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Seth, I'm talking about a
plot to kill someone.

I just heard it on the phone.

Tonight on
Murder, She Wrote.

She thinks there's gonna be a
murder here in Cabot Cove.

Cabin fever.
Had to happen.

I'm well aware that you two think
that I am temporarily bonkers.

Got a good recipe for crow, have you?

You tell her that Morgan Rogers says

to mind her own business, huh?

Gorcey, come on out with your hands up!

You can't kill me the way
you killed the others.

The eye of the storm
hovers off the coast

while heavy rain and wind
batter coastal communications.

The US Weather Service
warns that there may be

periods of relative calm
and slacking of rain,

but make everything secure, because
Hurricane Ida is definitely on the way.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.
Lunchtime.

Aunt Jess, what are you doing?
Oh, I was just trying to...

Just trying to throw
your back out again.

You heard what the doc said.

You're not supposed to lean forward.

Just lie still.

Still? Grady, I'm gathering
dust in mind and body.

Oh, it won't be much longer.

Oh, thanks, Grady, but
that-that breakfast

you fixed for me this morning...

I mean it, uh, really stuck to my ribs.

You mean my famous tuna omelet? Mm-hmm.

Well, wait till you see this.

Tuna surprise!

Oh, darling, you've been
surprising me all week.

But, really I...
Hiyo!

Oh, Seth?
Hey!

Come on up!

Jessica. Grady.
Hi.

Well, how's my patient?
Losing my mind.

Well, that's the spirit.
No, Seth, I'm serious.

This is my second Tuesday in bed, and the
room's getting smaller by the minute.

Matter of fact, it's Wednesday.

And you better get used to it. I expect
you'll be here next Wednesday too.

That storm out there has
a mind of its own.

I think the safest place for
you is right where you are.

Oh.

Now, don't be too upset.

I have a nice little present for you.

Look at this.

What do you think of that?
Well, what is it?

Well, it's not jewelry.
Don't be worried.

It's called Med-Alert.

Now you just press that
button and listen.

Ta-da.

It's got a range of about two miles.

Now if you need anything, and Grady's not
around, well, you just press that buzzer,

and the paramedics will
be here or I will.

Now please, I want you
to humor an old doctor.

Grady, I think it might be a good
idea to batten down the hatches

while the decks are still clear.
Yeah. I'll get right on it.

Outside of a little boudoir
boredom, how do you feel?

Hungry. Let's see what this looks like.

Grady must have bought out every
can of tuna in Cabot Cove.

Oh, Seth, please, for pity's sake.

I'll see what I can smuggle in.

Anything.

Goodbye.

I had to sleep in the van.

Damn carburetor went out on
County Road 26. Hello? Hello?

I checked out the estate, and it
didn't look like no problem.

Excuse me, but, uh...

The estate? Are you crazy?
Anyone could have seen you.

Relax.
There was nobody around.

And none of the locals is gonna recognize
me. I ain't shaved for months.

I'm-I'm terribly sorry.
It must be the storm, but I...

Okay, but the old man
must be killed tonight!

Yeah, well, the price has gone up.
25, 000 grand, cash in advance.

Grady!
25, 000 in advance?

Hey, I got expenses.

Bought a new Mark IV, so the
old goat can die in style.

Grady, come quickly!

We made a deal.
Don't try to hold me up.

Oh, great.

Yeah, I'll get it one way or another.
From you or from the old man.

Bet he'd be real surprised if he shook the
family tree and a murderer fell out.

I got it.
No! No, the phone. Listen.

What about it?

Well, listen!
What do you hear?

A dial tone?
I've got to warn Amos.

Aunt Jess, what is it?

What's all the excitement,
Jess?

Busy. Oh, dear.

Well, what are you so het up about?

Murder. I've gotta write this down
before I forget it. Forget what?

The murder plot.

Now that is a good idea.

Yes, you should do some
more work on a new book.

It would take your mind
off your troubles.

I'm not talking about a book, Seth.

I'm talking about a plot. A real plot to
kill someone. I just heard it on the phone.

I am not crazy.
I know what I heard.

Seth, I picked up the phone
to dial the weather service.

Now somehow the lines got
crossed, and I heard

two men plotting to kill
an old man tonight.

And I have got to warn Amos.

