thinking about

how fast time is just
slipping away,

and you have tried
to get together

so many times over the years,

so... here I am.

Better late than never, right?

Okay...

Ooh, you know what,

I'm going to show you
pictures of the girls.

You will not believe
how big they're getting.

Mm.

One second.

No, it was... it was fun.

I mean, every so often,

the old Beth Ann
would peek out,

but for the most part,
she was... nice.

Dani, don't be
so cynical.

People change.

Hi.

Um, we were just out

looking for some
things for the tour...

and Cassie said

there was a fan
of mine in here.

Right here.

You must be Dani.

Hi. John....

it's nice to meet you.

And you're Pamela!

I've loved you both
for so long.

Aw, thanks.

Dani, now's your chance,
you can get a photo.

Oh, I don't want
to bother John.

It's no bother.

Give Pam your phone.

I don't have a phone.

Jenn, I don't
have a phone--

Oh, use mine.

Here.

Perfect.

Okay, babe,

you are going
to be late.

I'm going to stay
and do some shopping.

Yes, ma'am.

It was nice
to meet you both.

It's nice
to meet you, too.

Thank you.

John Dalton...

I have a set of Royal Albert
and I'm missing a couple pieces.

Do you have any?

Oh, uh, yes.

Back in the corner.

How cute is that?

Sorry to come by so late.

Can we talk?

Sure.

Come on in.

So, listen, I'm sorry
about this afternoon.

Okay?

You are an integral
part of this band,

and I-- and John--

we couldn't imagine going
on this tour without you.

John must have really
let you have it.

This has nothing
to do with John.

I overreacted.

I know that
when that curtain goes up,

you will be there 100 %.

Well, thank you.

Is there anything going on?

Anything you want to talk about?

I'm fine.

I always get a little...
emotional before a tour.

Hey, yeah, I get that.

I get that. Me too.

Well, thank you
for coming over.

You know, I could use a drink.

Uh...

it's kinda late, Rick.

Yeah, you're right.

I'll let myself out.

Goodnight.

Yeah.

You've been to the
Second Ave Club before, right?

A long time ago.

Wouldn't it be great
if we stuck around

and we could see
the actual show?

Yeah, but sound check
will be fun.

Oh, Beth Ann says

she wants to work here
one afternoon.

Oh.

Not hang out,
but work?

That's what she said.

I say let her.

She knows antiques.

Oh, but can she sell?

I've only ever seen her buy.

Whew!

Hi. Jenn and Dani?

We're on the list?

Thank you.

I will figure it out--

- find her.
- I will deal with it--

- find her.
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Is everything okay?

Lita, our bass player,
needs to be here now.

Our sound check
starts in minutes.

John uses this
as a last rehearsal,

runs through stops and starts--

Pamela!

What is this?

We all just got this.

"I can't do this anymore.

"Love you all.
Goodbye.

Lita."

She can't quit.

Not now.

I'm going to drag her back here
by the scruff of the neck.

Cassie, drive me over.

I'll have her back
in half an hour.

All right, back to work!

Back to work!

Sound check in 30 minutes.

The show starts on time,
all right?

You guys are welcome to stay.

Looks like we'll be delayed
half an hour or so.

What happened?

Our bass player
just quit,

by text.

Her car's here.

Yeah.

Lita!

Open the door!

Use your key.

Lita?

Lita?

Call 9-1-1.

I-I need...
I need an ambulance.

You got it?

Yeah.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

This isn't a homicide.

A detective goes to the scene
of any unattended death.

And you?

Well, I was at the club
when everyone got the text.

Lita Merrill brought
some things into my store.

She's selling them
on consignment.

And?

Well, why does someone
sell things on consignment

if they're planning on
killing themselves?

Well, that appears to be
what happened.

Okay.

If it's not a crime scene,

then you don't mind
if I take a look around, do you?

All right.

I'll humor you.

Just take a look around,
and tell me what you see.

I'll be back in a minute,

and don't touch anything.

Okay, Sherlock,

knock yourself out.

Let's hear
what you got.

Well, let me first say,
this is incredibly sad.

I mean, I didn't know
Lita Merrill that well,

but it's hard to believe
she's gone.

But from a mystery standpoint,

there doesn't appear to be
any forced entry.

Were the doors locked,
the windows undisturbed?

All of them.

Did you see the text?

No.

But Pamela told me
that Lita wrote

she couldn't do this anymore,
she loved everyone,

and goodbye.

And there's your suicide note.

Now, from what I know,

Dalton and Cassie,
they knocked on the door,

there's no answer,

and they let themselves in.

Wait, they had a key?

Yes.

Cassie has one
for every band member.

So, they entered,

they saw her hanging.

Cassie called 9-1-1,

and then John lifted her down,

and attempted resuscitation.

What's your theory?

She seemed so happy, Frank.

She was very excited
about going on tour.

It just doesn't fit.

Well, a lot of people,

you know, troubled people,

they're able to hide
their problems.

I've seen it many times before.

Now what happens?

Wait for the coroner's report,

and if all
is as it seems, then...

it is what it is.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Take-out's in the kitchen.

I thought
you might need Italian.

You know me so well.

I'm sorry about your friend.

I keep thinking about
the last time I saw Lita.

I don't know what to do

with the stuff
she brought in the store.

Well, it belongs
to the estate,

so someone
can come and claim it,

or you can bring it
to the police.

Does she have family here?

I don't know.

I really don't know
that much about her.

We are lucky.

We have each other,

we have two great kids.

Life is good.

Life is good.

But as for the two great kids...

right now,
I'm thinking only one.

Hannah is causing me
so much grief at work.

