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On the last episode
of Murder, She Wrote.

Her works have become
repetitive and tired.

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

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

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

Where I should have
gone months ago,

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

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

We're taking a ride. Now?

Yeah, now, before your stepmother
does something real dumb.

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

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

for your kindness.

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

about what you have
in your attaché case.

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

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

Mrs. Fletcher. Mrs. Fletcher.

Calm down, Johnny. What is it?

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

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

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

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

to listen to your patently
transparent explanations,

I went out in search of
alternative companionship.

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

and you just happened
to know he carried a gun.

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

Are you crazy, following me here? I saw
Eudora on the news, here in Cabot Cove.

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

Oh, my God. Seth!

Mrs. Fletcher?

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

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

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

I-Is he gonna be all right?

I don't know.

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

Well, I'd ra—I'd
rather stay here.

Sure. Thanks for
everything, Sheriff.

Mrs. Fletcher, when you hear about Doc,
could you give me a buzz at the office?

Oh, yes, of course.

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

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

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

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

but I'm sure the sheriff is anxious to
get my overview of this dreadful situation.

With any sort of cooperation
from the local authorities,

I will have answers for
you sometime tomorrow.

Now, please, if
you'll excuse me.

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

How could I stay away?

Excuse me. Are you Lewis
Bracken, the publisher?

Yes. Are you here to bail
Miss McVeigh out of trouble?

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

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

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

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

Is this some kind
of publicity stunt?

One more comment,
please, Miss McVeigh.

Lewis, isn't this
absolutely fabulous?

I cannot believe our good luck.
Good luck? What are you talking about?

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

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

Think of the headlines—

"Queen of mysteries solves
bizarre Down East murder."

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

in her own backyard.

Eudora, don't do this.

In my opinion, you are in imminent
danger of making a fool out of yourself.

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

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

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

A s I recall, our professional
relationship is temporarily on hold.

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

No, Eudora, I'm
afraid they haven't.

Driver, pull over.

Eudora— I said, pull over.

Eudora, what's
the matter with you?

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

You didn't come to this Toonerville to
see me. You came to see her—Jessica.

That is not exactly true. No?

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

But that's what I'm
talking about. Business.

I have an idea for
a new whodunit—

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

Well, I'd rather
not say just yet.

You know, the plot
details are a little sketchy.

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

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

But as soon as I check
into the Hill House,

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

start working on the
details of a new contract.

Why should I call her in New
York? She's here in Cabot Cove.

What? She called me three
hours ago from the Hill House Inn.

That's when I
decided to fly up here.

Oh, I see.

You sure she called
you from the Hill House?

Yes, Eudora. Why?

No special reason.

Bobby, where in the
hell have you been?

Hangin' around, Pop.

I mean, there sure ain't a
whole lot to do in this town.

I found this little place
down by the harbor.

Got this little
waitress there...

name of Amy Sue.

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

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

Oh, you talk to Eudora?

Well, not since this morning.

Fact is, we don't have much to talk about
anymore. What do you mean by that, Pop?

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

I made a big mistake,
son. I never should

have gotten married
again. Wait a minute, Pop.

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

So what?

Oh, you think I care about that?

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

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

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

The lady doesn't
owe me anything,

and she sure doesn't
owe you, Bobby.

Might do you some
good, you know, to go out...

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

Well, don't look so worried.

It won't kill you.

You might even like it.

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

You needn't have
followed me here, Liza.

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

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

I mean, really dumb.

Like what, for instance?

The last time you and I
talked, we were outside

Lew Bracken's office and
you were making threats...

against J. B. Fletcher.

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

Liza, that is monstrous.

Okay, I-I was wrong.

But, Eudora, put
yourself in my place.

Well, I suppose that
would only seem fair,

since for the past several months
you've been putting yourself in mine.

What is that supposed to mean?

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

You have seen Hank, haven't you?

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

No. Uh, yes.

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

Darling, don't dig
yourself in any deeper.

If you weren't the best agent in New York,
I'd have clawed your eyes out long ago.

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

Eudora, honestly—
And darling, please.

