All language subtitles for Murder.She.Wrote.S05E03.Mr.Penroy s.Vacation.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Lighten up, Mr. Mayor.

A sleepy little town like this?
What can happen?

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

We couldn’t very well turn
to that new sheriff, could we?

I mean, I hear he’s
from New York City.

Yep, that’s Morris Penroy,
all right.

Been dead about, oh,
48 hours, I'd say.

Poison?

Bart Klapper never
gives up on a railroad robbery.

I even know who
pulled off the heist.

Ohh!

-Sheriff!
-What is it, Floyd?

-We found another one.
-Found another what?

Another body, Sheriff.

[growling]
Come, Winston.

[panting]

Ah. Lovely afternoon
for a walk, Mr. Penroy.

Indeed it is, Mr. Mayor.

Nothing like sea air
to keep a man fit.

Mmm. Oh, by the way,
I noticed you,

uh, didn’t register
to vote yet.

Probably an oversight?

Well, now, I’m glad
you reminded me.

I wouldn’t want to miss
the chance to vote next month.

A man has to put down roots.

Folks have, uh, pretty much
persuaded me to run again.

A civic duty
you carry well, Mr. Mayor.

Ah, yes. Well, I’ll see you
at the party tomorrow.

Oh. Oh, is it supposed to be
a surprise?

No, no. But Helen and I
might have a little, uh...

surprise of our own
for everyone.

Ohh! Well, good day.

Come, Winston.
[growling]

Hey.
[chuckles]

Looks like retirement
agrees with you, old man.

Daryl, my boy.
What a pleasure to see you.

But aren’t you jumping the gun
a couple of days?

Just lookin’ after my interests.
You understand, huh?

There’s nothing
to worry your head about.

Everything is safe and snug.

You just make sure
that it stays that way

for another two days, huh?

A word of advice, Daryl.

Keep out of sight
until it’s time.

Don’t overdo the exercise,
Mr. Penroy.

We wouldn’t want
that old ticker to stop.

Not when you got so much
to look forward to, huh?

[laughing]

[knocking]

Seth! Come on in.

Well, I see my timing
is just perfect.

Well, not exactly. I just threw out
the rest of the coffee.

Oh, no, no. You said you’d help me
wrap a present.

Did you bring it?

Ta-da!

Seth, you’re not gonna give
that tie to Morris Penroy?

Why not? It’s brand new.
Never been worn.

Oh, good Heavens!
Where did you buy it?

Oh, I didn’t buy it.

Amos gave it to me
for last Christmas.

You know, it’s hard to believe
that a whole month has passed

since--since Amos retired
and went back to Kentucky.

Yeah. Down there with
all those relatives of his.

Well, I tell ya, it’s not quite
my idea of retirement.

Uh uh.
I really miss him.

Never thought I’d say
I missed old Amos.

But about this new fella-
what’s his name?

Mort. Mort Metzger.

Yeah. Now, he’s a city fella.

What’s he doin’ up here
in these parts, huh?

Well, as I understand it,
he took early retirement.

I think he’s from New York.

You know, paying what we do,

we were lucky to find somebody
with police experience.

Yeah.

Have you met his wife?

Yes. She introduced herself
in the market the other day.

She was in my office last week.

Sore throat. Shouldn’t wonder.

I never heard a woman
talk so much.

I must say that,
uh, Adelle is, uh...

[chuckles]
energetic.

Now, Seth, you’re not really gonna give
that tie to Morris Penroy.

Course I am.
Why, it’ll be just the thing

for him to wear
on his honeymoon.

One of the Appletree sisters?

Seth, aren’t you letting
your imagination

run away with you?

I mean, Lillian and Helen

wrote the book
on spinsterhood.

You’d be surprised
the gossip a doctor hears.

No, I wouldn’t.

And I wouldn’t believe it all either.

Just because Mr. Penroy
rents their spare room.

I wonder which one he has
his eye on, Helen or Lillian?

Lovely place
you got here, Morris.

And such charming landladies.

Wouldn’t mind
retiring here myself.

You too, Cliff?

You’re not supposed to be here
till the day after tomorrow.

What do you mean, "you too"?

I just ran into Daryl.

Apparently, neither of you
can hold your water.

Maybe we had the same thought.

Just making sure
we all stick to the schedule.

Listen, my greedy friend,

if I were going
to run out on you,

I would have done it months ago.
As for the sched--

Oh, Helen, where are you?

As for the schedule,

we agreed to meet here
two days from now.

And now I suggest
you make yourself scarce.

Very scarce.

Howdy, Sheriff.

Oh, hi, Mr. Mayor.
Hiya, Winston.

Mighty fine set of golf clubs
you got there.

Oh, thanks.

