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You're not going out in this, are you?

"The sea's impassable. Unable to round Humber Point..."

He's an arms dealer, a middleman, and he can be deadly.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay.

We book half a dozen orders, Ward'll get us that loan.

A lot of good it'll do us if we're doing time

for smuggling embargoed armaments.

I don't think I can do that.

Have you heard the latest about Eve Simpson and Martin Fraser?

Are you gonna let him get away with that?

Half the people in this town

look upon me as some sort of villain.

A real nor'easter.

We got no business casting off in one of these.

Save it. Give me a hand.

Night like this, we'll be lucky to get past the breakwater

without running aground.

Nobody's bending your arm, old man.

Get rid of him.

Henry! Here.

Here, here, let me give you a hand with that.

You're not going out in this, are you?

They've got small-craft warnings posted up and down the coast.

It's cod weather, Sheriff.

Nothing those puppies like better than to take shelter in my nets.

I'm sure glad it's not me going out there.

Yeah. Watch yourself.

There.

Yeah.

Finally got that new bilge pump. Just in time, too.

We'll be shipping a lot of water tonight.

You give my best to Adele.

Right.

Hey, you be careful out there, Henry.

You don't wanna miss a chance to win back your 50 bucks.

You keep drawing those straights, it's never gonna happen.

That's not your problem, Henry.

Pulling on your earlobe every time you bluff, that's your problem.

Good night, now.

Good night, now.

Let's get this show on the road.

Nobody ever said anything about guns.

He's right, Shannon.

The last thing we need is violence.

I don't recall you telling me anything about getting this done

only if I feel like it.

Don't argue. Just do it.

Let me give you a little advice, Mr. Bentall.

This lobster jockey, you better watch him.

He's gonna get us all thrown in the joint.

He's not the one who worries me, Phil.

Seth, can you hear me?

Seth, I've got two new leaks down here.

I know that, Jessica.

Doesn't get there till it's gone down my shirt and through my shoes.

Whoa! That is one doozy of a storm.

And it's only the beginning of the season.

At this rate, we may all float away before it's over.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher, I'm really grateful for the work.

Oh, Russell, that's not necessary.

I don't think I or Seth could've managed without you.

Well, it's much appreciated.

I guess there's no need to tell you how slim things have been

since they laid us off.

Yes, I know.

It's an ill wind that doesn't blow.

Hello? Oh!

Hello?

Hello, there.

Oh, my goodness! What happened?

Well, I lost some shingles in the night,

and the place is leaking like the Titanic.

Do me a favor and empty that, will you, dear?

Uh-huh. Thanks.

Russell. Eve.

Oh, I'm sorry to come at such a bad time, but my phone went out.

Well, I'd love to chat, but I've got my hands,

and anything else I can find, full.

I've also got to go over these students' papers.

And I'm late on a set of revisions for my editor.

Russell and you, is that because...

Martin Fraser.

Oh, lord knows he hated having to lay all those people off.

I think they blame him for the whole recession.

Martin is why I'm here.

Seth, are you all right up there?

Well, I'm... Course I'm...

Of course I'm all right.

Eve!

What are you doing here on a day like this?

You're both invited for dinner on Wednesday.

Martin's coming back from Europe.

I'm busy.

Oh, Seth, Seth.

Martin is really such a special kind of a man.

Here, here, here. No.

Uh-oh. You did hurt yourself, didn't you?

Well, it's nothing, really. It's just a little twinge.

I'll take a couple of aspirin and call myself in the morning.

There's a wonderful new chiropractor over in Bar Harbor.

Dr. Albright.

I'll make an appointment for you.

Chiropractor?

I'd rather eat broken glass.

Well, I'll run along.

Perhaps shuffle.

A piece of cake, you said.

All the arrangements for the financing

were supposed to be in place by the time I got back.

And you were supposed to give me something to work with.

Something besides smoke.

