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Well-known author Jessica Fletcher
has been arrested...

in the town of Bremerton.

Jessica we can help you investigate.

- I'll dig up some background on her.
- What happens next?

Tonight on "Murder She Wrote"...

I knew you got a reputation for
solving crimes and all...

but right now you're on my territory.

I feel I'm committing a serious
breach of medical ethics.

Bertie, you won't be able to see
his files. They're very confidential.

Chill out Jessica!

Hold it right there, ma'am

Now let's see I should have that card...

right here under Spaniels.

Well here it is.

Springer Spaniels,
Larkin's Prince Regent.

Bred by Simon McCauley,
over in Bremerton.

Here's the address.

Can't imagine what kind of mystery
you'll be writing about hunting dogs.

- But I hope I helped...
- You have indeed.

I've never read any of your books,
but my momma's got them all.

She'd be tickled pink if I could
get your autograph.

7x14 "WHO KILLED J.B. FLETCHER?"
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Thank you very much Mrs. Fletcher.

Always glad to accommodate my public.

Well I guess I'm off to Bremerton.

It's getting late. It will be dark
by the time you get there.

I'll manage.
Thanks again for everything.

- My pleasure.
- Bye.

I knew it, I just knew it.

Hold it right there, ma'am.

You'll be notified of your court date.

Until then, try to stay
out of trouble Mrs. Fletcher.

Well of course.

- Kit, darling.
- Are you alright?

I'm just fine. Thank you for coming.

Well, thanks for everything.

Before I go,
would you like my autograph?

We have to run. Thank you so much.

Let's get out of here.

Bye!

I guess I should be grateful
Dwayne's away on business.

It's no big deal!

You told them you were
Jessica Fletcher!

Well I had to.

Can you imagine what would happen
if someone found out that...

Senator Allen' mother got arrested
for breaking and entering?

They'd just laugh him out
of the State House.

What were you doing there anyway?

What Jessica would be doing,
cracking the case.

Come on, Kit. We're wasting time.
Let's move it!

That's it!
That's the truck I saw!

Kit, my car is near the kennel.
Drive me over, okay?

Marge Allen! Didn't getting
arrested teach you anything?

Well it certainly did.

To check for silent alarms.

Now are you going to drive me,
or do I have to walk?

Let's go.

I'm coming!

- You thought you'd get away with it?
- What?

Who are you?

- As if you didn't know.
- What are you talking about?

And where's your partner in crime?

I'm sure he'd like to hear this too.

I don't know what you think you know,
but get out of here right now...

- or I'm calling the sheriff.
- Go ahead and do it.

Call him because if you don't I will.

Are you enjoying your stay
in Big D, Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes, the book signing yesterday
was a lot of fun.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you. Have a nice trip home now.

You bet.

Through a spokesman Mr. Bishop
denied allegations of wrongdoing.

This just in. Well-known author
Jessica Fletcher...

has been arrested
in the town of Bremerton.

According to authorities the
mystery writer would not explain...

why she broke into the offices
of a local kennel.

Fletcher was released on bail
early this morning.

Now let's find out what's
happening in sports.

Sheriff's office,
Sheriff Tanner speaking.

Sheriff, this is Jessica Fletcher.

I'm calling because there's
been a terrible mistake.

Well, the way I see it ma'am,
everyone is entitled to at least one.

As long as you stick to the straight
and narrow from now on...

everything should be fine.

No, you've got it all wrong.

You didn't arrest the real
Jessica Fletcher last night,

that was someone else.

Look, if you're going for one of
those split personality defenses...

that's between you and your lawyer.

My job is to make sure you
show up at the hearing.

- But, you don't understand Sheriff.
- See you in court Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello, this is Jessica
Fletcher in room 417.

I need to get to Bremerton,
where I was not arrested last night.

Hello!
Is there anybody here?

- Sheriff Tanner?
- Yes ma'am.

- What can I do for you?
- We spoke a couple of hours ago.

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

Is that so?

Well, I suppose you have a driver's
license to prove it, don't you?

Well actually, no.
You see, I don't drive.

But I do have identification.

Here's my I.D. card. Here you go.

The lady we had in here last night
had I.D. real similar to this.