Oh, good Lord. The line is now dead.

Look, one of you has got to find Amos
and warn him about this hired killer.

Hired killer? A hit man?
Here in Cabot Cove?

Stop it, both of you!

Oh, I'm-I'm-I'm sorry. I...

Please, I've-I've-I've-I've got
to talk to Amos right away.

All right, Jessica. All right.

You just lie back and relax, and
we will contact Amos for you.

Yes, we'll do it right away too.

Oh, boy.
I was afraid of this.

Yesterday I caught her watching
a rerun of My Mother the Car.

Operator, may I help you?

Oh, thank goodness, Letitia.
It's Jessica.

My phone was dead.

Yours and
half the town's, Jess.

How's that aching back?

Well, right now it's more
like a pain in the neck.

Letitia, I need your help.

Around 2:00, my phone line was crossed
somehow with an ongoing call.

Could you find out who made it?

Hmm. I don't think it's traceable, Jess.

Oh, would you try?
It's very important.

...And don't let that break
in the storm fool you.

Hurricane Ida is dancin'
her way up the coast,

and before you know it, she'll
be tangoin' in Cabot Cove.

Do you like to tango?
I love to tango.

A while back, I was a tango
teacher right here in town.

You ever in my class?
Naw.

You sure look familiar.

Let me see your feet.
Never forget feet.

Look, lady, I don't care about
hurricanes or dancin'.

All I want is for...

Have you got a men's room?

Well, right through that
door, turn to your left.

Little late today, Sheriff.
Problems?

Usual this time of year, Mona.

Storm warnings, hurricane
watches, folks gettin' fidgety.

Believe I'll change my order today.

Let me have a prune danish
and some milk, huh?

Been drinkin' much too much caffeine
lately. It's bad for the system.

I'm just gonna wash up.

Believe it's occupied, Amos.

Door's open.

For cryin' out... You crazy!

Hey!

Oh, great. New York drivers
even in Cabot Cove.

Sheriff.
Oh, hi, Grady.

Pull up a stool.

How's your aunt doin'?
Oh, great, uh...

Well, I mean, not so hot.

Well, physically, she's
terrific, but, uh...

Spit it out, son. If you've got a
problem, let me know. I'm here to help.

Well, um...

She thinks there's gonna be a murder
here in Cabot Cove. Tonight.

Cabin fever. Had to happen. A woman
as active as Mrs. Fletcher.

Yeah. Well, that's what
the doc and I thought,

but I don't know.
She's really insistent.

Where'd she get this cockeyed idea?

Maybe she better tell you.

Well, with the storm on the way,
I've got plenty to do.

But don't you worry, son.
I'll calm her down.

I am calm. I am very calm.

But, ma'am, a hired killer?

Look, I heard it as clearly
as I hear you, Amos.

A murder being plotted.

Now just hold your horses.

Even if you did hear somethin',

doesn't mean it was Cabot Cove.

Why, your line could
have been crossed up

with a satellite feed from
anywhere in the whole country.

Not anywhere.
Cabot Cove.

The hired killer even
mentioned County Road 26.

Aha! Now there you see, we don't
even have a County Route 26.

Yeah, but we used to.

Jenson Road was called
County Road 26

until it was renamed five
years ago, remember?

She has you there, Amos.

Look, the killer said he planned
to use a Mark IV on his victim.

He's gonna run him down with a car?

According to my weapons manual,

a Mark IV is also known as a
.45 caliber colt automatic.

That could do the trick.

Now look here, Mrs. Fletcher.

You know, you've been stuck
in here an awful long time.

Now don't you start on me.

I'm well aware that you two think
I am temporarily bonkers.

Oh, that is simply not true.

Look, it's all right. If I were in your
shoes, I'd probably be dubious too.

But-But, Amos, you have got
to believe me about this.

Look, from what I was able to hear through
the static and the bad connection,

an old man living in a Cabot Cove estate

is going to be shot to death tonight

by a killer with a .45
caliber automatic,

who was hired to do the job by
a man with a raspy voice...

Now... Who's a member of
the victim's family.

I don't suppose there's any
harm in lookin' into this.

What do you think,
Amos? Hmm?

Oh! Right,
Doc. Right.

Don't patronize me.
Mrs. Fletcher,

now you just relax and let
me poke around, hmm?