Brian tells me you've had the drawings and the mock-ups for 10 days.

What the hell have you been doing?

Martin, banks are not in the business of giving $20 million loans

on drawings and mock-ups.

Maybe they should...

Excuse me, Martin. You said you wanted to

see these as soon as they came in.

From the Pentagon. Response to our proposals.

Good news?

Negative, I'm afraid.

They say there is no money for new projects.

And you wonder why they value your inventory of missile hardware

at only ten cents on the dollar.

You think I'm not trying?

Martin,

I think you're just another one-track military-industrial-complexer

who's hoping for a rerun of the Cold War.

And I've got a bulletin for you, it's over and done with.

And so is Pantechnics unless you get serious.

Serious?

A marketable version of our underwater survey system

is just around the corner.

We've got damn near all the bugs worked out of the prototype.

The Japanese are on the phone with me every other day about our...

Martin, you're talking to me.

Look at this place. You've got about eight employees left

and a warehouse full of missile guidance systems nobody wants,

and I've got my reputation at risk back on Wall Street,

a situation that's about to change.

Wait, wait. Brian, hand me those drawings.

Carl, we're gonna be testing this equipment Saturday

on the company boat off Cabot Cove.

I'd like you to be there.

All right. I'll be there, Martin.

But I want you to understand something.

It had better be a wild success

because it's your last shot with me.

Fair enough.

Martin, what in the hell do you think you're doing?

My job.

Which is more than can be said for you.

How could you have missed the pickup?

Oh, for the love of...

This is not home delivery we're talking here.

That storm the other night is one of the worst they've had in the last two years.

As it was, our man almost lost his boat,

not to mention his life, off Humber Point.

Brian, we're talking about our survival,

our only source of cash flow till we procure that loan.

Now, if you're starting to lose your nerve on me...

It's taken care of.

I spoke to Kurtz.

I'm arranging another rendezvous and another messenger.

The fisherman bailed out on us.

But that's the least of my worries, isn't it?

There's no way I can have this prototype

up and running by Saturday and you know it.

You heard of life or death, my friend? Hmm?

Well, this is it. Our last chance.

You've got to get it working.

We book half a dozen orders, Ward'll get us that loan.

A lot of good it'll do us if we're doing time

for smuggling embargoed armaments.

Hey, kiddo. What's new in the travel business?

You went out in that storm.

Yeah.

Daddy, what's the matter with you?

You... You could have got yourself killed.

I've been at this a few years, Sarah.

Yeah. I remember them.

And you telling me about all those friends that you lost

in weather just like that.

Well, I didn't stay out long. I'm not a total fool, honey.

Oh, I... I've got something for you.

$1000?

Daddy, where did you get this?

Ah, poker games, fishing. Been saving up.

Dad, I... I can't.

Yeah, you can. Take it.

You know, you can pay me back, well, when business picks up.

Thanks.

Get outta here. I got work to do.

Yeah. You take care of yourself.

Metzger.

Oh, hi, Henry.

I guess that new bilge pump worked pretty good, huh?

Ah, no, yeah. No... No problem.

Mort, I gotta talk to you.

It's... It's important.

All right, I'll be right over. You at home?

No, no, later, about 8:00. Down at the boat.

Riddett, let's have a few words.

Hang in there, we'll get you outta here.

Lady, you're killing me. Will you please move it over there?

Back it up and let her in there, will you?

Nobody's going anywhere.

Why don't we just have a nice little picnic here?

It's all up to you now, lady.

Please, give me one of them. People are gonna see this.

No, Seth. I'm not letting you carry anything.

Look, it makes me ache just to look at you.

Now, when are you gonna make the appointment with the chiropractor?

Oh, don't start with me, Jess.

In a couple of days, it'll be as good as new.

It only hurts when I stand up, sit down, or lie down.

What in the world is going on here?

Come on, here. Let's get it moving here, okay?

Throw everybody out of work, but they can still buy themselves fancy boats, huh?

