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♪ I love you more today than yesterday ♪

♪ But not as much as tomorrow ♪

♪ I love you more today than yesterday... ♪

Dani, take a look at this!

This would be perfect for our scarecrow.

It would.

Oh, but what about this one?

Sort of a... Fred Astaire?

Oh?

Like a dapper scarecrow?

Yeah.

Oh, but it's a scarecrow, not a snowman.

No, you're right.

It's not very "Harvest Day" vibes, is it?

Oh. But this... oh!

Look at this.

It's perfect.

Perfect!

Wow.

Wow...

You know, those retro video games

are selling like hotcakes.

I know.

That boy reminds me of Logan.

Oh! You missin' him?

Yes, and he's only been gone three weeks.

But he'll be home for family dinner tomorrow night.

- You wanna join us? - Oh, family dinner?

Does that mean Hannah's back?

No, she's staying with her friend from law school

while they study for the Bar Exam.

Ah!

Well, as much as I would love to catch up

with Jason and Logan,

I have improv class tomorrow night.

Ooh! Any cute guys at improv class?

Maybe.

Oh...

What'd you get?

Oh, I feel something in the pocket.

It's in the lining.

- A pocket watch! - Yeah!

How do you do that?

I don't know.

Dani! Oh!

I used to have this toy when I was a child.

Hey!

Logan?

I just tried to call you.

Uh, sorry.

My phone's in the car.

I needed wire-strippers.

I'm trying to boost my sound system,

but I don't know which ones I need,

so I'm just taking both.

Well, why don't you ask your dad? He'd know.

He's held up in his office.

Huh.

What'd you need?

Oh, I wanted you to put a blurb

in the Rags to Riches website--

"10% off everything during Harvest Days."

But... make it snazzy.

- "Snazzy"? - Mm-hmm.

Is that like spiffy?

More like "nifty".

"A snazzy blurb that's more nifty than spiffy."

Got it.

Thank you. Hey, Logan?

You'll be here for dinner tomorrow night, right?

Let me see, do I wanna make ramen again for dinner,

or have a nice homecooked meal?

Not a tough choice.

Logan, tell me you don't eat ramen for dinner every night.

I don't eat ramen for dinner every night.

Bye. Love you.

Ramen...

Hey, hon'. Whatcha looking for?

Oh, my-my headphones, um...

I'm jumping on a Zoom call in a couple minutes.

Ha-ha! Thank you.

This is the third Saturday in a row

that you've worked.

Says the woman who always works Saturdays.

Oh, that's true,

but I hope I get to have dinner with you tonight.

We are supposed to be enjoying our empty nest.

Well, it didn't sound all that empty today,

unless that wasn't Logan's voice I heard?

No, he's gone.

Oh, good!

It'll just be you and me when I get back.

Back from where?

My trip back in time...

from 1892.

Can you wear that to dinner?

Mm.

Mm...

What? What? What? What is your problem?

Dad?

You've made Lizzie the killer.

Helen, you told me this hadn't been decided yet.

I-I think I said it hadn't been "officially" decided.

Kill the sound effects, would you, Milty?

Oh! Uh...

I hate to break it to you, Miss Crosby,

but you can't hold

a "Lizzie Borden Murder Mystery" Night

and not make Lizzie Borden the killer!

I agree. It would be ridiculous.

Not as ridiculous as portraying a woman

who was found "not guilty" in a court of law,

with an axe in her hand!

I see I will have to take my Lizzie memorabilia

and go home.

I have a reputation to protect.

No-no-no-no! Please don't, Carol.

We've already advertised your collection.

Uh, Isaac?

- Mm? - I had a thought.

What if we show both sides?

We reenact a Lizzie-Is-Guilty scenario,

but then do an intruder scenario.

What-What do we think?

Fine by me if Lizzie doesn't do the hacking.

After all the books I've given you to read

about the case?

You know, it might make it

more interesting for the audience

if we show both sides.

Mm...

No.

Stubborn... mules-- both of you.

What if...

we have Jenn weigh in on this?

Oh, come on, Isaac!

You know it'll be the right thing,

if Jennifer Shannon thinks it's right.

I mean, I do respect Jenn's opinion.

Yeah, I'd be willing to find out what she thinks.

Good!

Where is she, anyway?

Well, it's Saturday.

You know she has her garage sales on Saturdays,

but she said she'd be here eventually.

Who will be here eventually?

You! Yes.

We need your help

to settle on a strategy-- for the reenactment.

Oh, I'm all ears.

Oh, great.

Found it!

Oh, great. I saved a spot for it.

Oh!

Hi!

Hi!

Helen... hi!

- Hi. - Come on in.

Oh, wow.

Love the decorations.

Yeah, we're getting a jump on our Harvest Day look. Uh, Dani?

You remember Helen Ponder?

She's the President

of the Murder Mystery Book Club I joined last year.

Yes, it's so nice to see you again, Helen.

Your book club puts on those murder mystery nights

to raise money for the food bank, right?

Yes, that's right! Oh! And, this year,

we are doing the most famous murder mystery of them all--

The Borden Murders!

Oh?

I-- actually, I brought some flyers for you.

Oh...

Oh!

Wait, is this--

"Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mother 40 whacks"?

Well, it was 18, actually, but yes, that's the one.

I am playing the poor mom-- Abby Borden.

- Oh! - Well, that's if

we're still doing the reenactment.

You said Isaac was ready to revolt again?

Oh! No, no, no.

He was just fussing

about us adding extra lines to the script

about Lizzie being acquitted at the trial.

Don't forget-- I volunteered your expertise

to display her Borden memorabilia at the event.

That's right!

Dani, I could use your help with that.

The most important piece is a first-edition

Fall River Tragedy by Edwin Porter.

That's the first book ever written on the case.

Wow! Well, good!

It's settled then.

Oh. We... do still need someone to play the Police Marshal.

I think I know the perfect person.

You're kidding?

Oh, Frank, just consider it. We'll have fun!

Oh, it's Hannah. Hi, honey!

- Hey, sweetie! - Hey, Hannah.

- Oh, hey, guys! - We're just here

with Frank, getting ready to have a little dinner.

Hannah! Save me from your mom.

She wants me

to play a cop in a play about Lizzie Borden.

Oh, we studied that in law school.

So, wait, which cop are you playing?

Oh, Police Marshal Rufus Hilliard.

He's the Head of the Fall River Police Department.

Oh, yeah. So, like, the Chief of Police?

Exactly!

But Frank, you'd be more like, uh...

the master of ceremonies-- narrating,

and pointing out evidence to spectators.

Didn't you say you were thinking

of applying to be the next Police Chief

when this one retires next year?

Don't do it, Frank!

I took a promotion, and now,

I'm managing a new crisis

every single day.

How's the studying going?

Good! Just digging into

Palsgraf versus Long Island Railroad--

and, yes,

it is as scintillating as it sounds.

Anyway, I gotta get back to it.

I just wanted to call and say a quick hi.

Okay, honey, I'll call you later.

- We love you. - Love you, guys.

Miss you.

- Bye, Hannah. - Bye.

- Bye. - That hat--

it's gonna look really good on you.

You should try it on!

