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♪ Who can it be knocking
at my door? ♪

♪ Go away, don't come
'round here no more. ♪

♪ Can't you see that
it's late at night? ♪

♪ I'm very tired and
I'm not feelin' right. ♪

♪ All I wish is to be alone, ♪

♪ Stay away, don't
you invade my home. ♪

♪ Best off if you
hang outside, ♪

[thud]

[groans]

♪ Don't come in,

♪ I'll only run and hide

♪ Who can it be now?

♪ Who can it be now?

♪ Who can it be now?

[door slams]

♪ Who can it be now?

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh.

♪ Who can it be now?

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh.

♪ Who can it?
Who can it? ♪

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh.

♪ Who can it be now?

[ringing]

Hey, I need to report a crime.

Alright Amy.

Your computer's still here.

Was there anything else
of value?

Ideas on paper, maybe.

That's it.

Yeah?

What about uh,
test answers?

No, I don't give my students
those kind of tests.

Did you see any part of
the intruder?

A pant leg or a shoe?

No, I didn't.

What about security cameras?

Not inside, but honestly Travis,
there's nothing to steal.

Alright, I'm calling campus
security tomorrow.

I'm gonna have them install
cameras in the hallway,

definitely one in your office.

Claire, will you call forensics?

I'd like them to come down
here and sweep everything.

Got it.

Thank you.

Uh, well, why don't you
go home?

Get some sleep?

Uh, actually I was thinking
maybe I'd stay

if you don't mind?

No, I don't mind.

It's gonna be a long night.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

[laughs]

No.

In fact, I appreciate
you calling me.

Well, it was a crime, so that...
I just figured...

Since, you know, in the past
when there's been a crime you...

I have not called you.

Yeah.

Come on.

I still can't figure it out.

What would they want
in my office?

Yeah, I don't know.

Question for you.

Do you usually come this late
on Sundays?

Not usually but we've got this
Murder We Wrote book festival

that my department
is co-sponsoring

so I've just been
a little behind.

So maybe you surprised them
before they found

what they were looking for.

I just still can't figure out
what that would be.

You know?

Yeah.

Oh, uh, by the way, are you
still good for tomorrow?

Absolutely.

Mystery 101?

Yes. I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

[bell rings]

You look-

Exhausted?

Yeah.

I know. Can I have a shot of
espresso in my coffee?

Of course.

I was up all night
with Travis.

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no.

To clarify, my office got
broken into

and he actually came
to help me.

What happened?

I interrupted them and then they
knocked me down and ran off.

Amy!

I'm fine. Look at me,
I'm fine.

Does your dad know?

No, no, and he's not
going to know.

I am fine, ok?

He needs to focus
on the festival.

Ok.

Amy.

Betsy.

Look at you.

You look so grown up.

Well, that's 'cause I am.

[laughs]

Uh, Holly, this is-

Betsy Crane.

The original publisher of
the Atticus Keller books.

Holly Chen.

The original owner
of Holly's Cafe.

[laughs]

Well, I'm here for
the book festival, obviously.

What would you like?

Oh, half caff oat milk latte

with a splash of vanilla
would be lovely.

Coming up.

Come, come. Sit.

You can give me a preview
of the festival.

Oh.

The festival, huh?

Mmmhmm.

Well, um, oh, look.

I'm just going to be honest
with you.

If you want to talk to my dad

you should just probably
do it directly.

What makes you think-

Because the car keys that
you're putting in your purse

are from Avex Rental,

and this morning when I walked
out of my house

there was an Avex Rental car
parked across the street

which followed me here.

Now I can only assume that
you thought it would be best

to bump into me rather than
to actually knock on my door.

I...

And the only reason you
want to talk to me is
to get to my dad.

You're very clever.

-Ok.
-This is my treat.

Uh, thank you.

Thanks.

Please, forgive my silly
little subterfuge.

Oh, nothing to forgive.

Have a nice day.

You too.

Can I help you?

Ah, Phil Jenk,
Reno Police.

You're a long way
from your jurisdiction.

I'm looking for Graham Winslow.

This is his office, yeah?

Not for about 10 years.

I'm his daughter.

Ah, Annie?

Amy.

Amy. Right.

About 16 years ago
your dad interviewed me

for a bunch of days back
when he was writing
"One Armed Banditos".

Ok, Reno PD,
I get it now.

Yeah, well I'm here
for the book festival.

I got a new book idea
I'm shopping

and I wanted to connect with
Graham but his number's changed.