That word, "honestly,"
is one with which

you do not even have
a nodding acquaintance.

Mrs. Fletcher? Seth?

He's going to be all right.

Oh, thank God.

What was it, Doctor? His heart?

No, of course not.
I thought you knew.

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

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

- I've already notified the sheriff.
- But when? How? What kind of poison?

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

- He's asking for Mrs. Fletcher.
- Oh, excuse me.

Oh.

Hello, Jess. Oh, Seth.

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

How are you feeling? God awful.

My stomach seems to be
hosting some sort of barbecue.

Oh, now.

Here, here. What's this?

Sorry. I was just
deathly worried.

About what? It was
a touch of indigestion.

Must be that new diet.

My system simply cannot abide
healthy food. Then you don't know?

- Know? Know what?
- It was poison.

Poison? Are they sure?

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

The apple.

What? There were apples...

in that little basket
on your kitchen table.

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

What is it, Jess?

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

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

Well, maybe it's on
the floor somewhere.

Sheriff?

Must have fallen from his
hand when he collapsed.

I'll take it in to be analyzed.

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

"To dear Jessica from Eudora."

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

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

"The curtain fluttered.

A shadow darted
across the wall."

"Terror stricken, she froze in mid step
as the handle on the door began to turn."

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

Eudora, it’s Jessica.

Uh, I'm sorry, Jessica, but
I can't talk to you right now.

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

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

but I had the
most difficult day.

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

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

unless you want half
the guests in the hotel

to listen in, that you
should close the door.

Rudeness does not become you.

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

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

- What?
- I'm not gonna say any more about that—
not just yet.

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

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

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

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

That seems to be
some sort of accusation.

A s I told you earlier, when I went
out to get the paper his morning,

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

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

What's more, I think
that you moved it,

despite what you told the sheriff about
being in my house the entire evening.

Jessica, you're
imagining things.

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

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

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

Yours? Or mine?

No!

Give me that.

Mrs. Shipton, open the
door. This is Sheriff Metzger.

Mrs. Shipton, excuse me, ma'am,
but you're gonna have to come with me.

Do you have the report
back on the apples?

Poisoned—all of them.

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

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

just a few miles out of town.

I put the basket on
the front seat of my car,

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

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

All right.

Last night, after
you went to sleep,

after I... drugged your coffee,

I found your notes.

Drove up to the interstate.

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

But why, Eudora?

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

Am I?

You haven't been
reading me lately.

My last few books—
Trash, all of them.

Did you ever sit at the typewriter,
staring at a sea of white paper,

straining for words
that never come?

Hmm. No, of course you haven't.

Don't be silly, Eudora.

I mean, we all go through these
blocks. Oh, that last for years?

I've written 32 books.

My library is
cluttered with awards.

For over 20 years, I've been the number
one female mystery writer in the world...

In the world.

Or I was.

Lew Bracken threatened
to cut me adrift...

until I caught up
with the world.

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

"Give me something
new and fresh."

So, I came to the source.

Oh. It's all right, Eudora.

That's all I did.

I swear I never saw
that private detective,

and I have no idea why
he was following me.

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

Jessica Fletcher is in
there. That's different.

She wanted to talk to Mrs. Fletcher.
She doesn't want to talk to you.

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

I see.

- Sheriff, I understand
you've confiscated her latest book.
- A book, yes. Hers, no.

The pages were copied from one
of Mrs. Fletcher's manuscripts. No.

Mrs. Fletcher has
already identified them.

Then that's what she's
being charged with—theft?

Yes, ma'am, for the moment.

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

Metzger. Who?

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

Quart of chocolate
and a pint of strawberry.

Can you tell us why
Miss McVeigh has been

arrested? I'm sorry.
I can't talk about that.

Does this have
anything to do with the

murder of the private
detective? No comment.

Did you ever have
one of those days...

where you feel like someone's been
banging away at your brain with a crowbar?

Oh, yes.

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

so I can send cutie
face over to Portland, as

well as the rest of
those creepola reporters.

Wrapped up?

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

Does Superman wear blue tights?

I got her dead bang...