But, as sheriff and as your friend,

I guarantee that no one in Cabot
Cove is gonna be murdered tonight.

Grady!
Grady, get up here fast!

Sometime last night.

Mr. Rogers was a widower and the owner
of the J.L. Rogers Lumber Mill

among various other holdings.

Aunt Jess? What...

To repeat, millionaire lumber
magnate Jedediah Rogers

was found shot to death on his
estate just north of Cabot Cove.

More details as they become available.

Sheriff Tupper.

Oh, you feelin' any better?

I believe I'm ready to
answer your questions now.

Oh.

I know this is a terrible
shock, and I... I hate

to put you through this,
Miss Rogers, but...

I understand.
And it's Miss Cameron.

Oh, but I thought that...
My mother was a Rogers.

Grandpa took me in when my mom and dad
died in a plane crash years ago.

You and your grandfather lived alone in
this house. That right, Miss Cameron?

Yes, I've been staying with him since I
returned from school three months ago.

Last night, did you hear anything?

No. I had an early dinner, and
I fell asleep in my room.

Nothing woke me, not even the storm.

Hmm.

Okay, I think that does it for now.

And I sure am sorry about
your grandfather.

In there.

Well, Amos.

Got a good recipe for crow, have you?

Cause that's what we're gonna be eatin

when we tell Jessica about this murder.

Oh, come on, Doc.

Don't tell me you never
heard of coincidence?

Coincidence? 10:00 last night, an elderly
gentleman on an estate shot to death

by something that looks
very much like a .45?

Sure there's some similarity,

but, Mrs. Fletcher said that her murder

would be the work of a hired killer.

This was the work of a burglar.

How do you know that?

The way the window was broken,

so he could reach in for the latch.

Jed must've heard it,
picked up that poker

and tried to fight off the intruder.

But, he was armed and shot poor
Jed before he could strike a blow.

I'm Morgan Rogers.
Jessica also thought

a member of the family
might be behind it.

If so...

your first suspect just
walked through the door.

Morgan Rogers.

Sheriff!
He's all yours, Amos.

Morgan.
Doc.

I want you to know how
sorry I am, Morgan.

Yeah, yeah, sure. Look, uh,
your deputy on the phone,

he said it was a thief.
You got the guy?

No, not yet.
Damn!

Just a sec.

Yeah! Three weeks ago, I told one
of the boys at the lumber mill

to install a burglar alarm
system in this place.

You know how it is.

You get busy, forget to follow up,

now...

I, uh, hope you don't mind, but
I got a couple of questions

I gotta ask you.
Sure, sure.

You mind tellin' me where you
were last night around 10:00?

You accusing me of killing my daddy?

Oh, no. No, sir.

It is my job and all.

I was at home alone...

working in my woodshop.

Right. That's good. Fine, sir.

Now, uh, about your brothers, you told one
of my deputies that you'd notify them.

Well, I told Adam. Found him
down at the beach house

havin' a little champagne brunch

with some bimbo he picked up
in Portland last weekend.

How about Gordon?

I left it to Adam to
tell my younger brother

and that delightful wife of his.

Uh, look, Sheriff, if
there's nothin' else,

I've got quite a few
things to attend to.

Cemetery, funeral, the will.

Well, I...
Updating the news,

millionaire lumber baron
Jedediah Rogers was found

shot to death this morning
in his Cabot Cove estate.

The sheriff's department believes that
Rogers was shot by a surprised intruder.

More details as they become available.

Intruder.

Gee, I'm really sorry,
Aunt Jess.

I guess you must have known
him pretty well, huh?

Actually, Grady,
I only met him a couple of times.

He was something of a
roughneck, but I liked him.

I never met his sons at all.

They never socialized much with
the rest of the Cabot Covers.

Still busy.

Yeah. Grady, it's obvious that
I'm gonna be trapped here

in this bed, but I can still think.

And the first thing that I think is that

Amos Tupper is gonna need all
the help that he can get.

Which means
I'm gonna need your help.

Me?

You're going to be my eyes and ears.

I want you to go over to the Rogers
place and find out what's going on.

Give me a complete rundown.

Perhaps if you could make me a
sketch of the murder scene

and find out how the family is reacting.

Grady?

It is Grady Fletcher, right?