Actually, not Hannah,
my daughter,

because no one knows
it's my daughter

who's working against
my company's biggest project.

It'll be okay.

I'll, uh, get you the food.

Thanks.

It's horrible.
I can't believe it.

I knew something
was wrong

the minute everyone
came on stage

with their cell phones.

You could see
from their faces,

the band was
just devastated.

Where's your sister?

Um, she's back at the hotel.

She got theatre tickets.

We're going later.

Oh, I thought she wanted
to work in the store.

Oh, she does.

She's working up to it.

What are you reading?

Oh, just a little
Agatha Christie.

Oh, no.

What?

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

I'm just reading
a little mystery book.

Oh, yes, and my sister's here
because she misses me.

Solve that mystery.

- Hey, dad.
- Hey.

Uh, are you going?

- I was going to talk to you.
- Yeah, I've got study group.

Um, not sure
when I'll be back,

but we'll talk.

Okay.

I talked to Hannah
about the Hatcher building.

That building has no
historical significance.

I mean, it looks good
on the outside,

but the inside
is completely rotting.

She's pretty passionate
about it,

and isn't that
how we raised her,

to fight for what
she believes in?

Well, why couldn't she be
passionate about new condos?

The show's been rescheduled.

It'll be a tribute to Lita.

I have tickets,
if you're still interested.

Well, I am.

Thank you.

How's John?

It's been rough.

He kind of withdrew into
himself for a few days.

It was so traumatic.

He had no clue Lita was
going through anything.

I guess sometimes

it's hard to see the signs.

Actually,

our manager noticed

she seemed a little
out of it at rehearsal.

But...

poor John.

He's never been good
around death,

and he walks in--

thought she might
still be alive.

He performed CPR

until the ambulance
guys arrived.

Really freaked him out.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

It'll take time, but...
we'll get through it.

Okay, you're not going
to like what I'm thinking.

I already don't like it.

I have a pretty good
sense about people,

you grant me that, right?

Okay, granted.

I told you that Lita
came into the store

before all this happened?

I know.

She brought some things in
to sell on consignment.

Yes.

That's not what a seriously
depressed person does.

I just didn't get
that feeling from her.

So..?

So, this reminds me
of an Agatha Christie mystery,

where there was
a staged suicide.

Go ahead.

I don't know
that Lita Merrill

even kicked that chair over.

Is it possible

that someone tied that rope
over the beam,

lifted her up,
and placed her into the rope,

then flung the chair over

making it look like
it was kicked?

And I took a close look
at that chair?

There was
a loose screw on the leg.

I don't even know

if it could have
supported the weight

of someone standing on it.

So, my airtight,

locked-up-and-done suicide

is now murder?

Not yet.

But can we take
a closer look?

She was pretty much
alone in the world.

Both parents dead,

no brothers and sisters.

Did she own this house?

Who would it go to?

Well, it doesn't appear
she had a will,

and if no heirs come forward,

the assets will go to the state.

What were the assets?

Not much.

The house has a mortgage.

Seven-year-old car.

It's spooky in here now.

Well, I'd like to say
you get used to it,

but... not really.

So...

what's on the agenda
for us today?

Well, I never
really did get to see

the whole house, so...

maybe just
look around, okay?

Mm-hmm.

A home recording studio.

I wonder if she left a message.

Well, I think that text
covers messages.

She said her goodbyes.

Did she have a diary,
or anything like that?

Nope.

What about a boyfriend
or an ex?

Her last relationship ended

about two and a half
years ago.

He's married now,
lives in Florida.

Hey, there are
two toothbrushes in here.

Two toothbrushes?

Really?

She was murdered.

My wife has
two toothbrushes.

So what?

Can we wrap this up?

I've got a real murder
to follow up on.

Frank...

see?

Take a look at this,
what do you think?

Well, it's a little wobbly,

doesn't mean somebody
couldn't stand on it.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I don't know, I just...

something doesn't feel right.

Hey, did you see this?

There's a scratch on the floor

where the chair would have been,

but the legs on the chair
have felt pads.

Then that chair
didn't make that scratch.

Do you know what did?

Or how long ago?

Okay, time to go.

Frank...

Thank you.

You went shopping.

Happy belated birthday
to my baby sister.

Oh.

Here we go.

Look.

So pretty.

Oh. Wow...

I love this one.

Um...

oh, honey, I...

I don't know what to say.

"Thank you."

Except I just,

I wouldn't wear any of these.

Dani, I wanted
to get you something nice.

And they are nice.

And they would look
lovely on you.

Listen, Dani, I am...

I'm trying to help you.

Sweetheart, you're still single,

and you dress artsy.

Maybe, just maybe,
it's time to...

I don't know,
take things more seriously.

Do something more
important with your life.

I went to the bathroom
when I needed soap,

I went under your sink,

and I found crystals
attached to your pipes.

Dani...

come on, I mean,
that new-age stuff,

it should have been over
years ago.

They cleanse the energy.

You don't have
to believe it.

Well, I don't.

It's okay, it's fine,

you know, I'm just
gonna return these.

Beth Ann, I'm sorry--

not a big deal.

I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings.

Really, it's totally fine.

It's okay.

Excuse me?

Hey.

Do you have access?

I'd like to get inside
and take some photos.

Well, you're gonna have
to contact the owners.

Sorry.

You know they want
to tear this down

and make condos?

Yeah, I heard.

It's been deteriorating
for quite some time now.

Well, it doesn't
look it.

You know,
a bunch of us at school

are trying to get it designated
as a historical building.

They can't just
tear it down.

Things aren't always
the way they look.