Brimley just fixed ’em up
with a new set of grips.

Thought I’d squeeze in 18 holes
up at Quail Run tomorrow mornin’.

Oh? Well, tomorrow
would be a work day.

Well, my deputies
will be on the job.

But if we should happen to be hit
with a crime wave,

Mr. Mayor,
I’ll be wearin’ my beeper.

Oh, come on.
Lighten up, Mr. Mayor.

A sleepy little town like this?
What can happen? See ya.

[Winston whimpers]

Come, Winston.
[Winston barks]

Excuse me, Miss.
Can I help you with that?

What do I look like,
I just got off the boat?

Well, you see, I’m, uh,
I’m new in town myself,

but I thought
I might recommend a hotel.

Inexpensive but, uh, clean.

I’m staying there myself.

Oh, yeah? Well,
why don’t you zip over there

and grab a cold shower...
and then call your wife.

Helen, dear, you mustn’t
overheat yourself.

Lillian, if you'd help me a little,

I wouldn’t be in danger
of overheating.

Well, I would,
but I broke a nail

carrying those
flats of Petunias.

Well, what about me?
I have a blister. Do I complain?

I could get started on the cake
for the party tomorrow.

Yes, dear, do make yourself useful.

It’s getting late,
and there’s so much to do.

Oh. Finished at last.

What do you think, Helen? Chocolate icing.
It’s Mr. Penroy’s favorite.

What difference does it make?

Wipe your hands
and come and help me.

I can’t do everything myself.

[clock chiming]

Now let’s see.

Oh, uh, all right.

[grunting]

Oh, there we go. Ohh.

Hold the lamp up.

-Wait!
-Wha-what?

Why...

Lillian, that’s our best tablecloth.

I embroidered that myself.

Well, we can’t just--

I mean, I think it’s only right

that we cover him with something.

Here.

Oh.

I better bring up some cider

from the cellar
for the party tomorrow.

Yes, you do that.

[growling]

I noticed that new family

that moved in next door to you

hasn’t registered to vote yet.

I was wonderin’ if I was
to come by on Sunday,

maybe you’d
introduce me to ’em.

[chuckles]
Hello, Mayor.

-Hello, Jessica. Doc.
-Jessica.

It was so thoughtful of you
to invite us, Helen.

Good of you to come.
Dr. Hazlitt.

I never pass up a chance

to put my nose into a glass

of that homemade cider
of yours, Helen.

Not to mention Lillian’s
fabulous angel food cake.

Now, where is
our birthday boy?

Yes, uh, where is Mr. Penroy?

Mr. Penroy was called away
last night.

Well, it was yesterday
afternoon, dear.

You mean, he’s not here?

Lillian means that the call
came in yesterday afternoon.

Oh, dear.
No bad news, I hope.

-A sick friend.
-In Peoria.

No, dear, I’m sure
he said Phoenix.

Anyway, he packed his bags

and caught the midnight bus
for Augusta.

What a shame, the night
before his birthday.

We thought of calling off
the party,

but he said he wanted everybody
to come and enjoy themselves.

Didn’t he, Lillian?

Yes, those were his last words.

[Winston growling]
I don’t suppose, uh,

he mentioned whether he got
the chance to register to vote.

No. But he did say that
his friend was very ill,

and that he might be gone
for quite some time.

Well, he’s very lucky

to have such a good friend
as Mr. Penroy.

Here, Winston. Here. Here.
Come on. Winston. Ah, good boy.

Here, Winston.
Come on. Good boy.

[growling]

Oh, let me take these for you.
Do have some cake.

-Thank you, Helen. Sure.
-Thank you very much.

This sick friend sounds
like a fish story to me.

Oh? Is that a little fillet
of gossip that’s come your way?

Well, that romance I told you about
may have turned sour.

Could be a simple case
of cold feet.

Why, Seth Hazlitt,
you ought to start

a gossip column in The Gazette.
[laughing]

Miss Appletree.

-Clyde.
-Mrs. Fletcher.

Clyde, thank you for covering
that postage due for me yesterday.

How much was it,
three cents?

That’s right, three cents.

Ah, here you are,
Miss Appletree.

Sale flyer from Comptons,
a seed catalog for Miss Lillian,

Mr. Penroy’s pension check

and your electric bill, second notice.

Afraid I’ve got nothing smaller
than a nickel.

I’ll put two cents
in your mailbox tomorrow,

with a receipt.

Thank you.

Uh, Miss Appletree,

that cake sure looks mighty good.

Help yourself, Clyde,
now that you’re here.

Excuse me, ladies.

May I help you?

I beg your pardon for intruding
on such a festive occasion,

but is this the residence
of Morris Penroy?

Yes.

My name is Smythe.

Reverend Wilfred Smythe,
with an "e."