Well,

here are my credit cards,
I got receipts made out in my name...

I got my Cabot Cove library card.

These are just paper.
This doesn't prove anything.

Sheriff, do you have a bookstore
anywhere nearby?

A bookstore?

The closest thing is the drug store
which has a couple of paperbacks.

I'll be right back.

You see, it's me!

Well, I guess I'll have to change
that arrest record to Jane Doe.

Thank you.

- Now what do we do next?
- Nothing.

But what about the woman
impersonating me? Who is she really?

We'll take care of whatever needs
taking care of Mrs. Fletcher.

But I want to thank
you for coming in.

Perhaps you could tell
me who bailed her out?

Perhaps you could stop
wasting my time?

Thank you.

Kit Parkins, 15 Longacre Street,
Sunville, Texas.

Here you go. Keep the change.

Well much obliged.

Mrs. Fletcher,

There's no doubt in my mind
that you got a bum rap.

- Excuse me.
- My land, it's you!

- I beg you pardon?
- I just can't believe my eyes.

- Come in, come in.
- Perhaps I'd better explain...

- my name is Jessica.
- We all know what your name is.

All of us do.

Ladies, look who just dropped in.

- J.B. Fletcher in the flesh!
- My God!

- I don't believe it!
- We're your biggest fans!

How ever did you arrange it?

You're right here in Sunville.
Wait until I tell mom.

You look just like yourself.

Hold on, you're not one of those
celebrity impersonators, are you?

No, I really am Jessica Fletcher...

although I've had a hard time
proving to anyone it lately.

And you are?

Excuse my manners.
I'm Kit Perkins,

this is Florence, Caroline,
Bertie and that's Jane.

I'd just love your autograph.

- Me too.
- Let me take your purse.

Come on J.B, take a load off!

- Thank you.
- We're so thrilled to have you.

Well now, Kit,
what exactly is all this?

It's the weekly meeting of the
J.B. Fletcher Literary Society.

I thought you knew?

- This is the first I've heard of it.
- Well, then why are you here?

Because according to the
Sheriff in Bremerton,

Kit posted bail this morning for
Jessica Fletcher of Cabot Cove, Maine.

My God!

- You were arrested?
- No, it was Marge.

Marge?

Kit you never told us...

- that they had arrested Marge!
- No!

Well, if she had wanted
you all to know,

she wouldn't have used her
J.B. Fletcher I.D. would she?

Her Jessica Fletcher I.D.?

My family runs a little print shop,
and we all like to pretend...

we're like you,
solving mysteries the way you do.

So I made us each up a picture I.D...

just for fun.

Marge's son, Ronald,
is a state senator.

Very stuffy,
no sense of humor at all.

So when she got caught,
she told the sheriff she was you.

I see.

Ladies, do me a great favor. Get
rid of those I.D. cards immediately.

- Absolutely.
- Ma'am you're right

- There it is.
- There's mine.

Thank you.

Now, Kit,

can you tell me why Marge
broke into that kennel?

She's got a bee in her bonnet
about Bella Mae Feldhammer.

Bella Mae's dog Prince has
won the amateur field trials...

3 years running, and Marge
thinks she's cheating.

- Because she's beaten Marge's dog?
- Marge doesn't have a dog.

Just an over-developed
sense of fair play.

Anyway, she told me this morning
that she had cracked the case.

Well, I think I'd better have
a little chat with Marge.

No!

Marge!
I just can't believe it!

Of all people...

It says here that she apparently
lost control of her car...

driving on Wills Creek Road
out of Bremerton...

and crashed into the ditch.

A passing motorist found the body...

and presumably that I.D. card.

Lost control?
That's a load of fertilizer.

Marge drove that road all her life.

What was she doing at Wills Creek?

She should have been on County 14
if she was heading home to Sunville.

Kit, exactly what happened
after you bailed her out?

Well, she had me drive her
to the McCauley house.

Those are the people
who run the kennels.

Then Marge recognized a truck that
was parked and she got all excited...

and had me take her to her own car.

That's the last time I ever saw her.

Darling, Jane...

- Did she tell you where she was going?
- Back to the McCauley house.

She was hell bent on confronting them
with her evidence, whatever that was.

But you have no proof
that she ever got there.

