All language subtitles for MSW s06e11 Father.eng

We need a mayor
who is sensitive to women's issues.

Run for mayor.
What?

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

You promised
that after you finished this term of office,

you'd marry me.

I adore Cabot Cove,
but really, the people here aren't exactly ambitious.

Well, I love it here.

Anybody who's ever
stayed in that motel knows the windows don't lock.

Then you are running.

I knew it, I knew it!

I'm not running!

JESSICA: A-ha, Seth.

I'm feeling hearty
this morning, Jess.

What do you say we go
for a mile and a quarter?

Perfect, if we walk
towards town.

I have a haircut
at Loretta's.

As long as
I don't have to go inside.

I'll just get my purse.

Aren't you going to call in
the professionals, huh?

I give you
another week at this.

Seth, I have told you.

I find this
very relaxing.

(CHUCKLING) That.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes, speaking.

Oh, yes, Mr. Vernon.

Yes, I did get
your letter, and...

Well, I'm flattered that
your client loves my house,

but as I explained
when I wrote back...

Thank you, but my house
is not for sale.

Mr. Vernon, forgive me
if I seem a little abrupt,

but I do not wish to sell,

not now, not ever.

How much?

You know what's driving
the property values

right through the roof,
don't you?

It's these rich weekenders

spilling over
from Morgan Bay.

Yes, Morgan Bay used to be
such a nice, sleepy little town.

Now you can't even
get into the café

at the Shady Side
Restaurant there without a reservation.

Well, you don't think
that's going to happen here, do you?

What do you suppose
that phone call was all about?

I tell you,
these city people

are looking
for new territory to weekend-ize.

Morning, Sam.

Oh, morning,
Jessica, Doc.

Been meaning
to talk to you.

Can't stop, Sam.
We're edging up our pulse rates.

My goodness, Sam,
is it election time already?

Every two years.

Didn't know Sam
could count that high.

Oh, Seth,
he's harmless enough.

That's my point exactly.
He never does anything.

Don't you think it's peculiar
that he takes off every July?

July, Jess.

When everything's going on
with the tourists and all. Tourists!

You know, Seth,
you don't have to exercise to get your pulse rate up.

(JESSICA CHUCKLES)

Morning, Milton.

Jessica.

I didn't know you were
running against Sam.

Dirty job,
but somebody's got to do it.

SETH: "The future is now"?

What in blazes
does that mean?

The future's not now.
It's then.

No, no, the past is then.

Should be
an interesting race.

This is the first time
in years

that Sam has had
any competition.

Milton is too much
of a grouch

to capture the imagination
of those voters

who have seen to it
that Sam is returned to office

term after term after term.

You mean the 86%
that stay home.

Exactly.

(WOLF WHISTLE)

Jessica,

all I know is that your books
give me nightmares.

Why don't you
write something happy in a nice magazine?

Ideal, somehow I don't think
that Jessica's goals

include writing recipes
for leftover meat loaf.

Actually,
my main goal right now

is finishing
fixing up my house.

Are you thinking
of selling, Jessica?

The market's strong now.
I'm sure we could do very well.

Sell? Eve, my goodness,

you know
I wouldn't dream of it.

(DOOR OPENING)

Oh, excuse me a second,
Jessica.

Good morning,
Mrs. Thayer.

Yes, I wonder
if you could help me.

Her husband's very nice,

but she's a bit of a snob.

Well, all I know is that
when I see them around town,

they're always arguing
about something.

EVE: Well, they paid 208
for Sarah Jenkins' house,

just for weekends.

Well, $208
seems very reasonable for a weekend.

Well, I can get to you
as soon as I'm finished with Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, good.
Help yourself to some coffee.

Oh, have you got
any cappuccino?

Afraid not.

Oh.

Decaf?

No.

Good morning.

Oh, hello.

Good morning, Winifred.

You look very relaxed
for somebody who's throwing a party tonight.

WINIFRED: Oh, well, you know,
Jessica, the caterers take care of all of that.

Although, I must say,
I really don't trust them.

Are there any good food people
in this town?

Now, you be sure to call me
about your house, Jessica.

I think I already have
one of your cards, Eve.

You know,
I'm really so busy right now.

There's this New York attorney
who has all sorts of Park Avenue-ish clients

who are so thrilled
with Cabot Cove.

But I'm sure I could find time
for some of your friends

who might like to move
to our little pied-a-plage, Mrs. Thayer.

Well, of course, but...

(EXCLAIMS) Quel dommage.

Jessica's taken my last card.

But perhaps I could
bring some by your house this evening.