I’m an old friend
of Mr. Penroy from Albany.

He wrote and invited me to stop by
if ever I was in town.

Oh, I’m sorry, Reverend,
but he’s out at the moment.

Oh, dear, I should have
telephoned first.

When do you expect him back?

We don’t.

I beg your pardon?

Uh, he’s out of town.

He’s gone? When?

Last night.

But that can’t be.

I spoke to him--

I mean, I wrote him
that I was coming.

He got a call
from a sick friend.

Uh, Peoria or Phoenix.
One of those places out West.

What a shame
that you missed him.

How long are you
going to be in town?

He’s going to be gone
a long time.

But we’ll certainly tell him

that you were asking for him,
Reverend,

when he gets back.

There was no message?

He really didn’t have time.

Does he know where to find you,
Reverend Smythe?

No. Yes!

Well, I really mustn’t keep you.

So sorry to have missed him.
Goodbye.

And bless you.

Well, more cake, anyone?

I don’t suppose it would be proper
to open the presents.

Second notice on the electric bill,

$46 on the gas bill,
and $328 on the real estate tax,

due since December.

Well, Mr. Penroy always endorsed
his check over to us to cash for him.

And since he won’t be coming back,

he won’t need any of this.

Lillian, your handwriting
is atrocious.

Besides, I’ve been practicing
his signature.

[clattering]
What’s that?

Sounds like Mr. Penroy’s
having a restless night.

Lillian, he’s... away.

Should we call Amos Tupper?

He’s away too.

And I don’t think it would be wise
to call on that new man.

He’s not really one of us.

[clattering continues]

I think we better deal
with this ourselves.

[knocking]

Oh, Sheriff Metzger.

I’m sorry about the hour,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I hope I’m not interrupting
your writing or anything.

No, no. I was just writing
a few personal notes. Won’t you come in?

Oh, thanks.

Is something wrong?

Well, the last piece
of advice Amos Tupper

gave me before
he left was, uh,

if I had a serious problem
or needed some help,

I should talk to you.

Oh, yes, of course.

I’ll do what I can to help.

Tupper left me the parking plans
for the Founders Day picnic.

And frankly, Mrs. Fletcher, I’m stuck.

I-I can’t make out
his handwriting.

[chuckles]
Yes, well, actually,

I’ve always had trouble
reading Amos’ handwriting.

But I think between
the two of us,

we’ll be able to decipher it.
Won’t you sit down?

Oh, thanks. Thanks.
That’d be a big load off my mind.

Boy, my Adelle was sure right
about you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I mean, she said you wouldn’t
mind me imposing on you at all.

Oh. Oh, yes.
I bumped into Adelle

in the market the other day.
We had a nice chat.

Yeah. Yeah,
Adelle’s very outgoing.

She always finds something
interesting to talk about.

Oh, yes. She related some
very amusing anecdotes.

I mean, her two years
in the Marine Corps

must have been...
well, quite broadening.

Oh, right. Yeah,
and here we are now,

the missus and me,
in this terrific little town.

You know, a month ago
I was worryin’ about

gettin’ home on the subway
without havin’ to break up a gang war.

Yeah, I don’t suppose Cabot Cove
has had a gang war

since the Whiskey Rebellion
of, uh... 1794.

[both laughing]

Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, a place like this,

I feel like I’m stealin’ the money.

[laughing]
Yeah, yeah.

I wonder if we did the right
thing last night, Helen.

Of course we did.

We couldn’t very well turn
to that new sheriff, could we?

I mean, I hear he’s
from New York City.

Yes. We really don’t know
much about him, do we?

Might have been
very awkward.

It’s just too bad
that minister person

had to come poking around

asking questions
about Mr. Penroy.

Reverend Smythe?

Let me tell you something, Lillian.

I went through his wallet
last night,

and according to
his identification,

his real name
was Clifford Coleson.

He’s from some place
in Massachusetts called Brockton.

I don’t think he’s
a real minister at all.

Cabot Cove hasn’t been
the same

since the tourists
started coming.

Well, we better hurry,
the bank will be opening.

-Oh, hello, Lillian. Helen.
-Oh, hello.

You know, that was such
a lovely party yesterday.

Too bad Mr. Penroy
couldn’t have been there.

I felt that he was.

In spirit.

Yes. And it was a shame
about his friend

who came from
out of town to see him.

Reverend Smythe,
I think it was.

He seemed a little upset
to have missed Mr. Penroy.

He called last night,
uh, Reverend Smythe,

to get the address of,
uh, Mr. Penroy’s sick friend.

He said he was
leaving immediately.

Yes.

He went to the same place
as Mr. Penroy.

Excuse me.

Hello.

How would you like those bills?
Same as always?