It might be worth a trip to find out.

- I'll take you!
- I will!

I'll be happy to drive you over.

Somebody in the neighborhood
must be having a party.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Marge isn't the first friend I've
lost, and she won't be the last.

But she was the best.

I was wrong about the party.

Mrs. Fletcher?

- I'm surprised to see you here.
- I should have called earlier...

Did you read the newspaper?

Damn fool reporter ran that
story without checking his facts.

The car was registered to Mrs. Allen.

You mind telling me what
you are all doing here?

We came to talk to
Mr. and Mrs. McCauley.

After she got out of jail,
Marge came here to see them.

There's no way she
could have seen Simon.

He was killed in a hunting
accident late yesterday afternoon.

How awful!
Shot by another hunter?

No, by his dog.

He must have leaned his gun against
a tree and the dog knocked it over.

Shot hit him square in the
back at close range.

- That's Mrs. McCauley over there.
- Who's the young man she's talking to?

Why do you want to know Mrs. Fletcher?

It's a character flaw.

I'm curious about everything.

His name's Rick. Works in the kennel.
He grooms the dogs, and feeds them.

- I see.
- Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,

Now I don't want to hear you've
been pestering Mrs. McCauley.

Of course not.

But while I'm here, I would like
to pay my respects.

Now, what in the Sam Hill
is he doing here?

Excuse me, ma'am.

That's Mitchell Lawrence,
the insurance agent.

We have our homeowner's
policy with him.

- Well howdy, Mrs. Parkins.
- Hi, Mr. Lawrence.

- This is a friend, Jessica Fletcher.
- Jessica Fletcher?

- Why, didn't I read...?
- You did, but it's a mistake.

Actually the woman in
the car was a friend of Kit's.

I'm sorry.

This must be a doubly sad
day for you Mrs. Parkins.

- Did you know Simon well?
- Actually, I've never met him.

It's a long story.

Was Mr. McCauley a close
friend of yours, Mr. Lawrence?

I knew him for years, but it'd be
a stretch to say we were close.

Simon didn't care much for people.

His best friends were all
of the canine variety.

- Excuse me, I've got to be going.
- Yes.

Kit, I'm going to try and have
a talk with Mrs. McCauley.

- Do you mind waiting for me here?
- No, go.

I'll keep a look out
for anything unusual.

Don't worry,
I'll take care of everything.

Mrs. McCauley?

Yes?

I'm terribly sorry to intrude on your
grief and it may not be the best time...

but it's very important that
I have to clear something up.

A woman was arrested last night for
breaking into your kennel.

The Sheriff told me.

As it turns out, she was using
my name, Jessica Fletcher.

I wanted to be quite sure you knew
that I had nothing to do with it.

Thanks, but that's really the
last thing on my mind right now.

Yes, of course.

I quite understand it. It must have
very been upsetting when...

she showed up this morning
asking to see your husband.

No one came here this morning.

Except for the Sheriff.

Well, I must have been misinformed.

You see the lady was killed
in a car crash several hours ago.

That's too bad!

Mrs. McCauley, do you have any idea...

why someone would
break into your kennel?

No. There was nothing
valuable in the office..

Just paperwork, breeding records,
things like that.

I guess we'll never know
what the lady was thinking.

Probably just some
grey-haired old wacko.

Mrs. McCauley?

Just wanted you to know,
I'm mighty sorry for your loss.

- Even under these circumstances.
- How very kind.

Would you excuse me?

I'm feeling a bit worn out.

Ma'am...

- Jessica!
- Kit?

- What were you doing back there?
- Keeping the room under surveillance.

I was watching the Sheriff
and that big fella.

I couldn't hear a word. I don't
think the Sheriff likes him much.

I don't think Mrs. McCauley
liked him either.

- She was quite rude to him just now.
- What did she say about Marge?

Well, that no one came
here this morning.

That can't be!

I knew Marge Allen for 30 years...

and when she decided to do
something, she did it.

I'll take your word for it.

I don't think we should outwear
our welcome, you know.

Excuse me, ladies.

I apologize for the sloppy parking.

- I'll get it right out of your way.
- Thank you, mister...

Willoughby, Boon Willoughby.

And that there is Roscoe.