We-- Have a look!

You know what I think, Frank?

Uh, before you say anything,

if he doesn't want to do it, my plan is to volunteer you.

"Distinguished."

You look distinguished.

Hmm.

You know what?

I'll do it.

Oh, Frank! Thank you! We're gonna have fun.

Tomorrow is rehearsal and the show's on Saturday.

- What? - You're gonna be great!

Oh, Dani, this is Milton Hayes.

Milton owns this lovely B&B.

Milton somehow let our book club

talk him into having our event here.

Why, it's like

you've curated the past into every corner.

Mm.

The decanter... is that a Richard Bell?

Early-1900s style.

Though, I like to pretend

that Fred Astaire once kept his best Scotch in it.

Oh, ignore that!

The electrical wiring in this place

is as ancient as the hills.

Gives some folks a start,

but just means the heat turned on.

- Oh. - Oh! Dani--

that's Carol Crosby.

She's written the best-selling Lizzie Borden book

in the past 20 years.

Yes...

too bad she's a "not guilty".

Oh, r-right.

That's a thing with, uh, Borden murder buffs.

You're either in the "Lizzie is guilty" camp

or the "Lizzie is not guilty" camp.

- Which one are you? - Neither.

No, it's the one mystery I've delved into

that I think is genuinely unsolvable.

Oh.

Jennifer Shannon!

Giving up on a mystery? Are there pigs flying outside?

Lizzie was only eight years old

when her stepmother gave her this.

They were actually quite close-- rumors to the contrary.

Hmm. You know, I've never seen "Abby"

spelled with an "-i-e"

in any of the books I've read about the case.

No, but that's how Abby herself spelled it.

It's in the Rebello--

what we experts like to call the "bible"

for Borden studies.

Oh... and this clock was on the mantel,

the night of the murders.

Locked away as evidence for decades.

Look... you can still see a few blood splatters on there.

This is cookware from Maplecroft...

where Lizzie stayed after she was acquitted.

Ah.

And this...

...this is a sampler that she made.

"What is a home without a father?"

Honestly...

would someone who embroidered this

just turn around and murder her father?

I say, yes, she would, and she did!

You picked the right person

to play cranky old Andrew Borden.

What do you mean?

He's showing us his soft side today.

Dani, these two like to tease each other.

This is Isaac,

he is the Mr. Borden to my Mrs. Borden.

- Ah. - We always stay

after book club and discuss cases.

And the centerpiece of my collection--

a first-edition

of Edwin Porter's Fall River Tragedy.

Oh, it's in beautiful condition.

It must be very rare.

Not as rare as it was once thought.

That's true.

There was a rumor that Lizzie bought up all the copies,

except for a few,

and had them destroyed.

Well, like most rumors about Lizzie,

it was all nonsense.

Yes, there are still a few hundred in circulation,

but none of them have this--

...signed--

...not only by Edwin Porter, but also by Rufus Hilliard.

This is the only first edition in existence

that's signed by the Police Marshal, too.

I don't know why you won't accept

accept my offer for it.

I mean, four-- $4,000 is three times the market value.

Well, I've been offered $10,000, but I would never part with it.

Why not?

Porter knew Lizzie was guilty!

Hilliard knew Lizzie was guilty!

It belongs in the hands of someone who knows it, too.

You know no such thing--

unless you were a fly on the wall

in the Borden house in 1892.

Excuse me?

Uh, I was knocking, and no one answered,

so I thought I'd just let myself in.

Frank!

I'm so glad you're here.

Hey, Frank. It's good to see ya.

It's getting a little intense in here.

I think our work is done.

Murder mystery people are a different breed.

There is not one iota of physical evidence

against Lizzie!

Not one.

Right-- because she hid it all!

You-You know what that tells me?

The audience is going to be thrilled

that we are so passionate about this case.

Uh, everyone, I-I would like you to meet my friend.

This is Detective Frank Lynwood.

He's agreed to play the role of Marshal Hilliard.

It's very good of you to, uh, step in last minute.

Oh, thanks, uh, looking forward to--

Oh, yes, the police--

they searched the house from top to bottom.

Where would she have hidden the hatchet?

She lived there for over 20 years!

She knew that place inside out.

- Dad! - What?

You're embarrassing yourself.

Well, this whole thing is an embarrassment!

You know, I know I said I was all right

with the showing-both-sides approach,

but I'm not!

You're gonna have to find another Andrew Borden.

He'll be fine.

You know Isaac--

he-he blows hot,

but give him a few ticks to settle down,

and he'll be back-- he wants to play Andrew,

I promise you that.

I'll go talk to him.

Uh, hello?

I, uh, have a reservation here for tonight.

The name is Hilliard.

Oh, yes, uh, welcome, Mr. Hilliard.

Hey.

I thought I was playing Hilliard?

Oh, no, that's, heh, my actual name--

uh, Eric Hilliard.

I'm the great-grandson of Rufus Hilliard.

Ah!

You're the one who keeps trying to get me

to sell my Fall River Tragedy.

Is-- Is that the book? May I look at it?

Oh! No.

You may not!

Helen...

you should have warned me

that I would have to face several attempts

of people trying to get me to sell my prized possession!

Carol, please!

How was I to know who else made a reservation here this week?

I, uh...

I didn't mean to upset Ms. Crosby.

I-I did hear that she'd be here with the book,

and so I made the trip,

hoping to see it firsthand.

Well, it looks like our advertising worked.

Yeah, I, uh, I took an early flight.

I'd-I'd like to check in, if that's okay?

Oh, of course. Come into my office.

Thank you.

Now might be a good time to take an hour-long break.

Now, Mr. Hilliard,

do you have any high-wattage items

that you need to plug in?

Just, in your room,

a clothes iron or a blow dryer

could trip the breaker for the entire house.

Yeah, no, I'm good.

Ah, very good. Very good. Right this way.

Thanks.

Buy ya a coffee?

Yeah.

I know I said I'd try something new.

I just didn't think it was a miniature coffee.

It's espresso, Frank.

It's small, and bitter,

and people have very strong opinions about it--

kind of like Lizzie Borden.

Right.

So, what was all that about hidden evidence?

Oh, it was interesting.

There was no direct evidence against Lizzie.

No blood on her clothes,

no murder weapon anywhere in the house.

And I'm sure no fingerprints.

Didn't have that kind of crime detection

until the 20th century.

And they didn't know how to contain a crime scene.

They let dozens of people walk through the house,

even touch the bodies.

The case against Lizzie was circumstantial.

The argument was,

because she was the only one in the house

at the time of the murders, nobody else could've done it,

but the jury didn't buy it.

Sounds like there was plenty of room for reasonable doubt.

Not to Isaac.

He has zero doubt that Lizzie did it,

and it seems to be very personal to him.

Yeah, I get it.

You know, a lot of cops are the same--

they don't want to let it go. - Mm.

Right.

It's good, right?

Ahem.

It's-It's-- It's so good.

- Okay? - Yeah, thanks, Jenn.

Oh, I hope this doesn't mean

that everyone is still in their corners.

Jenn!

Oh, good, and your detective friend is back.

Thank goodness. We were just looking for you both.