That would be fine.

Lovely warm weather
we’ve been having.

Oh, yes. Just what you need
for those Petunias you just planted.

There you go.
$746, Miss Appletree.

Now, you ladies be careful
with that when you go home.

Oh, and tell Mr. Penroy
I said hello.

We will. Thank you, Sue.

Have a nice day, Sue.
Bye, Jessica.

Bye. Morning, Sue.
I’d like to make a deposit.

-Good morning, Sam.
-Oh, mornin’, Jessica.

I see Winston’s got you out
for a little exercise.

Yeah, I’ve been givin’ him
some trainin’.

Uh, heel, Winston. Heel!

[whimpers]

Well, we just got started.

It takes him a while
to get the hang of things.

Winston. Winston!
[sighs]

Oh, uh, by the way, Jessica,

I've been meanin’
to ask you somethin’.

Uh, been havin’ some trouble
linin’ up candidates

for the town council slate.

Sam. Sam, I have already served

three terms on the town council.

And with all of the traveling
that I’ve been doing,

I really do think someone else
should have that honor.

Well, that’s what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Been thinkin’ of askin’
Morris Penroy to run.

He’s only been here a year,
but he’s a nice enough fella.

Folks seem to like him.
And bein’ retired...

he’d be able to attend
all those meetings.

Yes, Sam, I think that Morris Penroy

would be an excellent candidate.

Winston!
Damn it, Winston!

Winston!

Winston! Winston!

[growls]

[panting]
Mr. Penroy’s always givin’ him a treat.

Come on, Winston.

Probably a bone
buried in there.

Oh!

[Winston whimpers]

Yeah, that’s Morris Penroy, all right.

Been dead about,
oh, 48 hours, I'd say.

From what, Doc?

Well, I didn’t see any
signs of violence on him.

Well, you’re a doctor, aren’t ya?

How come you don’t know
what killed him?

It could have been
a lot of different things.

We’ll just have to wait for
the coroner’s report, now, won’t we?

Poison?

Eh, that’s one possibility, yes.

By the way, I found this
hangin’ on his neck.

Floyd, bag it.

I want that coroner’s report code blue.
You got that, Doc?

All right, ladies,
suppose you tell me

how Morris Penroy wound up
buried in your flower bed.

How should we know?
We were out shopping.

Shopping?

Doc says he’s been there
a couple of days.

Then he must have
come back from Peoria.

Phoenix. We’ll get you
some refreshments.

Hey, now wait a minute--

Sheriff, perhaps the ladies
might give a little more information...

if you were, well,
a little more gentle.

[door closes]

Oh, you mean, less iron fist
and more velvet glove.

-Oh, thanks.
-You mentioned two days.

That means the body was there
during the party.

Hey, that’s a good point.
I’ll want the invitation list.

[whispering, indistinct]
Hello.

Oh. Cider, Jessica?

Uh, no, not just now, Helen.
Thank you.

Are you two all right?

This must have been
the most terrible shock for you.

Yes, dreadful.

And a total surprise.

Oh, for all of us.

I mean, I didn’t know
Mr. Penroy that well,

but he seemed like a very nice,
cheerful sort of man.

I imagine that his loss may have
a very special meaning for you.

Whatever do you mean, Jessica?

Well, this is a very small town,

and I had heard it
mentioned that Mr. Penroy

was considering matrimony.

You could have knocked me over
with a feather--

he never mentioned
any such plan to us,

because we made it
perfectly clear

that we would only rent
to a retired bachelor gentleman.

Yes. Well, it just goes to show

it doesn’t pay
to listen to idle gossip.

Oh, my, what lovely napkins.

You know, I’d give anything in the world

to be able
to embroider like that.

Helen could show you,
couldn’t you, dear?

Oh. That’s puzzling.

That’s the same design
as the embroidery

on the tablecloth
that was covering Mr. Penroy.

Well, I’m sure there’s
some simple explanation.

We threw that away months ago.

Yes, months ago.

Uh, are you sure
that there isn’t something

that you’d like to tell me?

I mean, I think it might be
better if you told me...

rather than let
Sheriff Metzger find out first.

Now that you mention it,

he is acting
rather suspiciously, Jessica.

What Lillian means is that
Mr. Metzger seems to suspect...

that we had something
to do with Mr. Penroy’s death.

Really?

Yeah, well, uh, I suppose it’s,
uh, not surprising.

You know, the, uh, body
being found in your yard.

But, after all, it is his job

to get to the bottom
of these things.

[sighs]

Jessica, we’ve known you
for years,

but Mr. Metzger
is practically a stranger.

Yeah, small town like this,

shouldn’t take long to get
to the bottom of things.

That’s what we’re
payin’ you for, Sheriff.

