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[Jessica]
On the last episode of Murder, She Wrote.

Her works
have become repetitive and tired.

Liza, darling,
you don't seem to understand.

I'm being outwritten
by an English teacher from Maine.

Don't you walk away from me.
Where are you going?

Where I should've gone months ago.

But I was too concerned
about the sanctity of this lousy marriage.

Isn't that the most magnificent thing
you've ever seen?

-We're taking a ride.
-Now?

Yeah, before your stepmother
does something real dumb.

You know, Jessica,
you really are a very special lady.

I'm gonna have to find
some way to repay you...

for your kindness.

Eudora,
I do really think that we should talk...

about what you have
in your attaché case.

Oh, just some silly story notes,
that's all.

You remember my son Bobby, don't you?
Hey, Bobby, say hi to Jessica.

Mrs. Fletcher.
Mrs. Fletcher.

Calm down, Johnny.
What is it?

It's a dead body, ma'am.
Down on the rocks.

-That stain... It appears to be gun oil.
-Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica, I hope you don't mind
my helping out like this.

-Oh of course not.
-Rather than wait like a jealous husband

to listen
to your patently transparent explanations,

I went out in search
of alternative companionship.

You just happened to know
the guy was from New York,

and that he carried a gun.

-How long had he been working for you?
-He hadn't.

Are you crazy, following me here?

I saw Eudora on the news,
here in Cabot Cove.

-I was terrified that she'd...
-Do something insane.

[coughing, groaning]

Oh, my God. Seth!

[phone ringing]

Mrs. Fletcher?

I just talked to one of the nurses.
They've taken him to I.C.U.

Yeah, but what's wrong?
What's the matter with him?

She said we'll have to talk to his doctor.

Is he gonna be all right?

I don't know.

Look, ma'am, I think
it's gonna be quite a while.

Well, I'd ra...
I’d rather stay here.

-Sure.
-Thanks for everything, Sheriff.

Mrs. Fletcher,
when you hear about Doc,

could you gimme a buzz at the office?

Oh, yes, of course.

Is there any reason why you're here
at this particular time?

How long has it been since you've had
a book on the best seller list?

You're my favorite novelist.
I’ve read every one of your books.

You've all been terribly gracious,
and I do hate to cut this short,

but I'm sure the sheriff is anxious to get

my overview of this dreadful situation.

With cooperation
from the local authorities,

I will have answers for you
sometime tomorrow.

Now, please, if you'll excuse me.

Lewis, darling! What in God's name
are you doing here?

How could I stay away?
[laughs]

Excuse me. Are you
Lewis Bracken, the publisher?

-Yes.
-Are you here to bail out Miss McVeigh?

-Is she writing a new book for you?
-Ladies and gentlemen,

this is not the time or the place
to ask or answer questions.

-I’m sorry I can't be of any more help.
-Mr. Bracken, please!

Just one more question. Miss McVeigh,
are you working on a new novel?

Is this some kind of publicity stunt?

One more comment,
please, Miss McVeigh.

[tires squealing]

Lewis, isn't this absolutely fabulous?

I cannot believe our good luck.

Good luck?
What are you talking about?

Well, the publicity of course,
for our new book.

Can't you see?
They're fawning all over me.

Think of the headlines...

"Queen of Mysteries
Solves Bizarre Down East Murder."

And I'm beating Jessica Fletcher
at her own game,

in her own backyard.

Eudora, don't do this.

In my opinion,
you are in imminent danger

of making a fool out of yourself.

Why? Who says you have
to wear a badge to solve a crime?

Eudora, what if you can't solve
the murder? What then?

And what's all this business
about "our" new book?

As I recall, our professional relationship

is temporarily on hold.

That was three days ago, Lewis.
Things have changed.

No, Eudora, I’m afraid they haven't.

Driver, pull over.

-Eudora...
-I said, pull over.

Eudora, what's the matter with you?

Will you please come back here?
What's the matter with you?

You didn't come here to see me.
You came to see her... Jessica.

-That is not exactly true.
-No?

As I told you in New York,
it's business, Eudora. Business.

But that's what I'm talking about:
business.

I have an idea for a new whodunit,

-the best writing I've done in years.
-Oh? What's it about?

Well, I'd rather not say just yet.

You know,
the plot details are a little sketchy.