My book is gone. Someone stole it!

You, sir, are harboring a thief in this establishment.

I--

The Porter book is missing?

Mm. I took it up to my room.

I came downstairs to get some tea,

and when I went back up,

the door to my room was wide open,

and the book was gone!

Okay, everyone, take a breath.

Somebody probably just brought it downstairs

and laid it somewhere...

so why don't you look down here,

and Jenn and I will go upstairs, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Uh, you go that way, I'll go this way.

Okay.

Oh. Eric, right?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah. - Yeah, um...

have you seen the Porter book? It seems to have gone missing.

Um, no. No.

Oh...

Isaac?

Oh!

Frank!

What?

I can't find a pulse!

Here we go again.

I just saw Eric Hilliard leave this room.

Did he go downstairs, or--?

I don't know, I didn't see which way he went.

- Okay, okay. - Okay.

Somebody call an ambulance!

Oh, Isaac... Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I was hoping the Medical Examiner

would tell me it was an accident.

No, it wasn't.

I saw the signs of a struggle--

tear on his shirt, bruises on his wrist.

Yeah, this is officially a homicide investigation.

You say you caught Eric Hilliard?

I did. Let's go.

Is this necessary? Hey, hey.

Have a seat.

Look.

I had no idea anyone was in that room.

I didn't see a soul-- I swear it.

I'll admit, it took me a moment to notice Isaac.

Isaac? That was his name?

Isaac Simmons.

Did you know him?

What? No.

I just got here.

I was trying to get some coffee.

I...

spilled some on myself,

and I got embarrassed when I saw you.

I just wanted to get back to my room to change.

I did see spilled coffee in the room.

Well, he was changing, when I found him.

He wasn't trying to run.

I'm gonna have to take that shirt.

Go ahead.

I asked for the owner of the place

to be brought to me,

and they say he's not in the building.

I think I might know where he is.

Bag that shirt.

Uh... hello?

What about me?

Milton?

Milton, I'm so sorry.

I know how much Isaac meant to you.

I, uh--

13 years, I was friends with Isaac.

Most of them, anyway.

Lost track of him for a while, when I lost my wife.

I heard it was more like you asked him to go away.

I did.

And he'd be the first to say he deserved it.

And...

the first to say it was...

water under the bridge.

And...

...the first to thank me

for being there for him when he lost his wife.

I'm sorry.

I was told you arrested someone?

We're holding someone... for now.

I need to know

what kind of security surveillance

you have here.

I don't spot any cameras.

There aren't any.

When my wife and I got the idea

for a bed and breakfast,

we wanted people to feel like they were...

back in a different era,

and cameras would spoil that effect.

That explains why

there's no key card security system either.

Yes. Well, also,

the electrical wiring couldn't handle it,

so we use the most accurate-to-the-period keys

we can find.

I give each guest a key when they check in,

and there's a duplicate

of each of those keys on this ring,

which I keep in my pocket at all times.

What do you do if a guest loses a key?

You make another duplicate?

I usually just replace the doorknob,

which comes with a new set of keys.

Are there any keys missing on that ring right now?

No. Uh, five spare keys for five guest rooms,

plus the sitting room key.

Okay. Well, you need to keep that sitting room locked

until the investigation is over.

Okay.

I just need the keys...

for about an hour-- to dust for prints.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Also, I'm gonna have a tech look at Carol Crosby's room,

to see if there's any sign of tampering with the locks.

Just like the real Lizzie.

They say she didn't cry a drop

after her father was killed.

Excuse me? Isaac wasn't my father.

He was my stepfather.

You followed Isaac

when he got upset and left the room.

Did you find him?

Yeah.

He was in that little room, upstairs.

I asked him what his problem was.

He told me not to worry about it,

so I didn't.

I went out back, into the garden.

- Ah! Detective Lynwood. - Yes?

I am not insensitive to the life-and-death situation

that you're dealing with here,

but I need to know

that you haven't forgotten about my book.

Mm. I told the officers on my detail

to keep an eye out for it.

- Tch! - All right.

Now... I'm gonna have to ask you all a few questions,

but, uh, first, just gonna need a minute...

...and, uh, just hang tight.

I want you to make sure

that none of these people talk to each other.

I don't want them comparing notes.

Well, it doesn't look like anything but coffee

on Eric Hilliard's shirt.

I'll send it to the lab anyway.

You know, Eric said he didn't know Isaac,

but when he heard Isaac's name, he had a funny reaction.

Did you notice that?

They might have a history, for all we know.

You know, I'm keeping him at the station,

till I find out more.

In the meantime,

I need to interview everyone here separately.

I left the Porter book on the nightstand in my bedroom.

I wanted some tea...

to calm my nerves.

So, I locked the door,

I came downstairs to the kitchen,

I ran into Helen.

I was looking for Isaac.

I got distracted.

There was a plate of molasses cookies.

I'm a nervous eater, so...

then Carol comes in.

She tells me she wants to pull out of the event.

I told her I wanted her to stick to her commitment.

We sat on the patio

and talked for about 10 minutes or so.

She said she would think about it,

and then she went upstairs.

Then when I went back upstairs, the door to my room was open.

The book was gone-- vanished.

Then I heard her scream, so I hurried on up.

She said the book was gone.

So, we came down to the parlor to look for it and...

That's when you came in.

I was in my office, checking in Eric Hilliard,

chatting about the Borden case, of course.

Then I... showed him to his room.

I was halfway up the stairs to look for Isaac,

when my phone rang.

It was someone wanting to make a reservation,

so I went back.

Did you see Isaac at all during that time?

No! And if I had, I would have avoided him.

He was quite hostile to me-- as you saw yourself.

After my stepdad told me not to worry about him,

I went out back, called my friend,

and that's it.

Well, you seem to be the youngest member

of the book club, by far.

I guess.

I'm 21.

I would see the books for the club

lying around the house.

Started reading them, too.

I especially liked the ones where a woman is the killer.

Hey.

Hi.

Are you okay?

Yeah. I'm okay.

I'm sorry.

And I'm sorry

I didn't get to have dinner with you.

That's okay.

I'll make you breakfast, if you want?

Don't you have work?

Mm, I'll go in later.

Oh. Breakfast sounds wonderful.

Oh, that's Isaac's stepdaughter.

I want to check on her.

Sierra?

Are you okay?

Yes.

No. I don't know.

My dad's car's still here,

and I don't know if I'm even allowed to drive it, or--

The police officers over there, they can take you home, okay?

And I'll help you figure the rest out tomorrow.

Let's get this picked up, okay?

Sierra...

...what are you doing with the Porter book?

Oh, Sierra... you poor girl.

All right!

We have...

scrambled eggs--

Wow.

- ...toast-- - Oh!

...and fresh juice, for you.

Oh, Jason, this looks lovely.

Oh!

- I love you. - I love you.

This is so sweet.

So, how are you? You okay?

- I'm fine. - Yeah?

I'm just happy to be here with you.

- It's work. - Mm.

But...

I'm going to ignore it

until...

I finish having breakfast with my beautiful wife.

So, what happened with this girl?

Oh, Sierra?

That's a good question.

Frank was gonna hold her overnight

and interview her this morning.