Sure, but, uh...

Leslie.
Leslie Cameron.

Oh, hi.

Oh, gosh, you don't remember.

Six years ago, you were spending
the summer at your aunt's.

Andy Thomason's fishing boat.

We were stuck out on
the water all night.

Oh, yeah, I remember that.

You also remember that scrawny
kid in the baggy jeans?

Face full of freckles,
teeth full of braces?

That was you?
Aw, come on.

It was me. I've got the
pictures to prove it.

Well, what are you doin' here?

It's where I live.
I mean, I did.

Jed Rogers was my grandfather.

Oh, gee, I didn't know.
I'm really sorry, Leslie.

Um... What about you? I thought you
were an accountant or something.

Oh, I'm here helping my Aunt Jessica.

She thinks...

Thinks what?

That my grandfather's death
was maybe something else?

Look, uh, can we talk somewhere?

Sure.

Grandpa made me this
swing when I was nine,

just after my parents died.

Look, Grady, I know this
might sound strange,

but I had a feeling something
like this was going to happen.

What do you mean?

I mean, I don't believe for a second

he was killed by any burglar.

Ever since I came back from
Europe, it's been awful.

Grandpa fighting with all of them...

Morgan, Adam, Gordon.

They said he was too old
to run the business.

Adam wanted him to sell out.

Grandpa was beginning to
hate the sight of them.

A few days ago, he told me
he was changing his will.

Leslie!

Your aunt.

Does she really think
this might be murder?

Uh... Uh-huh.

I have something that might help
her, but I can't show you now.

Leslie! Now!

Later.

I loved my father, Sheriff,

and you have my undivided cooperation
in bringing his assassin to justice.

Morgan said he located you
at the beach house, Adam.

Is that where you were
last night around 10:00?

Yes, I invited a young lady up
to go sailing. Ah, Miss, um...

what is her name?

In a hurricane?

Well, Sheriff, since sailing
was out of the question,

we decided on something else
that we both enjoyed.

Sheriff, she'll be more than
happy to verify my whereabouts.

Uh, if you'd like, I, uh,
I have her phone number in Portland.

Do you have any idea where your
brother Gordon was last night?

I really couldn't say. I, uh... I
just talked to his wife, Dody.

They were at their, uh,
cabin by the lake.

She said they'd be back right after her
prized Persian finished its afternoon nap.

Frankly, Sheriff, if she treated Gordon

with the same affection she shows
that pampered little puss,

their marriage would
look a whole lot less

like a rerun of Who's
Afraid of Virginia Woolf.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Sheriff.

Oh, sure thing,
Mr. Rogers.

And what was in that drawer that
both Morgan and Adam looked into?

Nothing. It was empty.

Grady, what is this on the
wall of your sketch?

Oh, that's a portrait of Leslie's
grandfather by Arliss Bygraves.

Good likeness.

And this is where the body was found?

Right. In front of the fireplace.

Sure appreciate you givin' me
your tuna pot pie, Mrs. Fletcher.

In all this excitement,
I forgot lunch.

Oh, you sure you wouldn't want some?

Positive.

Well, there's plenty more.

Amos, what about that medical report?

Well, it's still unofficial, but Doc says
a .45 slug entered through the back.

Doc figures that the thief
shot him around 10:00.

Amos, the killer was not a thief.

Sure, he was.
Got the old fella's wallet, watch.

And left behind a valuable painting
and that necklace in the safe?

Oh, well, doggone it! Maybe the...
the burglar got scared off somehow.

Or maybe whoever did it
tried to make it look

like a burglary but didn't
do a very good job.

It was a burglar.
The broken window.

Broken to make it look like
someone forced his way in.

Oh, you're not gonna start that stuff
about the hired killer again.

Was hired by a member of the family.

The man with the raspy voice.

Come on now, Mrs. Fletcher.

I know all three Rogers
brothers, and it doesn't seem

to me like any of 'em has a raspy voice.

I know what I heard Amos.

Aunt Jess, you said yourself
it was a bad connection,

lots of static. You didn't
really catch it all.

Grady, I am not imagining all this.

Look, wait.

If you're gonna hire
someone to commit murder,

then you would make very sure

that you had an ironclad alibi. Right,
Amos?

Makes sense.

Only one problem.

No one in the family has got one.

