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Oh, I don't have it.

Yeah,

sorry, bud. But hey, let's have a good
day.

Thank you.

Yeah, good luck.

Take care, guys.

There you are.

I got you.

Hello? Who's there?

You.

Oh, give me to dad.

Amazing. Congratulations.

Thank you. You want a coffee? On the
house. Yes, please.

To go. To go. You got it. To go.

Helen?

Is that Peter? I can't look.

Affirmative. Peter Henderson Long,
incoming.

Bye,

Helen. Okay, we're open daily, 8 to 8.
Yep.

Hello. Morning, Nellie. Ooh, sunflower
test. Who's winning?

Well, Sunny Delight is tallest, but
Suntastic has better seeds.

Ooh. Looks like the foliage spray really
does the job.

I'll have 1 ,500 words by end of day, no
problem.

I heard Helen opened the diner. Yes.

What you cooking?

Soufflés, three -part series, France at
home.

Better get cracking.

Oh.

Help yourself to middling profiteroles.
Tastes like mediocrity. Never stop me.

Yum.

Oh, uh, Marty brought the mail? He sure
did.

Oh.

For you.

Oh, thank you.

So...

I saw what you wrote in your column to
Grace, you know.

Kittenless and longing in Babelton,
Fiona.

Right. You told Grace, be patient, good
things will come.

I said that?

So yesterday, I see Peter at the park,
and he tells me Grace found a kitten

right after you wrote that, under the
shrubbery in their own garden.

Amazing.

I really hope he let her keep it. How
could he not? Does he have a choice? The

whole town was rooting for Grace.

Kittenless and longing in Babelton,
Fiona.

So, funny thing, that kitten looks an
awful lot like those tabbies up for

adoption near your place.

You said one would be perfect for Grace.

Ah, poor Peter.

I'd rather have been avoiding him.

So long as everyone ends up happy,
right? Well, almost everyone.

Huh.

I just got a handwritten letter. No
return address.

Mail mail advice.

Don't they use the anonymous web form?

Yeah, they do.

This woman is worried that her boyfriend
might be cheating on her.

He was the bee's knees, now secretive.
She suspects canoodling in the shadows

with another woman. How awful. And
mysterious.

What's it from? It's signed Worried in
Babelton.

I wonder why it's handwritten.

Maybe an off -grid? No internet?

Hmm. I think I know this handwriting.

Oh. Yes, yes.

She has been dotting her I's with hearts
ever since elementary school.

Dahlia chatters. Which means Blake
Jarvis. No, Blake.

What are you thinking, worrying our poor
Dahlia?

Nellie, where are you going?

You know, advice from an advice column
usually happens at a desk.

Type, type, type, type.

Blake?

I need to talk to you.

Blake?

No, no, no.

Is

anybody

there?

Police, please.

Yes, I need some help.

Blake Jarvis' house.

Oh, yes. Yes, I'm here.

Yeah, please send someone.

There's been a murder.

It wasn't a robbery.

Nothing's been stolen. He still had his
phone and his watch. Bless his soul. He

took a terrible tumble. Bergie, this
wasn't an accident. He was clearly

Oh, Detective Mickey.

Hey. You met Nellie Parker? Nellie's got
a knack for advice.

She's the one found Blake.

If I could just get a... You're not much
of anyone in Bableton until you know

Nellie, Mick.

You're so new here. Nice to meet you,
Miss Parker.

Detective Michael Hogan.

Oh, uh, Nellie.

I've just been reassuring our Nellie
here that the medical reports will come

back and tell us poor Blake took a
header. Did Doc Bailey all examine the

yet? Well, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty
to discuss that. Oh, Nellie, Mickey's

going to tell us what we need to know to
put your mind at ease, okay?

Let's hear it, Mick.

Thank you.

With all due respect, Sheriff, we should
probably discuss this in private, don't

you think?

Oh.

Okay, then. Well, Dr.

Balliol still needs to conduct the full
autopsy and run the toxic screens, but

the preliminary comments put the time of
death somewhere between 10 p .m. and

midnight last night, and there is an
indication that the victim was pushed

the top of the stairs with significant
force. Oh, my.

I knew it.

Did you notice the solder? It had been
swept away.

As though someone were trying to erase
the trailer for Prince. Yeah, yeah, we

caught that. And the light was off.

I don't imagine Blake went upstairs in
the dark.

Certainly couldn't have flipped the
switch after he died, obviously.

Obviously, yeah. Well, we're going to
dust everything for Prince.

Good. Good.

Okay, Sheriff, how do you see this
investigation proceeding?

Oh, you've got a handle on it, Mick.

Why not make it a trial run?

Yeah. Well, congratulations.

Thanks. Okay, I guess what I'll do then
is I'll... Oh, wait.

I did find this.

Oh, my. Where did you find that?

$20 ,000.

It was in Blake's right breast pocket.

I... Oh, yeah, I don't... Oh, man.

Huh.

So, you were friends with Blake Jarvis?
Oh, I knew Blake for forever, but we

weren't close.

What would you call close?

Birthday parties? Maybe more than that?

Did you go to Blake's birthday parties?

No. Did you date him?

What? No.

Date him?

We weren't close. Dating would be close.
True. Anyways, he was with Dahlia. I

used to babysit Dahlia. I was friends
with her brother in second grade. I

date him either.

Just, you know, for the record. Right.
So why come here this morning to see

acquaintance? Well, I wanted to talk to
Blake face to face.

About what? Love.

Life.

Pursuit of happiness.

Mm -hmm. I'm an advice columnist. I was
doing some research.

What kind of research?

Oh, it covers a wide range of topics.
You should read the weekend edition.

Well. That concludes my statement for
now.

It's very tidy in here, don't you think?
Was Blake a particularly neat person?

I have no idea.

If he wasn't, maybe the killer came back
and cleaned the place up.

That would tell you something, wouldn't
it?

Well... Thank

you for the water, Michael.

All right, you guys pan out, see what
you can find, all right?

Here.

Nellie?

Oh!

Nellie, oh!

I don't understand. Is this real?

I'm so sorry.

Why would anyone want to hurt Blake?

I mean, everyone loved him. I don't
know.

But you can figure this out, Nellie,
right? What happened to him? I...

Maybe if we put our heads together, we
can come up with some clues to help the

police. Clues? Okay, how do we do that?

Why don't we step away?

We'll just go this way, this way. Okay.

Why don't we start by remembering the
last time you and Blake spoke?

That would be on the phone, I think,
yesterday evening after supper.

Okay, do you remember what time that
was?

Quarter to seven. Okay, good. This is
very useful.

And what did the two of you speak about?

Um, I asked him what he had for supper.

Oh, right. And how did he sound? Like,
what was his tone of voice? Did he sound

like he usually did? No.

Oh. He was rushing. Like he wanted to
get rid of me.

That was the last time we spoke.

Oh, Delia.

I know this is hard.

But I know you're worried in Babelton.

What? That Blake was being unfaithful?

But cheating?

Dahlia, it just... It sounds so harsh.

Oh, no.