- Mm. - Hey!

Hey, Logan.

- Brought Dad's tools back. - Oh.

You took my tools?

Who's that?

Oh, Sierra Morris.

Sadly, her stepfather was murdered yesterday.

Do you know her?

No, but...

I recognize that girl in the photo with her.

That's-- That's the barista

from the coffee place near my apartment.

Well, she looks pretty friendly with Sierra.

I'm so sorry, hon', I gotta deal with this.

It's okay.

And I am... taking this, too.

No, no, no, no.

- Hey, Dani! - Hey, good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning!

- Hi! - Hi. I got your message.

You have a research project for me?

Yeah. Well, I was thinking

about Carol Crosby's "Lizzie" memorabilia,

and something just doesn't seem right.

I did have some questions

about the provenance of that clock.

Mm. It's the silver-plated cup that's bugging me.

Can I see

that photo you took? - Yeah.

There.

Ah... see?

Mm-hmm.

- What am I looking at? - See how

the letters are uniform and the etching is shallow?

Oh, yeah...

that was machine-engraved!

Mm-hmm...

and machine engraving was not a thing in 1868.

They did everything by hand.

You mean the cup is a fake?

Yes, the cup is a fake.

So, I was thinking

we should check out Carol's other memorabilia,

and see if it's fraudulent, as well,

and... that's why I called you.

Oh! Well, I'd be happy to look into it for you.

Sierra, you have the right to an attorney.

Have you called one yet?

I think they gave you a list of public defenders?

I don't want an attorney.

I told you, I have no idea how the book got in my bag.

I left the bag in the bathroom,

where I planned to change after.

Anyone could've put it there.

So, tell me about your relationship

with your dad-- your stepdad.

How long have you lived with him?

Since I was nine.

Why?

So, would you say you guys are pretty tight?

Sometimes.

Depending on what's going on.

Mm. So...

what's been going on, lately?

Mostly the Lizzie Borden thing.

I didn't want to do it, at first.

Did Isaac pressure you into doing it?

No. No, he-- he thought it would help me.

Thought it would "cheer" me up.

Playing a famous axe murderer to cheer you up?

You know my mom died, right?

Yes. Jennifer Shannon told me

your stepfather was recently a widower.

As of not even four months ago.

So, he became a widower...

...and I became an orphan.

Can I go home?

I'm trying not to let my sympathy for Sierra,

and everything she's been through,

cloud my judgement.

Well, I'm assigning someone to follow her.

But get this--

the only prints on Carol's book...

are Carol's,

and there's no prints on Milton's keys

except Milton's.

Really? Huh. If I didn't know better,

I'd wonder if Milton took the book.

Well... I'm wondering.

Well...

even if Milton had a deep, dark side,

he is part of a murder mystery book club.

I-I don't think he would leave his fingerprints on the keys.

I think he would wipe them off

to make you think the thief wiped them off.

Fair enough.

But...

the way I see it is,

is that either the person who shoved the book in the bag

wore gloves, or--

Or Carol Crosby hid the book.

That's what I was gonna say.

But why did you just say it?

Because Carol has been trafficking in fraud.

Take a look at this.

Machine-engraved.

Wasn't available in 1868, when the real cup was made.

Mm, so she's passing fake collectibles off

as the real deal? - Yeah, well,

maybe she doesn't know they're fake,

or maybe she's having fraudulent items

made for herself.

For example-- - The Porter book?

Exactly.

Look, if this book plays into Isaac's murder--

Uh-- are we sure it does?

Because, if the book belongs to Carol,

why not go after Carol?

I don't see the reasoning in killing Isaac.

Maybe Isaac is the one who stole the book?

He wanted to buy it from Carol.

He was really upset

that she wouldn't sell it to him.

Okay.

We need to confirm

that this book is the real deal, okay?

So...

can you authenticate it?

Contrary to popular belief, Frank,

I do not have "rare book" superpowers.

Mm.

However, I do have a friend who's a rare book dealer,

and he owes me a favor.

Well, if you ask me, that is a superpower.

I'll text him right now.

Good.

Hey.

So, I just looked up the Porter book online.

It's valuable, but it's not that valuable.

This one here--

it's $1,200 on an auction site, but it's not signed.

Well, Isaac offered Carol $4,000.

Eric offered her $10,000.

Do you think that's valuable enough for motive?

All right.

Is it possible

that an unknown person came into the B&B,

broke into Carol's room while we were gone,

Isaac saw them, confronted them, and...

that's why he was killed?

The intruder theory.

That's the theory

that people who think Lizzie is innocent

believe in--

no matter how far-fetched.

But why is it far-fetched here?

Well, if somebody broke into the house

to steal the book,

why put it in Sierra's bag?

Why not just take it out with them?

Okay... yeah.

And if there was an intruder in the house,

how did they go unnoticed,

with everybody moving from room to room?

That's fair. Yeah.

It's like the Borden murders--

it's a locked-room mystery.

Meaning, there's...

no way anyone else could have done it

except the people who were there,

which is, again-- exactly how many people?

Five.

Okay, I don't have the resources

to tail five people--

not with all the rounds of budget cuts

we've been dealing with the last five years.

Oh, wait.

I have an idea

how you can keep an eye on everybody all at once.

Okay.

We move forward with the reenactment!

This book seems to be authentic.

Great. How can you authenticate the signatures?

I'd start with

the Fall River Historical Society.

Um, I've dealt with them on a Porter signature before,

and this one seems genuine.

Rufus Hilliard-- I don't know...

but if I can get a photo of the signature,

I'll reach out to my contact there.

Shoot away. We appreciate the assist.

Hey, everyone.

Hey, um...

you're, uh, you're friends with that detective guy, right?

Uh-huh.

What happens to the book now?

It stays in police custody.

So, everyone got my text message?

- Mm. - What do you think?

How about continuing with the reenactment?

We could do it in memory of Isaac.

Well, I would like to move forward...

donate the money we've raised to the food bank.

Carol?

What do you think?

Well, I have to wait

for the police to return my book anyway,

so I might as well stay and see it through.

Milton?

I know Isaac's death has been really hard on you.

Would you like us to find another venue?

We can do it here...

on one condition.

We dramatize only one killer--

Lizzie Borden.

For Isaac.

Carol? Please... do not make a fuss.

Not after everything that's happened.

Fine!

But don't blame me

if some of my fans show up and complain.

Thank you.

Now, what about the cast?

I don't know if we have a Lizzie Borden anymore.

Mm-hmm.

I called Sierra.

She said she would think about it.

Oh.

And, of course, we don't have an Andrew Borden.

Eric, would you like to play Andrew Borden?

Yeah, sure.

I've been asked not to leave town, so...

Well, it's not just those two.

Our "Bridget Sullivan" and our "Officer Fleet"

are all shaken up by what happened to Isaac.

Neither of them want any part of this.

Carol, why don't you play Bridget?

Bridget Sullivan was a witness for the prosecution, so, no.

Hmph.

Besides, I want to be free

to focus on my own book-signing, after the event.

Unless you plan to strip me of that,

in honor of Mr. Simmons, too?

Okay.

I could ask my friend Dani to play Bridget.