These old buildings
are important.

We're losing
all sense of our past.

I agree with you there,

but there might be better
buildings for you to save.

Well, we're starting
with this one.

Then we'll tackle the others.

Dr. Tramell.

Oh, Jennifer,

this is a surprise,

I haven't had
any murders lately.

I was at the sound check

when Lita Merrill
committed suicide.

I have a couple of questions,

off the record.

I won't tell a soul.

I'm just speculating,

have you ever had a murder
staged to appear as a suicide?

Why in the world

would you even begin
to think that in this case?

Just a hunch.

Follow me.

Lita Merrill,

a 30-year-old female,

normal weight,
apparently healthy,

no other signs of trauma

other than that
associated with hanging.

What if she was
strangled first?

Well, the bruise
on her neck

would be different.

Here, we have an inverted "v",

which doesn't happen
with a strangulation.

That would be a straight line.

Okay.

What if she were drugged first?

Well, there would be
evidence of that

in her blood stream,

and there's not.

Hey.

Hi, hon.

You're looking
at old buildings?

The Hatcher building,
to be precise.

I was out there today,

and I ran into that student

who was giving the speech
at city council.

The one
Hannah was at?

Yeah.

She knows I wouldn't
tear down an important building.

But I can't
seem to find

anything important
about it.

What does Hannah say?

We haven't had
that conversation.

But I did talk
with Frank Lynwood today.

He said you dragged him
out to that house

where the musician died.

And he's hoping you'll talk
some sense into me?

Let me ask you this,

is it possible
that this is just a case

of a distraught woman
who took her own life?

Yes.

And Frank said

that she had sent a text
from her phone

within an hour
of them discovering her?

That's true, too.

And there are no suspects,
and no motive.

But you think...

I don't know what I think.

I just go by my feelings,

and something
doesn't feel right.

Hey...

you know what I was
thinking about

on the drive home?

Oh, I could guess.

That omelette you make?

The one with
the swiss cheese

and the provolone.

Oh, it's so good.

I guessed wrong.

I don't know how long
she's going to stay.

We kind of got into it.

She bought me
some new clothes,

thinks I should look
less "artsy,"

as she puts it.

Which you take as--

her being critical.

Ah.

Maybe I'm
over-reacting?

Maybe.

At least I spoke the truth.

That's progress, right?

That is progress.

Excuse me,
can we help you?

I understand Lita Merrill
brought some stuff in here

to sell?

Um...

do you know Lita?

Yeah.

She's my wife.

Now deceased.

Anything she owned
belongs to me,

and I'd like them back.

With all due respect,
I don't know you,

and I'm not
going to give anything

to someone
off the street.

I'll be giving
Lita's belongings

to the police,

and you can deal with them.

Oh, I will.

You have no right to keep them.

They belong to me.

It's been so hard,

especially finding her
and seeing her like that.

Did she seem depressed at all?

I think she was having
relationship problems.

Do you know
who she was involved with?

Not really, no.

Um, all I know is that

one day, Lita was really happy,

and then all of a sudden,
she wasn't.

You know, she was
really excited to go on tour,

and then it was like

a dark cloud
just moved in.

Anybody in the band
or on the crew

that knew her well?

No.

She was kind of a loner.

She kept to herself,
kept her secrets.

I was probably
the closest to her.

There was a guy
that came into my store

and said that he was
married to Lita.

Bo?

Wow.

They divorced years ago.

I mean, before I even met her.

Did she talk about him?

Yeah, but I don't think
that she had any contact.

I mean, Bo was a real mistake.

He lied, he cheated,

he wasn't going
anywhere in life,

except to be
in a bar band.

Lita dumped him
she never looked back.

He says they're still married.

No way.

Uh-huh...

all right,
I've got it.

Thanks.

Okay, a Brodie Taylor,

"Bo",

is currently claiming

he's still married
to Lita Merrill.

Lita told everyone

she was divorced
a long time ago.

Okay.

We'll see what the records say.

All right.

They were married
10 years ago...

no record of a divorce.

Looks like they were
still married

at the time
of her death.

When does he take possession
of her belongings?

Not yet.

The paperwork
is still in the process.

Don't you find it odd

that after Lita dies,

her estranged husband
suddenly shows up?

You're asking me
to treat this like a murder.

Well, you want a suspect.

You want motive.

The husband is always
the prime suspect, right?

And the motive is her estate.

Fliers and posters are fine,

but we need to do something

that's really going
to have an impact.

What did you have
in mind?

I was thinking
along the lines

of a short video
we could put on the net.

That's cool.

People could
really see it.

We could have a montage

of all the old buildings
in this town

that are no longer here...

ending with
the Hatcher building

we need a script.

Amy can do that.

Camera?

I've got it.

And we need a narrator.

Come on, AJ, I'm not really--

done.

You will be great.

I didn't come here
to upset you, Dani,

but that is all I seem to do.

You know, I thought
I was being thoughtful

and generous.

I know,

and I appreciate it.

Uh...

I don't see any point
in staying any longer.

I don't know
why you can't accept me

just for being me.

Anyway, I just, I wanted
to let you know that I'm...

I'm leaving now.

Goodbye.

Bye.

So, you don't want
to save the building?

No, I want to build
new buildings.

Hannah told me

that you guys are
going to move

the condo project.

Really?

Yeah.

Well, we're not.

You know,
that'll go easier

if you heat it
with a hair dryer.

Hannah's got one.

Dani...

hi.

Hi.

I don't want you to go.

I mean, not like this.

We obviously have

some stuff
to work through,

but I'm willing if you are.

Besides,

you promised
to help out at the store.