It was more of a bad feeling than
anything, Nellie. The prickles. Like I

Blake had a secret. A secret? Not a good
secret. It was happening more and more

where he just didn't want to talk to me,
you know? Like he had more important

things. Than you? No way.

His furniture business. It kept him
really busy, right? Always. It wasn't

He was acting sneaky.

Wait, I don't have to tell the police,
right? I mean...

I don't have evidence of Blake cheating.
You do have to tell them. I wanted to

talk to you first, but Talia, I'm going
to have to tell them as well. It could

be really important.

Look, I am going to help you.

I promise.

Do you have any idea who Blake was
sneaking around with?

You don't think that's who did this to
him? Oh, I mean, it could be possible.

Miss Chatters?

Mr. Jarvis' partner?

I don't... I think I know you.

He's new.

Detective Michael. Or Mickey?

Mick? Detective Michael Hogan. And I'm
going to have to ask you to come with me

if you don't mind. Detective.

Dahlia and Blake were together for three
years.

Right.

Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your loss.

I can arrange to have you meet with a
victim's advocate if you like. But

I really need to ask you to come with
me. And Sheriff Brown, back to the

for questioning.

You'll come with me? Yes, of course.

No, I've already taken Miss Parker's
statement. I really must insist that you

come with me alone.

I mean, and with Sheriff Brown, of
course. But this isn't formal

it, Detective?

Why? So wouldn't it be nice if Dahlia
had some support? Or, if this is formal

questioning, then maybe she should be
calling a lawyer.

No, no, no, no.

She can have support.

Great. All right, I'll drive her.

Okay, we'll see you there.

Great. Never a break.

See you at the station, Berkey. Right
-o, kiddo.

Well, I think you guys are coming in
again.

Good?

Okay, so, um...

You were home all night, Miss Chatters?
You didn't go out at all, that's your

statement, right? Yes, that's what she
said. I heard it.

Great.

Right,

my last class ended at five.

Five. And what were you teaching?

Soch 101.

My mother used to teach it, too. Okay.
And my step -sister picked me up at the,

oh, Student Union Building. Yes, I know.

Thank you very much. Well, just... I've
got it. Thank you. So if you could

please, for the record, Miss Chanders,
give me your sister's full name. Oh,

formal.

Step -sister. My dad was remarried.
Okay.

Colleen Hartell. And we rent an
apartment at the Mason building.

And Miss Hartell was home with you all
night? Yes. Yeah. We made spaghetti.

Vegetarian. With eggplant.

Yum. So, you had dinner. Go on, please.

Well, like I told Nellie, I called Blake
after. It was, like, 6 .45?

Yeah. 6 .45, that's what you said. Ms.
Parker, if you would please stop

interfering with my investigation, that
would be great. Oh.

Thank you. Now, this call, was this your
only communication with Blake last

night?

Yes. Yeah, he was in a hurry, which fit
in with my...

suspicion lately that that

he may have been cheating on me.

You suspected Blake of infidelity?

Well, just this morning I received a
letter in the mail. Support person, you

not my person of interest.

Wait, person of interest?

Does that mean I'm a suspect? No, no,
no. All parties are of interest in the

early stages of a murder investigation,
but...

If I'm being frank, Ms. Channers, you
just gave me a very convincing motive.

So how long did you suspect your partner
of cheating?

A few weeks, maybe a month. I really
don't know. A few weeks to a month.

Okay.

One sec.

Look, in light of this new incriminating
information, I really need to consult

with my... Well, anyway, it doesn't
matter. I'll be right back.

No, no, I don't think they think that.

All right, maybe Michael is considering
the idea, but you have to tell him.

Otherwise, you'd be withholding, and
that's got to be worse.

Everything's worse with Blake murdered.

I never even wanted to talk about the
cheating, even before.

And why does everyone want me to talk
about being suspicious?

Who's everyone?

Okay, Sheriff says you can go, but
please.

Stay in Bableton and we'll be in touch
as the investigation proceeds.

You wouldn't happen to have the access
code to Blake's phone, would you?

No.

All right.

Please, stay in Bableton.

Oh, no, she should be pulling up soon.

Oh.

Do you think they'll really get into
Blake's phone? I mean, it's like a

violation of privacy. I don't know.

Oh, there she is.

Oh, and what are you going to do?

I'm going to solve this case.

Dahlia, I know you didn't do this.

Everyone else needs to know it, too.

Thank you. You always take on everyone's
problems.

But how do you know where to start?

Oh, I have an idea.

Don't you worry.

Dahlia.

She can't be away from work long. She
owns her business.

I'm coming, Colleen. Well, I could have
driven you. Oh, she wanted to. She's

like that.

Oh, oh, but... You'll keep me in the
loop.

So loopy. I promise.

You okay?

Thanks for coming.

Okay.

Forgive

me for

trespassing.

Hold up. What'd you find?

Peter, you scared me half to death. Why
are you skulking? I thought I saw

something. It's just a bank of Bableton
pen.

You steal these?

Yeah, of course you do.

Everyone does.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I came to get something I left here
last night.

I didn't know about Blake until I saw
the crime scene tape. It was really

Can't believe he was murdered.

Yeah, it's heartbreaking.

I was this with Dahlia.

So you were here last night?

Sure, poker night. Hey, that new
detective?

Strict. I'm never getting inside.

Well, it is a secure crime scene.

We're not even allowed out here.

Oh, well.

I gotta go.

Peter, what did you leave at the house?

Like, what did you forget last night?

Oh, uh, nothing.

Listen, Grace needs my help with the
cat. First vet check.

Thanks for that, by the way.

We're doing a grand kitten reveal on
Sunday. I was starting to think you're

avoiding me.

No, I wasn't. I wasn't going to bite
your head off, Nellie. Only inviting you

a party.

Hey, Peter, who played poker?

Usual suspect.

Jody Day, Connor Woolley, Grace, Blake,
me.

Played the first Friday of every month
for years.

Why?

Last night was Wednesday.

Yeah, so Blake changed it. Did he do
that often?

Never. So why did he do it last night?

Don't know. How about you ask someone
who actually knew him?

Sometimes I think I really didn't.

What's hiding in here?

Please don't shoot me. Tell me why not.

I knew Blake. I'm a friend of... Blake
is no friend of mine, and this is my

property. Maybe we could be friends?

I'm Nellie Parker.

Rumpelstead. Would you mind if I asked
you a few questions?

Please already took my statement.

But maybe just one thing first.

Would you mind?

Okay. Great.

Okay. So much better.

Do you know what happened to Blake
Jarvis last night?

Murder? Yes.

between 10 p .m. and midnight.

Mr. Snide. Call me Rumpel. Snide's my
father.

Okay. Mr. Snide, did you hear anything
unusual last night? Like anything out of

the ordinary?

No noise from Jarvis would be out of the
ordinary.

Oh. Power tools, day in, day out.
Customers going right to the door. This

neighborhood. Yes, indeed.

But surely not customers at night.

Well, no.

A lot of loud people last night, though.

Wasn't even Friday.

What time did you hear the loud people?

10 p .m., shouting.

And then 11, the light went off at the
workshop hour there.

Shines right into my window, right up
there.