Does anyone here think

I have something to do with my dad being dead?

No! Honey.

No-no-no-no, no. O-Of course not.

What about you?

Do you think I stole your book?

Well, if you say you didn't, then I'll take your word for it,

unless the police prove otherwise.

So, I thought about it.

Um...

Yeah. I'll do it.

I'll still play Lizzie.

Great!

Oh! That is so great.

Thank you, Sierra.

Well, it looks like we're all set.

Maybe we should do a rehearsal when Frank gets here?

Frank?

As in... Detective Frank Lynwood?

Yes.

Yes, as in my friend, Frank,

who's playing Police Marshal Hilliard, remember?

Well, your friend locked me in a jail cell last night, so...

if he's in, I'm out.

Um, yeah...

I don't really want

the detective who'd like to prove I committed a crime

standing around watching my every move, so...

count me out, too.

Frank?

Did you get the autopsy report for Isaac?

Oh, and did you meet the new Coroner--

Trammel's son?

Yeah, he's great.

Doesn't hit the puns exactly like his dad,

but he's pretty good. - Ah.

So, cause of death--

there's a trauma to the temple,

which caused his skull to be fractured.

Oh, no. Any hypothetical weapon?

Well, if you consider furniture with a sharp edge

to be a weapon--

yeah, it's, uh...

the Coroner is thinking

that the coffee table's the culprit.

Well, is it possible

that Isaac could've accidentally fell

and hit the coffee table?

No, it's doubtful.

He has a bruised neck and chest,

which indicates he was pushed.

When was the time of death?

Well, according to the report...

you found him almost 10 minutes after he was killed.

Hey, Logan!

What are you two up to? - Hi!

Well, I asked Logan to stop by,

'cause we're looking for some supporting evidence

for Carol Crosby's embroidery sampler.

And, uh, look what we just found.

So, the photo Dani has

is exactly like three of the same ones

sold on different craft sites.

One fake item in a collection

could be an accident, but two?

Exactly. At this point,

it feels less like a collection, and more like a cover story.

Well, Logan, honey, thank you for your help.

Yeah, no problem.

After dinner the other night,

I got curious about the whole Lizzie Borden thing,

and watched a documentary on her.

It's interesting stuff.

Mm.

- See you later, honey. - See ya.

That is just so weird that he said that,

because I watched a documentary on Lizzie Borden, too.

Oh!

Well, if you've been bit by the Borden bug,

maybe you would've said "yes"

to playing the maid in our reenactment?

Well, that would've depended entirely on the costume.

Oh, no. Maids' costumes are not glamorous, Dani.

More's the pity.

So, you had to cancel because of Isaac?

No. Basically, I had to cancel

because the entire cast went on strike.

Hmm.

- Hey, Jenn. - Jason?

You're home early, and it's not even dark out yet.

Permits are all sewn up,

the client's concerns are addressed,

ground is broken,

so I thought

I'd cook dinner for my beautiful wife.

Will wonders never cease?

And there are more wonders ahead.

Mm?

I've decided to take a few days off

so we can bask in the luxury of our empty nest.

Well, that is not a wonder.

That... is a marvel.

Mm.

Go away!

Seriously, if we stay still, they'll go away.

They will.

You gotta be kidding me.

They're not going away.

Oh, hey, Frank.

Sierra slipped our tail for a couple hours today.

I think you were right

when you said the best way to keep eyes on everyone

was to keep them involved in the reenactment.

But they won't do it, if you're involved.

So I won't be.

But Jenn, I-I need you to be my eyes inside the B&B.

Let me get this straight, Frank.

You're asking my wife

to, uh, rub elbows

with your pool of murder suspects,

and you're not even gonna be there to protect her?

I'll have officers stationed at the door at all times.

And I'm guessing you're gonna say yes?

Well, of course, I'm gonna say yes!

I owe it to Isaac.

Jason, honey, I can handle it.

I know you can. You always do.

But I'm the one that worries.

Wait.

If Frank can't be there, maybe I can.

I could sell tickets or snacks, or something.

Oh... you could take Eric's role as Andrew Borden.

Since you can't be the Police Marshal,

I bet he would love to play his great-grandfather.

And I'll ask Dani

if she wants to play Bridget the maid.

Hey.

- Logan, hey. - Hi, honey.

I was at the coffee shop and I saw Sierra Morris.

- Oh... - Yeah, she was

talking to that friend that works there,

and, um, here, listen to this.

I don't know what's with my mom

giving him control of my trust fund

until I'm 25.

It's, like, didn't she know him?

He'd only give me money if I did what he wanted.

My own money!

Guess you don't have to worry about that anymore.

Nope. Problem solved.

Logan.

Did you record these people without their permission?

Yeah, like...

Well, is it my fault if I accidentally hit "record"

when I placed my phone down?

Yeah...

accidents happen.

Honey.

Ha. That apple doesn't fall far from that tree,

now, does it?

Next thing you know, Logan's gonna wanna

sign up to be part of the reenactment

and, uh, try and protect you, too.

Frank...

No.

Hey, no, no. That was a joke.

What?

Can you believe how eager Logan was

to join the reenactment?

Frank was right-- like mother, like son.

You know, I only got involved in this

to protect you,

and now, I gotta figure out a way

how to protect my kid and you at the same time.

Well, Logan is not a kid-- he's a very sharp young man,

and, to be honest,

you are the one I'm worried about.

Moi?

Yeah. You're playing Andrew Borden.

The last person who did that met a terrible ending,

just like the real Andrew Borden.

And half the time, you'll be downstairs,

lying on the couch, playing dead,

and half the time, I'll be lying on the floor upstairs,

playing dead.

Well, how about...

we find a closet to meet in,

check each other's pulse,

make sure we're still alive?

I mean, you're gonna be wearing that dress, right?

You're so bad!

I know!

Goodnight.

Here we go.

Good morning, Lizzie.

How are you feeling?

Jenn? Sorry.

Is there any way I can

get something to just jazz up this boring costume?

Oh. A little "Dani flair"?

- Yeah! - What were you thinking?

I don't know, maybe--

We're supposed to be rehearsing.

Sorry. Sorry,

Ahem.

Uh... good morning, Lizzie!

How are you feeling?

A little better,

but I don't think I want any breakfast.

Well, I've already made

the bed in the guest room your Uncle John slept in,

but I need to go back up

and put on some fresh pillow shams.

I'm going to go out back and feed the pigeons.

Ah.

Oh! There you are, Bridget.

I want you to wash the windows, inside and out.

They're awfully dirty.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh... you can ignore that.

It happens all the time.

Right.

Ahem!

Well, my dear, I suppose I'm--

...feeling well enough to go downtown.

Oh--

It's "downstreet."

No one in Fall River would say "downtown."

Gotcha. Um...

I'm heading downstreet now.

Ahh!

Husbands and wives

did not show affection in the Victorian Age.

Got it. Sorry.

- Yeah. - Exiting.

Okay.

Now, uh...

Oh! This is where I grab the pillow shams

to take upstairs...

except I need to find the pillow shams.

I'm sorry about your stepfather.

This can't be easy for you-- going through with this,

pretending to kill your stepmother.