Theo, we'll talk economics later.

Let me try to get this thing outta here, will you, please?

Give me a hand. Come on, Alex, just follow him, will ya?

Stay close to him. Stay close to him.

Hold it, hold it... Lady, please!

Will you please move it over?

Okay, hold it. Okay, Mr. Nielsen, you wanna bring it on through?

Sheriff, I really do apologize for this problem, you know.

I know.

Hold it right there. Come on, move it along.

Jessica. Hello, Martin.

Eve.

Oh, hi.

Tell me, Martin, this dog and pony show...

Seth...

you figure it will bring your company's stock up off the floor, do you?

I honest to God hope so, Seth.

Seth, Martin is doing his best.

Yeah. I just hope that other people know what they're doing, too.

Seth, we really have to get back.

I've gotta get back to work.

And the caterers want a check for the full amount.

They were demanding cash, but I talked them out of it.

Helen, I don't even want to contemplate what I'd do without you.

I'll just run upstairs and get a check.

Eve! Would you get Helen whatever she wants, please?

Oh...

I don't think I can do that.

No, you can't.

Martin told me about you.

Did he tell you about himself?

Oh, Helen, I don't blame you for being bitter.

Here we are, Helen. And thanks for everything.

Henry!

Henry!

Henry!

Henry!

Henry!

Henry!

Oh, Henry.

So, I'd say poor Henry died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

When he was overcome by the fumes,

he probably fell hard on his head,

which would account for the severe cranial injuries.

Well, that exhaust manifold could've been leaking

for some time without him knowing it.

Risky thing, that.

You know, the same thing happened to my Aunt Hilda when I was a boy.

Remember my telling you that, Jess?

Her furnace vent got clogged up.

Well, you can't smell it, can you?

Poor old dear went down to the basement and never came up again.

Took three strong men to haul her back upstairs.

And at the time he called, Henry sounded really worried.

By the by, Sheriff, did you ever explain

why all the cabinets on the boat were open?

Well, he must've been looking for something.

Sarah said she can't find his logbook. Hmm.

Excuse me, Sheriff, could you get up a minute?

Ah, there it is. Thanks.

Of course, we can't account for the elephant footprints on the dock, either,

can we, Mrs. F?

Hmm?

Oh, no, Sheriff. I suppose not.

Jess, have you got a fever or something?

Normally you'd be all over the Sheriff on a case like this.

I'm sorry, but between the leakings and the hammerings

and the revisions and the corrections...

The boys are almost done on the roof, Mrs. Fletcher.

It should hold you enough for 20 years.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

Then there won't be any more hammering?

Well, not quite.

Still have to fix a couple of loose joists up in the attic.

Looks like somebody dropped a steamer trunk up there.

Yes, well...

Thanks for the breakfast, Jess.

I think I'd better run along.

You know, bacon fat would help that back of yours, Doc.

My grandma swore by it.

Bacon? Didn't you ever hear of cholesterol, Sheriff?

I'm not talking about eating it.

You rub it into the sore spot.

And you call yourself a doctor.

Oh, if I could stand up straight,

you would regret that last remark.

And molasses. Back in the old country,

my grandma cured a lumbago epidemic practically overnight.

Lumbago epidemic? Mmm-hmm.

And what old country was that, may I ask? Glocca Mora?

Oh, that's good.

Mr. Shannon? Yeah.

I'm Carl Ward.

I'm doing a financial analysis of Pantechnics Corporation.

So?

Anybody ever tell you you'd be easier to find

if you were in the Yellow Pages?

What do you want, Mr. Ward?

Information on some payments that Pantechnics made to you recently.

Three separate occasions. For shipping services?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Here's a photocopy of the checks.

What I find confusing is that

Pantechnics has an exclusive arrangement

with Carey Trucking out of Bridgeton.

Why were you hired, Mr. Shannon?

I've got work to do.