Say hello, Roscoe!

I bet that's one of
Mr. McCauley's dogs.

Yes. Raised and trained.

Although I've taught him
a few tricks of my own now.

You're a hunter then?

Well, in my spare time.
I'm with the highway patrol.

I've been trying to form a K-9 Unit,
and wanted McCauley to be the trainer.

- But he wasn't interested?
- Was what he said, every time I asked.

Well, as long as I'm out this way...

I'll hang around a few days
and see if I can bag some quail.

Nice to see you.

You know...

he talks a good game,
but he doesn't say much.

My thoughts exactly.

- Lisa didn't tell you anything?
- On the contrary.

She told me that she did see
Marge early this morning.

But she said she didn't.

But she also said Marge must have
been a grey-haired old wacko.

Now, I never mentioned Marge's age...

so had did she know what color her
hair was unless she had seen her?

Jessica Fletcher in action.

So what happens next?

I have a hunch there's a connection
between Simon McCauley's death...

and Marge's accident.

I'd like to stick around a couple
of days, and satisfy my curiosity.

- Good!
- We can help you investigate.

I have a nephew that works for
the same insurance company...

as Mitchell Lawrence.

I'll just bet you that I can get
their password from him.

I'm something of a computer whiz.

And my husband works in
the County Coroner's Office.

I know I can get a peak
at the autopsy report.

I'll dig up background on McCauley.

And I'll... well I don't know
right now, but I'll do something.

Thank you ladies, thank you.

I appreciate your help...

But I think I'll take my suspicions
through the proper channels first.

There's no reason to believe
that Marge Allen's death...

was anything but an accident.

But don't you think it a bit unusual
she was headed for the McCauley's...

- the last time she was seen alive?
- But Lisa said she didn't see her.

- Yes, well...
- Mrs. Fletcher,

I know you have a reputation
for solving crimes and all,

but right now you�re in my territory.

If there's any investigating
to be done, I'll do it.

Got me?

What do you mean
my card's been cancelled?

That's what the box says.
Sorry.

It's just a silly mix-up.

I know that it said in the local
paper that I'd been killed,

but obviously I wasn't, since
I'm standing right here.

It doesn't matter.

If the box says you've been cancelled,
you've been cancelled.

It's so frustrating.

How could this happen?

I suppose that newspaper report got
picked up by one of the wire services.

- It's probably all over the country.
- No!

Seth, just listen for a minute.

I've called Grady in New York.
He'll contact my family.

My publisher will handle the media.
You take care of Cabot Cove.

Make it easy, just go tell the girls
down at Loretta's beauty parlor.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay? Thanks.

- What's the next move?
- A good night's sleep.

We'll get up first thing tomorrow
morning, and borrow a dog.

Butch, come on baby,
get up on the table.

- There's a good boy.
- He doesn't mind you well, does he?

No, he is one big problem.

Perhaps you can all do
something about him here.

I've heard raves about your kennel
from Bella Mae Feldhammer.

- I wouldn't know her.
- Well perhaps it was Marge Allen.

Mr. McCauley did all the training.
I'm just the groomer.

I was sad to hear about Mr. McCauley.
I'd heard wonderful things about him.

Not unless dogs have learned to talk.

Really? I thought...

Your dog will be ready in
a couple of hour's ma'am.

- Fine. Thank you very much.
- Okay.

Okay, the coast's clear.

I got your message. What's up?

Take a look at these.

Florence, did you take those
reports from the Coroner's Office?

I said I was just going to peak at
them but the copier was right there.

Kit, look right here.

- My gosh!
- What is it?

Marge couldn't have been driving
that car when it crashed.

This says they found
her glasses in her purse...

and she always wore them to drive.

- It's a real clue.
- It certainly is.

How odd...

- Another clue?
- Well, something quite unusual.

I'm going to be late
for Herman's lunch.

- I'll keep in touch.
- Okay.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Afternoon ladies.
- Hello, Mr. Willoughby.

Looks like you've got something
mighty important in that envelope.

What ever do you mean?

I was sitting over there and I saw the
lady with dark glasses pass it to you.

You both seemed pretty
excited about it.

Actually, it's just some
research on a book.

Are you a writer, ma'am?