Well, that must be horrible for you.

Yeah. But you said you heard shouting.

Was it angry shouting or joyful
shouting? Maybe scared kind?

Angry. Oh.

And then an hour later, the workshop
light goes on.

Could have been a half hour.

Never place clocks in the bedroom.

No. Of course not.

No place for clocks in the bedroom.

Do you think it was the security light
that went on? Motion sensor.

Jarvis trips it every time he goes out
there, which is a lot of times in the

night, if you ask me.

More lately.

Did you see Blake go out there last
night? I mean, you've got a great view.

Yeah. Put my sleep mask on.

Earplugs, too.

We're getting ready for a final
walkthrough, they call it.

A lot of work. You're selling your
house.

Oh, I didn't see a realtor sign out
front. Private sale.

Privacy is my constitutional right, you
know. Oh, all right. Oh, Rumpel, do you

ever get intruders back here?

Sure. Because I swear I heard someone in
the bushes earlier today. Get rats,

rabbits, slugs, snakes, you.

It was Wednesday.

What do I know? Five of them played for
years without me.

Quiet. Colleen and I go to the movies on
Fridays.

Poker wasn't a secret, though. I mean,
he always told me. I think he always

me. I was at Blake's house, and there
were no dirty dishes, no playing cards.

That was Blake.

Meat freak in the house.

Dust all over the workshop.

But Poker would explain the wad of cash
I found.

Hmm. Cash?

Yeah, I found $20 ,000 in Blake's
pocket.

Cash?

Yes.

Could he have won it? At poker? Of
course not. I mean, they didn't even

money. What about money? I did talk to
the old man next door and... No, no, no.

Don't listen to Grumple. He hates Blake.

Grumple? Oh, right.

Could it have been from a furniture
sale, though? Blake didn't take cash.

Anyway,

he was working on a bench until Monday.

Ask her.

Did you find out who he was sneaking
around with?

The other woman?

Uh, no.

No, I'm on it, though. Okay?

I'll talk to you later.

Oh, hello again, Detective Michael.

Miss Parker.

What are you doing here?

I'm just, uh, visiting a friend. That
friend's name wouldn't happen to be Jody

Day, would it? Ooh, uh, hey.

Chain grease. That's not worth.

Seriously.

What are you doing here? Are you
following me?

Following you on this thing?

No, but I have learned some information
you may find interesting.

Like what?

Blake hosted a poker game last night.

Yeah, I know that.

What I'm more interested in is why your
friend Dahlia didn't tell us about that.

Makes me wonder what else she's hiding.
She didn't know.

Because it was Wednesday.

You sure about that?

That it was Wednesday?

Yeah. No, no, no. That's not what I
meant.

Hey. Are you following me? No, I'm not.

Oh, Jody.

Molly. Miss Day.

Just the person we're looking for.

Uh, yes. Uh, we've...

Got some questions for you. No.

I have some questions for you.

So, Miss Day, you went to play Jarvis'
Wednesday night poker game?

I thought Wednesday was a nice change
for poker.

And was it? Nice?

No. Actually, it was tense.

Blake kept checking his phone, which is
a rule we have. No phones at the table.

Sure. And Peter called him out, and I
don't blame him. But it seemed like

just wanted the game to end after that.
He forced a bold move all in and lost.

Then the boys started exchanging jabs.

Some select words were thrown.

Blake's neighbor said that he heard
angry shouting.

Peter and Blake?

But Grace stepped in. She's so
diplomatic.

Nice work getting her that kitten,
Nellie.

Thank you. She deserves it. But it
wasn't me.

Was shouting usual at these games?

Definitely not. We're a pleased past the
pretzels crowd.

Peter said that he left something at
Blake's that night. Do you know what it

was?

I'll ask the questions, okay? Oh, right.

Thank you.

Do you know what it was?

No. No.

Blake gave me my first woodworking job.

I apprenticed under him.

Jody, I'm so sorry.

I know you understand, Nellie.

All right, Miss Day, thank you. That'll
be all for now. Thank you very much.

Yes, we should be going.

Jody, who won the pot that night?

Oh, that was Connor.

Connor Woolley, the banker.

Thank you.

So, what do you think of that fight
between Blake and Peter?

Are you asking me?

Well, you knew them both.

I do know them. But are you admitting
that I'm helpful?

No. But you want to know what I think.

The sheriff seems to think that you are
an asset, though.

Yeah.

I would like to know what you think.

Deal. No, not a deal.

I just want to know what you think.

It's kind of a deal.

I was wondering what Peter Wong was
doing at Blake's this morning. Something

definitely up. We can't ask him right
now. He's at an appointment.

That appointment?

Where's the kitty?

Do you want a ride?

You don't know where I'm going. Connor
Woolies, right?

Are you sure you don't want a ride?
Yeah. I mean, no.

Okay,

race you there.

We never play for money. I'm the one who
won't go there. So you gamble for this

stuff instead.

Money is work for me. This is fun.

Huh, interesting.

How much are they worth?

Oh, it's worth a gamble.

There were only 100 of these ever made.
You won all those at poker?

Some knights are luckier than others.

Wow. What's this?

What's going on? Oh, hi, Paige.

Honeypie, hello.

This is my wife, Paige.

Hi. Nellie and Detective Michael were
viewing my loot. Oh. So Connor told you

bet the weed whacker and came home with
collectible mallards. They're worth a

lot. If you place zero value on utility.

You're here about Jarvis?

I am. Connor was one of the last to see
him alive.

All everyone at Helm can talk about is
murder.

Wait, everyone knows?

I heard from Peter Huang.

He heard it from Jody Day. Wait, Peter
did?

You bet. Jody's EMT friend spilled the
beans when the ambulance was dispatched.

She called Peter when he was banking
with me.

We must have been the first to know.

Other than you authorities and the
killer.

So what time did Peter get that call?

Came into the bank when we first opened.
That's 9 a .m.

I was at the theater last night, in case
you're wondering.

Connor was at poker, but he came home
right after. I told him that.

He was home by 11.

10 .15.

I told him.

Right. I mean, I was home by 11 after
the play ended, Death of a Salesman. I'm

sure you've heard of it. Yeah, I have.

Yeah, me too.

Can anyone confirm that you were home
before 11? I walked home from Blake.

I left when everyone else did, so I must
have been here by 10 .15.

And you work at the Bank of Bableton? I
do. Blake Jarvis held an account there?

Affirmative. I do the books for his
business, too.

Blake was a build -it -with -your -own
-hands type.

Needed me to handle his money.

Do you have something to add, Paige?

No.

Okay, I'm going to need to see Blake's
bank statement and his business records.

If you could help facilitate that, I
would much appreciate it. Of course.

Oh, um...

He also had a very large sum of cash on
his purse. Like a really big stack.

You wouldn't know anything about that,
would you?

No.

Dinner time?

Connor? That's my cue to chop carrot.

Could you show the detective and Nellie
out?

We're going to need you to actually sign
your statement.

We are? Well, it's protocol, so... Yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah. Protocol, please.

I didn't know you work with the police,
Nellie. Did you leave the Lifestyle

magazine? Sure didn't. Look for monster
-in -law advice in the weekend edition.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

Neat pen!