What?

No, ma'am.

Here. Morgan, he says that he was
workin' alone in his woodshop.

No witnesses.

Adam was in the family beach
house with a lady from Portland

except the lady's no lady.

She's got an arrest sheet as
long as a chorus girl's legs.

And-And Gordon, he was
workin' alone in the mill.

His wife, Dody, was alone
at the cabin by the lake.

And Leslie says she was asleep upstairs.

Oh, dear. But that
doesn't make any sense.

You mean, it doesn't fit
in with your theory.

Well, what about this business
with the desk drawer?

That sounds very suspicious.

Yes, ma'am.

You know, right now,
I think that we should focus

on the hired killer before
his trail gets cold.

If we could find him, maybe he will
lead us to the raspy voiced man.

Yes, ma'am.

Now on the phone, the killer
said he'd grown a beard

so that the locals
wouldn't recognize him.

That means he used to live around here.

Yes, and he hasn't been
around in five years,

because he didn't know that County
Road 26 had had its name changed.

Also he's driving a van
with carburetor trouble,

so you might check with Charlie and
Gus at their service station.

Aunt Jess.

Yesterday, outside of Mona's Diner,

a bearded guy in a white
van nearly ran me down.

Yeah, that's right, Gus.

Big fella, wearin' a beard, drivin'
a white van with New York plates.

Now if he comes in, you call me back
and stall him till I get there.

Thanks.

Sheriff Tupper.
Amos.

I just got off the phone with Mona.

That bearded stranger that
was in her diner yesterday,

I think it was Abel Gorcey.

Gorcey? Gorcey.
You remember.

He worked at Rogers Mill until
Jed caught him stealing.

That's right! And Jed's testimony
put him in prison for...

Five years. And if you
recall, after the trial,

Gorcey swore he'd kill
Jed when he got out.

Great work, Mrs. Fletcher.
Looks like I've found my killer.

Call you back as soon as we
track him down. Bye, Amos.

Charlie. Pull the Abel Gorcey
file, get out an APB on him.

He's wearin' a beard now, and he's drivin'
a white van with New York plates.

Gordon, you're not jealous
of my prize Persian already?

- I've only had little Muff muff a week.
- But, Dody--

And after all the channels
I went through to document

Muff muff's lineage, you keep
your runny nose to yourself.

Did you ever think he might
be allergic to you?

Better look out, Gordon, or you're
gonna be sleeping in the basement.

Funny, Adam.
Excuse me.

Listen, Dody, I'm sorry, but
I'm going to have to hold fast on this.

Don't be ridiculous, Gordon.
Folks, please.

My apologies, Sheriff.
Uh, we came to find out if...

We came to find out what you're
doing to catch the thief

that killed our dear Jed.

Doin' everything possible, Mrs. Rogers.

We're sure you are, Sheriff,
but we feel that, uh...

Actually, all of us feel that this case
has gotten bigger than Cabot Cove.

We'd like you to bring a special state
investigator in just to give you a hand.

No need for that. Practically
got a suspect in custody.

Oh, really? Who?

Sheriff, I've got the APB
out on Abel Gorcey.

Abel Gorcey? What's he
got to do with this?

Hello?

Jessica, Letitia. I'm really
sorry, but I've tried everything.

'Fraid that 2:00 p.m. you accidentally
overheard just isn't traceable.

Yeah. Well, I appreciate your
help. Thank you for trying.

Oh-oh, hold
on a second, Jessica.

Sheriff Tupper wants to make
an emergency breakthrough.

I'll connect you right up.

Mrs. Fletcher? We got him.

What is it,
Amos? Got who?

Abel Gorcey. I'm on my way up to
the cabin at Red Rock Bluff.

That white van was spotted
there about 20 minutes ago.

Charlie, you two come
around behind from the left.

You and I will come in from the
right. And don't let him see ya.

Abel Gorcey! This is
Sheriff Amos Tupper.

Throw out your weapon and come
out. We've got you surrounded.

Gorcey, come on out with your hands up!

Sheriff!
Not now, Charlie.

Sheriff! I don't think he can hear you.

Hmm?

He fell down the stairs?

That's the way I see it.

After he shot Jed,
Gorcey got himself drunk

and tumbled down those
steps to his glory.

Call it poetic justice.