Aw...!

Aw, Dani,

thank you for coming.

It means so much to me.

I brought you a present.

You didn't have to do that.

No, I know,
but I wanted to.

I wanted to apologize.

Thank you.

- Crystals?
- Mm-hmm.

Aw...

oh, darling, they're lovely.

Now, they will work anywhere.

Just on the dresser is fine.

All right,

and they'll clear out
all of the bad energy?

Maybe.

We won't be
needing that.

She's staying.

Thank you.

Bye, mom.

Have a good day,
honey.

Have you
seen Hannah?

Gone.

She had a committee meeting.

Well, when you see her,
can you tell her

that she and I need
to sit down and have a talk?

That's funny,

she told me to tell you
the same thing.

Aw, come on.

Okay, let's take it again,
and this time,

gesture at the old building

that's about to be
torn down.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Action.

First building in this county
with an elevator,

designed
by noted architect

Adrian Bernard,

and three presidents
have stayed under its roof.

Now we have a chance to save it.

Condos can go anywhere.

The Hatcher building
can only be here.

That was great, Hannah.

We're good?

Yeah, I think
we got it.

So...

do you want to get together
Saturday night?

To, like, edit?

I was thinking maybe
we could just go for dinner,

or hang out?

Like a date?

Yeah, I guess.

Uh, yeah.

I'd like that.

- Good.
- Cool.

I just walked right
into her room

and told her
I wanted her to stay.

Wow.

I'm impressed.

We've got
a long way to go,

but I gave her
some crystals,

she accepted them.

Ooh... well,
I might be seeing you

in a sweater set
and pearls after all.

Not likely.

Hey.

Okay.

Now, I found out
that Lita and Bo

were separated years ago.

The divorce was started,
but never completed.

Why is he here?

Well, he lives out of state,

and for reasons yet unlearned,

he came here a few days
before Lita's death.

That is very interesting.

Well, it gets
more interesting.

There's a life-insurance
policy on Lita.

Bo is the beneficiary.

She may not even
have known about it.

He's been paying the premiums?

Looks that way.

Thanks for coming.

I'm happy to help
in any way I can.

Thank you.

I checked
with detective Lynwood,

and he said you were discreet,

which we appreciate.

We are all distraught
over Lita's death.

I understand.

Detective Lynwood told me
that Lita was still married,

and that her husband is here.

That can't be true.

It appears they were.

I handled all
of Lita's contracts,

her tax forms.

She never said she was married
in any of them.

They separated
eight years ago.

They started
divorce proceedings,

but nothing was finalized.

So, what
does that mean?

The cause of death
is listed as a suicide.

That hasn't
changed, has it?

No.

That text was clearly
a suicide note,

and John and Cassie
went to her house

right after getting it.

How could it possibly
be anything else?

I don't know.

But Cassie had the impression
that you think

that this might not
have been a suicide.

When I saw Lita,
she was upbeat and happy.

She even brought some things
into my store

to be sold on consignment.

That doesn't seem like
suicidal behavior.

Well, on the day
before she died,

she seemed really down.

We had a talk.

Frankly,
I was worried to the point

that I went to see her
that night.

Did she say
what was bothering her?

No.

But I could tell
something was up.

She wasn't herself.

John.

Jennifer.

I've been writing something.

Maybe open the show with...
for Lita...

let's hear.

Yeah.

Yeah...

I just started...

a lyric.

♪ Never said goodbye ♪

♪ never thought she'd go ♪

♪ still don't know why ♪

♪ and I guess
i'll never know... ♪

What do you think?

It's a start.

It's a good start.

Yeah, man,
that's one from the heart.

It's beautiful.

Think so?

I do.

Then I'll try to finish it.

Jenn...

this has hit John hard.

He was considering
canceling the tour.

We haven't told him yet
that Bo Taylor showed up,

or anything else.

I don't think
he could handle it.

I understand.

I'll let you know
if anything comes up.

All right, I asked him

to drop by
for an interview.

Now, he's not a suspect,
and there is no crime,

except in that over-active
mind of yours,

but I thought
you'd like to observe.

I appreciate you coming down.

Now, the preliminary reports
say death by suicide,

so once that's all formalized,

Lita's estate will be processed.

I hope so.

This has taken way too long.

I need to get back
to South Carolina.

I understand.

Well, if you just help us
fill in some holes,

we'll get it processed faster.

Sounds good.

Are you aware

that Lita never told anyone
that she was still married?

On her tax returns,
on her employment contracts...

she said she was single.

She probably thought
she was divorced.

I never filed it.

There was no support,
no alimony,

no property to split up.

Why didn't you
file the papers?

I always knew

how talented she was.

I thought she might
amount to something.

She did.

So, you live a couple
thousand miles away,

you haven't been
in contact for years...

yet you fly out

and just happen to be here
when she commits suicide?

I thought this was a friendly
interview, detective.

It is.

It is, but you got to admit
it is a little bit...

coincidental.

Okay.

Things haven't been
going so well for me.

I don't have a gig.

I'm behind on my rent.

I needed a loan.

So, why,
after all this time,

would she loan you money?

Yeah, I must have been crazy.

She laughed at me.

I was like a stranger,
someone she used to know.

So, she refused
to give you money?

That would be
an understatement.

She just went off,
how horrible I was.

And did you mention

that you never finalized
the divorce?

I offered to finally
take care of it,

for a $5,000 loan.

She told me to get out.

And how about
that insurance policy

you put out on her?

How'd you know about that?

30 bucks a month,
10 years ago.

I guess she gets the last laugh.

Life insurance doesn't pay
if you kill yourself.