Well, if you give me your number
I can pass it along.

There you go.

Jenk Security.

Yeah.

Side business.

College tuition ain't cheap.

Oh, don't I know it?

Alright, well I'll get this
to my dad.

Enjoy the festival.

So you're saying I'm wrong?

No, I'm just saying that
we view things differently.

Isn't that the same thing
as saying I'm wrong?

I mean, that's one way
of looking at it.

The other way is saying
that I'm right.

[class laughs]

Alright, well the point of
inviting Detective Burke
here today

was to better understand
point of view in fiction.

More importantly in crime
fiction where the perspective

of the detective is everything.

And what drives every whodunit
is the question of

who is solving the mystery.

But in the real world as a cop
I don't have that luxury.

You know, if I'm going on who,
you know,

that could be based
in prejudice.

Maybe I like the person
so I'm gonna rule them out.

Maybe the opposite's true.

Either way, I'm wasting time
to get to the right arrest.

I gotta follow
the hard evidence,

so the first question
that we ask...

is what.

If I do that, the what, well,
that's gonna lead me to the who.

I mean, I think that's
the main difference

between how I'm thinking
as a detective

and how you guys
might be thinking

as crime fiction readers.

Detective Burke underscores
a key point

that we've discussed before.

The best mystery writing really
is just a search for identity,

not just of the killer
but also of the investigator.

Yeah, but who I am doesn't
matter as much

as how we find the evidence.

Are you sure about that?

I'm pretty sure.

Alright.

Ok, we're gonna leave
it there.

[laughs]

But I do wanna thank Detective
Burke for coming in today

and sharing his point of view.

[applause]

Ok, guys.

I also want to remind you
that Elmstead is hosting

the Murder We Wrote
mystery book festival.

It starts on Wednesday
and I hope you've got

your tickets to see Professor
Emeritus Graham Winslow.

AKA her dad.

Yes, my father.

Ok? Have a great day.

Thank you.

I do ok?

People applauded.

What does that tell ya?

Ah, you know, I guess I just
wanna- you know,

I wanted to hear you
compliment me.

Ahh...

You did a really good job.
You did.

Thank you.
Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, you wanna grab
some lunch?

Oh, yeah, lunch sounds great,
actually.

I'm starving.

I totally missed breakfast.

Hey, you did great,
by the way, T-Man.

Thanks.

Hey, listen, Bud, I know that
your name is a nick name

and I appreciate that
but mine doesn't have to be.

I'll keep working on it.

Amy.

Hey, Tabby.

Detective.

Hi, Professor Felton,
how are you?

Tabitha, please.

Nice to see you, too.

We have a potential crisis
with Murder We Wrote.

Can we talk?

Yeah. Take a rain cheque?

Yeah.

Ok.

Hey, uh, so Claire's
been wanting to try this
new barbecue place.

You should take her there, Bud.

You should take her there.

I've got the final report of all
the writers and publishers

who rented booths
at the festival and...

Rick Fitch?

Does my dad know?

Nope.

That's why I'm talking to you,
so you can talk to Graham.

Oh, you want me to tell my dad
that his literary nemesis

is invading the hallowed grounds
of Elmstead College?

Ok, literary nemesis
is a little over the top,

don't you think?

Rick Fitch hasn't had
a bestseller in 10 years

and your father is a featured
speaker at a sold-out session.

They're hardly competitors.

It'll be better if it comes
from you.

Talk to your dad?

[sighs]
Ok.

Bye.

Mmmhmm.

(Graham) Are you serious?

Dad, it's just a booth.

I mean, the guy hasn't
published in-

Three years.

Yes, I know.

So why is he doing
a book festival?

And not just any festival,
this one.

In my hometown.

Well, apparently they're
reprinting his first book.

Huh.

The one he stole from me.

Well, in other great news,
Betsy Crane's in town.

Yeah, she stopped me
this morning.

What is she doing here?

Well, dad, it's a book festival.

She's a publisher.

She's Rick's publisher.

She signed him a couple
years ago.

She is the one who is reprinting
the book.

Hmm.

Well then, there you go.

Oh, there's this guy looking
for you.

His name is um...
Phil Jenk?

I don't know.

He wants to talk to you
about some book idea he has?

Oh, for Pete's sake!

I never wanted to do this
festival in the first place.

Dale never made me do
any of these things.

Well, Dad, unfortunately
Dale is retired, ok?