Jessica Fletcher is one of the...

pre-eminent mystery writers
of the United States.

Jessica Fletcher?

- Weren't you supposed to be...
- No.

No, I'm not dead.
That was an error.

Mr. Willoughby,

I'm curious about something I heard
you saying to Lisa McCauley yesterday.

When you were offering your sympathies
on the death of her husband you added...

"even under the circumstances."

- What circumstances?
- Stupidity.

No right-thinking hunter would
ever lean a loaded gun against a tree.

Simon McCauley died
of pure carelessness.

Well, I have to admit it did seem
mighty odd to me that a dog...

could knock over a gun
and cause it to fire.

You never know what a dog might do.

Especially if you've
trained him right.

Nice seeing you ladies.

Sheriff.

Mrs. Fletcher, I'd think you'd
have something better to do...

- than just waste my time.
- Well, this won't take long..

I understand that Simon's body was
found lying face down on the ground.

- What of it?
- Well, the Coroner removed...

a hunting jacket from the body
which was soaked with blood...

on the right side, which would
indicate that the body...

was Lying on its right side...

- after it was hit with the blast.
- Wait a minute.

Just where did you get
all this information?

- I can't reveal my sources.
- You can't?

Mrs. Fletcher, I'd be well
within my rights to throw you...

in the lock-up back there for
interfering with police business.

But because I'm such a nice guy,
I'll let you go with a warning.

This does not concern you,
Mrs. Fletcher. Now keep out of it!

I bet the pay is not great,
but the fringe benefits are dynamite.

Hello, anyone home?

- It's Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it?
- Yes, I've come for my dog.

I'll go get him ma'am.

Your dog?

I was under the impression
you were from out of town.

She is. It's really my dog.

Jessica brought him in for
grooming as a surprise for me.

You are an angel.

- Anything wrong, Sheriff?
- Looks like maybe I was.

Mrs. Fletcher,

after you left, I got to thinking
about what you said...

so I ran it past the Coroner and he's
inclined to agree with your theory.

So Mr. McCauley wasn't
shot out in the fields.

If he died where he fell,

he should have bled all over
the front and back of the jacket.

Seems we got a murder on our hands.

I can't believe I let you talk me
into coming all the way out here.

Well, if I'm right, you'll have
another piece of evidence.

But I haven't got good suspects.

Both Rick and Lisa claim to have
been home alone at the time.

There's your spot. I reckon
his chest was right about there.

If he really was shot here,

a great deal of blood should have
soaked into the ground where he fell.

The lab report will tell us that.

Operator, it's all a misunderstanding.
I'm not dead.

How can I prove it?

Well, I'm talking to you aren't I?

Hello? Hello?

Hello!

- Something wrong, Mrs. Fletcher?
- Well I got cut off!

Do you believe they've cancelled
my phone card all because of...

- that report in the newspaper?
- Anything I can do?

How about skywriting
"Jessica Fletcher is alive and well"?

I'm afraid that's beyond me, but I
can offer you the use of my phone.

- I'll take it.
- Follow me.

If I'd come home when I planned to,

I wouldn't be so short of cash.

Would you send it to the Western
Union here in Bremerton.

Yes, Seth. I'm good for it.

Thanks. I'll see you soon.

You've had quite an eventful little
visit in our sleepy little town.

To say the least.

Now rumor has it Simon McCauley's
death might not have been an accident.

News travels as fast here
as it does in Cabot Cove.

Yes, there is some question.

In fact Sheriff Tanner is taking some
evidence to the Dallas lab right now.

I'd better notify my home office.

If murder's involved
we can't pay any benefits...

until the case is resolved.

No, I can certainly understand that.

Did Mr. McCauley have a large policy?

Pretty standard. Mrs. McCauley
should be provided for.

There's Kit. Thanks so much
for the use of the phone.

My pleasure, Mrs. Fletcher.

- You all come back now.
- You bet.

Find anything interesting in
those old newspapers Caroline?

Yes, a sale I missed at the
Bed 'n Bath o 'Rama.

I don't know who we're going
to replace Simon McCauley.

Jane, I never realized you
were a friend of his.

I didn't mean him personally.
I meant his blood.

I'm the area coordinator
for the blood bank.