Thanks. This is my lucky space pen.

Oh. Want to give it a try?

It writes upside down.

Oh, wow.

I bet you keep this in your pocket all
the time. I know I would. Solid bet,

Nellie. You should play poker.

Thank you.

Do you have one of these neato pen
space?

No. What do you use? Pens.

You know, I think you should probably
sign the statement, too. She should? Mm

-hmm. Well, it's protocol.

Yeah, there's protocol.

Protocol. Yeah.

I didn't say any of these things. This
is Connor's statement.

Why should I sign it? Yeah, that's
bonkers.

Michael, she doesn't need to sign the
statement.

It's Connor's.

So, we should go.

Cool pen.

Thanks. Uh, thank you.

You see Paige reach for that pen in her
pocket, and then it wasn't there. And

then she got a bank of Babelton pens.
Okay, okay, hey.

What was with the signatures in the pen?
I didn't understand any of that. Connor

might be in the clear with that fancy
space pen, but I think Paige uses up

bank of Babelton pens like they're going
out of style. In the clear how?

Because of a pen? I don't know. Oh, hey.

Oh, uh, Connor.

Uh, what's up?

She doesn't know that I came out.

Michael, I need you to understand about
the timing. I didn't mean to make it

sound suspicious.

Neither did Paige, I'm sure.

Okay, I'm listening.

She's mad at me. Oh. She lost her
wedding ring. I bought her a

I thought it would cheer her up.

But I was quite wrong. I mean, I got the
thighs quite wrong.

I don't think she had sausage fingers.

It was an honest mistake.

Connor, I'm so sorry. I get it.

Really?

I don't.

We're sleeping in separate rooms.

Oh, I went to the guest room like she
told me. I didn't know about the play.

I thought she was sleeping when I came
back.

She hates it when I wake her up. But you
still don't have an alibi, Connor.

Paige can't confirm when you came in.
Correct.

I mean, no.

He's right.

It's not less than fishy. No. I want you
to know there's nothing fishy, whether

Paige went to the theater or not.

You suspect she didn't?

That's the salesman.

Oh.

She couldn't know where I was on account
of different rooms. Well, unless she

passed by me in the hallway.

Oh. Like ships passing in the night.

Okay, let me see if I get this straight.

You came out here to tell us that
neither of you have an alibi from the

left poker and she left the theater, if
in fact she went to the theater at all.

Because neither has a clue if the other
one was here that night.

But the car was here when I came back.
Oh. Yeah, I came in through the garage

and I saw it parked there. That's why I
thought she was sleeping.

Well, that's great. Very helpful. Thank
you, Connor.

But? Not less suspicious.

Nope. No.

I suppose not.

Okay, then.

Why don't you come by the station in the
morning with Blake's financials, and

we'll talk.

Okay. Great. Connor!

Carrot! Oh, Connor, you better go.

Mm -hmm.

Honey pie?

Poor Connor.

Yeah, he made his bed.

With sausage fingers.

Yeah, that's kind of funny.

Whoa.

Hey, we were just on our way to the...
Yeah, we were going to go to that place.

Yeah, yeah, the place to talk about...
Those things. The thing.

So, bye, Paige. Bye, Paige. See ya.
Thank you so much.

Yay! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you at
the diner. Good?

Okay.

Okay. Sorry about that.

Sheriff on the phone.

It's more of the typical.

Typical? Give me the typical. I want to
know typical.

You don't give up, do you?

You know I cannot talk to you about this
stuff. But you love my inside

information.

People tell me things. Not everyone.

Help me help you.

Wasn't that the deal we made? No, no,
no. There was no deal.

What are you, five?

The talk screen showed nothing unusual.

And there were no fingerprints on the
broomstick or on your light switch.

So the killer wore gloves.

No, no, no.

Gloves would have left old fingerprints
intact. The killer wiped the surfaces

clean afterwards.

Interesting. Mm -hmm. Clean -up effort.

Yeah. What about Blake's phone?

No, we're still waiting for the records
on that. Tech can't get into the phone.

Do you know everyone?

Everyone knows everyone in Babelton. Mm
-hmm.

Well... The sheriff seems to think you
have some kind of, I don't know, special

knowledge.

Is that why you're buying me dinner?

Well played.

Okay, fine.

I don't want to get my money's worth.
Oh.

Show me some magic. How about, uh... Oh.

Yours truly.

Feeling jelly.

Intensely envious. His wife Darlene,
when she started getting attention at

Ooh. Never underestimate jealousy.

But it looks like those two crazy kids
worked it out. Oh, that's not Darlene.

If I didn't see that coming. Oh, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Oh, that thought I'd do see pancakes.
Got back. Best for dinner.

Extra whip, extra strawberries,
detective.

Thank you so much. Thank you. Oh, my
goodness.

I'm so hungry.

Mmm.

Oh, I really needed that.

Big first week, huh? Oh, yeah. You have
no idea.

The paperwork alone.

And I think Jeff Brown is trying to piss
me with this case.

There is one thing that's been bothering
me about Peter Wong.

Okay.

You want me to ask you what doesn't
jive?

Mm -hmm. Okay, I will.

What doesn't jive? All right, so, well,
he doesn't like kittens.

There's that.

Yeah. But also the timing.

Jody said she called him when the
ambulance was sent out. Mm -hmm. But

saw him hours later at the house, he
made out like he had arrived all

just to pick something up.

And then he dodged me when I asked him
what it was.

Yeah,

yeah, it's odd.

But what about the pens?

He didn't understand what was happening
with the pen.

Yes, so I found this under the bushes at
Blake's house. A Bank of

Babelton pen.

It's a bank teller pen. Yeah, I get
that, but when did you find it?

And at my crime scene? I went back to
interview the neighbor Grumpy Guy. They

call him Grumple, if you can believe
that. Oh, probably not to his face.

Anyways, naturally, I thought the pen
belonged to Connor.

Banker, right?

So I thought to ask for signatures to
see who had a pen. Now I think probably

Paige dropped the pen. Or, well, anyone
who steals bank pens.

Why would Paige be hiding in the bushes
at Blake's place?

How many more times are you going to do
this to me?

Find things that are useful to the case?
No.

Come on, you're like a lone wolf.

You get that I'm trying to solve a
murder here, right? This is my first

with Sheriff Brom, and every time I turn
around, you're jumping out of the cake

with jazz hands saying, oh, look at me,
here's some more evidence I withheld.

Oh, well, I guess I'm just used to
working alone, writing my column.

Do you live alone, too?

Do you live with someone?

No.

No. Not anymore.

I got divorced.

There, I said it. That's why the
transfer.

Fresh start.

Yeah, something like that.

Look, good work with the pen.

I mean it.

I'm glad you found it. But moving
forward, maybe we need to work on our

communication just a little bit.

Okay?

Okay. I'll go.

Good.

That being said...

Did it look like anybody been hiding in
the bushes recently?

Definitely. There were broken branches,
and I swear, I heard someone scurrying

away when I was finding Blake's body.

Speculation, not new evidence. I
promise.

