All language subtitles for MSW s07e22 Cullhane.eng

You got lucky up in Boston.
This ain't no Boston.

- And just how might I get hurt?
- Accident, maybe.

Tonight on "Murder She Wrote"...

What do you want?

You've never had
the love of a good man.

- She got away with murder once.
- No she did not.

I believe he was poisoned.

- The Sheriff found arsenic?
- In my storeroom.

Follow us!

It was a heart attack.
Your pa didn't feel a thing.

He was very ill in his stomach.

Jake had been ill for some time.

It's a blessing.

It's spared him a lot of pain
and suffering.

Why don't you get some sleep
and I'll talk to you in the morning?

Good night.

There you go.

- Good morning, Edge.
- What looks good today, besides you?

A smooth talker like you should take
his baseball cap off indoors.

What were you saying
about Jake Gerringer?

He had dinner here every night.

- And you're sitting in his seat.
- Ross...

Your sexy wife still working
for old Doc Logan?

Do you mind not interrupting us?

Yeah, you want a punch?

- That's enough, Edge.
- I hate it when people treat me like dirt.

Perhaps you should go back outside
and calm down a little.

I'll save you some coffee and donuts.

Forget it.

I'm sorry.

Did Laura tell you what
Jake died of?

Heart attack.
All that fat.

I tried sell him on low cholesterol.

But he always had extra gravy.

He's dug his own grave with a spoon.

I'll have one of your cinnamon buns...

- with extra butter.
- Cute.

What the hell have you done?

Doris Gerringer called to tell you
what you didn't want to hear last night.

So you just faxed Jake's file
to the poison control center.

- They say the symptoms are similar.
- I don't know nothin' about poison.

I put heart failure on
the death certificate.

- You telling me I don't know my business?
- No, I'm sorry if...

Excuse me.

Doctor Logan's office.

Yes, he is.

Doctor Joel Pearlman,
County General Pathology.

Joel, how ya doin'? What's up?

Is that so? Arsenic?

That's what I figured.
Why else would I order all them tests?

- Ray, can't you turn the music down?
- Yes sir, sorry, sheriff.

I'm going to Barstow
to see what's stirrin'

Sheriff's office.

Hold on.
Sheriff, Doctor Logan.

Yeah, doc?
Jake? What about Jake?

You don't say.

Half the houses in town are for sale,
nobody's buying new cars...

not like before you left.
Sorry you came back?

Wasn't so great where I was at.
Everyone in town knows that.

Funny how things work out.

Take you and me.

That's ancient history. We were just
kids. I'll get you some more coffee.

Ellen, I'd like to talk
to you. In private.

- I have a customer.
- Ross won't mind. Would you, Ross?

- I mind.
- Okay. I'll look around anyway.

Excuse me.

Can I ask what you're looking for?

Yeah. Jake Gerringer
had dinner here last night.

Like always.

You know Doris, she has trouble
boiling water.

County Lab boy
said Jake was poisoned.

Poisoned?

You saying it was in my restaurant?
Impossible.

- I'll have to have this analyzed.
- I'll save you the trouble, it's arsenic.

- Yeah, go on.
- Come on!

The last owner got it to kill ants.

- And I resent the accusation.
- I'm not accusing you of anything.

The only reason you're here
is because of Boston.

Might've crossed my mind.

You're the only woman in town
to have been tried for murder.

Tried and found not guilty.

Your problem is you don't warm up
to people much.

Folks round here like to
forgive and forget.

But you don't give people a chance
to show how friendly they can be.

You got lucky that writer convinced
the jury you didn't kill your husband.

But this ain't no Boston.

Thanks for picking me up, Mr. Apple,
but I could have taken the bus.

The next bus isn't until tomorrow...

and, please don't call me Mr. Apple.

Sounds like a character
on "Mr. Roger's neighborhood".

- Name's Herb.
- Well, Herb, thank you.

My pleasure. Besides, I wanted
to get you there as soon as possible.

Ellen needs all the help she can get.

She should have got
a high-powered attorney, but...

she couldn't afford it
and the court appointed me.

- Ellen didn't tell me that.
- She's a friend.

I hope your help will sway things.
It's the only hope I have.

Laura, wait up!

How about lunch
with your husband for a change?

Where?

The Board of Health locked up
Ellen's restaurant and the sheriff's...

locked up Ellen which is why
you're looking for company.

Laura, loosen up. You used to enjoy
Love in the afternoon.

I still might.
With the right man.

Ellen?

Jessica!