Say, 8:00-ish?

Oh, good heavens,
look at the time.

I completely forgot

my parking meter.

Now, you say you can take me
in about half an hour?

I'll squeeze you in.

Splendid.

Jessica.

Eve, that New York attorney
wouldn't by any chance be Jason Vernon, would it?

Jessica, I can't believe
you'd do business behind my back.

Isn't he a doll?

Et tu, Phyllis?

Oh, come on.
He just came by my place

to say that he was
very interested in my property.

I must say, he did make
a good case for development.

And he said he could help
my travel agency.

You know,
I got kind of a strange offer myself from that guy.

And I thought
he was my exclusive.

Well, he sent me a letter

saying that this building
could be very valuable,

pending a zoning change.

Now, what does that mean?

I can't imagine.

I mean, a zoning change
would require

that there should be
a change in the way that the city council votes,

and Sam's always provided
the swing vote

that keeps everything
the way it is.

Which is a prehistoric way
to run a city.

You'd think
we were in the Dark Ages before 30-day escrows.

I mean, we've got to
get Sam Booth out of there.

Oh, Eve, you can't be voting
for Milton Overguard.

That sexist pig?
Forget about it.

Well, I'm going to vote
for him.

Ideal, why?

He's such a sourpuss.

I bet you can't think
of one nice thing to say about him.

Well,

his poor dear wife,
may she rest in peace,

did make the most delicious
cherry turnovers.

Well, me, I'm voting for Sam.
He's got nice soft hair.

You're done, Jessica.

Thank you, dear.

You know,
what this town really needs

is a woman mayor.

Don't you think so, Jessica?

Well, I don't think
that the mayor's sex should really matter.

No.

But it helps to have some.

Phyllis! That's not nice.

Four weeks, Jessica.

Thank you, Loretta.

I'm ever so sorry
to bother you ladies,

but do any of you know
where I might find the Mayor's office?

Oh, yes.

Turn to the left,
go almost a block, you can't miss it.

Why, thank you, ma'am.
That's right nice of you.

Tell you the truth,
I do feel kind of dumb asking,

but I get a little confused
here in the big city.

Do you work here, ma'am?

Oh, no, dear.

This is Jessica Fletcher,
the writer.

Uh-huh.
Oh, and I'm Annie Mae Chapman.

Hello.

Bye-bye.
JESSICA: Bye.

Oh, ma'am, I was just hoping
to make an appointment for tomorrow,

if you can fit me in.

I know you must be real busy,
with a beautiful place like this.

Well, I'm sure
I could fit you in, Miss Chapman.

Oh, good.

See, there's somebody
that I want to look real special for.

Now, who does she want
to look so special for?

What's the matter, Eve?
Afraid of a little competition?

Well, would you look
at what they've done to Sarah Jenkins' house.

You'd think the whole point
of living at the beach

would be to get
as far away as possible from the city.

Jessica. Here we are.
I found him.

Jessica,
glad you could make it.

Thank you so much.

Seth.
Horton.

How many raffle tickets
can I sell you?

They're only $50.

Apiece?

See, I told you.
They are too expensive.

Every penny goes
to the Cabot Cove Wilderness Protection Fund.

Oh, yes, so that the deer
can continue to chew up my roses.

Honey...

Well, I'd love
to buy two.

I think it's very neighborly
of you

to throw this party
for the fund, Horton.

May I give you a check
before I leave?

Of course.
All right.

Just wanted
to let the locals know that we care about Cabot Cove.

And let them take a gander
at the house, of course.

Naturally, he couldn't wait
until it was finished.

Of course, we'll probably
all be dead by then.

WINIFRED: Now, Jessica,
don't get me wrong.

I adore Cabot Cove,
but really, the people here aren't exactly ambitious.

Well, I love it here.

I love the slow carpenters,

I love your new traffic light
that kind of sticks on yellow.

Well, of course
you love it, darling.

You're not trapped
behind it all week

when you're trying
to get things done.

All you have to do
is just come flying in for the weekend.

You know, that airstrip
is about the only thing

that could stand improving.

If you put in a real airport,
I wouldn't have to drive down from Morgan Bay.

Oh, and where do you suggest
we put this real airport?

Oh, it wouldn't be hard
to yank out a couple of acres of pine.

WINIFRED: No.

HORTON: Paul!

Paul contributed
the Ferrari for the raffle. Excuse us, won't you?

Oh, just one moment,
please.

These rumaki are supposed
to be cooked.

It's raw bacon here, dear.

Ferrari?

Rumaki.

Oh, Seth! Jessica!