Okay.

Now we got something.

What? What now? What'd I do?

No, nothing. I just...

I just like that you ordered that.

Hmm. Maybe souffle isn't meant to be
baked in a toaster oven. If Dahlia's

was Blake cheating, why would she share
that?

And this murder definitely didn't seem
planned.

Ooh, crime of passion.

Blake was pushed down the stairs.

There's no weapon.

How did the police find clues?

No weapon, no footprints, no tire
tracks, no fingerprints, no access to

phone yet. But the killer swept the
floor where they walked. They wiped the

light switch and the broom handle clean.
Blake had cash in his pocket, but they

didn't steal it. Unless they didn't know
about the money.

Paige Woolley at the theater? I don't
think so.

She's been working double shifts at
Helen's and the DMV.

Paige could have been hiding in Blake's
bushes.

Someone dropped a Bank of Ableton pen
there. Could she be Blake's other woman?

I mean, people can't surprise you. Her
marriage is on the rocks. Connor!

An affair could contribute to that.

Oh, not Jodi. We don't want to think
that anyone we know did this, but it

happened in Babelton, so chances are
they did. You know, I have to say, a

plan to push a guy like Blake down the
stairs is not a very good murder plan.

It happened in the heat of the moment.
The killer scrambled to cover their

tracks. Now they're worried they made a
mistake. They don't want me or anyone

looking that closely.

Nellie, how do you know all this?

Well... Someone left this at my house.

Get your nose out of where it doesn't
belong.

I know.

Somebody broke into your house with it?
Well, they threw it through the window

with a rock. But no hearts on the ice,
so... Don't mess with me. Nellie, this

a threat.

Question is, what was happening when the
killer pushed Blake? What was the

feeling that caused the push? That is
the motive.

A crime of passion.

What makes people passionate?

Money or romance?

Yes. Oh, I spoke with Blake's neighbor,
Grumple. Rumple? Rumple. Grumple. Huh?

Grumple Snide. Yes, yes. I wrote about
him for the Bloom Count. He was runner

-up.

He does not like noise or light or,
like, or... You?

Me very much. And he just sold his
house.

These are the things I know so far.

Okay, here he is. This is the photo that
I used in the Bloom Count issue.

Paige Woolley? What? She's like Rumpel's
niece or something. What? Yeah.

Huh.

Hey. Yo.

Hello. Huh.

Uh, Mickey. Uh, Detective Michael.
Detective Michael.

Uh, hey, do you know Fiona? She makes a
great suicide...

It's actually not your best, but, um,
she's great. Hello, detective.

What can we help you with?

Yes. I know you're in the middle of,
uh... Work?

Work, right.

Um, you wouldn't happen to know anything
about monster mothers, would you? You

said something about a column or an
article.

Uh, uh, monsters and all?

Yes. That was it. Close enough.

Listen, I need you to come with me,
okay? So I drive really fast. So I'll

wait in the car for you, okay? Come with
me. Nice to meet you. All right. See

you in a bit.

Detective Mickey.

Detective Michael Hogan.

Detective Dreamy.

Okay.

I'm going now.

You do drive fast.

Sheriff said hurry, so we hurry.

Dahlia's mom is kicking up quite a
fight. Well, she probably thinks Dahlia

should have a lawyer. Hey, that was a
statement.

Until she handed us a motive on a silver
platter. All right, where do I come in?

What do you mean, where do you come in?
Aren't you always in?

Yesterday you earned everything like a
dirty shirt. Suddenly you want to back

out? I don't want to back out.

Paige! Wally!

Hold on!

Hey!

W -w -where are you going?

It's just a quick pit stop.

Don't worry, we'll still win the race.

Paige!

Please, yes.

What is wrong with you? I am on my way
to work.

Please tell me.

Why did you make that noise about Blake
and money?

Yes, that is the noise. Because Blake
had no money. He wasted Connor's time.

He mostly didn't pay him. He spent as
much as he earned. That's called a

furniture hobby, not a business.

You know, I saw him at Vera's jewelry
store, visiting an engagement ring he

could not afford, all like my precious.

Honestly, I don't know how Dahlia could
even stand him. You took a second job.

You can't relate?

Okay, Paige, I'm sorry. I spoke with
Rumpelstein.

Your uncle, Rumpel?

I have to go.

The only thing that my daughter is
guilty of is her horrible taste in men.

Bad enough that she would have married
the scandal, but the way that you

her, like some common criminal? Oh,
Dolly was marrying Blake Jarman?

He told me his intentions, of course.

Brazen, presumptuous man.

So he wasn't pulling away from her then?
Of course he wasn't. Why would he do

that? My daughter was paying for
everything.

With my money, mind you. Mortgaged and
remortgaged to the hilt. He gets her to

fund his business.

Furniture. So you were worried he was
using her?

Worse than that, Nellie. I heard he was
cheating. One of those has -his -cake

-and -eats -the -two types.

I don't... really understood that. Who
doesn't eat their own cake?

Can we just sit down? Please.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Where did you hear about the cheating?

Women are intuitive, Detective.

But she was smitten and blind. I had to
take matters into my own hands for her

protection. Okay, I'm going to need you
to explain to me exactly what you mean

by that, Mrs. Chatters.

Ms. Ms.

Chatters, and please remember that it is
your duty not to obstruct justice.

This is the kind of person you keep
company with?

Zinnia, I know.

Detective Michael is infuriating.

He can be self -righteous and really
annoying.

He can also be right here.

But I do believe he means well. He is an
honest man who would not have got

a statement from Dahlia without a lawyer
present if he had thought she was a

suspect.

She's not a suspect?

Well, I... You were just protecting your
daughter.

You were saying?

I hired a detective to follow Blake, a
private investigator. I had to tell

Dahlia this morning. Oh, so she was
angry.

Did the P .I. get back to you with his
finding?

Well, he said he would take photos that
I could use as evidence to try to talk

some sense into her.

That's all I wanted to do, Nellie, was
to catch Blake in the act. Of course.

P .I. was parked outside of Blake's
house Wednesday night.

Wait, what?

Wednesday night?

You had a P .I. doing surveillance the
night of the murder?

Do you think that he might have seen
something to do with the murder?

He might have.

He probably did.

Yeah, I'm going to need his name.

Larry Foote. Okay. From Larry Foote
Investigations. Oh, yes, on Spruce

Spruce Street.

Mm -hmm. Great.

So, remember, I am the detective, so I
will be asking the questions, okay? But

Bergie did say that I...

I know what the sheriff said, but this
is a murder investigation, and though I

do appreciate your help with Zinnia, you
are still just a civilian, and there

are procedures that have to be followed.
Of course.

Procedures.

So we're in agreement, then.

I'm the leader of this investigation.
You are the observer. Got it? Got it.

Active observer. No, no, no. I didn't
say active.

Passive. Silent observer.

Not sure why I bother.

No, Sheriff, there's no one here.

Yeah, one security camera, but it's
smashed.

Yeah, yeah, sure, I can go check again.

All right, I'll call you right back.
Bye.

Don't touch anything.

I'll be right back.

Oh, have mercy.