- Thank God you came!
- Did you think I wouldn't?

You got ten minutes.

I'm sorry to impose,
but I didn't have anybody else.

It's no imposition.

- How can you sleep on this?
- Badly.

- All right, tell me what happened.
- Didn't Herb fill you in?

He said a man had died, you'd been
arrested and they'd found arsenic.

In the storeroom.
I should never have come back.

- Why did you come back?
- When my parents were alive...

even if things were going badly,
I could always come home.

I guess I thought in familiar
surroundings, with friends...

the hurts would heal.

We all have a place like that.
Mine is Cabot Cove.

But Dry Wells
isn't like that anymore.

It began when the tannery closed and
half the town lost their jobs.

Yes, Herb showed me
on the drive into town.

That was for the earthquake.
It was terrible. 6.8.

Destroyed homes, shops
that were never rebuilt...

Seeing the town boarded up
I should have got back on the bus.

Most of my friends are gone and...

I didn't know where to go.

Let's get started. This man,
Gerringer, did you have any motive?

No. Though the Sheriff
thinks otherwise.

And that's another thing,
Sheriff Hays...

you won't be getting help from him.
Not where I'm concerned.

Why?

Time's up.
Let Miss Fletcher out, Mary Jo.

Ten minutes isn't up already?

I'm following orders.
She's due at the county courthouse.

I'll go with her.
And pay her bail.

How does it feel to be accused
of murder for the second time?

- I never killed anyone!
- Get in the car. Let's go.

- Would you care to make a comment?
- No.

- Are you here to get your friend off?
- Get that out of my face, please!

We should go
before somebody gets hurt.

They're just expressin'
their feelings.

It's the American way.

You think you're better'
everybody else, but you ain't!

Hello?

Stop it!
Edge Potter, I know your voice.

Anonymous threats are a crime.

If you're trying to shock us,
you're only betraying your ignorance.

We've all heard words like this
and normally with more originality.

I've known some of those people in
front of the court house all my life.

- This was a nice town once.
- It's not the town, believe me.

As much as I love it,
Cabot Cove has its negative side.

I can't go through it again.

The calls, the threats,
people screaming at me...

You can and you will.

You've got nothing to apologize for,
nothing to fear.

I'm going to stick by you
until we work this out.

How?

For starters,
tell me about Jake's daughter, Doris.

I don't know her well.
She keeps to herself.

She's kinda plain.
Mousey looking.

Although lately I've heard
she's been looking real strange.

I don't mind talking
about my father's death.

Although it is kinda painful.

Would you like a glass
of French champagne?

No, not now, thank you.

Do you always entertain drop-in
guests so lavishly?

I never entertained before.

I'm practicing for life in Hollywood,
when I get daddy's insurance money...

You're the first celebrity I've met.

You've gone to lots of trouble.
About Ellen...

Did I do it right?
Caviar and this liver stuff...

Perfect.

I got it out of a magazine.

I didn't realize how much it'd cost.

About Ellen...

She was my best friend
in high school...

I'd be glad to help
any way I can.

She worked for your father
at one point.

We both did.
She's told you he fired her.

- Well, actually...
- I felt sorry for her.

It wasn't fair. Even if he caught her
stealing, she deserved another chance.

She was the most popular girl
in school. Everybody liked her.

I envied her so much.

And you wanted to be like her.

No, I wanted to be her.

So I wouldn't have had to live
with that old man.

He treated me like a slave,
he didn't like me have any friends.

Anyway, she shouldn't have done it.

Why are you so sure it was her?

- She got away with murder once already.
- No, she did not.

That's what I heard.

I can't wait for the trial.

I'll buy something nice to wear.

I'll be a terrific witness,
don't you think?

Sheriff Hays, are you there?
Come in.

- Yeah, Mary Jo. What's up?
- Katie Emhard wants to tell you...

something important
about her dead husband.

Wilbur died exactly three weeks ago...

but I couldn't clean his closet out
until yesterday.

Just seeing those empty shoes...

I kept starting to cry, thinkin'
I'd never see his feet again.

- Ma'am, I don't have all day...
- Shoot! I'm getting to the point.

After I cleaned the bathroom
medicine cabinet I found...

these pills, bladder medicine,
with Doc Logan's name on the side.

- What about it?
- He said he died of his heart...

but there wasn't any heart medicine,
he didn't have a bad heart.

When he died he was clutchin'
his stomach in pain.

Just like Jake Gerringer.

You'll think I'm crazy,
but I believe he was poisoned.