And your new book editor,
what's her name?

Celia Bunton.

Ok, Celia says that she thinks

it'd be good if you expand
your market.

[laughs]
Oh, yeah.

Yeah. That's publisher speak
for selling out.

She wants to turn the Atticus
Keller books into movies.

"Blockbuster potential"
is the exact quote.

And how is that a bad thing?

You know what?

I'm- I'm- I'm backing
out of this.

No, you are not.

Dad, your session
is sold out.

You cannot back out.

I'll refund the money.

Dad.

As a matter of fact, I need
to make certain that

Miss Celia Bunton understands
that the writer is in charge,

not the editor,

and if she doesn't understand

I'll take the Atticus Keller
books to a new publisher.

[clears throat]

You're gonna tell her all that?

I most certainly am.

And as a matter of fact,
she arrived this afternoon

and we're having dinner
at Cafe Marion.

Mmmm.

Why don't you join us?

-No.
-Come on.

Mmm-mmm.

Come on. It'll be fun to watch
your old man

tell the New York editor
what's what.

[chuckles]

Do you know what
she looks like?

Nah, I have no idea.

We've only ever emailed.

What?

You mean you've never actually
spoken to her?

Honey, you know I don't like
talking to editors.

Oh dear.

Does that mean I'm going to have
to do all the talking?

Hello.

I'm Celia Bunton.

You are?

Shall I show you my passport?

[laughs]

-Hi.
-Hi.

Hi.

And you must be Amy.

Yeah, that would be Amy.
She's my daughter.

His daughter, right.
Yeah.

A pleasure.

I have heard you teach the most
extraordinary class

on crime fiction.

Oh, well I don't know
about extraordinary-

No, no, no.

Amy is taking it
to a whole new level.

Well, of course I know
you created it,

I have read your bio
several times.

Several. Wow.

I'm- I'm honoured.

I'm honoured.

It's my job to know as much
as I can about my writers.

Of course. Of course it is.
Yeah.

Developing a film is a lengthy
process and at this point

I agree with you, there's
no rush to turn Atticus Keller

into a movie star.

Phew.

Quite challenging to translate
a book to the screen.

Especially your books that are
an exceptional portrait

of the complexities of
human relationships.

To me, they're literature first
and detective literature second.

Well, Raymond Chandler
has always been a high bar.

And yet Atticus is
nothing like Marlowe.

[laughs]

[laughs]
True.

I dare say he reminds me
of his creator.

Oh.

What do you think, Amy?

Oh, uh, well I think
for someone

who just met my father
you certainly know him.

Oh.

Uh, listen Dad, I have a lot
of work I've gotta get done

so I'm gonna-

Uh-huh.

-head on out, but is there
something that you wanted

to tell Celia about your
participation in the festival?

I- I- I'm so looking forward
to it.

Great.

Yeah.

-Yeah, ok.
-Yeah.

Hey.

Knock, knock.

Mmm.

Sorry, you're eating.

Mmm, no, I'm just- I'm just
chewing but now that's over.

What's up?

Forensics said that your lock
was picked with a pick gun,

which means that this wasn't
your burglar's first time

at the rodeo so it's not
likely a student.

So you're telling me
that a professional thief

broke in here to steal nothing?

Yeah, I know.

But hopefully
if they come back

to get what they
didn't find...

Boom. We're gonna catch 'em.

[laughs]

Alright, I gotta go back
to the station.

Oh, oh, oh, Travis.

Could you just not mention
this to my dad?

Is the festival stressing
him out?

Well, that and the fact
that his nemesis is coming.

Alright, this I got time for.

It's this writer,
Rick Fitch.

A long time ago Rick and my dad
used to be really good friends

and then my dad wrote
his first book.

Right. Atticus Keller
Investigates-

No. That is not his first novel.

His first novel
was a thriller called

"The Lady Lost in the Woods".

And then Rick released his book
before my dad

and guess what it was called.

What?

"The Woman in the Woods".

I'm assuming that is not
a coincidence.

Mmm.

It was my dad's story
just re-written.

My dad wanted to sue him
but my mom convinced him

to pour all of that anger
into something new so he did

and he wrote about a detective
who had been wronged,

who became a crusader
for justice.

This is the Atticus Keller
origin story.

Yes.

Do we know who slipped Rick
the manuscript?

His old publisher.

Betsy Crane.

Yeah, but she denies
the whole thing.