Nellie Parker?

What happened?

The office was robbed. My office?

Larry Foote? The police are looking for
you.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I didn't do it. I think they just want
to know if you're okay.

Did someone threaten you?

Uh, no.

Not lately.

Your computer was stolen.

Yeah, well, nothing that ain't backed up
on the cloud.

Brilliant.

Zinnia Chatters told us she hired you to
follow Blake Jarvis. Any chance you

caught any photos at his house?

Oh, big time.

Oh. Caught a skulker. Bit of a spray and
pray in the dark, but probably

something to ID.

Amazing. I wonder what else Blake was up
to this week.

Mostly worked and, uh...

He was buying a ring for his lady
friend.

Oh, Larry Foot.

You seem like a guy with a story to
tell.

I probably shouldn't.

Yeah, all right.

I just came from Vera's jewelry shop.
Check this puppy out.

Oh, if I'd had something like that, X
might just be a state of mind.

I've said yes to plastic.

Get this. Blake agrees to buy it from
Vera two weeks ago.

18 grand.

$18 ,000?

Yeah.

But he tells Vera he can't pay for it
till today. Not even a deposit. He was

set to pick up the ring. Payment in full
at 3 p .m.

Reservation at Gastronome at 8.

Oh.

Blake was going to propose to Dahlia on
Friday. That's why he switched the poker

night, kept it a secret from her. But
wait, are we sure that Dahlia was the

person he was proposing to? Sure, we're
sure.

Vera says so. Blake even brought a
friend to try it on, same size as

Who was the person he brought to try on
the ring?

And how did you end up with that big fat
diamond ring in your pocket?

Zinnia got real protective.

Calls me this morning in a real tizzy,
fighting with the daughter. Wants me to

secure the ring, she says, before Dahlia
learns it went out into the world on

someone else's finger.

She's high -strung, that Zinnia, but a
good mama.

I like the cut of her jib.

Everything's coming up, Larry.

Well,

not everything.

Well, yeah.

Hey. Oh, this is new detective Michael
Hogan.

He's going to want to speak with you.

Larry Foote?

Oh, you're leaving?

Deadline at the office.

Type, type. Okay, fine, but... Larry has
backups of all the photos.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll deal with that in
a minute. But just so you know, this

break -in means the killer is
escalating. So you understand how

can be, right? And you're okay?

Sure. Sure?

Positive? Listen, I'm going back to the
scene of the crime this afternoon.

You're not going to follow me this time,
right?

Right. No way.

Good. Now, please, be careful.

Michael, you got this.

Yeah, I know I got this.

I got this. Do you have that?

Zinnia said that Blake is broke and
needed Dahlia's money, which, as it

out, is her money. Meanwhile, he's
walking around with a fistful of cash,

shopping for a two -carat diamond ring.

Just doesn't make sense.

What does Detective Michael think?

He's, um, difficult to read.

Mm -hmm. You're never difficult.

Oh! Look at this. The submission from,
hmm, Jealous Green Monster.

What's to say to all the monsters, hmm?
You know, you have this amazing talent

for being able to help everybody else
with their romance.

Maybe take your own advice sometimes.

What, like about dating? I mean, it's
been years since, Fred.

You do date sometimes, right?

Well, what about Detective Dreamy? Is he
single?

Maybe, you know, I like to be carefree.
And maybe I don't want to be

bogged down with responsibility to
others. Maybe I'm a lone wolf.

Nellie, you are the most connected,
caring, community -minded person I know.

anyone in Bableton needs help, you are
there.

That is the opposite of carefree. Well,
that is not the point. The point is, who

is Blake Jarvis sneaking around with,
hmm?

We're missing something over there.

I don't know.

Did you know that Rumpelstine will be
joining us at Babelton Rose?

He was something of a beau of mine back
in 1967.

I just met Rumpelstine. He sold his
house.

Yeah.

That is a rare response to Rumpel,
Granny.

Oh, never judge a book by his cover.

Do you know anything about his
relationship to Paige Woolley? Oh,

Lovely girl.

Also, not a widely held opinion.

She sold his house.

But Paige isn't a realtor.

Rumpel hates doing business with
strangers.

And Paige knew a buyer, so the house
never got on the market.

She got $300 ,000 for him.

So now he can move here and he doesn't
have to work so hard. Granny, that can't

be right. That was the price years ago,
not now.

Numbers.

That's not the point, is it?

You're right.

It's not, I suppose. The point is, your
former beau is coming to live here.

What will the others make of it?

I suppose it'll rumble some feathers.

Granny!

And we're hunting Jody.

You have your binoculars?

Or do you use a magnifying glass? Okay.

Miss Day, if I could just talk to you
for a second, please. Hi, Jody. Hi,

Nellie.

Officer? Detective, actually.

Miss Day, I found something in Blake
Jarvis' workshop. It's of a personal

nature. Oh.

This should be good. A photo of you was
found in Blake's possession.

Enchanted. Do so.

Oh, he kept it.

Nellie, look.

Oh, ooh la la.

I know, right?

Would you care to explain the
circumstances that led to that photo?

have you ever lost a bet?

Oh, that's not, uh... I was, oh, sir, it
would be Blake in that dress.

But somehow he drew into the whole
house.

Time? Yeah.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

Do you want a ride? No.

A milkshake? No.

It's so great. Oh, is that how it's
pronounced? Oh, here we go.

Goodie. Thank you. Thank you. That looks
fantastic.

Thank you.

I do have a magnifying glass, by the
way. I am a detective, after all.

Working on the weekend, huh?

How about you? How was your weekend?

Well, I went to go see my grandmother
and the many, many gentlemen who love

Oh, so Grandma's a bit of a
heartbreaker, is she?

Granny Lou, more heartwarming.

I see.

So, kind of like you, I guess.

Hmm.

Oh. Don't think I'm a lone wolf anymore?

They didn't say that. I'm still trying
to figure you out.

Do I make it difficult? My friend Fiona
says I can be difficult. I wouldn't say

difficult, just... It's a bit of a
process.

Okay, well, bring it on.

What do you want to know?

I am? Anything?

Yes. Okay.

Let's see.

Oh, I know.

What? makes you so relentlessly happy?

Oh, honestly,

um, most things make me happy.

Well, I guess a few things don't make me
happy.

Okay, well, what are those?

If you don't mind my asking.

Yeah, um, well, I wasn't always a lone
wolf. Oh, really?

I was engaged to Fred, my childhood
friend, later my boyfriend.

And then he proposed.

It was a dark and stormy night, pouring
rain in the parking lot behind the

county fair midway.

He had won this little plastic purple
ring in one of those toss games.

And he just dropped down to his knee
right into a puddle.

We were laughing so hard I could hardly
get the words out to say yes.

I remember on the car stereo, the song
was Every Rose Has Its Thorn.

Poison.

Good song.

Yeah, yeah, great song.

I'm sorry, it's not a sad memory.

I have a lot of great memories with
Fred, but time was not on our side. He

died in a car accident five years ago.

I'm so sorry.

Well, he gave me an appreciation for
glam rock.

Yes, he did. And dancing in the rain.