Do you think he's smart?

Because I don't think
he's that smart.

Hard to say.

Life insurance pays

even in the case
of a suicide

two years after the policy.

How much is the payout?

Mm, about 100 grand.

That could be
a lot of money for Bo.

So, he kills her,
fakes the suicide,

collects the insurance,

and there's
no murder investigation.

But how?

She's not just
going to sit there

and let him
do that to her.

Coroner said
no sign of struggle.

Maybe he
incapacitated her somehow.

Chloroform?

Would have shown up
in the autopsy.

As would have
sleeping pills,

roofies, whatever.

You're over-thinking this.

I know.

No, if he did
stage the whole thing,

why not leave after she died?

Why come in the store

and ask for
her consignment items?

Hmm.

Yeah.

Ladies...

how do I look?
Is this good?

- You look great.
- Gorgeous.

Excellent.

May I make a little suggestion
about the store?

Please.

I noticed this yesterday.

This piece here...

and this piece

are made from
the same English maker,

and I was thinking that maybe,

perhaps we should
place them together,

because if someone
is interested in one,

they might like both.

That's good.

That's a good idea.

Oh, sure.

Hello.

Welcome to Rags to Riches.

Can I help you with anything?

I'm not sure I'm really even
in the right place.

Is that a vintage Hamilton?

Oh, yes, it is.

Good eye.

Thank you.

Nice eye yourself.

Oh, that's lovely.

Now, I was looking
for a birthday present

for my niece.

How old is she?

12.

You know what, I think
I may have the perfect thing.

Come with me.

It's a set,

and it's absolutely
exquisite.

Hey, sweetheart.

Those are cool.

Can I have one?

No, they're going
to the police tomorrow.

We were going to sell
them on consignment,

but unfortunately,
the owner passed away.

That's sad.

Yeah.

You know there's nothing
to eat in the kitchen.

What?

I just went to the market.

There's plenty to eat
in the fridge.

Teenagers...

Logan!

Logan!

Hey.

Can you tell me
what's on this?

Yeah, I could try.

That doesn't work.

And...

that didn't work either.

Looks like some kind
of music software.

We may have
to buy a copy

before we can see
what's on it.

Well, do your best.

Can you make a duplicate?

Yeah, that's
no problem.

But if you want to see
what's on there,

we either need
the software

or the computer
it came from.

The project
is going forward.

No one but Hannah
and her group

thinks the building
is worth saving.

You'll have to have
a talk with her.

I'm not sure
that's going to do any good.

Why does it have to be
built there?

Isn't there
some kind of compromise

you guys can make?

Everyone at work thinks
it's gonna blow over.

We have the approvals,
we have the permits.

I'd say don't worry, but...

But what?

But ever since
Hannah was three,

she could get you to do
anything she wanted.

Oh, boy.

It'll probably work
on Lita's laptop.

You've got a suspect
and motive.

I know.

I did a little digging.

Bo Taylor has a record,
mainly alcohol related,

but some
domestic violence.

Seems he has
a temper.

Where was he the day Lita died?

There's no alibi,

but there's nothing
that ties him to Lita's death

other than circumstantial.

We need more.

Okay.

I'd like to go through
Lita's stuff,

computer, notebooks, papers?

Somehow, I thought
you might want to do that.

I checked with the chief.

He says it's okay
if you take a look,

but insists that
I be there

the whole time.

Great, let's go.

Let's not.

I still have paperwork
to finish up here.

I can meet you
up at Lita's house

around 4:00.

I'll be there.

I'm sure you will.

Dani, can you
be back for 3:30?

Yes, ma'am.

Now, come with me or stay?

It's up to you.

Oh, no, I've never been
to a garage sale.

Aren't those just
basically junk sales?

You know, this looks
like a Meissen.

Is this a repro?

It's real.

19th century.

Found it at a garage sale.

$3.00.

Okay, I'm going.

Get your coat.

We usually split up
to cover more ground.

Do you want to go
on your own,

or do you want
to come with me?

Can I look in closets
and just snoop around?

Unless there's a sign
that says "off limits,"

everything
is fair game.

All right,
let's split up then.

No...

Peter, there is
no going back,

there's no
starting over,

I don't want to.

I'm done.

I mean it.

No, please, can you...

please, just be out
by the time I get home.

Yes, really, Peter.

Yeah.

Well, I am concerned.

If there's any delays,

the costs are
going to escalate.

This building doesn't qualify

for historical status, right?

Not as far as we can make out.

It was designed
by a noted architect,

but that's about it.

Any reason

we can't move up
the ground-breaking?

No.

Oh...

thanks a lot.

Are we looking
for anything in particular,

or are we just wandering around?

Oh, I definitely have
some things in mind.

We can look at her most
recent internet searches.

If you have her password.

Or if it doesn't need one.

And it doesn't.

Okay, here
is where she went.

When?

Night before her death.

Road tests for new cars...

here's a web site
for car loans.

That doesn't sound like someone
about to do themselves in.

No mental health hotlines,

no web searches
about depression or suicide.

None of that
changes the fact

that John and Cassie
discovered the body

35 minutes
after she sent the text.

If you can't explain that,
you got nothing.

What exactly
are you looking for?

If someone
staged the suicide...

then the tipped-over chair
was just for show,

and the hardwood floor

has what looks to be
a fresh scratch.

Frank, look at this.

It's missing a rubber leg cap,
and it's bare metal.

Hmm.

I'll give it to you,

that scratch was made
by that stepladder.

What's this?

Looks like an afid tag.

Which is?

It's a piece of confetti
from a taser.

That number,
it's a serial number.

It helps identify the owner.