And he was our only
Type B Negative donor.

- That's quite a rare type.
- That certainly is.

I did it! Jessica, you would have
been so proud of me.

You'll be proud of me.
I got the password for...

the insurance company's
files from my nephew.

Bertie, you know these
files are confidential.

It doesn't seem quite ethical to
be accessing them this way.

Chill out, Jessica.
We've got a murder to solve here.

You know,
I just realized something.

The McCauley's truck
was at the house...

when Marge and I drove past.

But this says it was parked
in the field near the body.

Well then the body was
probably taken there...

sometime after 6 in the morning.

Florence, you get anything
out of Bella Mae?

No, she still says she
trained that dog herself.

I really put the pressure on her too.

I gave her my best
Jessica Fletcher technique.

Really?

But I don't go around putting
the pressure on people.

Jessica, come here! We're in!

- This is so exciting.
- I'm getting McCauley's file up.

Just a second...

- Now!
- There...!

It says here Simon McCauley's
life insurance...

was raised to 2 million dollars
just a couple of months ago.

Unfaithful wife and
a big insurance policy.

Ladies, I think we've got us a motive.

- Yes!
- Great!

You were right on the
money, Mrs. Fletcher.

The lab analysis showed very little
blood in the dirt at the murder scene.

McCauley had to have been
killed someplace else.

Yes, and we think we
know who plugged him.

What was that?

Mrs. Parkins and I happened
to be at the kennel.

We saw Mrs. McCauley and Rick
in a rather compromising position.

And we've learned there was
a 2 million dollar policy...

taken out on Mr. McCauley's life.

Is that a fact?

Tanner here.

- Lucas, you copy?
- Yes, Sheriff, what's up?

I'm over at the McCauley place.
I just saw Rick tear out of here...

on his bike like something big
and ugly was chasing him.

- I think you'd better pick him up.
- Will do.

And send me some backup.

Something doesn't smell right.

Mrs. McCauley?

Sheriff, I'm about to give up here.

If anybody else was killed in this
house except for that lady upstairs,

somebody did a bang up job of
removing any traces of the crime.

Or Simon McCauley was
killed someplace else.

If I were going to set up an ambush,
I would do it right here.

Mr. McCauley kept his shotgun
shells in that cabinet.

If he came down here to get some,

the killer simply had to walk out
from underneath these stairs...

to shoot him in the back.

That's a tidy scenario Mrs. Fletcher.

Unfortunately it's not backed
up by any physical evidence.

Maybe we're overlooking something?

I mean something obvious.
Something in plain sight.

- Could I borrow your flashlight?
- Sure, here you are.

Thank you.

Now, would you mind running
upstairs and turning off the switch...

that controls that light?

- Sheriff?
- Sure, we've got nothing but time.

Now, if I'm not mistaken...

Look, just as I thought,
dried specks of blood.

Well, I'll be damned.

Yes ma'am.

You couldn't see the blood flecks
because if the glare of the bulb...

All right, Mrs. Fletcher,
you call this one okay?

I'm not trying to compete with you.
I just want to help in any way I can.

Well you have. You've been a help.

It's a good possibility that McCauley
was killed in the basement.

Unfortunately,
the Coroner is upstairs...

zipping one of my prime suspects
into a big oversized baggie.

Yes, has he determined
how Lisa died?

Strangled.

First she was dressed I'd say,
but she was expecting whoever did it.

I can't wait for Rick to try
and come up with an alibi.

I told you I didn't kill Lisa!

She was dead when I got there.

Would you mind telling me why
you walked right into her bedroom?

We had a thing.

You had a what?

We had a thing.

- A thing.
- Yes, you know.

Simon would take some of the dogs out
for field work every afternoon at 4.

I'd lock up the kennel and
meet Lisa at the house.

She'd always leave
the door open for me.

Today when I got there and saw her,

I just got scared and I took off.

I didn't even get down to
the house until 10 after 4.

Come now Rick, it was about 4:15 when
I saw you leaving the McCauley place.

That's hardly enough time to get
to the house and commit a murder.

Sheriff.

I just spoke with Mrs. Hidalgo...

and she says she was with Rick
at the kennel until 10 after 4.