Taught me what it's like to love and be
loved.

I guess I just choose not to be that.

Heart on my sleeve.

Oh, she's perfect.

Oh, I just love her.

She was right under my panties.

Oh, bless you.

Um, here you go.

Hey, you.

Nellie Parker.

Thanks for showing up. I was worried you
were going to hide on me forever

because you did a bad thing.

You can't think that kitten was a bad
thing.

She's growing on me.

Surf or turf?

Surf, please.

So, Peter, Jody called you before I saw
you at Blake's. You came there after you

knew that he had been killed.

Hang on a second.

That's not what I knew.

Jody said an ambulance went to pick him
up. That's it. Uh -huh. She said nothing

about murder.

I know.

It looks bad. Yeah, it looks bad. You
lied.

I had an argument with Blake I didn't
want to tell you.

I wanted to get something back.

There was a watch he won off Grace the
Friday before.

A watch?

Grace was no card shark.

She had the flush, but she'd already bet
away everything we brought.

Grace was so upset with herself.

And I'd become this villain who wouldn't
let her get a cat. Peter, that's not

the reason. Anyway, I went to see Blake,
explained that the watch was worth too

much for our game. He wouldn't hear it.
He said he won fair and square, rules

are rules.

So you used the opportunity of him going
in an ambulance to sneak in and try and

steal it back?

I'd cop to it when he realized what I
did.

Maybe by then he'd see the light. I
didn't know he was murdered, Nellie.

I just thought he'd cut one of his big
Blake thumbs on a table saw.

Oh, look, they have lunch.

She's wearing Grace's bloody watch.

How are you doing?

Sadness turned to anger thanks to my
mother. She should never have hired that

private investigator.

She's just trying to help you.

She was yelling at the police in your
defense yesterday.

Well, yelling is my mother's specialty.

There was a robbery at the private eye's
office, right?

Yeah, but he has digital files, so the
police are going to get everything.

Really? They will?

Maybe they'll solve this now so they can
stop persecuting me.

Talia, I have to ask you.

Where did you get this?

From Blake.

Just out of the blue, too.

Probably buttering me up so I wouldn't
suspect cheating.

It wasn't really him.

You don't think he took this from the
other woman, do you? He took it from

Grace.

Blake stole my watch from Grace?

Not exactly.

He won it.

Fair is fair.

When is this going to get easier?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. Oh, boy.

Michael? Dahlia Shatters, you are under
arrest for the murder of Blake Jarvis.

Please stand up.

Turn around.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in a court of law. You ready

to go? Let's go.

How can you do this? She has an alibi.
She was with me. There's no way she

murdered Blake.

Michael. She was texting him all night
long. Seriously? So she. She lied.

She was texting him every 10 minutes
until 1130, which is when she could have

killed him. And Nellie, the text, they
were not friendly. No, but Rumpel said

the security light of the workshop went
on earlier than that.

Tell it to the judge, Nellie. There's
nothing I can do for you. Michael, wait,

please.

Dahlia admitted she talked to Blake. She
said that call was her only

communication with him. Okay, so she was
embarrassed. My column was coming out.

What if her letter was chosen?

What letter?

Nellie, what letter?

Dahlia wrote into my column for advice
about Blake's cheating. She signed it

worried in Babelton, but I knew it was
her because I know her handwriting. I

always figure it out. Anyways, I went to
go see Blake to talk to him about the

letter. We talked about this.

We did the communication thing. No more
lone wolf stuff. Were you ever going to

tell me about this? I tried to tell you.
You did not.

I don't believe Dahlia killed Blake.

Nellie, don't you get it?

It doesn't matter what you believe. This
is police work.

Suspects get treated with objectivity,
and you just don't have that.

No, I guess I don't.

And if it means turning my back on my
friends, I don't think I want it.

Ellie.

I can't. I tried. I just made it worse.
But Delia didn't do it. Please, Ellie.

Nellie, Dahlia didn't do it. Okay, so
that night, you and Dahlia, making

vegetarian spaghetti. With eggplant.

Yum. Then what?

We started a movie around 9 .30. What
about Blake's neighbor? He's a really

old man. Do you think he's the murderer?

All right, so Dahlia's texting during
the movie.

Angry with Blake? Yeah, she was texting,
but I didn't ask about what I know

better. What about Jodi Day? Did you
know Jodi worked for Blake, but she got

laid off? Okay, when did the movie end?
Around 11 .30.

Then we went to our rooms. To bed. Okay,
so Dahlia stops texting with Blake at

11 .30.

Colleen, couldn't Dahlia just have snuck
out without you realizing?

No, no way. I would have heard her on
account of her squeaky door.

Okay, the police are going to need more
proof than that.

How do we prove that Dahlia stayed in
her room?

It couldn't be that easy.

It couldn't?

If she stuck out to Blake, it would be
on camera.

And if she didn't, the tape could clear
her.

That's when we got home. Five o 'clock
on Wednesday, like Dahlia told you.

Here we go.

904.

I forgot.

Dahlia wanted hot chocolate. Ooh, the
hot cocoa run.

Don't gotta tell me about those, eh,
Meg?

Hey, uh...

It's not enough time for a

murder. Anyway, it is too early. Blake
was still playing poker.

We're headed into time of death.

Yeah.

That's it?

Yep. See, Dahlia didn't go out.

Bub kiss.

For the love of the Lord, let that girl
out before her mother shows up.

Boss? Yes?

Larry Foote has something.

You'll want to see this.

Is it the PI's photos?

Yeah, this might shake things up, huh?
Let's find out.

You were about to let Dahlia out,
remember?

She said let her out.

Darling, not yet.

Could you take Colleen home for us,
please? Yeah. No, I don't want to go

Dahlia.

Honey, sometimes we don't always get
what we want.

It's going to be okay.

Thanks for everything, Nellie.

Something just doesn't add up.

I don't get it. What's bothering you?

Time of death is between 10 p .m. and
midnight. You and Dahlia are watching a

movie. She's angry. She's texting Blake.
The movie ends 11 .30.

She stops rage texting Blake. You both
go to bed.

The police think that's when she goes to
Blake's and pushes him down the stairs.

The walk is ten minutes away. The police
are wrong. Why haven't they released

her yet?

Show me. Show you what? None of this
matters. You get to be Dahlia. I'm going

retrace that. Show me her bedroom.

Yeah.

There's no way she could have climbed
out of here.

Is there another way she could have
snuck out?

Well, I guess that's the alibi.

Michael? Nellie? No, no, no, it's me.
They're giving me one phone call since

last night.

Dahlia, I'm so sorry. I promised I would
fix things, and it's just such a mess.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I should have told you
about those text messages. It's just...

We thought Blake was cheating, and I was
acting like a jealous girlfriend,

giving him the gears.

I couldn't show the detective.

I'm ashamed. I couldn't show anyone, not
even you.

I understand.

Why did the police keep asking me about
a letter?

Worried in Bableton, the letter that you
sent me for advice.

Nellie, I never wrote you a letter. And
new Michael keeps insisting that I did.

What was it about, and why do you think
it came from me?

The heart's on the ice. That's you.