Adios.

Yeah, it's Shannon. Who's this Ward character that just left?

You said nobody's gonna know about this deal.

Hey, man, I'm stuck with all these drums from Riddett's boat down here

with no place to put 'em.

No, pal, you listen to me.

If the Feds even get one whiff of this,

I'm looking at hard time in Leavenworth.

If you can't cover my butt, pal, I'll do it myself.

As you're well aware, Mr. Tokuda, we've been photographing

the ocean floor for decades now,

but this is the first successful application of imaging technology

to read deep beneath the crust itself.

I understand your plan for Saturday has changed, Mr. Fraser.

We are to be treated to an actual working demonstration

of your prototype.

You understand correctly, so have your checkbook ready.

Oh, Eve, darling.

Eve Simpson, I'd like you to meet Mr. Risaburo Tokuda.

He's with Yosenabe Heavy Industries.

Oh, what a pleasure to meet you. Eve.

Think about a Comstock lode 1000 fathoms deep, Herr Bruch.

Our system will save billions in developmental financing.

No guesswork. It'll give it all to you on your computer screen.

Undersea mineral deposits, their depth, purity, everything.

Well, I sure hope you've got someone to take the heat

in case this thing lays an egg, Mr. Bentall.

It'll work, Sheriff. Bet on it.

Oh, you're a gambling man?

I enjoy a game now and then.

Well, I happen to have a little group that meets on Thursdays,

if you care to join us. - 00? My place?

Tomorrow night? Sure. Thanks, Sheriff.

I'll try and brush up on my probability calculus.

Probability calculus?

It's a sell-a-thon, Jess.

Martin Fraser and a couple of his corporate henchmen

trying desperately to save a dying company.

Seth, I think this underwater survey system is a wonderful idea.

And I've never seen Eve look so happy.

Yes. It's a case of love causing severely impaired vision,

to say nothing of judgment.

Oh, there's Jessica.

Hello. JESSICA: Eve. Martin.

Jessica, Seth.

Sorry to hear about Henry Riddett.

I understand he was a dear friend to you both.

Yes, he was, and we're gonna miss him.

Jessica, I don't suppose you get to spend much time

in Cabot Cove these days.

As much as I can. It'll always be home to me.

It's a wonderful place to recharge your batteries.

Isn't that the truth?

I've put Martin on notice that I will never completely leave this town.

Too many friends to leave behind here if we moved away.

Excuse me. Another guest.

There were reasons why you weren't invited, you know.

I forgive the oversight.

I want to congratulate you on the way you handled the Riddett matter.

What are you talking about?

Don't be shy, Fraser.

The man had become a liability.

Are you crazy, Kurtz? The man died accidentally.

As you wish.

But his death raises the question of what arrangements

you are making to meet our timetable.

Brian told you, we're dealing with it.

Now I think it really would be best...

I warn you, Fraser.

The ship must be met and the goods transferred.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay.

Excuse me, I have some friends I want you to meet, darling.

Could I borrow him for just a moment?

Of course.

Stop the tap dancing and get to it, huh?

All right, Martin, I will. I'm onto your game.

I figured out what you're attempting to do

with that inventory of embargoed guidance components.

I'd hoped we'd been more clever.

But then given the carte blanche I was forced to give you,

I suppose it was just a matter of time.

Give me credit for a little ingenuity, Martin.

It was very well concealed.

I presume your purpose was to provide interim cash flow

until the bank loan came through.

Which I suppose is a dead issue now.

Not necessarily.

You wanted me to get to the point. Here it is, Martin.

I want one-third of whatever you realize.

And if I refuse, the loan disappears, is that it?

It gets worse.

Interested federal agencies will be informed.

Are you gonna let him get away with that?

Do I have a choice?

Make it easy on you. Three.

I'm out.

You three, raise you three.

No.

No, too rich for my blood.

Well, I will see your raise,

and I will raise you five.