After 20 years in the Big Apple,

you start to develop
a sixth sense about killers.

[Winston whimpers]

Good. But if you should get stuck
anyplace,

you just ask Jessica Fletcher.

[Winston growling]

Yeah, you’re not the first one
to tell me that.

Might be a good idea, Mr. Mayor,

for you to hang on
to your dog’s leash.

He might mess up some evidence.

Oh, oh. Right.

Floyd, get Winston
out of that flower bed!

All right, now, ladies.
I want some answers.

You told everybody at the party
that Penroy left town.

-He did.
-Uh, would you like a cookie?

Now look, ladies. We can check
with the phone company,

and we’re gonna be checkin’
with the bus company.

Now, if you ladies
are lyin’ about this--

-Uh, Sheriff!
-What is it, Floyd?

We found another one.

Found another what?

Another body, Sheriff.
A minister!

No. No, I have not got
the coroner’s report

on either body yet.

-Give me a hint.
-For starters...

the minister’s chest
has four deep stab wounds.

Four?

Soon as I get anything else,
I’ll let you know.

[sighs]

Now look, ladies.
I want some answers.

We have no idea
why he was in our flower bed.

We never saw him
before in our lives.

But, Lillian,
you did see him before,

at the party.

Well, never before that.

And he wasn’t even
a real minister.

Now wait. What do you mean,
he wasn’t a minister?

Uh, Lillian means he didn’t
look like a man of the cloth.

And he definitely did not
come back to the house later.

All right.

Now look, we checked
with the bus company.

Penroy was not on the
midnight bus or any other bus.

And the phone company
has no record of any

long-distance call coming into
your phone during that week.

Now you’re not dealing
with some hick cop here!

Either I get some answers
or I’m takin’ the gloves off.

[clears throat]

Well, if you’re going to
raise your voice like that,

we’re not interested
in continuing this conversation.

All right, that’s it.

Floyd, take ’em back
and lock ’em up.

Excuse me, Sheriff.

I wouldn’t dream of interfering,

but, uh, are you filing formal charges?

I’m only holding ’em for questioning.

Floyd, bring ’em some coffee
and sandwiches.

Look, I’m sorry,
but I have known

the Appletree sisters since--well,

since I was
a very young woman.

I can’t believe
they’ve suddenly turned

into a couple of serial killers.

One thing you learn
on the streets of New York:

you can’t judge by appearances.

I mean, it’s as plain
as the nose on your face.

They’re lyin’ through their teeth.

Somehow, that sounds
like a mixed metaphor,

but--but you’re right.

And it is a little disconcerting.

I mean, this business about
them cashing Mr. Penroy’s check.

What?

Well, I was standing
right next to them

in the bank when they did it.

I couldn’t help but notice.

Penroy’s pension check?
When?

This morning.
He’d endorsed it over to them.

But then Clyde delivered
a pension check during the party.

But Penroy was already dead.

Well, I-I didn’t really get a good look
at the date on the check.

I mean, it might
have been a check

that he’d endorsed
over to them earlier.

Lucky you remembered that,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I’ll check with the bank

right after we’re through
lookin’ around the house.

-Boston & Western railroad.
-Huh?

Uh, Mr. Penroy seems to have retired
about a year ago.

Well, that’s where, uh,

Penroy’s pension checks
were coming from.

Well, well, well.
Look at this.

Now, didn’t those
little old ladies

tell us that Penroy
packed his bags

and then caught the bus?
Right?

So how come they’re
still here in the closet?

Yeah, there does seem to be
an inconsistency there.

Yeah. No doubt about it.

I had a case like this
down in the Village.

Lady picked up a sailor in a bar,

then killed him for his shore pay

and buried his body
down in the cellar.

I’m gonna take a look downstairs.

Uh, Sheriff, don’t you think
you should have--

have a search warrant
for all of this?

Hey, you don’t need
a search warrant

to go over the scene of a crime
for evidence. Trust me.

But you don’t know for sure
that this is the scene of a crime.

Two bodies found
on the premises?

It’s close enough
for government work.

Oh, wow, look at this.
Every penny accounted for.

Adelle should run
our place like this.

Although it looks like they were

payin’ their bills with mirrors.

Sheriff, look at this.

[clock chiming]

Four stab wounds?

Looks like we just found ourselves
a murder weapon.

[knocking]

Yes, ma’am, can I help you?

Is this the residence
of Morris Penroy?

-Yes, it is.
-Is he here?

No.

Oh, if it’s okay,

I think i’ll just wait inside.

Uh-uh...

it might be a very long wait.

You mind if I ask you what
your connection to Penroy is?

Oh, didn’t I mention it?

I’m Marilee Penroy,
Morris Penroy’s wife.

Wife?