-That's funny. Liza didn't mention it.
-She doesn't know.

That is,
I haven't really confided in anyone.

But as soon
as I check into The Hill House,

I’ll call her in New York,
and the two of you

can start working
on the details of a new contract.

Why should I call her in New York?

She's here in Cabot Cove.

-What?
-She called three hours ago from the inn.

That's when I decided to fly up here.

Oh, I see.

You sure she called you
from The Hill House?

Yes, Eudora. Why?

No special reason.

[horn honks]

Bobby, where in the hell have you been?

Hangin' around, Pop.

There sure ain't a lot to do in this town.
[chuckles]

I found this little place
down by the harbor.

Got a little waitress there...

Name of Amy Sue.

She's dumber than hell,
but she's got a set on her...

Don't get too excited.
First thing tomorrow we're leaving.

Oh, you talked to Eudora?

Well, not since this morning.

-We don't have much to talk about anymore.
-What do you mean by that, Pop?

It means when we get back to New York,
I'm moving out.

I made a big mistake, son.

-I never should've gotten married again.
-Wait a minute, Pop.

What are we gonna do?
She's got all the money.

So what?

Oh, you think I care about that?

I took care of myself
for nearly 20 years before I met her.

-I can do it again.
-Yeah, but Pop...

And what's this "we" business, anyway?

The lady doesn't owe me anything,

and she sure doesn't owe you, Bobby.

Might do you some good to go out...

and work for a living,
like I did all those years.

Well, don't look so worried.

It won't kill you.

You might even like it.
[chuckles]

Come on. I'll buy you a drink at the bar.

You needn't have followed me here, Liza.

I’m not a schoolgirl,
and I don't need a keeper.

Look, I'm sorry, but I was terrified
you might do something dumb.

I mean, really dumb.

Like what, for instance?

The last time you and I talked,

we were outside Lew Bracken's office

and you were making threats

against J.B. Fletcher.

You're telling me that I'd try
to harm her? Physically harm her?

Liza, that is monstrous.

OK, I... I was wrong.

But, Eudora,
put yourself in my place.

Well, I suppose
that would only seem fair,

since for the past several months

you've been putting yourself in mine.

What's is that supposed to mean?

Liza, please give me a little credit
for some intelligence.

You have seen Hank, haven't you?

What?

I mean, you do know that he's here?

No. Uh, yes.

I mean of course.
I... I saw him a little while ago, but...

Darling, don't dig yourself in any deeper,

if you weren't the best agent in New York,

I’d have clawed your eyes out long ago.

Right now I'm trying to decide
which one of you I need more.

-Eudora, honestly...
-And darling, please.

That word, "honestly,"
is one with which

you do not even have
a nodding acquaintance.

[man] -Mrs. Fletcher?
-Seth?

He's going to be all right.

Oh, thank God.

What was it, Doctor? His heart?

No, of course not. I thought you knew.

But of course, how could you?
I’ve been so busy.

-I’m sorry, Mrs. Fletcher. It was poison.
-Poison?

I’ve already notified the sheriff.

But when? How? What kind of poison?

Doctor, excuse me. It's Dr. Hazlitt.
He’s awake now.

He's asking for Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, excuse me.

Oh.

-Hello, Jess.
-Oh, Seth.

You know, you're the last person
I ever expected to see in a hospital bed.

-How are you feeling?
-God awful.

My stomach seems to be hosting
some sort of barbecue.

Oh, now.

Here, here. What's this?

Sorry. I was just deathly worried.

About what?
It was a touch of indigestion.

Must be that new diet.

-My system can't abide healthy food.
-Then you don't know?

-Know? Know what?
-It was poison.

Poison? Are they sure?

It was something you ate or drank
just before you keeled over.

[footsteps approaching]
The apple.

What?
There were apples...

in that little basket
on your kitchen table.

They looked delicious. I didn't think
you'd mind if I took one to...

What is it, Jess?

Now, he said he'd been eating an apple,

but I don't remember seeing it
when I found him.

Well, maybe it's on the floor somewhere.

Sheriff?

Must have fallen from his hand
when he collapsed.

I’ll take it in to be analyzed.

While you're at it,
have them take a look at these.

"Dear Jessica from Eudora."

"Marguerite inched her way
up the weather-beaten staircase,

"her eyes transfixed on the candle
in the window above.