What's the matter, Brian? You need a calculator?

Real men can afford to be gracious when they're winning, Sheriff.

Well, you should've reminded yourself of that last week, Doc.

I'm gonna be hearing about this card by card all day tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?

Call.

Full house. Aces over tens.

Well, I guess you don't have to be an Einstein

to play this game after all, huh?

That's for sure.

Oh, good idea, Brian. You call your answering machine again.

See if Amarillo Slim left you any of his secrets.

Maybe he did.

Okay, gentlemen. It's gonna be a little five-card draw.

Jacks or better. Ante up.

My luck's about to change.

You got a hunch, bet a bunch,

but luck has nothing to do with it.

Isn't there a city ordinance that punishes bad winners?

Can I help, Martin, hmm?

I wish you could, sweetheart.

Maybe another one of these would do the trick.

Isn't there something we might talk about

that might help you unwind?

Apart from the marine survey systems?

Oh, we could talk about me about to lose everything I've built for ten years.

Martin.

And we could talk about the people,

the engineers with a Volvo and a mortgage.

I'm sorry.

Let's face it, huh?

Saying I'm rotten company tonight

would be a massive understatement.

I'll just take you home and then I'll brood by myself.

No, no. You're not gonna take me home.

Hi, there.

Either of you fellows seen Carl Ward,

the guy driving that car parked up there?

No. Ain't been nobody around this morning.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Trust me, Martin. It still won't interfere with our plans for Saturday.

Listen, I've gotta go.

I'll be in as soon as I can.

Good morning, Mrs. F.

I figured you'd be too distracted to come down here.

Well, I'm just taking a post office break.

Another accident?

If that's what it was.

Two in less than a week, almost the same. Surprising, if you ask me.

Henry Riddett, you mean? How similar is it?

Blow to the head, CO poisoning, leaky exhaust?

Some memory.

Now, I could have sworn you weren't listening to a word that day.

So could I, Sheriff.

Any elephant footprints this time?

Well, not that I... She's sneaky, Sheriff.

You still haven't answered my question.

Similar? Very.

Practically identical, I'd call it,

right down to the wounds on the heads.

Except for Mr. Ward's bruised wrist.

Two murders?

Basically the same MO.

Except that in Henry's case, theft might have been involved.

Ah, that's right. It might not have been Henry

who was looking for whatever on his boat.

Well, any idea when this happened?

Mmm, I'd say somewhere between 7:00 and 10:00 last night.

We'll have a better fix when the coroner's finished.

Thing is, why would someone kill a fisherman and an investment banker?

I mean, where's the connection?

And apparently try to steal something from the fisherman.

What's going on, Sheriff?

Are you saying this is a murder?

Well, it's possible.

Any notions why Mr. Ward would be on your company boat last night?

I haven't the foggiest.

He knew we were readying the new survey system

for a demonstration run on Saturday, but...

That electronic gear. Maybe he came down to check on it,

make sure it was in working order.

Sheriff, I've only installed a small part of it.

The heart of the system is under lock and key back at Pantechnics.

Carl knew that.

Perhaps he was supposed to meet someone.

And the appointment turns out to be the killer.

He hits Ward, shoves him in the engine compartment,

switches it on and asphyxiates him with the exhaust fumes.

I don't know, Sheriff. I mean, it still doesn't explain

those bruises on Mr. Ward's wrist,

and it seems a rather cumbersome way to kill someone.

I mean, why not a gun or a knife or strangulation?

Could be a candidate for the record books

under "Odd Ways to Commit a Murder."

Record books.

Seth, would you mind dropping these off at the post office?

They're my student's papers. Yes.

Right. Okay.

Uh-huh. Until midnight.

And your mother will confirm that?

It's the best I can do, Sheriff. I was there all evening.

Okay, Mr. Fraser, now you.

Well, I'm afraid I can't back an account of my whereabouts, Sheriff.