This tiny piece of paper
came from a taser?

A whole bunch of them,

they shoot out
when the probes are deployed.

We can't use ballistics,
so we use confetti.

Frank, that's it.

That's how
she was incapacitated.

Would a taser
incapacitate her

long enough
for someone to hang her

without a struggle?

It's questionable.

When you get hit
with 50,000 volts,

you are temporarily paralyzed.

For how long?

Assume 30 seconds,

but if the probe's
still attached,

pull the trigger again,
30 seconds more.

A person could be stunned

if they fall
and hit their head...

wh-what sort of floor was this?

Hardwood.

But don't tasers
leave marks on the body?

Well, not if the prongs
hit clothing.

The charge would then
arc to the body.

Let me get this straight,

you're saying

the killer made it look
like a suicide,

staged everything?

Right.

That's ridiculous.

I remember, I opened the door,

John ran in,
and he got her down,

and that door was locked,

so how can that be murder?

The timing works

if the killer forced her
to send the text.

Then, he leaves,

locks the door with her key.

You and John show up,

and it looks
like a suicide.

Do you have anything
to support this?

There was evidence
at the scene

that a taser
might have been used.

Either you're crazy,
or you're making things up.

You know, Lita Merrill,
she was a real person,

and it's been hard enough
dealing with her death

without having to relive it
over and over again

because you like mystery books,

so please leave.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to upset you.

I was already upset.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have work to do.

No, I haven't decided.

It's kind of scary.

Yeah, I've spent
my whole life in school.

One more year, and graduation.

Welcome to the real world.

Grad school's sounding
better and better.

What about you?

I don't know.

I want to travel.

Paris?

- Oh, absolutely.
- Me, too.

I spent three years
taking French,

so I figured
I might as well use it.

That's so funny.

I've been watching
this documentary

on what's underneath Paris,

old Roman aquaducts,
catacombs.

It's really cool.

I want to see it.

Hmm?
Allons chez moi.

Beth...

parents are always more strict
with the first child, right?

Come on,
it went way beyond that.

Dani, I had to be responsible,

get straight "A"s,

only date boys

that they approved of.

Do you remember

dad used to always
call me his "pride."

Yes.

But you were his "joy."

I wanted to be his joy, too.

Oh, man, I was so jealous
of the way he would light up

whenever you were around.

And of your talent.

You're talented.

Not like you.

You're the artist.

I'm just...

I want to show you something.

Oh, wow, that's our house,

where we grew up...

mm-hmm.

You painted that.

What?

Oh, my goodness, I did.

Didn't I?

Mm-hmm.

You've kept this?

Of course, I kept it,
it's beautiful.

Beth, you're really good.

Honey, I overheard
your phone call today.

What do you mean?

Well, I was outside the door
when you were talking to Peter.

My marriage is over.

Beth, I am so sorry.

It's okay.

You know what I've
spent my whole life

being a good...

adult and...

a good wife

and...

somewhere...

along the way I lost myself

You came here?

I needed to see you.

but instead I've done what I always do

I was critical of you

and I tried to change
you and I'm sorry for that.

It's OK.

I love the store.

And

You seem so happy

And I feel okay.

And I hope we're okay.

Are we okay?

We're good, right?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, we're getting there.

I don't know,
I feel stronger.

I feel like I'm ready
to go back

and deal with the things
that I need to deal with.

And you know
what I think helped?

What?

The crystals.

Yeah.

For real.

I mean, I really actually
think that they work.

I have more.

It's spooky down there.

All those bones?
Wow...

I'd still go.

I love that part
of Notre Dame.

Hannah...

can I talk to you
for a minute?

AJ, this is
my dad, Jason,

and dad, this is AJ.

We've already met.

Hello, AJ.

Hi.

You're Hannah's dad?

Yup.

Where did you meet?

Hannah?

Oh, it can't be
that bad.

My daughter's
going out with a guy

who thinks I'm trying
to destroy our town's history.

They're just friends.

Jenn...

no one's just friends
at that age.

Is there a way

for you two to find
a common ground?

I'm working on it.

So, I was
at the morgue today...

when do you
want to edit?

Are you sure?

Your dad's not
going to be happy...

oh, let me worry
about my dad.

He's cool, really.

I'll take your word for it.

How's Tuesday sound?

That works.

And... I really had fun tonight.

I mean, before.

Me, too.

See you Tuesday.

See you then.

Detective Lynwood said

he is now
seriously considering

this could be a murder.

How is that possible?

It's still up in the air,

but they found evidence that
a taser might have been used.

I didn't see a taser.

No taser found,

just evidence that one
might have been used.

That doesn't
make any sense.

This is horrible.

Was it this Bo Taylor?

Detective Lynwood is trying
to find out who owned it.

How?

They leave behind tags
that can I.D. the owner.

Really?

That'll be interesting.

That's not "interesting."

I can't handle this.

I'm sorry.

We can deal with a musician
dying before the tour.

It's sad, and we'll honor her.

But a murder?

That's all the press
is gonna care about.

Jenn, hey.

You can't go in there,

they're still
collecting evidence.

I just saw Cassie yesterday.

What happened?

Looks like
a robbery gone wrong.

Typical smash-and-grab.

How did she die?

Appears she confronted
the thief.

It was late at night,

obviously, he assumed
she was sleeping.

There's some definite
evidence of a struggle.

She took some blows to the head
from a brass lamp.

You should go
back to the store, Jenn.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

I know what you're thinking,

and I don't know
if this is connected

to Lita Merrill's death or not.

Frank, one more thing,

any word on the owner
of the taser gun?

Not yet.