That seems very strange.

Nothin' strange about it.
Gorcey was the killer all right.

Amos, I stand in awe of
your gift for blind certainty,

but as so often happens,
you are dead wrong.

What?

Seth, what is it?
What have you learned?

Very simply, there is no way that Abel
Gorcey could have killed Jed Rogers.

Rogers died about 10:00.

Now I triple-checked my findings,
and I'm sorry to tell you, Amos,

that Gorcey cracked
his skull at around 7:00.

Three hours before
Rogers was shot to death.

What do you mean he was dead before
Jed Rogers was shot? He was the killer!

Seth, are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive, Jess.

Well, I certainly would
like to stay around

and watch Amos work his
foot out of his mouth,

but Hurricane Ida is closing in,
and the evac center beckons.

Now I want you to rest.

And I want you to let her.

Be seein' you.

Goodbye, Seth.

Is there somethin' wrong, Aunt Jess?

Grady, don't you think
it's a little suspicious

that a hired killer accidentally
falls to his death

mere hours before the deed was done?

Oh, now, Mrs. Fletcher,
don't you even say it.

You mean he was murdered too?

But why?
Why murder your hired killer?

Maybe blackmail, Amos.

During the phone call,
Gorcey more than hinted at it.

Perhaps when the raspy-voiced man

delivered the demanded cash in advance,

the blackmail question was raised
again, and Gorcey was killed.

If you ask me, you're
fishin' without bait.

There was no sign of foul play.

An accident, plain and simple.

Well, either way, we've got a problem.

If Gorcey didn't kill
Jed Rogers, who did?

The man with the raspy voice.

Yeah, he had no choice but
to kill Jed himself,

because you remember, he said, "The
old man must be killed tonight."

But it could have been any
one of the three sons

because none of them
really had an alibi.

And I keep tellin' you that none of
these fellas has a raspy voice.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But, you know, I've never
actually spoken to any of them.

And, Amos, what sounds
like a raspy voice to me

might not sound like a raspy one to you.

Yeah. I suppose it would be useful

if you could give a listen
to what they sound like.

Say, maybe I could wire
myself for sound.

Tape their voices, kinda
incognito-like, huh?

You know, Aunt Jess,
that's not a bad idea.

Well, I-I suppose it might work.

Ah, I'll get right on it.

Oh, Amos, while you're
recording their voices,

why don't you get
their alibis for 7:00 p.m.?

The time of Gorcey's "accident,"

just in case there was foul play.

Mm-hmm.
Just in case, huh?

Grady, there's something
else that needs exploring,

and I need you to do it.
Oh, sure. Anything.

Gorcey demanded $25,000
in advance in cash,

which means the person who hired
him had to get it from somewhere.

The bank. Sure.

See if Amos can discreetly find
out if one of the suspects

had made a large withdrawal
in the past week or so.

Okay. Then I want you to go see Leslie.

Ask her about that desk drawer that
her uncles seemed so interested in.

They were looking for
something, all right.

That's why I hid it...

where they couldn't... find it.

A diary? Grandpa'd been
keeping it for months.

He was sure one of my
uncles was reading it,

so a few days ago he gave
it to me for safekeeping.

Boy, he sure didn't like
his sons much. No.

Grady, it contains all the changes

he was going to make in his will.

He'd planned to meet with his lawyer
the morning he was found dead.

He cut everyone out of
the will except me.

Your uncles knew about this?

Everything. The changes and when
he was planning to make them.

I don't care about the
money. I really don't.

I just want to get away from here.

Go to New York to fashion design school.

The only reason I was staying
was because of Grandpa.

You're not going back to Paris?

No, I wanna
get on with my life.

I guess she'll be pretty rich, huh?

I don't think so, Grady.

Jed never actually changed his will.

Either way, it doesn't
narrow our list of suspects

since all three brothers were
to be cut from the will.

Did Amos learn anything from the bank?

Naw. It's a dead end,
Aunt Jess.

He said he double-checked the
accounts for the three brothers.

No major withdrawals in
the past two months.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Unless whomever hired Gorcey
never intended to pay him.

You lost me.

I thought it was strange to
hire a killer who publicly

threatened Jed Rogers's life
instead of a complete unknown.

But it would make sense if the
plan was to shoot Gorcey

in the act of murdering Jed.