It's pretty weird, yeah...

Yeah.

...but, from what I've read,

Lizzie thought Abby was a two-faced liar, so...

should we really feel sorry for Abby?

Hi! You've reached Jenn.

Leave a message.

Jenn, Logan's info was on the money.

Isaac was in control of her trust fund,

with assets up to $1.4 million.

I got a hold of her, uh, juvenile records.

She was arrested when she was 17.

Her and her boyfriend got in a fight.

She threw a glass bowl, hit him in the head.

You know, he dropped the charges,

but still, okay?

Sierra Morris clearly has a very violent temper, okay?

You all need to be very careful.

Ahh!

I don't think you're supposed to scream.

Don't they say no one heard Abby scream?

Jenn?

- Yes? - You okay?

I'm-I'm fine. I'm fine. Gee, I didn't--

I didn't see Sierra come in.

She surprised me.

You-- you make a very convincing axe murderess.

Thanks. I'm trying.

Yeah, she's almost a little too convincing.

Yeah, maybe.

I gotta say, I was regretting the whole decision yesterday,

after what I found out about Sierra.

She certainly had motive.

Also, I got her cell phone records.

She did talk to her friend-- like she said--

but it was only for 11 minutes.

So, that means there was a whole 20 to 30 minutes

unaccounted for, when we were gone.

Where was she?

That's a good point.

We should establish a timeline

and find out where Sierra and the others were

when the murder happened.

Yes, 'cause I am unclear

what Carol Crosby was doing, either.

My tech says there's no sign of tampering

on the lock.

It's bothering me that she said

she went downstairs for tea, when,

just 10 feet from her door, was tea,

in the room where Simmons was killed.

Oh, I see.

Oh?

You are wondering if Carol Crosby

was trying to establish an alibi

by going downstairs to talk to Helen?

You've deduced my deduction.

Hmm!

And I was also thinking she staged the whole book theft

to throw suspicion off herself.

Diversion tactic.

Well, that would explain

why there's no explanation how somebody got in her room.

And why there's no prints on the book but hers.

Hmm.

The one thing I don't have on her

is a solid motive.

Now, that argument that we saw, with Isaac and her,

was pretty weak.

I'll see what I can dig up on her.

Well, today's our last rehearsal

before the event tomorrow.

I will brief the troops

and see what we can find out.

Cheers to non-miniature coffee.

No more miniature coffee,

'cause that tiny cup

looked very dwarfed by your giant hands.

That's an understatement.

Today, we need to focus on our timeline...

see where our suspects were

the hour that Frank and I were having coffee.

Yeah, at this point,

it seems like each of them had an opportunity.

That's true,

so we need to talk to all of them.

I'll have Dani talk to Carol about her collection,

see what she might reveal.

Logan, your scenes are with Eric Hilliard,

so see what you can find out there.

Helen and Milton might've caught a glimpse of something

here and there, so, maybe you could talk to them.

But we really need to focus on Sierra--

get her talking, find out what she was doing

20 minutes before I found Isaac's body.

She claims she was out back.

Okay, let's grab our costumes and get moving.

- Mm. - Mm!

Oh, these really are good! - Mm-hmm!

So, you said you were looking for Isaac

when you came in the kitchen,

and you found these?

Did you see anyone besides Carol, at that time?

Yeah... just Milton.

He was pecking away at his computer in his office

when I got here.

He was still at it

when I went up to Carol's room after.

Hmm.

Oh, hi, Carol. - Hi.

So, Sierra's bag was found in there.

Strange how your book wound up in it.

Any theories on how that might've happened?

You've embellished your costume.

Oh, you noticed?

I thought it could use a little pizzazz.

Hmm. Though, an Irish maid

wouldn't wear lace while carrying coal

or washing windows, now, would she?

She might.

This is beautiful architecture.

Oh, uh, yes. Yes.

Ahem.

Huh. Great office.

Well, thank you.

Hey, um, I-I hate to ask.

The day that Isaac...

Did-Did you see anyone?

See anyone?

Didn't see anyone.

I-I get tunnel vision when I'm on my computer.

Right.

But if I had seen someone,

I'd have told them not to go looking for Isaac,

not when he had his dander up, like he did.

So, he had a-a temper?

Well...

only when he wasn't in control of a situation.

I used to joke with him about it. Heh.

I'd say, "You're gonna give yourself a heart attack!"

You know-- "Control freaks die early."

Uh--

Okay, how's this?

The maid, Bridget Sullivan,

was down by 6:30.

Yeah.

Yeah. You know, this is so cool.

To stand in my great-grandfather's shoes...

You must feel like you're living in his shadow?

Big time.

You know, I'm writing a book about him and the Borden case.

You know, I just thought

that if I could buy the Porter book

with his signature, it'd be like...

I don't know.

A sign?

That I was on the right track?

Like... like the old man was smiling down on me.

How did you find out that the book is here?

Oh, uh, somebody on a Lizzie Borden message board

told me.

This guy was interested in the book, too.

Hello!

Ah!

I'm looking for Jennifer Shannon?

Hey, Mom? Yeah?

Someone's here to see you.

Norman! Hello.

I tried to call,

tell you what I found out about the book,

but there was no answer.

Oh, I left my phone upstairs.

Um, let's go someplace where we can talk privately.

Did you hear back about the Rufus Hilliard signature?

I did,

and according to the Fall River Historical Society,

the signature in the book you showed me

is not genuine.

Well, you'd think I wouldn't be surprised,

but I am.

Thank you for coming all this way to tell me.

Jenn, they told me something else--

five days ago, they got another inquiry

about whether it was known

if Rufus Hilliard had ever signed

a first-edition Fall River Tragedy...

by someone named Isaac Simmons.

Bye, fellas!

Have a nice evening.

Isaac knew

the Hilliard signature was a fake.

He basically knew Carol Crosby was a fraud!

And maybe he confronted her, threatened to expose her,

and--

Frank, I think someone's eavesdropping on me.

Jenn... wait!

I'll be there in four minutes. Wait till I get there.

I just want to take a look.

I'll call you back.

Hello?

Hello?

Sweetie, let me call you an ambulance.

- If he doesn't, I will! - Look, you guys,

I know you're trying to take care of me,

but I don't think any serious damage was done.

Honey, you said you were knocked out!

I said I "saw stars".

Besides, I don't want the suspects

to know what happened.

Let's see if anyone's surprised to see me walk out of here.

Hon', you sure about this?

Where is everyone?

There.

Took the trash cans to the curb.

If they don't come empty them before the show tomorrow--

Milton?

Yes?

I thought I made it very clear that the sitting room upstairs

is part of an active investigation,

and needs to remain locked at all times.

It is locked, as-as far as I know.

No, it isn't locked right now,

and I've had the key to unlock it

in my possession the last three days.

And as far as I know,

you are the only one with the spare.

I'd like to see it.

I poked myself in the leg with it.

It-It-It's on the desk.

I distinctly remember setting them here.

I--

There is no key ring on your desk.

Carol?

Carol, what are you doing with that?

Oh! Isn't it amazing?

I'm certain it's a bed-warming pan.

I found it in the bathroom downstairs.