However, the good thing is,
is my dad was only contracted

to write five Atticus books
with her

so after that was over he left
Betsy Crane Publishing

and end of story.

However, the bad news is
Betsy's also here.

Alright, well I understand
then uh...

my lips are sealed regarding
this break in.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

I know what you're up to.

Guess where I am.

Hey, pretty lady.

Hey.

Woo, you look good!

[laughing]
Thank you.

And thank you for working
your magic with your father.

Oh, well I think the wand
belongs to his new editor.

Uh-huh.

Yes.

I mean, he seems...

Like he's 16?

I was gonna say happy.

I know I should be happy
for him, right?

It's an option to consider.

I know.

Amy. You look ravishing.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

Graham, don't you agree?

Absolutely.

-Hi.
-Hi sweetie.

I like the paisley.

Yeah.

Rick Fitch.

Well, well, well.

Here we are at long last,
Graham.

Celia Bunton.

His editor.

Rick Fitch.

And this is Tabitha Felton
and Amy Winslow.

My daughter.

The History and English chairs

who's departments are
sponsoring this festival.

Pleasure.

So you're Amy.

I'm Amy.

You remind me
of your mother.

Um, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to stop by
and tell you

how much I loved your new book,
"Funeral Music".

Thanks, but you
don't have to say that.

No, no, no.

It's the truth.

It must have been cathartic
to write that one

after Julia's passing.

I wanted to offer my condolences
to both of you.

I- I should have sent a card or
something when I heard but...

We appreciate that, Rick.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Julia was an extraordinary
woman.

We always agreed on that.

Well, at any rate,
nice to meet you,

and uh, best of luck
with the festival, Graham.

Not that you'll need it.

You too, Rick.

You ok?

Yeah. Yeah.

Seems to wanna bury the hatchet
and I'm good with that.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Well, cheers.

Yeah, cheers.

To a marvellous day.

[laughing]

No. This is crazy.

I just drove here a couple
hours ago.

Well, you probably just ran
over a nail.

We'll call Triple A
in the morning?

I'll take you home and Celia,
I can take you home, too.

Oh, my car's just arrived.

No worries.

Get home safe, you two.

Bye.

-Good night.
-You too.

What?

You know what.

She's a charming lady.

Mmmhmm.

Where's your car?

Right here.

Let's go.

[German accent]
Graham Winslow!

Uh, hi, hi.

Do uh, do I know you?

Hannah Steinhousen.

President of the Graham Winslow
Society of Frankfurt.

I can't believe I'm
touching the hand that
typed "Amber Moon".

[chuckles]

So uh, there's actually a Graham
Winslow Society in Frankfurt?

Oh, of course there is.

Graham, I could not help
but notice you're having

some problems with your car.

I have mine right here.

I'm happy to drive you.

Oh, well I'm sure that
my daughter-

Absolutely. Yes.

Oh, Professor Amy Winslow.

Of course.

A pleasure.

Hannah Steinhousen.

Hello.

If it's trouble for you to drive
your father

I am happy to accommodate.

I have my car right here.

That won't be necessary.

I've got him taken care of.

But thank you.

Have a good night.

Nice to meet you, Hannah.

So much more than just nice
to meet you, Graham.

Ok.

Gute nacht.

Thank you, honey.

Wow.

Whew.

You don't think that she uh...

What? Did something to your car
so she could drive you home?

I'd bet money on it.

[sighs]

Deja vu.

Are you kidding me?

Phil Jenk.

He really must wanna
see me.

Graham.

Phil.

Amy gave me your card, I was
planning on contacting you,

But it's been a little busy.

That's why I figured I'd make it
easier and come to you.

Ten o'clock at night.

What's going on, Phil?

We have to talk.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, Graham.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, of course.

Travis, Phil Jenk.

Reno PD.

Reno, Nevada.

Do you happen to know
Billy Tremont?

He was on the job with me
in Chicago

before he moved
to your fair city.

Don't think I do.

Well, he's one of the good guys.

Why don't you tell me what you
were telling Amy and Graham?

Alright, a few days ago this
thing arrived in my office.

It's a festival pass
and this thing here.

"You're a gambler.
Smart money says Atticus dies."

It's a line from my dad's book.

Yeah, "One Armed Banditos".

I just finished reading it.
It's a good book.

Did you run forensics on it?

No prints, no DNA.

Postmarked from Los Angeles.

Why didn't you call us
at Garrison PD?

You read "One Armed Banditos".

You tell me.

Right.