Isn't this fabulous?

I've already made
three appointments for people to see your house, Jessica.

Eve, I'm not selling
my house.

Oh, good idea,
Jessica.

Wait till the prices
go up even further.

Oh, my!

Isn't that Horton Thayer?

He's dreamy.

Doesn't she realize
that if the weekenders push up these values,

the locals won't even be able
to afford Cabot Cove?

EVE: I'm a Realtor
here in town,

and I wanted to give you
my card.

All right, well...
Would you excuse me, please?

Oh, of course.

She came on to me.

What, I can't even
smile at a woman?

Are we going to go
through this again?

I just want to know what room
you're going to be sleeping in tonight, darling.

Oh!

The lady Eve strikes again.

Well, the mayoral candidates
are pressing the flesh.

SETH: Of course,
in Sam's case,

there's an abundance
of flesh to press.

Pardon me.

You are J.B. Fletcher,
the mystery writer, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm sorry to bother you,
ma'am,

but I'm a great fan...

Oh!
...of your house.

Oh, come on, woman,
I haven't got all night.

Doc!

Excuse me, Doc.

I've been wanting to confer
with influential citizens

about a project
I've come up with

that will really
put us on the map.

The Cabot Cove
International Airport.

Oh, now, this airport
wouldn't specialize in commuter flights

between here and Boston,
now, would it, Milton?

Sure! Boston's a nice town.
What's wrong with that?

Tell me something, Milton.

Where exactly
does all the money come

for those five-color posters
of yours, huh?

I haven't met a single person
in Cabot Cove

that has contributed one cent
toward your campaign.

Maybe I am getting funds
from out-of-towners.

What's wrong with that?

I got a right
to get campaign money anywhere I can.

It's the American way.

I'll tell you something else
that's the American way.

These out-of-towners
can support you till the cows come home,

but they cannot vote for you.

Thanks for making my night,
Doc.

Oh, Doc.

Doc, you're not supporting
that nasty old coot, now, are you?

I plead the sanctity
of the polling booth, Sam.

But, Doc,

I don't know what I'd be
if I wasn't mayor.

Getting reelected's
about all I know how to do.

Let me tell you
something, Sam.

Your record
as a zero-growth mayor is very attractive,

not that you planned it
that way.

How's that again, Doc?

What I'm trying to say
is that your strong suit

is that you are
a do-nothing mayor.

Oh.

Thanks, Doc. Thanks a lot.

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

You know me.
I went to school with you.

I was there
when your children were born

and when your pets died.

You named the new sewage line
after me.

(ALL LAUGHING)

If there's anybody out there
who has any doubts

about electing me
to another two years of service to Cabot Cove,

let them speak now.

But, Sam, you promised me
you wouldn't run again.

Who said that? I never made
any such promise in my life.

Well, who in blazes are you?

Sam, it's me, Annie Mae.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

I just got my hair done,
so I guess he doesn't recognize me.

I don't know any Annie Mae.

Why, Sam, don't pretend
like you don't know me.

But I don't know you.

And what's more,
I don't think anybody here knows you.

Oh, yes, we do.

Sure.

Well, I mean, Eve does,
and Loretta.

We met yesterday.

At my place. Yeah.

Well, of course
they don't know me.

I've never even
left Wyoming before.

Ladies and gentlemen,

if you're gonna believe
an outside agitator from Wyoming...

Casper, Wyoming.

You remember, Sam.

You promised
that after you finished this term of office,

you'd come back
and marry me.

(ALL GASPING)

Marry you? Ridiculous!

I've never even
seen this woman before.

She probably escaped
from the Portland Sanitarium.

Friends, friends, friends.

LORETTA: Oh, look, honey.

Look,

you may have
caught the Mayor at a bad time.

I mean, what more could he say
in front of a crowd of voters?

He could have said
he loves me

and that he's coming back
with me like he promised.

Are you sure we're talking
about the same Sam Booth?

Oh, of course.

Here.

That's Gladys, our eldest.

Your eldest?

And that's Randolph
and Fitzroy, the twins.

And there's Clementine,
and there's the baby, Sam Junior.

Morning, Jessica.

Oh, good morning, Fulton.

Guess you heard
about yesterday's ruckus.

Oh, yes.

Never would have thought it
of Sam Booth.

Can't picture him being
the father of five, can you?

Especially with such
an attractive young lady.

Oh, then you've met Annie Mae?

Oh, my, yes, yes.

She came around
asking for directions.

She's so very attractive,
don't you think?

She didn't happen
to ask for directions

to the Mayor's office,
did she?