I shouldn't without the doctor's
permission. He's out to lunch.

That's a permanent condition.
Go on.

Wilburt Emhard.
His last physical, before the quake.

He had an irritated bladder, he was
prescribed medicine and a special diet.

- No heart problems?
- None indicated.

You got a copy of his death
certificate in there?

'Cause of death, heart failure'

It was a Friday.

Doc usually leaves early to drive to
Laughlin for a weekend of heavy gamblin'

Around noon.

He died at 14:15. Well...

he coulda rushed the examination
to get back on schedule.

Anyway, thanks a lot, Laura.
Tell the Doc I stopped by.

Do you think Ellen Wicker
is a serial killer?

Don't matter what I think.
The evidence'll speak for itself.

- Mary Jo?
- Yes, Sheriff.

Call Judge Peller.
I need a body dug up.

He didn't catch me stealing.
Someone told him they'd seen me do it.

- Like his daughter, Doris?
- There were several clerks.

It could have been her.

It doesn't matter.
Jake reported it to the Sheriff.

He wanted to scare me,
more than anything else.

And I got scared,
but not by Jake.

By Sheriff Deloy Hays.

Then he was just
a deputy, but...

he said he could fix things for me
on a friendly basis.

It all depended on how friendly
I got with him.

I wasn't even twenty yet.

He was thirty, as mean and cold
as he is today.

He had me in a cell
backed up against the wall.

If Herb Apple
hadn't come in...

What happened?

Herb went to see Jake
and got him to drop the charges...

next day, I left town.

The last thing I remember seeing...

is Deloy Hays's eyes
staring as the bus pulled out.

That was 15 years ago...

and the only thing that hasn't changed
in this town is Deloy Hays.

- Just in time. You almost missed it.
- What the hell is this about?

I have a court order, counselor.

He looks as good
as the day they buried him.

Figures.

Preservation is a property of arsenic.
The tannery used lots of it.

Ray, have him delivered to pathology
at county general.

- You got it.
- You can't hang this on Ellen.

Just doing my job.
Tell that to Miz Fletcher too.

Tell her to stay out of my way
or get out of my town.

- Howdy, Miz Fletcher.
- Hello.

I hear you've visited crazy Doris.
What a shame.

To put in so much exercise
and all of sudden get yourself hurt.

And how might I get myself hurt?

Accident, maybe.

People are edgy.
Never know what might happen.

Is that a threat?

If I was you, I'd catch
the next bus outta here.

Thanks for the advice.
I'll think about it.

Where's my manners?
I'll take you to the station.

Get on.

- Where did you come from?
- Sheriff told me to keep an eye on you.

- You alright?
- Yes, no damage, just my nerves.

Edge Potter, he's a few bricks
short of a full load.

I'll chat with him later.
We're not all like him.

Thank goodness. And for you.

Although I'm sure you're not
keeping an eye on me for this.

No question about it.
Wilburt Emhard was poisoned.

Arsenic.
Just like Jake Gerringer.

- I can't believe this.
- He was, one of your regulars too.

- For God's sakes, you too?
- No, of course not.

Just repeatin' what people are sayin'

Or at least thinkin'

Relax,
you're gonna come through this.

I'm here.

I mean...

haven't I always been here
when you needed me?

- Huh... Come on.
- Ross, no.

Please don't. This is stupid
and embarrassing.

Stop it! I said no!

Ellen!

Isn't it funny, how I manage
to bring out the best in people.

It's alright.

Stay here.

Don't go out there!

- Can you describe the car?
- No, it was too dark to see.

I'll see that the window gets replaced
and take care of painting the porch.

Thanks.

I would have been here sooner
if I wasn't with Doctor Logan...

waiting for the results
on Wilburt Emhard.

It was arsenic poisoning.

- I know.
- They were both the doctor's patients.

He says if the poison hadn't gotten
him, something else would've.

I'm sorry, but the business
with Wilburt makes things tougher.

Have you changed your mind
about defending me?

Of course I haven't.

I'll get it.

Did you know your phone
was off the hook?

Ellen's had some unpleasant calls.

- How long has it been going on?
- Since this morning, it never quits.

Ellen, I am so sorry.

Whatever it takes, however long
it takes, we'll get you through this.

Laura!

Ross?

Sheriff's office.
Deputy Gómez.

He isn't here right now.
Hold it, he just walked in.

It's Mrs. Corman.
She sounds kind of hysterical.

Laura?
Slow down, I can't understand you.

He's gone.
No more than 15 or 20 minutes.