Her prints all over the
apples, which were juiced

with poison by way of
a disposable syringe.

We found it tossed in your garbage, as
well as a half-empty bottle of rat poison.

But why would she do it?

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

Yes, but what's that got to do with
the murder of the private detective?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but it doesn't
explain one thing.

Now, why was she being followed
by the detective in the first place?

I'll tell you why.

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

We've got a call in to him now.

Meantime, you wouldn't happen
to have an aspirin, would you?

♪♪
Excuse me.

Oh, well, yes, of course—
Excuse me, please.

May I help you, sir?

No, thank you.

I see my friends over there.

You mean, she copied
the pages, just like that?

Yes. She's out of her mind.

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

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

Victor! Good evening, darling.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting?

No. No, of course not.

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

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

Hank, what on
earth is this I hear?

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

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

It could be something to do with
that private investigator. Pull up a chair.

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

What did you do, drive? Yes.

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

Oh, what room
are we in, darling?

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

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

Uh, please, go
on with your meal.

I'm sure you have
much to talk about.

I'd better—better go with him.

Hank, I'm sorry.

I didn't know he was coming.

I'm not sure he suspects.

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

Now, young lady,

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

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

beef consommé,
decaffeinated coffee,

and a stale Wheat Thin...

constitute a form of cruel
and unusual punishment.

I'm sorry, sir, but
the doctor left orders.

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

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

No, I'm a terrible patient. Why don't you
get out of here, and do not come back...

until you are suitably accompanied
by a couple of scrambled eggs...

and some hot, buttered
whole wheat toast?

Now, scoot. Scoot.

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

but obviously that
would be a waste of time.

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

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

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

The head nurse was
not here when all those

little junior nurses
were running around...

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

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

Yesterday you were
frail, frightened, humble.

I was terrified.

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

Thank you very much, Dr. Freud.

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

Was it or was it not that apple Eudora
brought you that did the dirty deed?

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

- You and me and the sheriff.
- Good.

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

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

Well, he has Eudora at the jail.

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

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

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

Yes, I know it looks that way.

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

don't you think it would be stupid
of her to buy the murder weapon...

at MacGruder's Fruit Stand
down on State Route 6?

Jessica, she tried to
steal your book. She's

a desperate, irrational
woman. No, I'm sorry.

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

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

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

Ah, and about time too.

What did you do, have to go to Bert
Kendall's chicken ranch for these?

Oh, no. Cook found a box of powdered
eggs on the top shelf of the pantry.

That so? No kiddin'?

Morning, Floyd.

Morning, Mrs. Fletcher.

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

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

Yeah, right. Same to you.

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

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

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

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

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

the more something
seems terribly wrong.

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

that the private detective
was following Eudora.

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

I mean, for all we know, he could
have been following her husband Hank.

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

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

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

you read the memos on
his desk— Upside down.

I'm sorry. That guy on the phone—
That was Cappaletti's partner.

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

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

$400, $500—so I said to myself,
"Hey, maybe it was robbery."

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

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

You were right about
it, Jessica. He wasn't

following Eudora. He
was following her husband.

But why?

That's what I intend to find out,
as soon as I talk to the client...

Guy name of Victor Caspar.

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

Yes, I hired Tony Cappaletti.

Is that by chance a
crime here in Cabot Cove?

It certainly isn't
in New York City.

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

I'm trying to digest my lunch. And
what are you doing here, Mrs. Fletcher?

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

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

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

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

Up to you.

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

Thank you. Thank
you, Mr. Caspar.

May I order you something? Lunch?
Some wine, perhaps. Oh, no. No, thank you.

Okay, let's hear about you and
Cappaletti. Start with page one.

Page one. Ah, yes.

"Once upon a time"...

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

"And then they lived
happily ever after."

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

with Eudora McVeigh's
husband Hank Shipton.

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

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

I told him to switch his
attentions to Shipton.

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

of their activities together.

Did you know that he followed Hank Shipton
up here to Cabot Cove the other night?

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

I knew from the description
on the television...

that Cappaletti
had been the victim.