That Sam's a sly fox,
isn't he?

JESSICA: Seth, I'm surprised.

I mean, Sam just doesn't
seem like the sort of person who would lead a double life.

He's an open book.

Something
by Jacqueline Susann.

Do you know that
he's lived in the same house since he was born?

I've never even
seen him out on a date.

May not be quite as harmless
as you thought, eh?

You know, Seth Hazlitt,
you really are an old gossip.

You know that?

Absolutely wrong.

I'm merely
an informed citizen who, come election day,

is going to exercise
his God-given right at the ballot box.

This year,
I'm actually going to vote.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

I'll get it.

Howard, Ebeneezer.

Hope we're not
interrupting anything, Jessica.

Of course not.
Come inside.

Doc, what are you doing here?

I might ask you
the same question, Howard.

Emergency.

Oh, I'll get my bag.

No, it's not you, Doc.
It's Jessica's help we need.

What?

As you know, Jessica,
Ebeneezer and I sit on the city council.

And the only way
we've been able to keep the zoning

the way it needs to be

is because Sam
has been providing the swing vote.

But because of this scandal,
Sam may not be reelectable.

And if Milton Overguard
is elected,

that will tip the city council
towards the zoning changes.

Yes, it certainly
is cause for alarm, but what can I do?

Run for mayor.
What?

Now, there's an idea.

You would be a shoo-in.

Oh, but surely
there are others

who are far more qualified
than I am.

Everybody likes you,
Jessica.

They respect your judgment.

And you've got the good sense
to keep your trap shut.

And you have no history
of philandering.

(SETH CLEARING THROAT)

Do you?

Thank you, both of you.

But I have just finished
two books in a row,

and I'm looking forward
to a nice rest.

Oh, but you're
the only celebrity we have in this town.

You're uniquely qualified.

Yes. No one has your style,
your popularity...

HOWARD: Your intelligence.
You're one of a kind, Jessica.

One of a kind.

Gentlemen, thank you.
I'm really very flattered.

But the answer is no.
Unequivocally no.

What about you, Doc?
Would you consider running?

For you, ma'am.
For you, Miss Pickett.

Overguard potholders
for you, Miss Simpson.

Thank you.

Potholder!
Potholders for Overguard!

EVE: "With Overguard
you won't get burnt"?

Have you ever heard of
such a paternalistic attitude?

Actually, Eve,

I'd say that Sam
is the candidate with the paternalistic attitude.

(DOOR OPENING)

Well, girls, I knew it.

I just went through
all my old records at the travel agency,

and sure enough,

Sam Booth has taken a trip
to Casper, Wyoming, every July

for the last 10 years.

How disgusting.

Well, he should
resign from office and drop out of the election.

It's the only
honorable thing to do.

Well, at least he should
resign from the committee

to pick
the father of the year.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Oh, Corrine,
will you get that?

You know what we need?

We need a mayor
who is sensitive to women's issues.

I mean, somebody
who doesn't take the women of Cabot Cove for granted.

Mrs. Simpson,
it was a Mr. Knox

about that order
you offered to write up for him.

Oh, God!
Oh, how could I forget?

He's hot to trot
for the old Mulavey place.

And he's in the middle
of a heavenly divorce.

She'd be the worst thing
that could ever happen to this town.

But there is
one woman in Cabot Cove

who would make
a terrific mayor.

I'm sorry,
but the answer is no.

It was no last night,
and it's no now.

But, Jessica,
we can't have Sam Booth.

But...
Another thing, Phyllis.

I think that Sam
should be given a chance to answer these charges

before the whole town
pillories him.

Sam's secretary
said that Sam's been avoiding Annie Mae

all over town.

Well, that shouldn't be
too hard.

Annie Mae didn't even
know her way to the Mayor's office.

She came by my travel agency
and asked me for directions.

Phyllis, did you
give her directions

that could have led her
to the Bayside Café?

Not unless her IQ
is smaller than her bra size.

EVE: A civic government
is like the kitchen of a house.

And who's better
in the kitchen than a woman?

Sisters, think about it.
Think about it.

If all the women
in Cabot Cove vote for me,

those two sexist pigs
will split the male chauvinist vote

and we'll finally
have a woman in the kitchen.

Now, everybody,
help yourself to cookies.

Sounds like good strategy.

I don't know.

Eve's already alienated
a certain portion of the voters.

Women with husbands.

Oh.

Oh, thank goodness.
A familiar face.

You were
in the beauty parlor.

Mmm-hmm.

Jessica...
Fletcher.