I worked late. Left the office about 1:00 a.m.

This $20 million loan that Carl was trying to arrange for you,

what was the money gonna be used for?

R and D. Research and Development.

We plan to develop a line of products for civilian use.

Well, the report that the victim filed with his people in New York,

he didn't feel you had a plan.

And I've gotta tell you, Mr. Fraser,

there's a lot of people here in Cabot Cove who feel the same way.

Well, they're sadly mistaken, aren't they?

I've put my lifeblood into this company,

but I'm not about to let it fail.

Even if it costs a few people their lives?

Wrong, Sheriff. And I'll tell you something else.

Carl Ward was my conduit to that money.

Dead, he's no good to me or Pantechnics.

Come on, Helen, I think we've taken up enough of the good Sheriff's time.

Hey, Mr. Fraser.

Don't take it personally.

Oh, but I do,

'cause I don't think this is about just those two killings.

I don't know what you're talking about.

In spite of my investment here,

you, Dr. Hazlitt, half the people in this town

look upon me as some sort of villain,

an outsider who can't be trusted.

Oh, Jess, those coroner's reports you wanted.

Oh, Seth, I should have come over to your office. Sit down, please.

I'd rather stand if you don't mind.

Okay.

Well, he confirms that both deaths were due to carbon monoxide poisoning.

Just as you suspected.

Clever fellow, that coroner.

Except that Carl Ward appears to have been hit on the head

an hour or two before he died.

CO poisoning works pretty fast, doesn't it?

Yeah.

Aunt Hilda went off in a couple of moments,

poor old girl.

Jessica, it came in this morning's mail.

Hello, Seth.

Sarah.

You've got to tell me how you knew Daddy would send me a package.

I didn't. It was just a hunch.

Your father's logbook and his nautical charts.

May I? Of course.

But why would Daddy send them to me?

I guess that he might have sent them to you

to prevent them from getting into someone else's hands.

Possibly the person or persons who searched his boat.

Are you saying that my father knew he might be killed?

I'm afraid it looks more and more that way, Sarah.

Now, here it is. The night of the storm.

"21:00 hours, cast off from Cabot Cove dock.

"Full load of merchandise from New Seaford."

Merchandise?

"23:42 hours, sea's impassable.

"Unable to round Humber Point.

"Turning back for Cabot Cove."

Humber Point. That's not where he goes for codfish.

Hang on.

Yeah, could you give me the telephone number

of the coast guard in Portland, please?

The Aurora Discoverer?

Yes, a container ship, 12,000 tons.

Liberian registry.

Departed Boston on the 17th.

Mmm-hmm. Lieutenant Billingsley said

that it was the only ship that passed Humber Point

in either direction the night of the storm.

And their radar report indicates that it stood off the point

from 9:00 p.m. until after midnight.

Now wait a minute, am I missing something here?

I mean, what has this got to do with anything?

Sheriff, didn't you tell me that Henry Riddett

was transferring something from the back of a truck onto his fishing boat?

Yeah. A new bilge pump.

Ah-ha. Perhaps.

"Perhaps."

Now what is that supposed to mean? It wasn't a bilge pump?

Come on, Mrs. F, give.

Did you see what was in the back of that truck?

Fifty-five gallon fuel drums.

A plain white truck on the dock at Cabot Cove.

Suppose it wasn't fuel.

Suppose it was something that Henry was taking on board

to deliver to the Aurora Discoverer.

Well, that would certainly explain Henry's log entry

about merchandise from New Seaford.

And it might also explain why he was killed.

Did you happen to see the license plate number on that truck?

No.

But I'm not all bad. I've got the make and model.

All in all, probably enough to run a trace.

And I think I'd recognize the driver.

This does seem to be the place.

Mmm-hmm.

They're up on the shelf in there.

I'll call you back.

Mr. Shannon, may we talk to you, please?

Yeah, I'm busy.

So am I. I'm investigating a murder.