- Poison again?
- I don't know, I'm not the coroner.

- How ya feelin'?
- Better, thanks.

You look like hell.
You've had a bad shock. Go upstairs...

No. I need to ask some more
questions first.

Ross told you he had
a business meeting...

- and you went to bed at ten o'clock.
- Yes.

Later you heard Ross come in...

bangin' 'round,
but you don't know where he'd been.

I wasn't able to talk to him.
He called my name...

I went downstairs,
he was doubled up sick.

He couldn't talk. He fell.
It was awful.

Then I called you.

- Ray, would you answer that?
- Okay, up you go.

Go to bed for a while.
The questions can wait.

Sheriff, it's Mary Jo.

Yeah? What's the trouble?

When did the call come in?
It was muffled, hard to hear.

Did they give a name?

What? What, exactly
did they say?

You should try to get some sleep.

I can't. You go to bed,
you must be tired.

I can't either.

This poison, something is
missing, I can't get a handle on it.

- About Ross, I'm sorry you saw that.
- It wasn't your fault.

He invited himself for a drink,
I should have known better.

Everyone thought we were going
to get married. Including me.

It was before Jake's accusation
ran me out of town.

I guess he thought he could
pick up where we left off.

- Never had much luck with men.
- Not even Herb Apple?

He's a dear friend, but
I don't think of him in that way.

Too bad.
You should try.

Who can that be?
It's almost one o'clock.

It's the Sheriff.

Mind if I come in?

Miz Fletcher.

Anything wrong?
It's late for a social call.

Nothing.

Trouble, like babies,
mostly comes at night.

What kind of trouble?

Ross Corman was here earlier,
right?

- Yes.
- We got a tip about that.

- Had some wine, I expect.
- That's right, why?

Had stains on his shirt.

Coulda matched the wine.

Stains on his shirt?

He's dead.

- What?
- Looks like he was poisoned.

Ellen, I'm confiscatin' this bottle.

And you're comin' to my office.
Now.

Just a moment.
We both had some of that wine.

Where's Ross's glass?

I washed it, along with mine
and a plate.

So you just poisoned
his glass?

That is stupid!

We know you had the arsenic.

You put some aside for an old
boyfriend who dumped you.

- You have no right...
- This is none of your business.

Grab your coat. You can call
your lawyer from my office.

Go with him. I'll call Herb.

I woke you in the middle of the night,
at least I can make coffee.

It was a dirty trick arresting
her at night.

I won't be able to talk to a
judge until morning.

With everything going on,
she's safer in jail.

Nice try,
but you don't mean that.

What do you think
is going to happen?

Worst scenario? I don't want
to think about it.

After the Sheriff settin' folks against
her the jury won't be impartial.

Folks here are like sheep,
they follow you anywhere.

With the Sheriff it's personal.

- But you know that.
- Whew, I know that.

I'm perplexed.

I can't believe there's a
psychopath poisoning people...

certainly not Ellen,
but people are dying.

There has to be a
logical reason.

I hope you had that coffee strong.
I don't expect to sleep.

Jessica?

Hello?

I'm sorry.

Didn't you tell me the dry wells...

- are close by the tannery ruins?
- Yes, that's right.

This is a long shot,
but it's just possible.

I have an idea what's behind this.

Why should I show you
the tannery files?

Because they might prove
Ellen's innocence.

You make a habit of doin'
the Sheriff's job?

I guess I do, when he can't,
or won't.

Most folks are fond of Deloy Hays.
He keeps the town safe.

At what cost?

He seems to run things
the way it suits him.

That's fine, I don't want his job.
Though it appears you do.

I do not want his job,
I want to see justice done.

It won't be if Ellen is convicted
of murders she didn't commit.

What are you afraid of?

Don't you want the truth
about your husband's death?

You're Wasting your time. There's
nothing in the files about Ellen.

What is in those files?

Chemical stuff I don't understand
and memos...

from the board of directors
about closing the tannery.

Including disposal
of toxic waste?

- How'd ya know that?
- Just a guess.

Please let me look at them.
If I'm wrong, no harm done...

but if I'm right, you've saved
an innocent woman from prison.

- Sheriff's not gonna like this.
- Frankly, I don't care.

I told my deputy not to
disturb us.

We gotta come to some kind
of understanding.

- What do you want?
- You're smart, you can work that out.

You remember a few years back,
you and me in here...

we never did finish
that conversation.

You bastard. Keep away from me.

Not very nice talk,
considering your predicament.