We've contacted
the manufacturer, though.

Oh, and to make things
a little more interesting,

Bo's disappeared.

I went to the motel
where he's been staying.

Yeah, the manager said
that he cleared out

in the middle of the night.

It's too much of a coincidence.

Lynwood says it was a robbery,
but I don't think so.

If these deaths are connected,

what did Cassie know
that got her killed?

I don't know,

but when I saw her yesterday,
something was off.

Bo taylor was your suspect
in Lita's death.

Now, what is there
to connect him to Cassie?

I don't see a connection.

Maybe it was a robbery.

Hi, Logan.

Hey, Dani.

Hey, um, I was able
to open the flash.

My friend has
a home studio.

Great.
What was on it?

Bunch of songs,
sounded like demos.

Mostly "love is wonderful"
kind of stuff,

but the most recent one
it's different.

It's a real downer.

Well, can I hear it?

Yeah, the software's
on my computer,

so you'll have to listen to it
when you get home,

but here,
I wrote you down the lyrics.

Anyways, I've got
to book it, so...

see ya.

Thanks, honey,
I'll see you tonight.

What's it say?

Seems to be about a...

a woman in love with a...

well, I'm guessing,
a married man.

It says, "you said
you'd tell her yourself.

"Well, I can't wait here
on the shelf.

"She's going
to hear the news from me.

"It's time that we were all
set free.

"True to you is just not true

and not being true
is all about you..."

you didn't happen
to mention the guy's name

in there anywhere?

Afraid not.

It could just be a song.

Right.

Right.

I don't have any objection.

I actually like
the idea.

Do you think
it'll get passed?

I spent half the day
yesterday

at the mayor's office.

They're all supportive.

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

There's something I think
we should take a look at.

First building in this county
with an elevator,

designed by noted architect
Adrian Bernard...

"Shannon?"

Any relation to you, Jason?

Yeah.

That's my daughter.

...but the Hatcher building
can only be here.

- Hannah!
- Yeah?

Could you come down
for a sec?

I guess you saw
the internet video.

Yeah, we need
to talk about that--

I called you earlier.

I didn't want you
to be surprised.

Well, I was--

Well, I'm sorry about that,
but not about the video.

- I don't think you understand--
- I do.

Dad, I've never been
disappointed in you.

You could do anything.

You're my hero.
You still are,

but I just wish your company
wasn't building this project.

I've gotta go,

I'm being interviewed
by the student newspaper.

Hannah...

I want you to meet me
at the building in an hour.

I may have
a better story for you.

Ah, no,
it really has been great,

but I do, I need to get back.

Well, hopefully, you'll
come back and visit.

I think you have a future
in antique sales.

Yeah.

I will.
Honestly, working here

has been the most fun
I've had in ages.

Oh, hey, Dani was telling me

about the mystery
you're trying to solve.

Do you ever read Conan Doyle?

Oh, my mystery bible.

Along with Agatha.

Me too. You know
what, next trip,

we'll have to talk mysteries.

He has this saying,

"once you have eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable--"

"--must be true."

Yes.

Does that help?

Actually, it does.

Thank you, Beth.

What's going on?

Let's walk.

It's a pretty
cool-looking building.

Yeah, I think so.

You mother was wondering
if there was any way

we could get
your group to, uh,

go along
with this project?

Uh, not unless
you're willing

to build it
someplace else.

That's a thought.

The developer
is only interested

in making money.

Sad, but true.

So, I looked into it,
and you were right.

About?

About gaining
historic status.

The city, it turns out,
loves the idea,

so we're applying
for a historical designation.

Dad...

are you serious?

Yup.

Wait, what about your project?

That stays right here.

By restoring the building
with a historic designation,

there are tax credits,
special loans,

all in all, it's a win-win.

You're not kidding?

Look at the sign.

Dad...

you're the best.

Jason!

Mm?

The problem
is the text.

What?

Everything else
points to murder,

and if Cassie's death
is connected,

it's probably not
the ex-husband Bo Taylor.

Yeah, you're right.
Now go back to sleep.

But how does someone

send a text
from Lita's phone

if it's not Lita?

And how does the phone
end up on her body?

Don't... know...

Logan?

Logan?

Oh.

Hey, yeah, I was
just about to go to bed.

I can see that.

I need your help.

With a life problem
or a mystery problem?

Mystery problem.

I know there's an app

that can find
your cell phone

if it's lost or stolen.

Right, yeah, you can get that
on your laptop, too.

But can you
go back in time,

say, two weeks,

and see where your phone was?

No, all the apps
are in real time.

But I mean, if you made
a cell phone call,

you could get the police

to go and check
which tower it came from.

What about a text?

Yeah, same.

Here, let me show you.

Okay, so,
here's a map of our town,

and these little symbols,
those are cell towers.

When you make a cell phone call,

your phone connects
to the nearest tower,

and it's sent
from one to another

until it reaches
its destination.

So, let me get this straight.

If I were at Dani's,
and I killed her--

Mom!

Hypothetical.

I poison her,
and she dies.

I then take
her cell phone,

and I bring to a bar
where I'm meeting some friends.

I go into the restroom,

and I send a text
from Dani's phone to my phone

that says "come on over."

I then show that text
to my friends.

I get one of them
to drive me over there.

We discover the body--

--and nobody
would ever guess

that the phone
that was receiving the text

is in the same room as the phone
that sent the text.

Exactly!

Can I go to bed now?

Oh, yes, of course.

And thank you.

You are a genius.

Good night.

It appears to have
been a robbery.

She died as a result.

Cassie, oh, man...

she was tough.

She probably
went right at him.