I want to show it to Helen.

Carol... I need you to put that thing down on the counter.

Right there.

What? Why?

Um, excuse me?

Can anyone tell me

why I just found these keys sitting in the middle of my bed?

What's going on?

What did I miss?

Are you sure you're okay, Mom?

I can get in the car

and be there in, like, three hours.

Hannah, I promise, I'm okay.

I just have a little headache.

I really wish your brother didn't call you

and worry you.

Look, I needed her to talk me down.

She's good at it.

Oh, Logan!

Taking care of your mother! Don't worry, Hannah.

Yeah, too late.

But, okay, I will call you in the morning,

and if you want me to come, I will be there.

I love you guys so much.

- We love you, Hannah! - Love you, Banana.

Bye!

- Thank you! - I'm... taking care of ya.

- What? - Yeah.

It's water.

Ice.

Oh, for goodness' sake! I'm fine, you guys!

Mm.

Okay.

Whoever was eavesdropping on me

had time to duck into Milton's office...

and take the keys,

but only if they knew there were keys there to take.

Who had possession of the keys?

Eric Hilliard.

Does anyone else believe that he found them on his bed?

Does anyone believe

that Carol just "happened" to find the bed warmer...

in the bathroom?

Well, they didn't seem surprised to see me downstairs,

nor did Helen, or Milton, for that matter.

Well, the one suspect that didn't see you downstairs?

Sierra.

So, what were you two talking about

before you got hit in the head?

Oh, I was telling Frank

that the Hilliard signature was fake.

And Carol Crosby

would not want anyone else to know about that.

No. Mm.

I don't know.

Eric Hilliard seemed to think that that book,

with his great-granddad's signature,

had some kind of magic powers to make his dreams come true.

Hmm.

Excuse me.

Detective Lynwood.

Uh, y-yes, uh, Detective.

Uh, you said to call

if I remembered anything regarding my missing keys...?

And?

Well...

...Helen Ponder kept coming into my office

to ask about the reenactment.

Ah, you don't say?

M-Maybe I shouldn't have said.

I don't want to cast undue suspicion.

I-I certainly

didn't see her take the keys.

Well, it's probably nothing, but I appreciate the call.

Okay, well, we still have some gaps in our timeline,

so let's see if we can figure that out.

Well, Milton...

just told me that he saw

Helen hovering around

the keys that went missing from his desk.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Gosh, it's hard to imagine

Helen hitting me over the head with a bed warmer.

It's hard to imagine what Helen's motive might be

for killing Isaac.

But Carol? Carol is chock-full of motive.

Well...

if Isaac was threatening

to expose her Porter book as fraudulent,

then, yeah, it's a big-time motive.

But I think we can all agree

that Sierra had the strongest motive.

Getting control

of $1.4 million is a big motive, but, um...

Milton did say that Isaac had "anger" issues.

Of course, he could've been lying.

No, Isaac was a hothead.

Well, at the end of the day, the book

was in Sierra's bag,

even if her prints weren't on it.

Oh! And if she knew that Isaac wanted the book,

maybe she took it as leverage,

to gain control of her trust fund?

Possibly.

But wasn't it you who once suggested

that it was Isaac who took the book?

Well...

yeah, I'm sure he was chomping at the bit

to expose Carol,

especially now that we know he suspected

the Hilliard signature was fake.

But to put it in Sierra's bag?

That's not a great "Dad" move.

Well, we now know it's not that hard

to swipe Milton's keys,

'cause he was clearly not

keeping them in his pocket the whole time.

The bigger problem--

just the lack of prints on the book.

So what if

Hilliard was the one who took the book?

So, maybe,

he was using the napkins

over near the coffee,

and Isaac, you know, saw him stealing the book,

and that would be...

you know, easy to provoke them to fight.

You know, which is,

you know, not too bad of a theory,

'cause then it helps me get around the fact

that Eric doesn't actually know Isaac.

Actually, I think he did.

Yeah, look.

Eric said he found out

that Carol and her book would be at the reenactment

from someone on a Lizzie Borden message board,

and I-I think I found the post he was talking about.

It's from a user named ISSLEUTH58.

That's Isaac!

He always called himself "the armchair sleuth."

Yeah, I did a search of all of his posts,

and I found a lot of back-and-forth

between him and someone who said

he's related to Rufus Hilliard.

Hmm!

So, Eric and Isaac were Internet buddies.

Huh.

That's, uh... that's pretty impressive, Logan.

They talked about Carol Crosby, and her Porter book, a lot.

- So, we're back to the book. - Mm.

The book that everybody wants.

Yeah.

The book that everybody wants...

oh!

I have an idea how we can use the book

as bait to track the killer.

What?

See you around. - Where's everyone going?

People are lining up so early!

Frank, what's going on?

Who are all these people?

Half these people don't even have tickets.

They just want to get inside

to see where a real murder happened.

You mean Isaac's murder?

They're not here for the B-Borden mystery?

My officers are gonna handle it,

but, right now,

Book Bait underway.

Right.

Okay, let's go.

Okay. I am gonna give the book back to Miss Crosby.

Oh!

But I don't think

it's a good idea to display it today.

It's too risky.

But all of our publicity

promised a first-edition Fall River Tragedy

being here today.

No, no, he's right. Too risky.

I'll take it to my room.

It already disappeared from your room once.

Oh.

So, to ensure the safety of this book

during the reenactment,

I called Milton last night

and attained an empty guest room,

which will be under lock and key--

a key that will remain in my possession...

along with Milton's spare keys...

...which seem to have the ability

to wander off on their own.

Yeah, question.

So, the book is gonna be in an empty guest room?

Yes.

Hold up.

I meant what I said.

I'm not gonna do this thing

if Mr. Detective-Man

is in here, getting up in our business.

Don't worry, I won't be inside during the event.

Gonna be outside, for security purposes.

In case you haven't noticed,

there's a bunch of morbid curiosity-seekers outside,

hoping to get in.

Just like the day of the Borden murders!

People surrounded the house, trying to get in.

Right.

Are you sure

there's no other spare key for this room,

other than what's on this ring?

I'm sure.

Helen?

What are you doing here?

Oh, I, uh--

...just wanted to make sure that book was truly safe.

I felt so badly when it went missing.

I was the one that talked Carol into bringing it here today.

All right.

There you go.

The book should be safe and secure.

Mm? Sound good?

Yes. Looks good.

Perhaps I was right to give you that call about her.

Okay.

Okay.

We're all clear on the plan?

Whichever one of us is not in a scene

is to keep an eye on the door to that guest room at all times,

from the stairs.

And if we see anyone near the door,

we will text you.

All right, if you need me, I'll be right outside.

And Dani? You're on the door first.

Okay.

This feels like old times!

We're back.

We haven't done this in such a long time!

It's been very interesting, watching you work.

You're so good.

But, sweetie,

there's still a killer in this house...

and they had no problem taking a swing at you.

I'm worried that we've waved the red cape in front of a bull,

and you're gonna be upstairs all by yourself.

The book is the red cape, not me.

Uh, Milton's about to open the doors.

Let's all take our places!

It's showtime.

Be safe.

Okay.

All right!