I can help you.

County attorney, he goes
by my say-so.

If I said I didn't have a case
he'd go along...

same applied the other way.
I'm not getting through to you.

I hear you fine, the answer is no.

I'll take my chances in court.

I'm sorry to hear that.
You're trouble is...

you've never had the love
of a good man.

- Sheriff...
- I told you not to disturb me!

Yes but there's something on tv
I think you should see.

To recap what's going on...

volunteers from Safer Environment
are digging by the tannery ruins.

Why remains a mystery...

which may explain the presence
of mystery writer J.B. Fletcher.

Damn!

You know what you're doing here?

This is private property
you're all trespassing.

Clear the area.

Did you hear what I said?

They heard, but they don't care.

Friends of yours?
Weirdos from back east?

They're from all over the country.
Volunteers who care for the environment.

What the hell's going on here?

Mrs. Emhard gave us her
husband's plans for disposing...

of toxic material,
including arsenic...

to be buried
in three dry wells.

The tannery didn't kill anybody.

Don't be so sure.

Emhard thought the poison would
be safely buried forever...

but he had second thoughts
during the Californian earthquake.

So it's the quake's fault.
Sounds like one of your stories.

Over here!
I think I got one!

Hey, come on! All hands!

One... two... three!

Get me a flashlight!

You see? The earthquake
cracked the walls of the dry wells...

the water from the lower
water table seeped in...

and the earthquake damaged
the containers.

The arsenic contaminated the water.
That's your killer, toxic waste.

Not Ellen Wicker.
So why don't you let her out of jail?

- It wasn't murder?
- That's exactly what I'm saying.

I'm not so sure.

One of the victims was
definitely murdered...

and the question is:
"What are you going to do about it?"

Well, thank you.
You're right ma'am.

The Board of Health tested
the drinking water...

and the main well on the
northside is contaminated.

- Not the well on the southside?
- No, ma'am.

Jake and Wilbur got their water
from the northside.

Those two had bad
health problems.

Younger people,
like Jake's daughter...

tolerate small amounts
of arsenic.

But one of the victims was young,
lived in the south, without poison.

- We'd like to talk to your nurse.
- Sure.

Laura!
Would you come in here?

Laura!
She was here a minute ago.

- She must've stepped out.
- Maybe we can catch her.

- Mrs. Fletcher! What's going on?
- Follow us!

It won't do any good.
You can't flush the container.

You can't prove I murdered him.
Ellen poisoned him with wine.

- How did you know she gave him wine?
- He told me.

You said you were upstairs
when Ross came in.

You didn't to talk to him.

He had a wine stain
on his shirt.

There was no stain
when he left Ellen's.

No. I believe the stain was
deliberately put there by you.

And the only way you knew he was
drinking red wine at Ellen's was by...

following him over there
and spying through the window.

- She's making it up to protect Ellen.
- And later...

when supposedly you found Ross
dying, you called the Sheriff.

A concerned wife, and nurse,
should have called a doctor.

The anonymous call
to the Sheriff's office...

came from your upstairs phone.
I checked the company's records.

Do you think I wanted to
work for Dr. Logan?

I had to.

Ross spent everything on women
that didn't give a damn for him.

Ellen was the one he pined for.

I'd made up my mind to kill him.

When I saw her give him wine...

I knew just how I'd do it.

I waited in a sexy nightgown
to grab his attention...

I'd already poisoned
his favourite wine.

It was easy to make him drink it.

I went up to bed and waited.

When I heard him call my name
I knew the poison was working.

After he was dead,
I poured wine on his shirt...

making a trail that led the
Sheriff straight to Ellen.

I knew he'd be so anxious to jail her
he wouldn't care about proof.

Dry Wells will be a different place
with the Sheriff fired...

and Ray Gómez
in his place.

It wasn't just the Sheriff.

Since I arrived I felt like
I was living in a fishbowl.

Always on display,
always being judged.

No matter what I did
there'd always be those looks...

"The Typhoid Mary of murder".

Oh, no, no, no.

You can't have that title.
That's what they call me.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Hi Katie.
It's Katie Emhard.

Are you sure?

Well, I guess so.

Thanks for asking me, Katie.
I'll talk to you soon.

What is it?

The Woman's Club are trying to
revitalize the town...

and they're starting with a dance
to get it back on its feet.

- They want me on the committee.
- How very nice.

But will you still be here
next month?

Yeah, I guess I will be.

I guess you only have one problem...

a date for the dance.

Here I go, calling
a lawyer again.

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