"The curtain fluttered.

A shadow darted across the wall."

"Terror stricken, she froze in mid step

as the handle on the door began to turn."

[knocking]

Please go away.
I don't wish to be disturbed.

Eudora, it's Jessica.

Uh, I’m sorry, Jessica,

but I can't talk to you right now.

Well, I'm sorry,
but I'm not leaving until you do.

I do wish I had the time
to talk with you, Jessica,

but I had the most difficult day.

Well, you're not alone.

Well, you can't just barge in like this.

Forgive me but I don't have time
for amenities, and I'd suggest,

unless you want the guests to listen in,
that you should close the door.

Rudeness does not become you.

A man that I care very deeply for
almost died today,

very possibly the victim
of an attempted murder aimed at me.

What?

I’m not gonna say any more about that...
not just yet.

At the moment I'd rather talk about
what you have here in this briefcase.

That's the third time
you've asked me that.

At the risk of repeating myself,
story notes. That's all.

I’m sorry, but I think
it's much more than that.

That seems to be some sort of accusation.

As I told you earlier, when I went out
to get the paper this morning.

I noticed that your car
had been moved during the night.

And I told you that it's simply not true.

What's more, I think you moved it,

despite what you told the sheriff

about being in my house
the entire evening.

Jessica, you're imagining things.

While you were packing, I was looking
at the notes for my new novel.

-Some of the pages had been rearranged.
-Really, this is too much.

What's in here, Eudora? Work? Whose work?

Yours? Or mine?

[latches click]
No!

Give me that.
[knocking]

[Mort] Mrs. Shipton, open the door.
This is Sheriff Metzger.

[knocking]

Mrs. Shipton, excuse me, ma'am,

but you're gonna have to come with me.

[Jessica] Do you have the report back
on the apples?

Poisoned. All of them.

[chattering]

Kill you? For God's sake,
Jessica, I'm not a monster.

I swear to you, I bought those apples
at a little stand...

just a few miles out of town.

I put the basket
on the front seat of my car

and I never touched them again
until I handed them to you.

-I'm telling you the truth.
-About everything?

All right.

Last night, after you went to sleep,

after I... drugged your coffee,

I found your notes,

drove up to the interstate.

There's an all-night drugstore
that has a copying machine.

But why, Eudora?

You're much too good a writer
to resort to something like that.

Am I?

You haven't been reading me lately.

My last few books... Trash, all of them.

Did you ever sit at the typewriter,

staring at a sea of white paper,

straining for words that never come?

Hmm. No, of course you haven't.

Don't be silly, Eudora.

-We all go through these blocks.
-Oh, that last for years?

I’ve written 32 books.

My library is cluttered with awards.

For over 20 years,
I’ve been the number one

female mystery writer in the world...

In the world.

Or I was.

Lew Bracken threatened
to cut me adrift...

until I caught up with the world.

"You're old-fashioned,"
he said.

"Give me something new and fresh."

So I came to the source.

Oh. It's all right, Eudora.

[chuckles]
That's all I did.

I swear I never saw that private detective

and I have no idea
why he was following me.

Ma'am, I can't let you see her,
and that's that.

-Jessica Fletcher is in there.
-That's different.

She wanted to talk to Mrs. Fletcher.

She doesn't want to talk to you.

In fact, right now
she won't even talk to a lawyer.

I see.

Sheriff, I understand
you've confiscated her latest book.

A book, yes. Hers, no.

-Copied from Mrs. Fletcher's manuscripts.
-No.

Mrs. Fletcher has already identified them.

Then what's she being charged with?
Theft?

Yes, ma'am, for the moment.

And now if you'll excuse me,
I really am very busy.

[phone rings]

Metzger. Who?

Oh, hi honey.
I'll pick it up on my way home.

Quart of chocolate
and a pint of strawberry.

Can you tell us why Miss
McVeigh has been arrested?

I’m sorry. I can't talk about that.

Does this have anything to do
with the murder of the detective?

Did you ever have one of those days

where you feel like
someone's been banging away

at your brain with a crowbar?

Oh, yes.

All I can say is, thank God
I’ve got this one wrapped up,

so I can send cutie face over to Portland,

as well as the rest
of those creepola reporters.

Wrapped up?