After consulting with
my attorney, I drove

here to Cabot Cove
to find out firsthand...

what was going on. Okay, okay, you
were gonna what? Divorce your wife?

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

At least not until she
begged sufficiently.

You see, Mrs. Fletcher,
despite her upbringing,

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

when Eudora unloads Hank,

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

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

Hank Shipton didn't
come up with Liza.

He came up with his son, Bobby.

So then, where
was Liza at the time?

Well, didn't she tell Victor
that she was working late?

Maybe she was. Yeah.

And Mr. Charm
School spent the entire

evening playing
blackjack in Atlantic City...

So he says.

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

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

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

"Possibly"? What do
you mean, possibly?

Ma'am, it is eight hours and 10 minutes
from here to the Triborough Bridge.

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

Well, perhaps the killer flew.

Oh, sure. He snuck into
Cabot Cove by booking

the 6:10 commuter
flight out of La Guardia,

like we wouldn't find out.

Now what did I say?

Mort, if Cappaletti was
following Hank Shipton,

obviously he went
where Hank went.

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

You think that's where
the killing took place?

There or nearby.

I'll check it out.

That's it, that's
it. Give it to him.

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

All right, everybody get back. All
right now, Arnie. What's this all about?

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

He wouldn't pay. Good
for you, Arnie. Bobby?

That's right.

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

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

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

What do you think, Mrs. F.?

Are the girls gonna love this
mug of mine? I don't see why not.

That's funny. They
never did before.

Yeah, Floyd, what's up?

Yeah? No kidding.

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

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

did you notice whether
you were being followed?

Followed by whom?
By that detective.

The stiff they
found on the rocks?

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

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

The old rubber
band finally snapped.

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

Well, you gotta
understand about Eudora.

Her books— That
was her whole world.

The hell with everything else.

She would have done
anything to stay on top.

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

Steal your book?
Pop told me last night.

I mean, that is crazy. Ow. Ow!

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

Bobby. What happened?

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
You should have seen the other guy.

Scared out of his shorts.
Thought he killed me.

How about this guy, Jessica?

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

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

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

Uh, Jessica. Ow, ow, ow.

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

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

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

I know, Hank. She needs help.

And all the support
we can give her.

I always said you
were a great old broad.

And as for you, son—
What's this all about?

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

So what? You don't
welsh. I wasn't gonna welsh.

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

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

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

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

- let's go down there
and pick that jerk apart, huh?
- Forget it, Bobby.

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

Listen, son, we're the strangers in this
town. Let's just leave well enough alone.

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

Hey, Floyd, here
comes Sheriff Metzger.

Sheriff, over here.

Could be this is
where it happened.

Well, let's take a
look. Right by this tree.

Thaddeus found it. See there? That
rock? Appears to be blood, don't you think?

Yeah, could be.

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

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

and maybe moved
the body. Uh-huh.

What do you know?

Busted pair of glasses.

This is where it happened,
all right. Nice work, everybody.

Floyd, get those
forensics guys on the horn.

Tell 'em I want casts
of those tire treads,

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

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

like graffiti on the
Battery Park Local.

Like ticks on a hound dog.

Right. Yes, sir, Sheriff.

Afternoon, Jessica.

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

They found some blood
and some broken eyeglasses.

The sheriff thinks that's where
the private detective was killed.

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

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

I didn't even know
he was following us.

Me and Bobby—We rolled in here around 2:00
in the morning, checked in and sacked out.

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

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

Well, I have a lot
of packing to do.

Good-bye, Jessica.

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

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

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

Shot?

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

No. No, I didn't. Hank— Jessica—

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

I don't know how it happened.

It just did, but that's that.

We intend to live
happily ever after.

Maybe not on as rich a
scale. But what the hell?

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

I mean, after your
settlement from Eudora.

My settlement?

That's funny.

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

When we split, I get zilch.

I may even owe her money.

If you get a chance
to talk to her,

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

I'd tell her myself,
but like I said,

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

Hank, wait. Are you telling me that you
haven't seen or talked to Eudora at all?

No, not since she was locked up.

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

Eudora brought me some apples.

Someone used a syringe
to lace them with poison.