Or someone who knows you.

Well, lots of people draw hearts.

Dahlia, I gotta call you back.

Wait, no, I can't answer a call.

Nellie?

Stop! Nellie, it's not what you think.

Good grief, just...

Was it the letter?

Or stupid P .I. Larry in his photos? I
never even saw him. You knew the

camera would show that you two had
stayed in the apartment all night.

But you climbed down the garden trellis
to sneak out back to see Blake.

Do you suppose I was Blake's other woman
desperately in love with my

stepsister's boyfriend?

No. No, I don't suppose you liked him at
all.

There was no other woman Blake loved,
Dahlia.

Either you were mad because you
genuinely believed that he was cheating

or you made up that bogus cheating story
yourself.

Why?

I was 20 when Dahlia's dad and my mom
got married, so we didn't get to grow up

together. I'd never had a little sister,
and she'd never had anyone to look out

for her like I could. So that's what
this is about, protecting your sister?

Blake was always too busy.

He wouldn't even invite her to poker.

But the thing is, Blake was never too
good to take her money.

Dahlia cares about me. She cared about
Blake and you, everyone.

But I could see that her life wasn't
going to be good with him. She just

couldn't see it because he wasn't bad
enough, you know? You knew that he was

going to propose.

You were the one who went to Vera's and
tried on the engagement ring. He thought

I'd be happy for them. How crazy is
that?

Why fake a letter to me then?

I thought you would advise her to dump
him if he was unfaithful to her. And I

guess if I sent something personalized,
you'd think it came from Delia, and

you'd get right in there, and you'd fix
it. But I didn't get to Blake in time.

No.

Neither did I.

Wait, what?

He was dead when you got there?

I didn't go there to kill Blake.

I went to finally confront him. And when
I saw him crumpled like that at the

bottom of the stairs...

You're going to have to tell the police
all of this.

But Nellie, who killed Blake?

Don't answer it.

Paige.

Put the phone down.

Hi, it's Nellie.

Hi, Detective.

I don't want to hurt you. Just don't say
anything.

Don't tell him I'm here.

Don't speak to the detective, Nellie. I
came here to talk to you.

Nellie, the police let me out.

Nellie, are you there? Yes, detective.
I'm just at the office right now. No!

Nellie, I've got big news to tell you.
The PI had photos of Paige Woolley at

Blake's house. New Michael just sped out
of here to arrest her.

I am not trying to hurt

you. Nellie? I am asking you to listen.

Paige, they have photos of you.

At Blake's house that night. Yes,
because I was there.

I waited until the game ended and I hid
so Connor wouldn't see me. Why?

I thought you might know.

You stole from Rumpelstein.

So you do know.

Nellie.

Blake was blackmailing me. I had to meet
him after the game with the cash.

I'm mortified.

Uncle Rumble trusted me. It just got so
complicated.

Connor is a banker, but he is also a
shopaholic.

Our bank accounts are all drained. I was
already working full time. You used it

as a chance to get out of debt. I met
one of Connor's clients who said he'd

me in for half the difference if he got
the house for $80 ,000 under market

value. And I advised Uncle Rumble it was
a good deal.

He has these hang -ups about privacy and
strangers. I thought it was low risk.

I knew he would never gossip about the
sale price.

Well, there was one person he was
willing to tell.

Except for that's not how Blake found
out.

He overheard me talking with the buyer
in the yard.

He was just so stupid of me.

So you had to cut him in. I saw him at
Vera's looking at her diamonds. He was

desperate to propose.

But all of his money was tied up with
Dahlia and her mom and the business. I

convinced him to keep his mouth shut for
half my share.

But with that cash coming in, why did
you have to take a second job?

Guilt.

I decided I was going to pay Uncle
Rumpel back no matter how long it takes.

I have to get Connor out of debt,
Nellie, or we'll lose our home.

I didn't know what else to do.

Were you hiding in the bushes when I
found Blake's body?

I went to tell him that I was coming
clean with Uncle Rumpel. I hoped he'd

return the cash. We could both do the
right thing.

But I was too late.

So did you trash Larry Foote's office to
destroy the photos of you? No!

Of course not. I didn't even know about
Foote at all until tonight.

I didn't damage any property. I didn't
hurt anyone. And I didn't kill Blake.

So who else knew about Larry Foote?

Dahlia? Zinnia?

Colleen? I guess any of the poker
players who were there that night and

when they left.

Connor said that he heard that Blake had
been murdered when Jody called Peter at

the bank.

But Jody didn't tell Peter that Blake
was dead, which means...

Connor knew because he killed Blake.

That's enough, Nellie.

Connor, what are you doing? Put the gun
down. Put it down. You don't even know

how... Say nothing, Nellie, or Paige
dies.

Connor.

Connor, you don't want to hurt her.
You're the one who knew that she was

blackmailed. You were trying to be her
hero.

Won't make any difference.

She thinks I'm a failure.

Connor, please, give me the gun.

You don't want to hurt her.

You love your wife.

You're right, Nellie.

It would be better if you died.

Hands up!

Connor Woolley, you are under arrest for
the murder of Blake Jarvis. You have

the right to remain silent. Anything you
say can and will be used against you in

the court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney, one
will be provided for you.

Thank you. You good?

Mm -hmm.

You? Yeah, not bad, considering.

How'd you know?

You go first.

You came for Paige?

Yeah, I did. But then I realized she
couldn't have died.

Because if she had, she would have
picked up that cash.

Only Connor, Willie, was so bad with
cash, he didn't have the good sense to

up a stack of it sitting right under his
nose.

So bad?

Mm -hmm.

I saw the financial.

Larry Foote surveillance photos caught
Paige sneaking around Blake.

At 10 .15 and then again 10 minutes
later, not enough time to commit a

And it was way before Rumpelstiltskin
saw the light turn on too, so.

Well, that is some solid evidence,
detective.

Yeah. Objectivity.

Hmm.

Magnifying glass?

No.

Ooh.

It doesn't explain why you came here
instead of going to the Woolies' house.

No, I guess it doesn't.

Why did you come here?

Because, Nellie, by now I realize that
anyone who has a problem in Bableton

comes to see you.

So what next?

Mickey, I need you over here for a
minute.

A detective's work is never done. Mm
-hmm.

Mm -hmm.

What a beautiful day.

Hey.

Time to make it official.

Well deserved.

Welcome to the force, Detective.

Thank you, Sheriff. I mean... You'll get
it. I will get it. I will.

Thank you.

You got the cat.

I sure did.

Hit and listen longing in Bableton turns
out to be regretfully allergic in

Bableton. Hmm.

So Nellie Nose doesn't always know
everything about everything then, huh?

I do have it on good authority that
congratulations are in order.

Well done, Detective Michael. Thank you.
You're going to have to use to see me

around town.

Ooh, single and ready to mingle in
Bableton.

Oh, brother.

You know, some of us around here have
work to do.

Come on, Helen's for lunch?

Yeah, it's a Belgian waffle kind of day.
Ooh, international.

Sophisticated. What are you going to
have?

I still have the special.

I want to be surprised.

Why doesn't that surprise me?