-Oh, you mean that she's guilty?
-Guilty?

Does Superman wear blue tights?

I got her dead bang...

Her prints are all over the apples,
which were poisoned by way of a syringe.

We found it tossed in your garbage,

as well as a half-empty bottle
of rat poison.

But why would she do it?

Well, how about that book
in her briefcase? Your book.

Yes, but what's that got to do

with the murder of the private detective?

Oh, come, on Mrs. Fletcher.
Do I have to draw you a road map?

The P.I. follows the lady to Cabot Cove.

The lady goes out in the dead
of the night to copy your book.

The P.I. continues to follow.
She spots him.

If she's gonna get away
with this thievery, he's got to go.

You, she's already taken care of
with the fruit basket.

And, oh, by the way, please don't mention
those apples to anybody.

That's all those vulture reporters
out there would have to hear.

Yes, well, that's all very well, Sheriff,

but it doesn't explain one thing.

Now, why was she being followed

by the detective in the first place?

I’ll tell you why.

And I will tell you why,
as soon as I talk to the guy's partner.

We've got to call in to him now.

Meantime,
would you happen to have an aspirin?

[chattering]
Excuse me.

-Oh, well, of course
-Excuse me, please.

May I help you, Sir?

No, thank you.

I see my friends over there.

You mean she copied the pages,
just like that?

-Yes.
-She's out of her mind.

-How'd she expect to get away with it?
-I don't know.

Hank, she's not rational.
We both know that.

Victor!
Good evening, darling.

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?

[Liza]
No. No, of course not.

I’m just surprised to see you, that's all.

Yes, I'm sorry,
forgive me for not calling.

Hank, what on earth is this I hear?

Eudora... She's being held.
On what charge?

Well, we're, uh, not so sure, exactly.

It could be something to do with that P.I.

Pull up a chair.

No, no, no. Thank you.
Well, you... You must be hungry.

-What did you do, drive?
-Yes.

Actually, what I need most
is a good night's sleep.

Oh, what room are we in, darling?

-I neglected to ask at the desk.
-Let me get you the key.

Oh, no. Don't bother.
I'm sure they have an extra one.

Uh, please, go on with your meal.

I’m sure you have much to talk about.

[sighs]

I’d better... Better go with him.

Hank, I'm sorry.

I didn't know he was coming.

I’m not sure he suspects.

Suspects? What are you talking about,
Liza? He knows.

Now, young lady,

that little card may say
this is breakfast, and you may think

this is breakfast,
but where I come from...

Beef consomme, decaffeinated coffee...

and a stale wheat thin...

constitute a form of cruel
and unusual punishment.

I’m sorry, Sir,
but the doctor left orders.

"Doctor"? Since when does a doctor
dictate the needs...

-of my digestive system?
-Sir, you're not being a good patient.

No, I’m a terrible patient.

Why don't you get out of here?
Don't come back

until you are accompanied
by a couple of scrambled eggs

and some hot,
buttered whole wheat toast!

Now, scoot, scoot.

Well, I was going to ask you
how you were feeling,

but obviously that would be
a waste of time.

Well, since you insist, Jessica,
I’m feeling perfectly awful.

-I am simply dizzy from lack of sleep.
-Not true.

The head nurse told me
you slept like a bear all the night.

The head nurse was not here

when all those little junior nurses
were running around...

feeding me paregoric every couple
of hours and taking my vital signs.

Oh, Seth, I can't tell you how wonderful
it is to hear you talking like that.

Yesterday, you were frail,
frightened, humble.

I was terrified.

But today, you're your usual grouchy,
irascible self, and I feel much better.

Thank you very much, Dr. Freud.

Now, if my attitude isn't too off-putting,
let's get down to cases.

Was it or was it not

that apple that Eudora brought you
that did the dirty deed?

It was, but for the time being
we're going to keep it among ourselves.

-You and me and the sheriff.
-Good.

The last thing I need to see is my face
plastered all over the 6:00 news.

The important thing is
what's Metzger doing about it?

Well, he has Eudora at the jail.

He's waiting for the county attorney
to take her to Portland.

Good. At least that'll keep you
out of harm's way.

Maybe.

Maybe? Woman,
it's obvious she was after you.

Yes, I know it looks that way.