Fletcher. And I'm
Annie Mae Chapman.

Of course.

I don't know why
that nice Mrs. Simpson invited me.

I don't know a soul here.

Oh, but Annie Mae,
surely you've met some other people from town.

Well, between you and me,
ma'am, they're only interested in gossiping,

and that's not
why I came here.

Forgive me for asking,

but why did you come
to Cabot Cove?

Why, to see Sam, of course.

Yes, but why now? I mean,
why, after all these years,

did you decide
to visit Cabot Cove now?

To tell you the truth,
I was getting a little impatient with Sam.

Every year he'd say
how's he has obligations to the folks here.

So last year, I finally said
that when he is done with this term of office,

he should come back
to Wyoming and take care of me and the little ones.

What a shame you couldn't
bring the children with you.

Is somebody looking after them
for you?

They're with my sister.
Oh.

I just miss them so much.

Oh, I don't think
I showed you

this sweet little photo
of Sam.

She's in here, girls!
And she's showing pictures!

Isn't it cute,
that little hat?

And he is standing
right in front of our little love cabin in the woods.

JESSICA: Mmm-hmm.

Oh, and here's
where he made me hold that smelly old fish

while he took my photo.

And this is Gladys
and the twins.

Oh, I'm sorry to be
boring you this way, Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, don't be silly.
Oh, the twins are beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

Strange. You know,
I seem to have seen them somewhere.

Sure. They look
just like Sam.

Annie Mae? Oh, Annie Mae,
Eve's been trying to find you.

She wants to introduce you
to some people.

Well, my goodness,
isn't that nice?

If you ladies
will excuse me.

Oh, of course.

Come on.
Let's go.

"Some people" being the entire
female voting population of Cabot Cove.

You got it.

You know, Annie Mae certainly
knows how to handle herself for a girl from the sticks.

Yeah, well, she may be
from the sticks,

but she stopped off
in New York to get her hair done.

Oh, you mean her haircut
is too sophisticated?

Well, that's no
Casper, Wyoming, color job.

Jessica!

Sam?

Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you for hours.

Well, I've been
at Eve Simpson's. Whatever is it?

Eve Simpson's? You were
at that suffragette rally?

I came over here
to go down on bended knee

and beg you
to support me publicly,

only to find out
you're supporting Eve Simpson.

No, Sam.
Listen, calm down, will you?

Just answer me this, Jessica.

What did I ever do to you?

Sam, I'm not
supporting anybody.

Then you are running.

I knew it, I knew it!

Well, you know
what that means.

Everyone's gonna believe
that awful girl's story.

I'll be finished in this town.

Sam, would you please
get ahold of yourself?

Finished!

I'm not running!

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

Bad news, Jessica.
The election?

Well, you might say.
Annie Mae Chapman was killed last night.

What?
HOWARD: Shot dead in her motel room.

Oh, that's terrible!
You're telling us.

It takes Sam completely
out of the running for mayor.

Has anybody notified
her sister?

Which leaves
only Milton and Eve, both of whom are,

as you know,
very dangerous.

Oh, please stop, both of you.
A woman has died.

I mean, let's set aside
the election for now.

Well, you're
absolutely right, Jessica.

And that's why
you'd be such a great mayor. You have compassion.

That's right.
You've got to run. We don't care what you say.

We'll write you in,
if necessary.

A-yup.

Please, Sam.
I want to help you.

Well, what exactly
did you have in mind, Jessica?

A statement
to the press?

Well, I'm talking
about the murder of Annie Mae Chapman.

What's that got to do with me?

That's a good question.

I don't mean to be
suspicious, Jessica,

but after what
you've put me through these last few days,

you'll have to excuse me
if I question your loyalties.

Sam, you've got to realize
that people are going to,

well, at least wonder
about the nature

of your relationship
with that young woman.

What?

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher.

Mr. Mayor, I'm afraid
I'm gonna have to ask you

a few questions
about last night.

Sheriff.

Well, you can't believe
I had anything to do with that girl's death?

Where were you
last night, sir?

He came to see me, Sheriff.

No kidding. Stay long?

No, no.
He seemed rather upset.

What about?

Well, I suppose
it could have been

that you were concerned
about your reputation, weren't you, Sam?

Well, thanks, Jessica.

(SARCASTICALLY)
Thank you ever so much for your help.

It's all a smear, Sheriff.
A smear to keep me from winning.

Well, here's my problem, sir.

You're the only person in town
who had a relationship with the deceased.

We did not
have a relationship!

I've never had a relationship
with anybody.

Then how do you explain
these photos?