Look, Sheriff, I'm sorry, but
I really have to complete

this quarterly inventory analysis

by the close of business today.

Excuse me.

Analysis?
Huh?

He's counting two-by-fours.

Won't be but a few seconds.
I'm just tryin' to get the facts.

Allow me, Sheriff.

From 5:00 to 8:00, we were dining at
Mona's with the union supervisor.

We weren't dining.
We were negotiating.

What-What the hell are you
gettin' at anyway, Tupper?

Everybody knows
Abel Gorcey killed Daddy.

'Fraid not.

He was dead three hours
before your daddy was shot.

And even though he didn't live
long enough to do the job,

I have it on good authority that
Gorcey was hired to kill your daddy.

What "good authority"?

Jessica Fletcher's.

She overheard a phone call

where Gorcey was hired
to commit the murder.

Hey, the news crew isn't
gonna hang around forever.

So if you want to be on television,
you better get out there now.

Now look, Amos, I think
Fletcher's confusing fiction with fact.

You tell her that Morgan Rogers says
to mind her own business, huh?

Well, come on, fellas,
let's go show the world

how nice we are before that
damn storm hits again.

Wow. Hurricane Ida's not
fooling around this time.

Sounds almost as bad in here
as it looks out there.

Havin' a few technical
snafus is all, Doc.

Now, the first one you're
gonna hear is Gordon.

Sheriff, I'm sorry, but I have
to complete this quarterly

inventory analysis by the
close of business today.

No, that's not the
man I heard on the telephone.

Can't figure why this is happening.

There. Next one you're gonna
hear is Adam's voice.

Or Amos' digestive system.

From 5:00 to 8:00, we
were dining at Mona's...

Now that doesn't sound
right either. Mm-mmm.

No, it doesn't.

I thought I detected a slight murmur.

Perhaps you ought to come
in for a checkup, Amos.

Everybody knows
Abel Gorcey killed Daddy.

Oh, 'fraid not.

Thank you, Jessica.

It was a good try, Amos.

In fact, good enough to tell me that

none of those voices was the
one I heard on the phone.

Look, maybe I was wrong.

Maybe the raspy voice belongs to
someone else. A... A fourth party.

Maybe the voice on the
phone was disguised.

Why? Gorcey knew who
he was dealing with,

and they didn't know
that I was on the line.

Well, one thing's for sure.

All three brothers had an ironclad
alibi for the time of Gorcey's death.

Mona confirmed it.

All three were sittin' there

in her diner, arguin'
with a union bigwig.

Well, I still can't believe that Abel
Gorcey's death was accidental.

Aw, doggone it,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Why can't you just accept
the fact? Quiet, A-Amos!

Hmm? Shh.

Our family feels a terrible loss,
that goes without saying.

But our grief has brought
us closer together.

He sure is allergic to that cat.

Of course. Listen.

But we have complete confidence

in Sheriff Tupper's ability
to handle the case.

That's him. That-That-That's the
raspy voice I heard on the phone.

We're sure that, uh, whoever killed
Father will soon be brought to justice.

That's him.

Aunt Jess, I am really proud of you.

If you hadn't overheard that phone call

and been able to identify
Gordon Roger's voice,

he'd have gotten away with murder.

Well, I'm just sorry that I
couldn't have prevented a murder.

There you are.
Grady, really I...

No, it's not tuna.

Pepperoni pizza for the star witness.

Grady, I could kiss you.
In fact, I think I'm going to.

No. No. You're not
supposed to lean forward.

Oh.
Allow me.

Anybody home?

No, we went for a jog in the
rain! Come on up, Seth.

You know, this is a first for me.

I've never seen a night that
ain't fit for man nor beast.

Well, that doesn't stop Seth Hazlett.

That's a real doozy blowing
out there, folks.

Did you hear from Amos?
Well, not yet.

He said he'd call when he
had Gordon in custody.

Ah.
Pizza, Doc?

No. No, thanks. I'm on my
way down to the harbor.

I just thought I'd stop in
and check up on my patient.

Flooding again?

Yep, and the sandbaggin' crew is
runnin' a-might short on manpower.

I'll lend you a hand, Doc.

Yeah, well, thank you, Grady, but I'd
rather have you stay here with Jess.