Look, Seth, if indeed Eudora
had intended to poison me,

don't you think it would be stupid of her

to buy the murder weapon
at MacGruder's stand on state route 6?

Jessica, she tried to steal you book.

-She's a desperate, irrational woman.
-No, I'm sorry.

She's too good a criminologist
to attempt a murder that clumsy.

Well, I'll let you know
if I find out anything.

Yes, you do that.
Well here we are, Dr. Hazlitt.

Ah, and about time too.

What did you do, have to go to...

Bert Kendall's Chicken Ranch for these?

Oh, no. Cook found a box
of powdered eggs in the pantry.

[lid slams]

[Mort]
That so? No kiddin'?

Morning, Floyd.

Morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

-Sheriff's on the phone.
-Yes, so I see.

OK, well, thanks. That's a big help.

Yeah, right. Same to you.

-I know you...
-Be with you in a minute, Mrs. Fletcher.

Yeah, I know you're very busy,
but could I impose upon you...

to let me see your report and
the coroner's report of the murder victim?

-What for? You got an idea?
-Well, no, not really.

It's... It's just that, well,
the more I think about it,

the more something seems
terribly wrong.

I mean, for one thing,
we're not even sure...

That the private detective
was following Eudora.

All the slip of paper
in his pocket said was "Shipton."

For all we know, he could've been
following her husband Hank.

-You read upside down, ma'am?
-What?

That's the first thing I learned
when I graduated from the Academy.

When you report to your C.O.,
while he's chewing you out,

you read the memos on his desk...
upside down.

-I’m sorry.
-I was talking to Cappaletti's partner.

Just got back to the Big Apple
an hour ago. You know what he tells me?

For openers, Cappaletti always carried
a load of cash on him...

$400, $500... So I said to myself,
"hey, maybe it was a robbery."

No. No. No. I don't think so.

Yeah, me neither, ’cause that's
when he hits me with the big weenie.

You were right about it, Jessica.

He wasn't following Eudora.
He was following her husband.

But why?

That's what I intend to find out,

As soon as I talk to the client...

a guy, name of Victor Caspar.

Married to that cute little number...
The lady's agent.

[Victor]
Yes, I hired Tony Cappaletti.

Is that by chance
a crime here in Cabot Cove?

It certainly isn't in New York City.

Sir, if you don't mind,
I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Yes, I do mind.

I’m trying to digest my lunch.

And what are you doing here,
Mrs. Fletcher?

-Have you been deputized?
-No, but it could be arranged.

Now look, Sir, let me tell you how it is.

Now, you can either talk
to Mrs. Fletcher and me here, now,

or you can do it in my office, also now.

Up to you.

Please, Mrs. Fletcher, won't you join me?

Thank you.
Thank you, Mr. Caspar.

-May I order you something? Lunch? Wine?
-Oh, no. No, thank you.

Let's hear about you and Cappaletti.
Start with page one.

Page one. Ah, yes.

"Once upon a time..."

But that's another story,
one that ends, I believe, with...

"and then they lived happily ever after."

Several weeks ago, I began to suspect
that my wife was having an affair

with Eudora McVeigh's husband
Hank Shipton.

I retained Mr. Cappaletti to either
confirm or disprove my suspicions.

When he told me that Liza
was becoming evasive and hard to follow,

I told him to switch
his attentions to Shipton.

Earlier this week, he reported to me
several amusing stories...

of their activities together.

Did you know
that he followed Hank Shipton

up here to Cabot Cove the other night?

No, but the day after, when the news
of the murder reached New York,

I knew from the description on TV...

that Cappaletti had been the victim.

After consulting with my attorney,

I drove here to Cabot Cove
to find out firsthand what was going on.

OK, OK. You were gonna what?
Divorce your wife?

Oh, dear, no.
I wouldn't give her that satisfaction.

At least
not until she begged sufficiently.

You see, Mrs. Fletcher,
despite her upbringing,

Liza has an instinct for the main chance,
and believe me,

when Eudora unloads Hank,

he's gonna come out of it
a very wealthy man.

And Liza... Oh, Liza. She'll be
right there with her hand in his pocket.

Hank Shipton didn't come up with Liza.

He came up with his son, Bobby.

So then, where was Liza at the time?

Didn't she tell Victor
that she was working late?

-Maybe she was.
-Yeah.