Fakes!
Why, this is a conspiracy!

That's not you
holding that fish?

Sheriff, Annie Mae
could have gotten ahold of one of those pictures,

had another one
of herself taken.

I mean, they're not
in the same shot.

That's right.

METZGER: What about
the photos of the kids?

I hate children.

I mean, I love children,
but not my own children.

If I had any children
of my own, which I don't.

Well, Sheriff, I hope
you're going to get in touch with that poor woman's sister.

Floyd's already
working on it, Mabel.

The least you could do
is go to Wyoming

and take care of those poor,
unfortunate orphans,

now that your love bunny
is dead.

There aren't any children.

But the Mayor's
the only one with a motive.

Well, that we know of.

But what do we really know
about Annie Mae, anyway?

I mean,
doesn't it seem peculiar that all she had in her wallet

were the snapshots
and her driving license?

I mean, I don't have
a driver's license,

but I certainly have more ID
than that, don't you?

Something else
we found in her purse.

Good heavens!

Two thousand bucks.

Found her purse right there
on the nightstand.

Well, you'd think,
with that much money,

she would have
locked the window.

Anybody who's ever
stayed in that motel knows the windows don't lock.

I asked around.

At least we know
the motive wasn't robbery.

You know, there's something
about this photo here.

METZGER:
Those are the same kids.

That is the exact
same photograph.

Now things are starting
to make sense.

You're gonna
love this, Mrs. F.

No Annie Mae Chapman
with the Wyoming DMV.

No Annie Mae Chapman
in Casper.

Nobody knows her anywhere.

You know, the catalog company
would know the model agency that those twins came from.

Maybe that agency knows
something about Annie Mae.

Well, I don't get it.
Supposing it was a scam, what was the deal?

To shake Sam down?

Well, from the timing,
I'd say it was more likely

that it was done
to discredit Sam.

Lose him the election.

So the money in her purse...

Possibly a payoff.

But who would want to go
to all that trouble

to win an election
in Cabot Cove, for God's sakes?

The job doesn't pay enough
to buy hair curlers for a skinhead.

Sheriff Metzger!

Mr. Overguard. We were
just talking about you.

Never mind that.
You listen to me.

This girl's death must be
your number-one priority, understand?

I want it solved,
and I want it solved quick.

Why, Milton, I never realized
that you were interested in police business.

This sort of sex scandal
might hurt a Congressman in Washington,

but in Cabot Cove,
it only makes Sam Booth look interesting.

Good morning.
Don't forget me on election day.

Oh, Jessica!

Hello, Eve. How are you?

Oh, very well.

A little gift
you may find useful.

How To Fix Up Your Home
and Sell It For a Profit.

Oh, thank you.

I believe I did mention
that I don't intend to sell my house.

Oh, keep it anyway.
A little personal gift from me to you.

Well, thank you.

I hope I can count on
your vote.

You know, Eve,

I don't really know
how you stand on a lot of the issues.

I mean, for example,

what do you think
about all of this trade

that we're getting
on weekends?

Oh, well, naturally,
as a Realtor,

I mean, I have to be
in favor of development.

But it should be
development with heart.

Yeah.
The sort of development

that that attorney
from New York was advocating?

Vernon, was that his name?

Oh, Mr. Vernon is all for
keeping the character of Cabot Cove intact.

I just met with him
last night, in fact.

Oh, is he in Cabot Cove?

Oh, no, no.
I went over to Morgan Bay to see him after my rally.

He's flying back
to New York today and...

Well, Jessica,
I'd love to chat with you about issues and things,

but I've got
a campaign to run. Ciao!

Sorry I didn't get this
back to you sooner, Seth,

but this town certainly
has been hopping.

A-yup.

First of all,
Sam shows up at your house

at all hours,
a desperate man,

and then Annie Mae Chapman
gets herself shot in her motel room,

and then you finally
dissuade Sheriff Metzger from arresting Sam.

Well, that's not quite...

Then you found out
that Annie Mae is a fraud

and that her children
were all probably underage Brooke Shieldses.

But that's amazing, Sam.
How did you find all that out so quickly?

I mean, it hasn't even been
in the paper yet.

How long am I gonna
have to be on these things, Dr. Hazlitt?

Oh, it's a minor sprain,
Corrine.

I expect
if you stay off your feet,

you'll be back
at Gossip Center by tomorrow.

Is everything all right,
Corrine?

Do you have a way
to get home?

Actually, Mrs. Fletcher,
I was just gonna ask Dr. Hazlitt

if he could give me a ride
to the Sheriff's office.