Oh, don't be silly.
I'm fine.

Grady is needed down at the harbor.

Are you sure, Aunt Jess?

Oh, positive.

I'll get my jacket.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Say, Letitia brought
this over to my place.

Told me to bring it down to you.

Ah, yes, the computer records from the
phone company. A little bit late.

Something on your mind, Jess?

Do you ever get the feeling that
you've overlooked something obvious?

That you've, uh, done something wrong?

Yeah. Every time
I vote for Amos. Why?

Abel Gorcey's death.

You see, Gordon couldn't possibly
have been involved, but...

Well, I still can't believe
that it was an accident.

Woman, quit your fussin'.

That murder business is
over and done with.

Okay. All set, Doc.
We'll be back soon.

And don't worry, Aunt Jess. I'll
lock the front door on the way out.

I'll be by to check on you tomorrow
promptly. Now, Jess, you rest.

And you'll be careful, you two.

Hello?

Mrs. Fletcher?
Amos here.

Just wanted to tell you our man
is in custody as we speak.

Good work, Amos.

Nasty night out.

You better get that nephew of yours
to fasten the place down, okay?

Well, he and Seth have gone
to help sandbag the harbor.

You sure you're gonna
be all right alone?

Thank you for your concern,
Amos. I'll be absolutely fine.

Okay.

Be by in the morning to get Jed's diary.

Be needin' that for evidence.

That and your testimony'll be sending
Gordon away for a long, long time.

Well, I'll see you tomorrow, Amos.

Hello?

Jess? I didn't
want to disturb you,

but I thought I'd find out
if your phone is workin'.

- Well, it is now.
- Lines are down all over town.

Our repair crew's got
more than it can handle.

Oh, did you get the phone
records I sent with Seth?

Oh, yes, yes, thank you.

Ah. I was just looking at
the one that confirms

the 2:00 p.m. call at Gorcey's cabin,

the one that crossed my line.

Well, that was placed from Gordon
Rogers's private line at the mill.

Glad I could
finally be of help.

Yes, but here on the same record,

it says that someone
made a 30-minute call

from Gordon's mill line
at 10:00 p.m.

Now that is the exact time that
Jed was murdered at the estate.

Gordon made that call.

Yeah, but he couldn't have.

I'm afraid you're wrong there,
Jessica. He made it all right.

Person-to-person out of state.
Placed the call myself.

Oh, dear.

Letitia, can-can you get me Amos?

He has the wrong killer.

Letitia? Oh, dear Lord.
Don't go dead on me now.

Hello?

Oh, no.

Grady?

Now don't-don't be foolish.

Uh, the police are coming.

You-You-You can't kill me the way
you killed the others, Dody!

I want the diary now.

Oh.

Seth, I'll never question
doctor's orders again.

I guess that little gizmo
came in handy after all.

Sure stopped
Dody in the nick of time.

I suspected Dody right off the bat.

Forgetting Amos' bat, when did you
realize Dody was the killer?

When it was too late.

As soon as Letitia told me
Gordon was on the phone

when Jed was killed,
I knew that we were wrong.

And then I realized
it was the 2:00 call

from the mill that got
crossed with my line.

Dody was supposed to have
been at the lake cabin,

but she couldn't have been.

She had to have been with
Gordon, with the cat,

or Gordon wouldn't have
sounded raspy on the phone.

Which meant she knew all about
Abel Gorcey and the murder plot.

Knowing Dody, it was probably her idea.

Oh, I'm sure it was.

At 7:00, she got rid of a potential
blackmailer, Abel Gorcey, took his gun,

and at 10:00, she killed Jed Rogers.

Before the old man could
change his will.

Well, now that all that's settled,
I have an announcement to make.

I've decided that lying around in
bed can be hazardous to my health,

so tomorrow morning,
I'm gonna be up and about.

Ah, Jess. Don't Jess me,
Seth Hazlett.

And as for you, Grady, your
services are terminated.

I want you packed and on
the 5:30 bus to Boston tonight.

Tonight? Aunt Jess, I...

Not another word. Scoot!

Okay. Sure.

Oh, oh, uh, and-and Grady?

Ah, Leslie called about an hour ago.

She told me to tell you that she's,
uh, planning to be on the 5:30 also.

Something about going to New York?

Right.