And Mr. Charm School spent the night
playing blackjack in Atlantic City.

So he says.

You know, this is crazy.
A guy gets killed in Cabot Cove,

and here we are worrying
about a couple of people...

-who had to be in New York at the time.
-Possibly.

"Possibly"?
What do you mean, "possibly"?

Ma'am, it is eight hours and ten minutes

from here to the Triborough Bridge.

Believe me, when you travel by car
with my wife, you know these things.

Well, perhaps the killer flew.

Oh, sure.

He snuck into Cabot Cove by booking
the 6:10 flight out of La Guardia,

like we wouldn't find out.

Now what did I say?

Mort, if Cappaletti
was following Hank Shipton,

obviously he went where Hank went.

And where Hank went the night
of the killing was The Hill House.

You think
that's where the killing took place?

There or nearby.

I’ll check it out.
[men shouting]

[man] That's it, that's it.
Give it to him.

[groans]

All right, break it up!
I said break it up!

Everybody get back.
Arnie, what's this all about?

This guy dropped a couple hundred bucks
to me shooting pool.

-He wouldn't pay.
-Bobby?

[man]
That's right.

Oh, you're hurt. We've gotta get you
to the hospital. Sheriff?

Ow, ow, ow! Take it easy, Doc, OK?

You're lucky. A little deeper
and this would've required stitches.

What do you think, Mrs. F.

Are the girls
gonna love this mug of mine?

I don't see why not.

That's funny. They never did before.
[chuckles]

Yeah, Floyd, what's up?

Yeah? No kidding.

OK, I'll meet you over there.
I’m on my way.

Bobby, the other night, when you
and your father drove up here,

did you notice
whether you were being followed?

-Followed by whom?
-By that detective.

The stiff they found on the rocks?

No way. Way I hear it,
he was following Eudora.

Tell you, Mrs. Fletcher,
I feel kind of sorry for her.

The old rubber band finally snapped.

Well, you don't really think
that she killed that man?

Well, you understand about Eudora...

Her books...
That was her whole world.

The hell with everything else.

She would've done anything to stay on top.

I mean, she tried to kill you, didn't she?

Steal your book? Pop told me last night.

I mean, that is crazy. Ow! Ow!

-Doc, please.
-You're gonna have to keep still.

Bobby. What happened? Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.
You should've seen the other guy.

Scared out of his shorts.
Thought he killed me. [chuckles]

[laughing]
How about this guy, Jessica?

-Always in trouble.
-Well, he seems to have survived it.

Like father, like son.
Guess I shouldn't complain.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have a sick friend to see.

-Uh, Jessica.
-Ow, ow, ow.

I tried to talk to Eudora at the jail,
but she wouldn't see me.

Look, I'm sorry.
Liza told me about the manuscript.

That was a terrible thing to do,
but Eudora hasn't been herself.

I know, Hank. She needs help...

and all the support we can give her.

I always said you were a great old broad.

And as for you, Son.
What's this all about?

Oh, come on, Pop.
I was getting hustled by that yokel.

-So what? You don't welch.
-I wasn't gonna welch.

He already got me 400. The other 200
I didn't have. Told him I'd get it.

That's when he got nasty. I was reachin'
to give him my watch to hold on to.

-That's when the guy sucker punches me.
-He did, huh?

When we get out of here...
When I get out of here...

-Let's go and pick that jerk apart!
-Forget it, Bobby.

-Look what he did to me.
-Maybe you asked for it.

Son, we're the strangers here.

Let's just leave well enough alone.

-Pop.
-I don't wanna hear any more about it.

[tires squeal]

[man]
Hey, Floyd, here comes Sheriff Metzger.

[men chattering]

[police radio chatter]

[Floyd]
Sheriff, over here.

Could be this is where it happened.

-Let's take a look.
-Right by this tree. Thaddeus found it.

See there? That rock?
Appears to be blood, don't you think?

Yeah, could be.

-Blood at the base of this tree too.
-And over there,

-there's tire tracks in the mud.
-Somebody drove a car in here...

-and maybe moved the body.
-Uh-huh.

What do you know?

Busted pair of glasses.

This is where it happened, all right.

Nice work, everybody.

Floyd, get those forensics guys
on the horn.

Tell'em I want casts of those tire treads,

-so I can match'em to the victim's car.
-Right.