That's right.

Atticus is in cahoots
with a cop,

turns out that he's dirty.

Yeah.

But they said I could trust you.

So someone that sent you this
did so

because you had history
with my dad.

Is there anyone else
that you have history with

at the festival?

Uh, Rick Fitch, yeah.

Amy told me about
the two of you.

Yeah, we saw him at
the reception tonight.

I'd say we've moved on.

What's your history with Rick?

Same as with Graham.

He used me as a resource
on a book.

What book?

He hasn't finished writing it
yet, he said.

Definitely hasn't paid me.

Yeah?

How much did
he stiff you for?

You questioning me here,
now, Detective?

I'm the one that
brought you this.

Hey, Phil, I'm just
doing my job.

Same as yours.

He owes me ten grand, ok?

That's a lot of money.

I will take care of this.

Look after that stuff.

It's in good hands.

Thanks, Phil.

No problem.

And listen...

We should meet up
after your festival thing.

I got a book for us to write
together.

Yeah, sure. I'd love to.

Great.

Ok. Ok.

So? Thoughts?

Well, my thought is this:

Have you received any
threatening correspondence?

No.

Alright. Well, maybe
it's a prank, maybe not.

Either way I'm gonna have
an officer

with you at all your
festival events.

Great.

You're the best, Travis.

You alright?

Not exactly.

You know that I'm on it,
yeah?

Yeah, I know.

I know you are.

Two nights in a row you're
getting calls from me.

Amy, you call me
whenever you want.

I mean, you know, whether-
whether there's a break in

or there's a threat
to your dad-

Mmmhmm. Yeah.

Something criminal, I mean.

I understand. I got you.

I'm sorry, I just...
I'm feeling a little...

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Uh, so I'm gonna see you at
my dad's book signing tomorrow?

You will, absolutely.
I'll be there.

Ok. Good.

[laughs]

Alright Amy.

Hey, Travis.

There's a guy sitting in his car
over there

just kinda watching us.

Hey!

Sir, can I help you?

He's dead.

[police radio chatter]

Have you ever had any contact
with Arnold Van Vleet

from Fresno, California, before?

Nah, I haven't, no.

How did he...?

Oh, gunshot.

Medical examiner said sometime
between 8:00 and 9:00 tonight.

Dad and I were
at Garrison Eatery

but Phil Jenk might
have been here.

I mean, he was here waiting on
us when we got back around...

-10:00.
-10:00.

Yeah.

I will be talking to Phil.

We better start canvassing
the neighbours.

Right.

Thank you.

Ok, sweetheart.

You drive safe, ok?

Alright, dad.

Love you.

Me too.

I'll get it processed, guys.
Thanks for the hard work.

Hey.

Oh.

-What's up?
-Hey.

Any word on Arnold Van Vleet?

No.

None of your dad's neighbours
know who he is

and he doesn't have
an arrest record.

I got a detective down in Fresno
doing a door-knock

for next of kin.

Ok, well, I've been doing
internet searches

and all I can tell you is that
whoever he was

he did not use social media.

Like none.

You're worried about this.

The guy got shot in front
of my dad's house.

And then there's that
threatening package.

By the way, have you spoken
to Jenk?

No.

You know what?

I left messages
on his cell phone,

I called his hotel.

Do you remember my friend,
Billy Tremont, from Reno?

The one who Jenk said
he didn't know?

Yeah.

Billy knows him.

Get this.

Jenk is on leave while
he's being investigated

by internal affairs
for wiretapping his
superior's phones

and using that for blackmail.

Are you serious?

Absolutely.

Phil Jenk is an unreliable
narrator.

Of what?

Oh, um, it's a-
it's a writing term.

It just means that whoever's
telling the story

isn't being honest.

Probably the best example of
that would be Agatha Christie's

"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd"

in which the narrator
is the killer.

Spoiler alert.

Sorry.

All I meant was that what you
found out calls into question

Phil's entire story.

Exactly.

What if he sent that package
to himself to get in good

with my dad to pitch that book
idea he's been hustling?

Huh.

Maybe we go to the festival,

try to look for him since
he's not calling you back.

Yeah.

Alright.

I'll just get you
one of these lanyards.

Lanyard.

There you go.

Thanks.

Wow, Amy, you did
a wonderful job.

Yeah, it's a good turnout.

I don't see Jenk, though.

Amy! Travis!

Hey!

What're you guys doing?

Book signing.

Your dad.