How do you do?

I’m Jessica Fletcher,

and this is Sheriff Metzger.

Oh, charmed, I’m sure.

Say, is anything wrong?

I’m afraid we’re...

we’re at a double loss, Mrs. Penroy.

You see, we were under
the impression

that Mr. Penroy was a bachelor.

Oh. We were married
a little over a year ago.

Uh, before he came to Cabot Cove.

Well, I’m afraid
we have very bad news.

I’m sorry to have
to inform you this way,

but, uh, your husband’s dead.

Morris is dead?

Murdered, right here.

[sighs]

Well, Mrs. Penroy
seems to have recovered.

She’s resting quietly
at her hotel.

I told you something fishy
was going on here.

I knew we never should
have rented to him.

Doc, would you say that
this is the murder weapon?

Uh, I suppose it could be.

Well, is it or isn’t it?

Depends on what
the coroner’s report says.

I’m waiting for his call any minute.

But even if it is the murder weapon,

we don’t really know who used it.

That’s right, Sheriff.
You can’t prove a thing.

There are no fingerprints on that.
Helen wore gloves.

Don’t say anything more, dear,

till he reads us our rights,

like on TV.

Sheriff?

Bart Klapper,

special investigator for
the Boston & Western Railroad.

I’m aware of the double homicide
you uncovered this morning,

and, uh, I have information
which bears on the case.

You haven’t, by any chance,
recovered the money?

Money? What money?

The money taken
in the armed robbery

of the Boston & Western
baggage car.

Five million dollars.

Uh, now wait a minute.

What-what did you say
your name was?

My card, Sheriff.
Special investigator Bart Klapper.

Yeah, well, Mr. Klapper,
I’m kinda new here.

I don’t know anything
about any armed robbery.

Well, a year ago in Boston,
uh, three armed men in ski masks

overpowered the clerk
in the baggage car...

and got off with five mil

destined for
the massapequa bank.

That’s right.
It was in all the papers.

Yeah.

Yes, ma’am.

Bart Klapper never gives up
on a railroad robbery.

I even know
who pulled off the heist.

Daryl Croft, four arrests
for car theft, the driver.

Ole Korshack, served three years
for armed robbery, the muscle.

Clifford Coleson,
numerous arrests for fraud,

Bunco Gamling,
no convictions, the brains.

Yeah. That’s our preacher fella,
all right.

[phone rings]

Problem is, we’ve had
no hard evidence till now.

So what does all this
have to do with Cabot Cove?

Well the bills were all
brand new,

consecutive serial numbers,

hotter than a two-dollar pistol.

I figure they had to stash
the stuff somewhere

and wait for it to cool off.

So when they all
converged on Cabot Cove,

I knew they were gathering
for the split.

Oh, dear.

And Mr. Penroy worked
for the Boston & Western.

That’s right, ma’am.
He was the baggage clerk.

I always suspected an inside job.

So you’re saying Penroy
was the keeper of the loot?

There must have been
a falling out among thieves.

Daryl Croft and, uh,
Ole Korshack

must have killed Penroy and Coleson...

and buried them
in Penroy’s back yard.

The only thing wrong
with that theory

is Morris Penroy died
of a massive heart attack.

He wasn’t murdered at all.

That was the coroner’s
office on the phone.

Oh, I’m sorry,
but this doesn’t make any sense.

I mean, why would Mr. Penroy
conceal his marriage?

Penroy wasn’t married.

Well, Marilee Penroy
thinks otherwise.

Marilee? Blonde bimbo?
Mouth like a stevedore?

[chuckles]
She wasn’t Penroy’s wife.

She was married to Cliff Coleson.

A marriage made in purgatory.

Sheriff, can we go home now?

Uh, yes, ma’am.

I’m sorry, ladies, I-I guess I had

this caper figured out all wrong.

Well, the important thing, Sheriff,

is that neither Ole or Croft
has left town,

which means they haven’t got
their hands on the money yet.

Floyd, get out an A.P.B.
on these guys.

We’re gonna grab ’em before
they get a chance to leave.

I don’t know.

Something about that man
sets my teeth on edge.

Mr. Klapper from the railroad?

No, Sheriff Metzger.

Well, uh, I suppose
he was only doing his job.

I mean, there were
some small inconsistencies

in what you told him.

Since they already know

that Mr. Penroy died
of natural causes,

I don’t suppose there’s any harm
in telling Jessica the truth.

Well, it was after Mr. Penroy
came back from his walk.

He was in an especially
expansive mood.

Very pleased
with himself indeed.

It crossed
my mind that he might

have been drinking,
but there was nothing on his breath.

He let it drop
that he was expecting

to come into some money.

And then he made the most
shocking proposition.

He proposed to Helen.