Also tell'em I want'em all over the place

like graffiti on the Battery Park local,

like ticks on a hound dog.

Right. Yes, Sir, Sheriff.

Afternoon, Jessica.

Good afternoon, Hank.
What's going on over there?

They found some blood
and some broken eyeglasses.

The sheriff thinks

that's where the P.I. was killed.

Did he tell you that we had
a talk with your husband?

Look, Jessica,
I didn't kill that P.I.

I didn't even know he was following us.

Me and Bobby, we rolled in here
around 2 a.m., checked in and sacked out.

I was asleep when my head hit the pillow.
I swear to God.

I cannot believe that man cared enough
about me to hire a detective.

Well, I have a lot of packing to do.

Good-bye, Jessica.

I’m sorry we've made
such a mess of things.

Hank, I’ll ring your room
as soon as I'm ready.

Don't forget about your shot.
You should've taken it an hour ago.

Shot?

My insulin shot. I'm a diabetic.
I thought you knew that.

-No. No, I didn't it. Hank...
-Jessica...

Victor froze out Liza
the same way Eudora froze me out.

I don't know how it happened.

It just did, but that's that.

We intend to live happily ever after.

Maybe not on as rich a scale,
but what the hell?

Well, I should think that the two of you
will do quite well.

I mean, after your settlement from Eudora.

[laughing]
My settlement?

That's funny.

No, before we got married, Eudora
made me sign a dozen different papers.

When we split, I get zilch.

I may even owe her money.

If you get a chance to talk to her,

tell her I'm sorry
that things turned out that way.

I’d tell her myself, but like I said,

she's not talking to anybody,
least of all me.

Hank, wait. Are you telling me

that you haven't seen
or talked to Eudora at all?

No, not since she was locked up.

-Then you don't know about the apple?
-What apple?

Eudora brought me some apples.

Someone used a syringe
to lace them with poison.

-That's insane.
-Someone wanted me dead,

or more likely, someone wanted Eudora

to take the blame for my death.

-Hank, where's your son?
-Bobby?

I don't know. He's in his room, I guess.

Jessica, what's Bobby got to do with this?

[knocking]
[Mort] Shipton? Anyone there?

This is Sheriff Metzger. Open up!

[keys jingling]

Sheriff?

[clapping]

[man]
Yeah, terrific.

So, now what, big guy?

Hey, Arnie.

Look who just walked in.

I don't want any trouble from you, fella.

Yeah, I guess you don't.

What's this? Looks like...
just the weasel and you, right?

Where's all your buddies?

Hey, I don't need any help handling you,

so why don't you just turn around
and get out of here?

I don't feel like doing that.

You did a pretty good job
on my face here, Arnold.

That's your name, right?
It's Arnold.

Hey, look.

You lost money and you wouldn't pay up.

You got what you des...

-Hey, take it easy.
-What's the matter, Arnold?

Don't feel so tough anymore?

You don't look it either.

What are you backing up for?

Something bothering you, Arnold?

Hold it right there. Don't move.

Don't any of you move!
Put your hands where I can see'em.

You can put your hands down.

Straight down by your sides. Go on.

My face is kind of a mess, right?

Put your hands down, do you hear me?

[giggles]

[tires screech]

What's the matter, Arnold?
Don't you like it? Hmm?

Don't you like it, Arnold?

Hey, you!

-[Hank] Bobby.
-Stay out of this, Pop.

-Are you crazy? Put down the gun.
-Better do what he says, Son.

Come on Pop.
You see what he did to my face?

-Get out of here, Mrs. Fletcher, now.
-Sheriff...

-I said now.
-Bobby, come on, Son.

Things are bad enough.
Don't make'em worse.

What are you talkin' about?

You know what I'm talking about...

-That private investigator.
-That wasn't me.

-It was you.
-You better let me handle this, Sir.

Please, Sheriff, he's my responsibility.

What did you kill him for, Bobby?

Why'd you do that?

I am telling you, Pop,

-I didn't.
-Then where'd you get the gun?

Whose gun is that, Son?

I had to do it, Pop. ’Cause he knew.

He was gonna fix it
so Eudora dumped you.

It’s a lot of money Pop.
Anything we ever wanted.

Well, maybe you didn't care,
but I cared.