This is Mrs. Fletcher.

What do you want?

You met Henry Riddett in Cabot Cove the night of the storm. Why?

He needed a new generator and I delivered it.

He said it was a bilge pump. You wanna try again?

Judging from what we know, Mr. Shannon,

it seems reasonable to assume that you and he

were involved in some sort of smuggling operation.

Hey, sometimes I get hired to pick up fuel drums from Pantechnics,

drop 'em off at this guy's boat.

Fuel drums.

When Henry brought those back the night of the storm,

where did you take 'em?

Who said they came back? The last I saw of them.

You want to open that truck, please?

Sure.

Satisfied?

Thanks for your cooperation.

Sheriff, that rope in the truck, I've seen that before.

I think I may know where he took them.

The Pantechnics boat.

Bingo! There must be 15 drums full of these things down there.

Any idea who might want to take another trip out to sea?

Mr. Fraser, you want to tell me what this is?

It's part of a missile guidance system.

We used to manufacture them.

You wanna tell me why your boat's crammed full of them?

It's a mistake pure and simple.

They should be in our warehouse at Pantechnics.

Was it a mistake, Martin?

Didn't you try to ship these out to a freighter

five nights ago aboard Henry Riddett's boat?

I don't think you realize what's happening...

Before you say anything dumb, Mr. Fraser,

I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Carl Ward.

And probably Henry Riddett, too. Andy.

Now wait a minute, Mr. Fraser.

Are you trying to tell me that there's some international bad guy

running around Cabot Cove,

and he killed Henry Riddett and Carl Ward?

I believe so, yes.

And what's his name? Goldfinger?

Kurtz. Walter Kurtz.

Description.

Thinning brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'10",

wears wire-rimmed glasses.

Exactly.

I'm not even gonna ask.

I saw him talking to Martin at his party.

He's an arms dealer, a middleman, and he can be deadly.

All right, now let's take this from the beginning.

Your company was going belly-up,

so you decide to sell a few million bucks' worth of missile parts

through this guy Kurtz to some people who really shouldn't get them.

Crime number one.

That was the plan.

Only Henry never meets the ship off Humber Point. He comes back, frightened.

You smash him over the head and break his exhaust outlet

to make it look like an accident. Crime number two.

I had nothing to do with that.

Then Carl Ward goes through your books and discovers your scam.

Now did he threaten to go to the Feds or did he want money instead?

Either way, you've got to keep him quiet.

So he goes the same way Henry did. Crime number three.

And you've already told me you haven't got an alibi for either murder.

Darling, there are times when being a gentleman just isn't worth the price.

Sheriff, Martin couldn't possibly have killed Carl Ward or Henry Riddett.

He was with me both nights.

Till when?

Until breakfast.

Do I detect wheels turning?

It just annoys me that I can't figure out

why the killer knocked out Carl Ward

and then waited two hours before starting the motor to asphyxiate him.

It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, does it?

I assume it occurred to you that Eve might be lying to protect Martin Fraser.

Oh, I don't think that she did.

I doubt that she'd make something like that up.

I mean, it... It's... Well, it's too personal.

These are the '90s, Mrs. F.

Now what did they do? Send out to Portland for our lunch?

Hey, back seems a lot better, huh, Doc?

Time is a great healer, Mort.

As a matter of fact, I've never felt looser.

Well, isn't that wonderful, Seth?

And high time because, you know, I have mislaid that chiropractor's card.

Oh.

That reminds me, I... You know, I borrowed that

thinking I might have a possible patient referral.

Oh.

How did you like Dr. Albright?

What?

Oh.

She's all right, I suppose, if you like that sort of thing.

By the way, have you heard the latest about

Eve Simpson and Martin Fraser?

Mrs. Pemberthy has it on good account

that they have a love child who's being raised

in Paris by nuns.

I tell you, gossip gets around this town faster than a phone call.

That's it, that's it.