So Rick has an alibi...

and the Sheriff is stymied.

- That's it?
- I'm afraid so.

The lab did reported that
the blood on the light bulb...

was Simon McCauley's
type, B Negative.

I thought we'd figured it all out.

Lisa and Rick killed Simon
for the insurance money,

then Rick got greedy and kills Lisa.

- It was perfect.
- Well, not really.

Lisa never received
the insurance settlement...

and Mr. Lawrence said it
would probably be held up.

I mean, what reason would
Rick have for killing her?

To cover his tail?

Maybe, but I don't
think he's the type.

On the other hand, I do think Lisa
was involved in her husband's murder.

Particularly as it took
place in their home.

- But she had to have help.
- That's right.

There's no possible way she
could have carried the body up...

the cellar stairs all by herself.

And then somebody had to go
along to bring her back to town...

because they left the truck
in the field with the body.

You're absolutely right, but
there's one thing that bothers me.

How does Marge fit into all this?

Jessica, I'm ashamed to say it
but I almost forgot about Marge.

And she's the reason you
got involved in all this.

When Marge went
to the McCauley house...

Simon most probably
had just been killed.

Maybe she saw something
she oughtn't.

- Or someone.
- But who?

It could have been practically anyone.

Bertie, do you still have the read out
of that insurance information?

Right here.

Now when I first read this,
there was something...

that I couldn't quite remember.

What is it Jessica?
Something important?

Something very important.

We have to get in touch with
Jane at work, right away.

I certainly hope Dr. Dunn doesn't
catch me out here with these files.

Lighten up Jane.
They're not medical records,

they're just donor lists
from the blood drive.

Well still, I feel like I'm committing
a serious breach of medical ethics.

Well, if it's any consolation,

you've just helped expose a murderer.

Mrs. Fletcher.

I wasn't expecting to see you.

I hope you don't mind
I let myself in.

No, that's fine.
So what brings you here?

You have some information
on the McCauley claim?

Yes, but you may not want to hear it

What do you mean?

I mean you and Lisa killed
Simon McCauley.

She agreed to split the
insurance money with you.

Mrs. Fletcher, I think your writer's
imagination is a bit out of control.

I didn't imagine the 2 million
dollar insurance policy.

It was easy for Lisa to handle
the paperwork part of it.

She could probably sign her husband's
name as well as she could her own.

That left the little matter of
the insurance physical.

We've all taken them, simple exams.
Just blood and urine specimens.

Your mistake Mr. Lawrence, was in
presenting yourself as Mr. McCauley...

when the company nurse came to call.

Because the results of that exam,
including blood type...

are listed on the insurance file.

It says type A Positive, your type...

according to the records from
the last blood drive.

You've been a regular donor for years,
so was Mr. McCauley.

But he was type B Negative.

Now it's my guess that Marge Allen...

saw something incriminating
when she came to the house,

you killed her and
staged the car wreck.

I couldn't take a chance.

Simon hadn't been dead 10
minutes before she showed up.

I didn't know who she was,

but she said she knew what was
going on and that she'd caught us.

Marge had uncovered what
was to her a major scandal:

that a supposedly amateur
trained dog had actually...

been trained by Simon McCauley.

She knew nothing
about the murder.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

- Just like I'm sorry about this.
- It's not in there.

This is what you're looking for Mitch.

Lucas, come on in here!

You shouldn't leave
your office unlocked Mitch.

You never know who might
decide to let herself in.

So once you arrived on the scene,
and stated asking questions...

Lawrence knew the truth of
the murder would come out.

Yes. He was certain that Lisa
would crack under the strain and...

turn him in. He also knew about
her regular rendezvous with Rick.

He got to the house
first and killed her.

Then Rick showed up and made
himself the perfect fall guy.

But he had an airtight alibi.

The only crime Rick's committed
was picking the wrong woman.

Imagine, 3 murders solved.

Jessica, you are the
most amazing person.

Actually the real hero
in all this is Marge.

I mean, if she hadn't
stirred things up,

Lisa and Mitchell Lawrence might
well have gotten away with murder.

Ladies, I would like
to propose a toast.

To two of the finest
investigative minds...

of this century:

Jessica Fletcher and Marge Allen.

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