You know he'll sign your books
at any time, right?

You don't have to stand
in line.

Sure, but this is so much
more thrilling.

Hey, Amy.

Do you see that woman?

She's got your dad
on her shirt.

Oh yeah.

She's the one that tried
to drive him home

from Garrison Eatery last night.

That's a little scary.

Yeah.

Oh!

What?

That's Rick Fitch.

Right there.

The guy that stole
my dad's book?

Yeah, yeah.

"The Woman in the Woods".

Yeah.

Doesn't look like anybody's too
excited about the new printing.

Amy!

Hello.

Hey, Rick.

Come on closer.

I don't bite.

[laughs]
You don't bite.

Rick Fitch.

Travis Burke.

[yawns]

Excuse me.

I uh, I never sleep well
in hotel beds.

I don't either.

I'll give you a little tip.

Take a nice, long, warm bath
right before you go to sleep.

-Really?
-Mmmhmm.

That works?

Every time.

Huh.

Oh, so this is your new book,
huh?

Yes, indeed.

You know what?

I would like to buy one.

Amy?

What're you doing?

Uh, just buying a book.

Nonsense. Your money's
no good here.

That's on the house.

Here's your iced tea, Rick.

Amy, a word?

Oh, ok.

Nice to meet you.

I tried to speak
with your father

but he was otherwise engaged.

Would you be so kind as to
invite him out to my motorhome?

Your motorhome?

Oh yes, I drove up.

And I'm parked at this idyllic
spot at the end of Route 301.

Oh. Mmmhmm.

Ok.

Is Rick gonna be there?

Oh, no.

He despises nature.

If it were up to him he'd never
leave his apartment.

But please, come for a visit.

And uh, bring your boyfriend.

Oh.

Oh, no, no, no.
This is not my-

I'm not- I'm not a boyfriend.

He's just my colleague.

It's a work thing.

Yeah.

Well, whoever you are,
you're welcome.

And please give that
to your dad.

Ok.

Ok, don't worry about that.

Come on, Amy. We should
keep looking.

There he is.

Mmmhmm.

Our unreliable narrator.

Doesn't look like his audience
is being too receptive.

No.

Hey.

Detective Jenk.

You having fun?

Sure.

I saw the uniform you posted
over on Graham's booth.

Good move.

Thanks, thanks.

Hey, I wanted to ask you,
about what time

did you show up at Graham's
last night?

Just before 10:00.

Yeah. And where were you
from 8:00 to 9:00?

Why?

Answer the question.

At the hotel.

Eating room service, which
wasn't delivered until 8:20.

Which I know

because I was not happy
it took 45 minutes.

You can call the hotel
and confirm that.

Or maybe you can clue a fellow
cop in on why you're asking.

Arnold Van Vleet.

Is that supposed to mean
something to me?

I guess not.

Hey, good luck selling
your book.

Thanks.

See ya, Jenk.

You believe him?

Well, I'll be confirming with
the hotel about room service

but did he look like he knew
Van Vleet to you?

Honestly, no.

Ah, perfect timing.

Hey Dad, Celia.

There you are.

Celia, this is our good friend
Detective Travis Burke,

who's responsible for
our friend with the badge.

Celia Bunton.

Pleasure, Celia.

So, how'd it go?

He was brilliant.

Per usual.

Hey Dad, you get
that tire fixed?

Turned out it was slashed.

Hold on a second.

Slashed with a knife?

I knew it.

It was your German stalker.

Ok, Graham, listen.

If anything like this happens
in the future

you have to let me know
about it.

Of course.

But she was fine today.

Yeah, because Officer Hightower
was standing right behind you.

Oh, Dad.

Betsy Crane wanted me
to give you this.

"My motorhome, end of 301.

"It's the right thing."
Is she kidding?

A conversation with this woman
is gonna end up

with one of us killing
the other.

And I've made plans to take
Celia up to Hawk's Peak

to see the view.

Hawk's Peak?

He says it's gorgeous.

Yeah.

Listen, why don't uh, why don't
we go to the hotel

and have tapas tonight?

How's 8:00?

Sure.

Great.

We gotta get out of here
before the sun sets.

-Bye.
-Bye.

So what is the deal
with Hawk's Peak?

It's just where he used
to take my mom.

And you know, here's the thing.

It's- I don't want him
to be alone and-

and she's lovely,
you know?

She's beautiful and smart
and she's British

for crying out loud.

I don't know, it's just...

You miss your mom.