He apparently had totally misunderstood
my kindness to him.

Helen set him straight
in no uncertain terms.

And that’s when he
had the heart attack.

But good heavens,

why on earth did you
bury him in the backyard?

Well, we-we’d come to rely
on the rent money he was paying us.

I mean, after what happened,

we certainly wouldn’t want
to let another man under our roof.

Yes, but surely you realized--

and there wouldn’t
have been any problem

if that wretched minister
person wouldn’t have come

poking around,
asking questions.

Well, I hardly--
[clears throat]

dare ask what happened to him.

We don’t really know.

We heard a noise upstairs.
Someone was prowling around.

Whoever you are in there,

you better leave or--or
we’ll call the police.

And what happened?

Well, whoever it was

must have left
through the window.

I suppose it was
that minister person.

We heard him call
from down in the yard.

Yes, it was some kind of an oath.

I heard a voice say, "holy"-
but he never finished it.

Lillian’s memory
isn’t what it used to be.

I’m sure what he said
was somebody’s name.

I think it was Foley.

The Foleys moved away from
Cabot Cove in 1948, dear.

Well--

uh, could it have been Ole?

Might have been.
But I think it was Foley.

Anyway, after a while,
we went outside,

and we found him

with our tine fork stuck
in his chest...

near the foot of the ladder.

After everything
that had gone on,

we thought it best
to just bury him quietly

and not bother that new sheriff.

It was my idea
to burn the tine fork.

Of course. Somebody
was looking for the money.

And if what Mr. Klapper
says is true,

Mr. Penroy was involved
in the robbery.

Probably so, because his room
had been ransacked.

Of course, we straightened
it up again.

And was anything missing?

Think.

Now this is very important.

Only his collection.

His collection?

Of railway
baggage claim checks.

From all over the country.
He was very proud of it.

He kept it in a case.

It was gone when
we straightened up.

Mr. Penroy apparently

had a great deal of money
hidden away somewhere.

Those baggage claim checks
possibly might have

something to do
with where it’s hidden.

I really must run along.

Thank you so much
for the refreshments.

But, Jessica, you didn’t
finish your cider.

[seagulls squawking]

-Hey!
-Where is it, Ole?

I don’t know, Daryl.
Swear to God.

Look, I was afraid
to go near the place.

I figured maybe you got it.

Just don’t you forget
that we’re still partners.

Hey, look, I-I’d never
cross you, Daryl. Honest.

I’m sure that you wouldn’t...

’cause that would
be very stupid,

even for you, huh?

Cause now it’s
only a two-way split.

Let me tell you--
[car approaching]

[tires screeching]

Freeze, suckers!

Easy, son, or I’ll cut
you a new belly button.

[blade drops, clatters]

[door opens, closes]

I think "crime wave"
is two words, Floyd.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
I guess you heard, huh?

Heard? Heard what?

I collared ’em both
about a half an hour ago.

Daryl Croft and Ole Korshack.
Got ’em locked up in the back.

Oh, that was very fast, Sheriff.

Couple of very dangerous types,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Frankly, you folks were lucky
I was here to deal with them.

Well, that’s certainly true, Sheriff.

What I wanted to tell you is

that I have just been having
a word with Lillian and Helen.

Now, they heard a voice outside
in the yard just about the time

that Mr. Coleson was killed.

They said they heard
him call out a name.

-It sounded like Ole.
-Ole Korshack.

And another thing.
Mr. Penroy had a collection--

Oh, don’t you worry
anymore about Mr. Penroy.

I got this one signed,
sealed and delivered.

Oh, you mean,
you found the money?

Not yet.
But I will soon.

Well, I certainly don’t want to
pour cold water on your arrests,

but, uh, without the money,
it seems to me

you haven’t got very much
to hold those two men on.

Oh, trust me, Mrs. Fletcher.
I’ve had years of experience

dealing with
slimeballs like them.

Faced with a murder-one rap,
they’ll cough up

the location of that money
like a baby with the colic.

Hey, i’ll bet there’s even
a reward for that money.

Floyd, call that
railroad company.

Oh, I doubt that they
know anything about it.

Don’t worry.
I’ll squeeze it out of ’em.

Yeah, hang on.

It’s Sheriff Metzger
callin’ from Cabot Cove.

Yeah, Sheriff Mort Metzger
speaking.

Yes, uh, your special investigator,

uh, Bart Klapper suggested
I get in touch with you...

concerning the robbery
in Boston last year.

What’s this?

Doc Hazlitt found that
around Penroy’s neck.

Say, you think that could be

the key to a safe-deposit box
or somethin’?

No, I don’t think it looks
like a safe-deposit key.

Thanks.

They’re offering 10% reward
for the recovery of the loot.