That's insane. Someone
wanted me dead.

Or more likely, someone wanted
Eudora to take the blame for my death.

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

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

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

Shipton? Anyone there?

This is Sheriff
Metzger. Open up.

Sheriff?

Yeah, terrific.

So, now what, big guy?

Hey, Arnie.

Look who just walked in.

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

Yeah, I guess you don't.

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

Where's all your buddies?

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

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

I don't feel like doing that.

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

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

Hey, look.

You lost money and
you wouldn't pay up.

You got what you des...

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

Don't feel so tough anymore?

You don't look it either.

What are you backing up for?
Something bothering you, Arnold?

Hold it right there. Don't move.

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

You can put your hands down.

Straight down by
your sides. Go on.

My face is kind
of a mess, right?

Put your hands down!
Down, do you hear me?

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

Don't you like it, Arnold?

Hey, you!

- Bobby.
- Stay out of this, Pop.

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

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

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

I said now. Bobby, come on, son.

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

What are you talkin' about?

- You know what I'm talking about—
that private investigator.
- That wasn't me.

It was you. Maybe you better
let me handle this, Mr. Shipton.

Please, Sheriff, he's
my responsibility.

What did you kill
him for, Bobby?

Why’d you do that?

I am telling you, Pop,

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

Whose gun is that, son?

I had to do it, Pop.
'Cause he knew.

He was gonna fix it
so Eudora dumped you.

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

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

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

Think I was gonna let
that creep take it away?

Give me the gun, Bobby.

No, Pop.

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

Maybe you'd like to kill me too.

Dorie.

I'm sorry.

It was Bobby that
poisoned those apples.

Oh, Hank.

Crazy kid.

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

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

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

and when he saw the
basket of apples and the

card and he knew
that you'd brought them,

he got a better idea.

Oh, Hank, I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Listen. Can I give you
a ride back to the inn?

I have to call a lawyer.

Sheriff? Yeah, she's free to go.

Well, there goes
one grateful lady.

If you hadn't figured out
Bobby was responsible,

she'd still be sitting in there.
But I didn't figure it out, Seth.

All I knew was that Bobby
had poisoned the apples.

Yeah, how did you know that?
Well, at the hospital the other night,

Bobby said to me—

She would have done
anything to stay on top.

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

Steal your book?
Pop told me last night.

Hank knew about the book,
all right, but there was no way...

that he could have known
about the attempt on my life.

The only ones who knew about
that were the three of us and Eudora—

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

I gotta tell you the truth, ma'am. If I
had to take that into a court of law...

All I can say is, it's a good thing
we caught the guy with the P.I.'s gun.

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

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

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

You too, Doc. A-yah.

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

Listen, I've got some
delicious gingerbread.

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

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

I'm going fishing over
by Little Duck Island.

Seth, you just got
out of the hospital.

And I almost didn't.

Had lots of time to think about...
tasting the wine and smelling the roses.

It's just going to be
me and Caleb. There'll

be plenty of room if
you’d like to come along.

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

you know, I feel as if I've just broken
the spine of this new book of mine,

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

Suit yourself.

Oh, if you change your mind, we'll
be leaving about 9:00, thereabouts.

Well, thanks.

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

My pleasure.

Eudora! I thought
you left last night.

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

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

Oh, don't be silly. Come inside.

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

I treated you shabbily.

I'm ashamed and embarrassed.

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

I will do it.

Now please don't say anything
kind. I just couldn't take it.

Eudora, wait, please.

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

Oh, that's all right.

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

He and Liza are a perfect match. I
wish them nothing but happiness.

Really. What'll you
do? Another book?

Oh, no. At least,
not right away.

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

I hardly even know.

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

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

Good.

This is the doctor speaking.

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

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

Seth!

Seth, don’t go!

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

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

Well, if you want to
make yourself useful,

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

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

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

We haven't been waiting.

We had...
mechanical difficulties.

Oh. Well. Fine.

I'll, uh, see to the bowline.

Oh, morning, Caleb.
Morning, ma'am.

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

Sure glad you showed up.
The doc was gettin' mighty testy.