You are a very good detective.

I know.

[laughs]

Hey, you wanna go look at
some more books?

Yeah.

How did I end up buying
more books than you?

Well, apparently I'm a good
influence on you.

[laughs]

No!

You will do no such thing!

You can't tell me what to do!

That's Betsy Crane.

Hear me on this!

If you do I will end you!

Is that a threat?

Oh, it is a warning.

Hey, Amy, will you
hold these?

Yeah, sure.

I can do whatever I want.

Excuse me, is there- is there
a problem here?

Ah, the not boyfriend.

Yeah.

Detective Travis Burke.

No problem, detective.

I'm simply exercising my freedom
of speech.

Tah-tah.

She is a piece of work.

Yeah, I know.

They both are.

My dad was right to steer
clear of them.

Yeah.

I'm gonna head back and do a
little follow up on Van Vleet.

Um, will I see you tonight?

Yeah, you will.

(Graham) That's interesting.
Oh, hey, there she is.

Hey. Hey sweetie.

Hey.

Travis is just catching us up
on that poor guy

that was killed on my block.

Just telling your dad and Celia
that Arnold Van Vleet

apparently was married and there
were frequent domestic bouts

between him and his wife.

He was abusive?

No, other way around.

But he never pressed charges.

Really?

Oh, my goodness!

What?

There's a story on Book Blog
on how Rick Fitch plagiarized

"Woman in the Woods"
from Graham.

Let me see that.

Yeah, it says that Betsy Crane
leaked the manuscript to Rick.

Why are they rehashing this
thing after all these years?

Well, Book Blog's covering
the festival,

I suppose some intrepid
young journalist

is trying to get clicks.

[commotion nearby]

(Jenk) I want my money!!!

-I don't owe you anything?
-Where is my money?

Excuse me.

I don't care about any of that!

And I don't care who signed
the cheque!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's the trouble, Jenk?

No trouble, Burke.

As long as these two pay me
what they owe me.

Unfortunately you haven't read
your contract.

Contracts are binding.

Contracts matter.

And in this case
I'm holding the cards.

[smash]

Alright!

Hey Jenk!

You go upstairs and you cool off

or we are going to continue
this conversation

down at the station.

I'm going, I'm going.

Alright, everybody.

Show is over.

Are you guys doing alright?

Oh, I'm enjoying this.

-I'm fine, Detective.
-Alright.

Oh, Graham.

Forgive all of this.

Finally, a face to face.

Betsy.

I was hoping we could
catch up.

What do we have
to catch up about?

You coming back to Betsy Crane
Publishing.

Why would I ever do that?

Oh, I can think of at least
five reasons.

Truthfully, I'm quite happy

with my current publishers
and editor.

Where's Celia?

Uh, she was just here.

Celia?

Huh, strange.

I'll call her.

[ringing]

Boy, Jenk is out of control.

Yeah.

...Please leave a message.

No answer.

Maybe she went to her room.

I'll have the front desk
call her.

Ok, I'll tell Travis.

Ok.

Can you-

[commotion down the hall]

I read all about this
on the internet!

Alright, calm down.

Please calm down.

I published Graham.

I'm the only reason you even
know who he is.

You are a traitor,
Betsy Crane.

You should end up just like
Jill Killian in Graham's novel

"The Scarlet Dress"!

Hey! Hey, enough!

You need to walk away now.

And may I suggest, Miss Crane,

that you head back
to your motorhome?

That's exactly where I plan
on going.

Whew.

People really care about books.

Yeah, yeah.

Where did everybody go?

I don't know.

Where are they?
You wanna ask our friend?

Yeah.

Hello.

Hi.

Did a man come here asking
for a woman named Celia Bunton?

Yes.

I called her room
but she didn't answer.

Did he go up there?

No, a guest approached him.

Ugh.

Was it a German woman?

No, a man.

One of our guests, Mr. Fitch.

Oh.

Uh, would you happen to know
where they went?

They went out the front door.

Great, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Where is he?

I don't get it.
Where did he go?

I don't know. Maybe they're off
mending fences.

Ugh.

Well, I'm just gonna
give him a call.

[ringing]

Hey, it's Graham.
Please leave a message.

Voice mail.

Hey Dad, um, so I guess you
just took off with Rick Fitch?

Which is great.

Uh, if you could just give me
a call that'd be great.

Thanks.

I don't know.

This is not the way I thought
this night would end.

No.

No, this night took a turn.