Golly. That’s
half a million dollars.

How exciting.
I mean, if you find the money.

Funny thing is,

they said Bart Klapper
doesn’t work for them anymore.

This may a bit obvious, but, uh,

you know, this key looks like
one I have for an old trunk.

Yeah. Maybe too obvious.

But it sure is worth checking.

Can you imagine Mr. Penroy
being part of a railway gang

and never letting on
a word to us?

It’s a good thing you remembered this
trunk we stored away for him down here.

Now let’s see.

-Try this, dear.
-Thank you, Lillian.

Oh, this is so exciting!

[both exclaiming]

Land o’ Goshen!
Look at that!

We’ll be able to pay
the electric bill now.

They’re all so new.
They’re brand new!

Oh, that’s all right.

We’ll run it through
the washing machine

like the gangsters
do on television.

Lillian, I don’t see any reason
to mention this to Jessica.

No, it’ll just be our little secret.

What are you doing
in our house?

I’ve been keeping an eye
on your place all afternoon.

And when I saw you come down
here to the cellar,

I figured you must be
up to something.

We found this.

So if there’s any reward,
it belongs to us.

Is there a reward?

Oh, yes, there’s a reward, all right.

But it’s for the return
of the money.

And somehow I don’t think
the Boston & Western’s

ever gonna see that money again.

You mean, you’re going to
steal it after we found it?

It’s an imperfect world, ladies.
We all have our weaknesses.

We’ll tell Sheriff Metzger!

No. I’m afraid
I can’t let you do that.

-Aah!
-Hold it!

Right there, Klapper.

Oh, hello, Lee.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Are you leaving?

I guess there’s nothing
to keep me here anymore.

Yes, isn’t it exciting?

Sheriff Metzger
finding all that money

and arresting Bart Klapper
for Mr. Coleson’s murder.

You know, isn’t it something?

I mean, here’s a guy who’s
working for the railroad.

And he kills two men
and tries to rip off the money.

Oh, he didn’t kill Mr. Penroy, Lee.

I hope you don’t mind me
calling you Lee?

With a name like Marilee?
Lee’s shorter.

All my friends call me Lee.
Say, how did you know?

Oh, I--the monogram
of the letter "l"

that you wear.
I just guessed.

So it was that crooked
railroad cop who got Cliff?

Mm-hmm.

Sheriff Metzger caught him
red-handed,

about to murder
the Appletree sisters too.

Apparently, he took some checks

from Mr. Penroy’s room
when he killed Mr. Coleson.

As soon as Sheriff Metzger
finds them,

that’ll be the final link
in the evidence.

Oh, I don’t think he’ll ever find
the baggage claim checks.

Klapper probably
would have burned them.

Oh? Is that what
you did with them?

Me? I didn’t know about them
until you told me about them.

I said "checks."
You said "baggage claim checks."

I didn’t get a chance
to tell Sheriff Metzger that.

No, I’m afraid there’s only
one way that you’d know that.

Me? Why would I kill Cliff Coleson?

Perhaps because
he’d run out on you?

I understand it hadn’t been
a very happy marriage.

Oh, wait a minute.

I told you I was married to Penroy.

I know that’s what you said.

But you see,
someone heard poor Mr. Coleson

call out your name
just before he was murdered.

I suspect you knew the money
was about to be split up.

You probably followed him
up here to Cabot Cove.

Mr. Coleson found the collection

of claim checks
in Mr. Penroy’s room.

He probably thought
it was a clue

to where the money was hidden.

I suspect that you were waiting
at the bottom of the ladder.

A very unpleasant surprise.

Oh, Lee!

He called out your name, Lee.

You saw the case and thought
that he’d found the money.

It must have taken a great deal
of rage and frustration

to do what you did.

[sighs]

Being married to Cliff

was like being on
a burning roller coaster.

He was up, he was down.

He was always in trouble
with the law.

And when h-he finally made
his one big, beautiful score,

he left me.

The money was my only hope.

I wasn’t about to let him
get away with that.

You understand, don’t you?

Adelle Metzger came
to me this morning with

the worse case of laryngitis
I think I’ve ever seen.

Hard to picture Adelle
not being able to talk.

My theory is she got it
yelling at Metzger.

Seth.

Well, she must have been
as mad as a hornet

when the Boston & Western
ruled that the reward

was going to
the Appletree sisters.

Well, fortunately
they returned the money

from Mr. Penroy’s check,
and Sheriff Metzger

was nice enough not to
press charges against them.

Just a case of saving
the taxpayer money.

Any smart lawyer
would have gotten ’em off easy

due to diminished mental capacity.

You know, I suspect that
there’s not much wrong

with Lillian and Helen’s
mental capacity, Seth.

I was talkin’ about Metzger.