This has been
a difficult time...

for all of us.

First, Lita's suicide,
and now this.

John asked me to bring
you guys together today, so...

John?

Cassie was
our light.

Never onstage,
but always there.

She was our den mother,

our confessor.

She knew our secrets.

And, unfortunately, knew
when we gained a few pounds.

I wanted to ask you,

as a band,

how you feel
about moving forward.

Do we play the show tonight?

Do we cancel the tour?

John, you know
if Cass was here,

she'd kick your butt

for even
suggesting we quit.

She was
a "show must go on" type,

all the way,

but Johnny, I mean,
it's up to you.

I mean, you gotta go
face the audience.

They come here
to see you,

they come here
to have a good time.

You think
you can do that?

I don't know.

Come on in, Jenn.

Mr. Taylor here was
just about to leave.

I'm a lot of things,
but I'm not a killer.

Well... it seems

he really didn't know
the policy would pay off.

When he found out it did,
well, he panicked,

thought we'd pin
the murder on him.

And?

And... I've got
some news for you.

It's a little bit odd.

The taser tag I.D.
that we found on the stepladder,

it belongs to a gun
sold to Cassie Parker.

Cassie?

The taser belonged to Cassie?

No, she just bought it.

It doesn't mean she fired it.

Doesn't even mean it was fired
in Lita's living room.

But if she didn't fire it,

she probably knew who did,

and suddenly,

it's not looking like
a robbery at Cassie's.

Frank, I don't think
the text was sent by Lita,

or even sent from Lita's house.

What do you mean?

Can you have the phone company
check their cell tower records

and see where that text
originated from?

I'll have to get a warrant,

and it wouldn't give us
the exact location,

just the nearest cell tower.

Fine.

Start with the cell tower
closet to the sound check.

♪ ...well, I can't wait here
on the shelf ♪

♪ she's gonna
hear the news from me... ♪

What are you listening to?

♪ ...it's time that we were
all set free... ♪

Lita Merril.

Songs she wrote.

It's sad.

It's all right there
in her music.

What's all right there?

She was in love
with a married man.

Says she's going
to tell the wife,

says she's going
to tell the world.

That's not good.

I assume she's talking
about herself.

I think so.

She didn't mention
the guy's name

anywhere in the song, did she?

No.

What are you doing in here?

I'm about to go on.

I think you might
want to hear

what I have to say.

I'm about to call security.

You killed Lita.

You were having an affair,

and you promised
to divorce Pamela,

but you kept stalling,

so Lita gave you an ultimatum.

Either you go public,
or she would.

And that couldn't happen,

because your fans love
you and Pamela together.

You've been "true to her,"
as the song goes.

You've got an
active imagination.

No, I have
a flash drive

with a song that
Lita Merrill wrote

describing the whole thing.

Lita was dead
when Cass and I arrived.

It's impossible for me
to have killed her.

Are you talking
about Cassie or Lita?

Because they're both dead.

You planned Lita's death
perfectly, almost.

You stole the taser
from Cassie...

The timing had to be right.

On your way to sound check,
you dropped by Lita's...

it was easy to get inside
because you had your own key.

Let me go get dressed.

I'll be right back.

You placed the stepladder
under the beam.

You had to act fast...

you had the rope,

you staged the suicide...

and you may not have known
about the little I.D. tags

that shoot out,

but you sure knew
not to leave them behind.

You picked them up,

all except the one that landed
on the stepladder,

the one you didn't see.

This is insane.

I got the text at the same time
everybody else did.

But you sent the text,
right from this dressing room.

You're one crazy lady.

The phone was in her pocket
when they found her.

And how would
you know that?

You know that
because you put it there.

You had Cassie drive you
back to Lita's,

where, horrified,

you rushed
to lower Lita's body.

But what you really did was

you slid the phone
back into Lita's pants pocket.

Pam!

Get in here!

You can't prove a thing.

Keep this whack job
away from me.

I've got a show to do.

He's coming up, let's go,

let's get out there, all right?

Here we go.

Okay, John.

John Dalton,

you're under arrest

for the murders
of Lita Merrill

and Cassie Parker.

What?

Watch your head.

- This is from Beth Ann?
- Mm-hmm.

What in the world?

Oh, I feel a frame.

It's a painting.

Ooh...

it's really good.

And it's not for sale.

All right, guys,
dinner's ready.

Hannah, do you
need help?

No, thanks,
I got it covered.

Besides, it's supposed
to be a surprise.

You know
she doesn't cook.

Where was I?

Oh.

So...

it was almost
the perfect murder.

Then there was
Cassie Parker.

John stole the taser from her.

When he learned

the gun could be traced,

he had to get rid of her.

She was the only one
who knew he had it.

I got a call
from the chief today,

congratulating me
on another job well done.

Did you tell him
my mom figured it out?

Actually,

I did.

Really?

Well, it's not
like he was...

clueless.

Ouch.

He reminded me
that Sherlock Holmes

actually wasn't
a police detective,

he was a "consulting detective,"

unofficially helping the police.

I can be
a consulting detective?

No.

He says you can't.

Too much of a liability.

But he wants
to thank you,

and let you know,
moving forward,

not to confront killers.

Seriously.

All right...

in honor
of the Hatcher building...

Boeuf Bourguignon.

Wow.

What's French about
the Hatcher building?

Well, Adrian Bernard
the architect was French.

And I found an easy recipe.

Looks great.

Well, here's
to my beautiful wife,

who somehow
put the pieces together

and solved another mystery.

I don't know
how she does it,

but I'm sure she'll keep
the chief's wise words in mind.

And keep solving crimes?

Safely.