Over 20 years, I never had nothin'
until you married her.

Think I was gonna let that creep
take it away?

Give me the gun, Bobby.

No, Pop.

Give it to me, or I'll take it.

Maybe you'd like to kill me too.

[sobbing]

Dorie.

I’m sorry.

It was Bobby that poisoned those apples.

Oh, Hank.

Crazy kid.

He got it in his head
that if you were convicted of murder,

I’d get all the money,
and he'd be on the easy street.

So he went to Jessica's to plant the gun
in the bedroom you'd been using,

and when he saw the basket of apples
and the card

and he knew that you'd brought them,

he got a better idea.

Oh, Hank, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Listen,
can I give you a ride back to the inn?

I have to call a lawyer.

-Sheriff?
-Yeah, she's free to go.

Well, there goes one grateful lady.

If you hadn't figured out
Bobby was responsible,

she'd still be sitting in there.

But I didn't figure it out, Seth.

All I knew was that Bobby
had poisoned the apples.

Yeah, how did you know that?

Well, at the hospital the other night,

Bobby said to me...

She would've done anything to stay on top.

I mean, she tried to kill you, didn't she?

Steal your book? Pop told me last night.

Hank knew about the book,
but there was no way

that he could've known
about the attempt on my life.

The only ones who knew about that

were the three of us and Eudora...

And Eudora refused to see Hank
or anyone else, for that matter.

I gotta tell you the truth, ma'am.

If I had to take that
into a court of law...

It's a good thing
we caught the guy with the P.I.'s gun.

All I can say is, it's past my bedtime.

-Jess, can I give you a lift home?
-Oh, yes, Seth. Thank you.

-Good night, Sheriff.
-Good night, ma'am.

-You too, Doc.
-A-yah.

-Well, how about a cup of coffee, Seth?
-Oh. No thanks.

Listen,
I've got some delicious gingerbread.

It wouldn't take a minute to heat it up.

Some other time. I've gotta get
an early start tomorrow.

I’m going fishing
over by Little Duck Island.

Seth, you just got out of the hospital.

And I almost didn't.

Had lots of time to think about...

tasting the wine and smelling the roses.

It's just going to be me and Caleb.

Plenty of room
if you'd like to come along.

That is very sweet of you, Seth.
It really is, but...

You know,
I feel as if I've just broken the spine

of this new book of mine,

and I have just got to write it now,
while it's still fresh.

Suit yourself.

If you change your mind,

we'll be leaving about nine.

Well, thanks.

So good night for now,
and thanks for the ride.

My pleasure.

[typing]

[doorbell rings]

Eudora!
I thought you left last night.

Well, I intended to, but things
got a little complicated.

I didn't want to leave
without saying good-bye, and to thank you.

Oh, don't be silly. Come inside.

No, I really can't.
I have 100 things on my agenda.

I treated you shabbily.

I’m ashamed and embarrassed.

If there's anything I can do
to make amends,

I will do it.

Now please don't say anything kind.

I just couldn't take it.

Eudora, wait, please.

I just wanted to say
that I'm really sorry about Hank.

Oh, that's all right.

It was never right for us,
even from the beginning.

He and Liza are a perfect match.

-I wish them but happiness.
-Really?

What'll you do? Another book?

Oh, no. At least, not right away.

I have a sister in Oregon,
and she has three adorable children...

I hardly even know.

So for a few months
I’ll be Aunt Eudora,

and see if I can put
some sanity back into my life.

Good.

[car door closes,
engine starts]

[line ringing]

[Seth on answering machine]
This is the Doctor speaking.

If you're violently ill,
get yourself over to the hospital.

They can't do much more damage
than I would.

[handset settles in cradle]

Seth!

Seth, don't go!

Well, now, I'd just about given up on you.

Well, after that gracious invitation,
how could I refuse?

Well, if you want to make yourself useful,

why don't you bear a hand
with that bowline?

You mean, you've been waiting
for me here for an hour,

and all you can tell me to do
is to see to that bowline?

We haven't been waiting.

We had... mechanical difficulties.

Oh. Well. Fine.

I’ll, uh, see to the bowline.

-Oh, morning, Caleb.
-Morning, ma’am.

The fact is, we been waiting here
for over an hour.

Sure glad you showed up.
The doc was getting mighty testy.