Whatever for, Corrine?
Are you on assignment?

You already seem to know
every move the Sheriff makes.

I just happen to know
some information

that I think
the Sheriff ought to know,

information which might
pertain to the murder.

Well, of course,
if you saw something, that would be important.

I didn't actually see it.

I hope I'm doing
the right thing.

I know I've gotten
in trouble before

for passing along
information.

Nice way to put it.

So, what is it,
Corrine?

Well, I wouldn't want to be
accused of gossiping.

So far, no one can
accuse you of even passing along information.

Well, I have it
on very good authority

that Annie Mae Chapman
was seen going into her room at the Paradise Motel

late last night with a man.

With Sam Booth?

No, not the Mayor.
With another man.

So who did she go into
her motel room with?

I don't exactly know.

You don't exactly know?

You try and do
your civic duty,

and everybody
jumps all over you.

Corrine, who did you
hear this from?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, you know,
a manicurist cannot reveal her sources.

In this case,
make an exception.

It was Ideal Malloy.
I heard her talking about it

in the produce department
of Ferguson's Grocery this morning.

METZGER: That modeling agency,
they're gonna send up a sheet

with photos
of all their kid models.

You know,
I wouldn't be surprised

if all of Annie Mae's children
turned up on those proof sheets.

Not Annie Mae, ma'am.
Anne Mitchell.

She used to be a model
with the agency herself.

She blew in last week,
saying she was desperate

and needed photos
of five kids.

Yeah. Things are
starting to make sense.

But there's one thing
that I don't quite understand, Sheriff.

Why you want me with you
while you talk to Ideal Malloy.

Well, I don't really
need you with me, exactly. It's...

Well, the fact is, ma'am,

there have been some evenings
when Mrs. Malloy has called me about her cat being up a tree,

but when I get there,
there's that cat

sitting in the kitchen
like a big, fat doorstop.

And Mrs. Malloy?

She's got this big, fat grin
on her face.

Well, actually,
it was Eve who told me

about Annie Mae's being
at that Paradise Motel with another man.

Isn't that just shocking?

Particularly with
that motel's reputation.

Why, do you know
they even have cable television?

Did you see her yourself,
Mrs. Simpson?

No, but since when
is it a crime to report news?

Now, when I become mayor,
I'm going to see to it

that the police in this town
stop bullying people.

Excuse me, Eve,

but how did you know
about Annie Mae being at the motel?

Well, if you must know,
from Loretta.

Well, I figured
that her red hair

wasn't all that was phony
about that girl.

And then,
when I heard about her

going into her motel room
with another man...

So you only
heard about it?

Is there anybody
who hasn't heard about it?

Were you told
who the man was, Loretta?

Well, maybe Mrs. Grant knows.

She's the one who filled me in
on her way to work this morning.

Oh, well, I'm afraid
I can't help you, Sheriff.

As a matter of fact,
I heard about it from...

All I can say
is the Paradise Motel is the last place on earth

that one would expect to find
a man like Horton Thayer carrying on a rendezvous.

Ideal!

Oh, I don't go
to the Paradise Motel.

I only go to the café there

because it has
the best clam chowder in the whole shore.

But, Ideal,
why didn't you tell us when we came to your house

that it was you
who'd seen Annie Mae?

Well, Jessica,
I didn't want you to think I was a gossip.

Thayer!

JESSICA: Sheriff?

Winifred's car is gone.

That one Thayer's?

Yes. It's covered,
the way it usually is

when he's in the city
during the week.

Yeah, but we know better,
don't we?

Thayer, police.
We know you're in town.

Jessica, Sheriff.

I've been avoiding the phone
and the door.

I'd have opened up right away
if I'd known it was you.

Yeah, right.

I must say, I'm surprised
you're in Cabot Cove during the week, Horton.

I wanted to steal
a little time here incognito. Come on in.

Sorry I can't
offer you anything, but the larder's bare.

Winifred's out marketing.

I don't deny it.

The woman called me
and asked me to have a drink with her.

Yeah, but I swear
I'd never met her before.

You must admit, Horton,
it's hard to believe

that a total stranger
would call and invite you to have a drink

in her motel room,
and even harder to believe that you would accept it,

especially as you were
in town incognito.

All right.

All right,
I'll tell you everything,

but please, please
don't tell my wife.

She doesn't know
anything about this,

and she'd only
misinterpret it.

Annie Mae worked for you,
didn't she?

In an attempt to influence
the election?

She called last night,
asked me to come and meet her.

I imagine
she wanted some money?

More money.

I should have remembered
how greedy Anne was.