Seth, you have just put your finger on the killer's modus operandi.

I have?

Yeah. Sheriff, let's go.

We're gonna have to rustle up some help.

Ah.

Of course I'll do anything I can to help, Sheriff.

You say there are some new circumstances?

Yes. For one thing, Martin Fraser's been cleared of both murders.

Oh, thank God.

He may have overstepped the line with this contraband business,

but I was never convinced he could murder anyone.

What can I do to help?

Well, I need to find Walter Kurtz.

You suspect him?

We have reason to believe we know how he arranged the killings.

Now is it possible for you to contact him and set up a meeting?

I think so, yeah.

It may take some time. He tends to be somewhat elusive.

I'll call you as soon as I find him.

Thank you, Mr. Bentall.

Sheriff.

Yes?

You say you know how he did it?

Yep.

But it's kind of policy not to give out any details, you understand.

Of course. You'll hear from me.

Oh, Miss Lewis, I wonder if I might have a word with you?

If you wish.

I'll take that, Mr. Bentall, if you don't mind.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fletcher. What brings you here?

You did, Mr. Bentall.

I'm arresting you for the murders of Carl Ward and Henry Riddett.

For crying out loud, I was sitting two seats away from you

at a poker game at the time that Carl was murdered.

Tell him, Mrs. F.

What better alibi than the local sheriff himself?

But earlier in the evening, you'd arranged to meet Mr. Ward right here.

The coroner's report indicated that the blow you struck to his head

occurred two hours or so before he died.

You handcuffed your victim to the engine

and opened up the exhaust manifold

so that when you turned on the boat's engine,

the deadly carbon monoxide fumes could escape.

You came back here after the poker game to remove the handcuffs.

What you didn't know was that Ward regained consciousness before he died.

His struggle left lacerations and bruises on his wrist and hand,

marks that you couldn't possibly have seen in the dark,

but were apparent to the coroner.

Towards 10:00, with the poker group present,

you made a phone call on your cellular phone,

a call to a circuit board

you'd placed in the engine housing,

which you just removed... Maybe he did.

The board that started the cruiser's engine

when you punched in a code by telephone.

It'll never fly, Sheriff.

The phone company records will show that I called

my answering machine at work.

Oh, sure. I impounded it an hour ago.

One of my deputies knows something about electronics.

Now he says the machine was rigged to relay a radio signal,

and I'm sure if we examine this gizmo real closely,

we'll find that it was picked up right here.

You killed Carl Ward almost the same way you murdered Henry.

With a strong alibi for the second murder,

you assumed you'd never be suspected for the first.

Andy.

Brian Bentall made a full confession

to the district attorney this morning.

Seems he had it arranged with Kurtz

where he was gonna complete the missile parts transfer himself

and abscond with the money. Mmm-hmm.

So, when Carl Ward heard about the plan,

he demanded a piece of it, and that's when Brian decided to kill him.

It's too bad about that marine survey system Brian invented,

because now neither he, Helen Lewis,

or Martin Fraser are gonna be around to enjoy it.

And I understand that the demonstration

those Boston people ran was a huge success.

They're buying up Pantechnics,

which will be a wonderful boost to the local economy.

Enjoy your lunch, ladies.

Are you all right, Eve?

Oh. Oh, I'm fine, really.

It's just going to take time.

And I've... I've got lots to keep me busy.

The office and replanting the garden,

sorting my socks... you know. Excuse me.

Eve Simpson?

Yes.

I'm sorry to disturb you. Your office told me I could find you here.

I'm just in town for the day and I'm looking for property

to buy in the area.

But I can see that you're busy. Maybe some other time.

Oh, no, no, no. Today is fine, Mr...

Wright.

Oh, yes, of course. I should have guessed.

Ben Wright.

I'm sorry, Jessica, but you understand. Would you excuse me?

Business before pleasure.

Oh, absolutely, Eve.

I mean, you can sort your socks any day.