Only people with tickets.

All right. See your ticket? Thank you.

Got your ticket?

All right, excellent. Thank you. Good.

Well, good afternoon, everyone,

and welcome to a production

of the Mystery Lovers' Book Club--

the Borden Murders Edition.

We dedicate this reenactment

to a founding member,

and our dear friend...

Isaac Simmons.

Oh! Heh, heh.

It is just the wiring in this building.

There's no need to pay it any mind.

Okay, well, enjoy the show.

Hello.

As Police Marshal of Fall River,

I hereby deputize this assembly

to assist my officers

in the investigation of the Borden homicides.

If you agree, say "I do."

I do!

Good!

Now, August 4th, 1892

was another hot day in Fall River, and...

at 92 Second Street,

the Borden family was up early

and feeling better,

after being sick the day before.

The maid-- Bridget Sullivan--

was down by 6:30, to start breakfast.

Oh, Bridget, there you are.

I'd like you to wash the windows,

inside and out-- they're awfully dirty.

Yes, ma'am.

After breakfast,

Andrew and Abby remained in the parlor,

and that is where Lizzie saw them

when she first came downstairs that morning,

about a quarter to nine.

Oh, Lizzie. How are you feeling?

A little better,

but I don't think I want any breakfast.

Hmm. Well, I made up

the guest room where your Uncle John was staying,

but I have to go back upstairs

and change out the pillow shams.

Ah, it really is locked up.

Quite the relief.

I'm going to go out back

and feed the pigeons.

I'm going downstreet.

Andrew... is now downstreet,

and Bridget, outside, washing windows.

Abby is upstairs...

...alone, in the house with Lizzie.

Follow me.

- Are we going up? - That's great.

How's it going back there?

All clear back here.

Did anyone see that?

Here we go again.

Everyone, join us, as we see what happens next.

Jenn!

Jenn!

Come on!

Jenn!

Someone find the breaker box!

Clear the spectators out of here!

- Jason! - Thank God you're okay.

What's going on?

I don't know.

The lights went out, I panicked.

Wait. What--?

Who's watching the door?

It's wide open!

Oh, no.

The book is gone.

Someone intentionally tripped the breaker.

We looked through

every possible place we could think to look.

We can't find the Porter book.

You told me you'd keep it safe!

Frank, is there any chance

a spectator could've snuck it out?

We searched every bag that went out the door,

patted anyone with bulky clothes.

Nothing.

Frank...

I need to look in the linen closet upstairs.

Trust me, we've searched

every corner of every closet up there.

Indulge me.

Fine.

Frank!

I was right.

Right about what?

I know who killed Isaac.

Jenn?

Detective Lynwood asked me to corroborate

a theory you're working on, about who killed Isaac?

I really do hope you figured it out.

He told us he wanted to help us any way he can.

Well, Milton,

I think the best way you could help

is by showing Frank what's in your pocket.

I don't understand.

You gave Frank your key ring

with the spare keys to all the rooms.

Five rooms, five keys...

but I think...

...I think there's another key in your pocket.

Jenn? What?

What in the world are you talking about?

Milton, we know that Isaac figured out

the Hilliard signature was a fraud.

He wanted to discredit Carol.

You were his best friend. He had to have told you.

Helen saw you sitting in your office

before, and after, she went into the kitchen.

You had to be sitting there when Isaac came downstairs

to grab the Porter book off the mantel.

He didn't know Carol took it to her room,

and when you told him,

he asked you for your spare key to her room,

and I think you gave it to him.

I think you were expecting him

to bring the book back downstairs to you,

and when he didn't, you went up to get it.

No. No.

There's no way you can prove any of that.

I can prove that you're the person

who took the book today from the vacant room.

I happened to look in the linen closet yesterday.

I saw three doorknobs in this basket.

There are only two today.

You changed the doorknob to the vacant room

after we talked last night,

so you have the extra key.

It's not as though I went up to that room

spoiling for a fight.

I knew he wanted to expose Carol.

I thought it a worthy effort to be done privately,

but once he'd taken the book--

He wanted to expose her publicly.

He wanted to humiliate her.

I told him, if he wanted to go that way,

I was going to put the book back.

But he was so... inflexible!

Always had to have things his way.

Why...

did that obstinate fool not just...

give me back

the book?

So, you got

in a scuffle,

it got out of hand...

What is wrong with y--?

You shoved him... hard.

It was an accident.

You-- You can-- You can see that, right?

You hitting me in the head with a bed warmer

wasn't an accident, Milton.

Well, I couldn't have you figuring out

that I knew the truth about the Hilliard signature--

not until I could get my hands on the book myself.

Why?

Why did you still want the book?

So I could expose Carol...

publicly, like Isaac wanted.

I thought, if I could just do that--

just...

let him win the argument--

I'd be making it right, somehow.

I didn't want him to die.

It was an accident!

Okay, well, you can tell that to the D.A.

You're under arrest for the murder of Isaac Simmons.

Ah!

No! No!

- Stop! - Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Put it down.

You see this, Milton? Hmm?

Let her go.

I need to get out of here!

Milton! Milton, this is adrenaline talking.

I don't want to see you get hurt. Let me go.

I'm not going to prison! Not because of an accident!

Milton-- - Let her go.

Hey!

Get your hands off my wife!

Ohh!

Milton!

Put it down!

Hands up.

Where's the book?

Sorry the event went sideways.

Maybe another time you could give it a go.

Seems like there's a lot of public interest for it.

It's quite a plan you had there, Mrs. Shannon.

I'd say it was "nifty".

Well, thank you for your help, all of you.

Thanks, everyone.

- Bye, Frank. - See you.

I'm not so great at showing when I'm grateful...

...but I'm really glad you figured out

what happened to Dad.

We had our problems,

but he was the only Dad I remember having, so...

thank you.

Take care, Sierra.

- You too. - Okay.

Thanks.

And you...

you came to my rescue.

And I never wanna have to do it again.

Can we go home now, please?

Mm... just one thing.

What?

Um, I just wanna show everyone something.

Here it is-- hiding in plain sight.

Oh!

Um...

Carol, if you're willing to reconsider,

my offer for $10,000 still stands.

Eric, before you get your checkbook out,

you should know

that the Rufus Hilliard signature is fake.

What do you mean, it's fake?

The Fall River Historical Society

confirmed that it was a forgery.

You really didn't know?

I hate to disillusion you further,

but...

the silver-plated cup, and the embroidery sampler,

also not genuine.

Oh...

I just so wanted to believe I had something of Lizzie.

Well, Carol...

I always thought you were a little gullible.

Why? Because I believe that Lizzie's innocent?

You know, Mom, I bet, if you put your mind to it,

you could solve the Borden murder.

Oh, no, you've-- heh.

Give your mother a break.

Honey? Honey, honey, honey!

You've already solved one murder today.

I think that's enough.

You know, if you ask me, the Borden murder is solved.

Anyone paying attention knows that Lizzie was guilty.

Well, I don't know.

According to the documentary that I saw,

there was plenty of reasonable doubt to go around.

- Oh, that just means-- - A-ha, exactly.

On second thought,

in the interest of world peace,

maybe you should solve that mystery.