We had an affair
about 10 years ago.

She was a model,
an actress.

So when I came up
with this idea, I figured she could pull it off.

So you hired her.

I didn't hire her.

I wanted to keep my distance
from the whole affair.

My attorney
handled the arrangements.

Jason Vernon.

That's right.

I imagine
that you employed Annie to discredit Sam,

to get Milton elected mayor?

Since Milton was
clearly pro-development,

it's easy to assume
that you are, too.

Makes sense.

I also suspect that
you are the anonymous buyer

for whom Mr. Vernon
is working.

Yeah. And you stood to lose
an awful lot if Annie Mae spilled the beans.

Sheriff, I paid her off.

Two thousand dollars cash.

Right.

But when I left the motel,
she was alive. I swear it.

Alive, huh?

Let's see what happens
to that story when his lawyer gets here.

I'm sorry, Sheriff,
but something just doesn't fit.

Now, hold it, ma'am.
Don't waffle on me now.

You're the one
who figured out his motive.

Yes, but that's just it.

Having a lot of money
tied up in the development of Cabot Cove

is a reasonable motive
for trying to swing an election.

But for murder?

Well, the motive
was blackmail.

She wanted 2,000 bucks.

Yes, but if the money
meant that much, why didn't he take it back?

Why did he leave it
in the motel room?

Oh, Jessica.
Excuse us, please.

Sheriff, what is the meaning
of this outrage?

I demand that you release
my husband immediately.

God, word travels fast
in this burg.

My husband's attorney
telephoned me as soon as Horton called him.

Now, then...
Ma'am, forgive me,

but I've got your husband
dead-bang.

He's been placed
at the scene of the crime.

He doesn't have an alibi.

Well, what about a motive?

He doesn't even know
this Anne Mitchell.

METZGER: Motive?
I'll give you a motive.

He and those other sharks
were trying to take over this town,

turn it into some kind of
an Atlantic City or something.

Excuse me, Sheriff...

And I happen
to like this town just the way it is!

Sheriff... Mort.
Just a moment.

Winifred, how did you know
that Annie Chapman's real name was Anne Mitchell?

Well, I must've heard it
around town.

But nobody else
in town knew.

And the Sheriff himself
only discovered it a couple of hours ago.

And I didn't tell anybody,
except Mrs. Fletcher.

(STAMMERING)
Well, I don't know.

I mean,
Horton must've told me.

But you just said
he didn't even know her.

The only way that I can think
that you would know Anne Mitchell's real name

was if you knew her.

Well, that's absurd.
I mean, how could I?

Well, that's just the point.

In order to know her name,
you must have known her

when she had an affair
with your husband a few years back?

You were still able
to recognize her voice, weren't you,

last night,
when she telephoned your house?

No, that's...
No, that's wrong.

Horton answered
the telephone.

Oh, that's odd.

He said he'd been
avoiding the telephone or the front door,

that he was in town
incognito.

You know what I think, ma'am?
I think you followed him to the motel.

You waited for him to leave.

And Mrs. Thayer, I'm sure
I could get somebody at that motel to ID your car.

Not that many Jags
in Cabot Cove.

(SNIFFLING) Uh-huh,
I bet you could.

Well, the gossip wires burn
pretty hot in this town, don't they?

Oh, God,
how I hate this place!

The only reason
why I stay here

is because I cannot
show my face in Boston!

He's had affairs
with so many women!

Mostly my friends,
I might add!

You bet I killed her,

the same way I wanted
to kill all the other women he'd humiliated me with.

SETH: I feel so good
this morning,

I may do two miles
instead of just one.

(HORN HONKING)
Well, I wouldn't want you to overdo it.

Oh, good morning,
Loretta.

Oh, good morning,
Jessica, Seth.

Morning.

Say, have you heard?
What's that?

The election results
just came in.

Ebeneezer's wife, Beth,
gave them to me.

Have we still got a town?

How did Eve do?

Six votes.

Odd. I didn't know
she had five friends.

She's holed up at home
and speaking to no one.

Then who did win?
Not Milton Overguard?

No, he got 19.

You mean...

(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)

Morning, voters!
Thank you kindly.

Well, I have to
get down to the shop and tell the girls

before they find out
from someone else.

Bye-bye.

Well, safe
for another two years.

You know, maybe, Jess,
next time you should run.

What for? I understand
that Milton Overguard and his Boston cronies

were last seen
checking property at Amaquonsett Point.

Were they?

Well, since there's nothing
to do again,

perhaps we've selected
the right man for the job.

A-yup.

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