It did. Yeah.

Um, well, uh, I guess we should
probably just get some sleep.

Yeah, that's a good thought.

I'm just parked-

I'm gonna walk you
to your car.

Oh, you don't have
to do that.

Well, you know what, Amy?

I'm already doing it.

Yes, you are.

[laughs]

Look at this.

-We're here.
-We're here.

Ok. Uh, well, good night.

Ok. Good night.

Sleep tight.

[knocking]

Dad?

Hey, hey, honey.

Hey, uh, hey.

What happened to you last night?

I was calling, left messages,
you didn't get any of those-

I am so sorry, Rick and I went
looking for Celia

and we ended up walking here
and talking and then I-

it just... it wore me out.

Ok, alright.

Well, so you're talking
to Rick?

That's...

Yeah.

Good.

Yeah, ok.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

[knocking]

Oh, I'll get it.

Hey.

Hi, Amy.

Can I come inside?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy.

[sighs]

What's wrong?

Betsy Crane
has been murdered.

Murdered?

What?

Murdered?

Are you- are you sure?

It was murder.

What happened?

I'll share the details with you
at the appropriate time.

Travis.

Graham, will you join me
down at the station?

Answer a few questions?

Yeah, sure. Let me
get changed.

Wait, wait. Hold on, Dad.

Why can't you just ask him
the questions here?

You're familiar with
how I do my job.

I'm familiar with how you
treat your suspects.

No, honey, honey, Travis
is just asking for my help.

Give me a second.

Thanks, Graham.

Yeah.

What, you're just gonna haul
my dad downtown and just-

Hey, I'm not hauling anybody.

Well I hope you're gonna talk
to Phil Jenk.

I am.

I'm talking to Rick Fitch
and Hannah Steinhousen

and anybody who knows or had
any dealings with Betsy Crane.

That's standard protocol.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Uh, listen.

I gotta run an errand
so would you tell my dad

that I'll pick him up
at the station later?

Yeah.

[police radio chatter]

Amy.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Travis told me about Betsy.

What happened?

A couple who lives up on
the ridge heard an explosion,

called it in around 1:00
in the morning

but by the time the fire
department got here

the motorhome was past
the point of saving.

Betsy was inside?

But the ME says that
she was killed first.

Blunt force trauma.

And then they set it on fire.

Kerosene.

Ok, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi.

Where's my dad?

Uh, listen.

Your dad gave us permission
to search his place.

Ok.

Amy.

We're arresting Graham.

What?!

For arson and suspicion
of murder.

Are you kidding me?

On what grounds?

The evidence.

What evidence?

The evidence we found
in the trunk of his car.

Amy, my officers found a nearly
empty can of kerosene.

It's the same kind of kerosene
that was used

to torch Betsy's motorhome.

So my dad bought
some kerosene. It's-

We also found a paperweight
with blood on it.

Now, we're gonna match some DNA
that we pulled from a hair brush

from Betsy's rental car,
but it doesn't look good.

Hold on.

I mean, my dad, he never locks
his car in the driveway

at night, you know?

I mean, someone could have
planted that there.

He's being set up.

Amy.

Come on, do you actually
believe that my dad is a killer?

Listen, what I-

Dad! Wait! Dad!

It's okay, honey.

Dad! I'm calling your lawyer.

Just relax.

Hold this right here, sir.

Look at the lens.

Hey, kiddo.

Hey.

Hey, you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

No touching, please.

-She's my-
-Sorry.

It looks like I'm gonna get some
good material out of this, huh?

Dad, this isn't funny.

It's ok, honey.

I know.

Uh, so I spoke to your lawyer

and he's sending a top criminal
attorney from Seattle.

Her name is Gia Palladino.

Now listen to me.

I do not want you talking to
Travis or anybody else in here

until she's with you.

Ok?

Understood.

Thank you.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Let the lawyer do that.

Dad, I am-

Amy, somebody killed
Betsy Crane.

I don't want you going
after that person.

I-

You listen to me.

You promise me
you understand me.

I promise.

I'll talk to you later.

Ok.

My dad's new criminal attorney,
Gia Palladino,

is heading in from Seattle.

I don't want you talking to him
without her.

Understood.

I can't believe you did this.

Amy, I'm a cop.

Rule of law matters.

I have to follow the evidence.

Yeah, well while you're doing
that I'm gonna go find out

who's setting up my dad.

Of course you are.

And you're not
gonna tell me to stop.

You wouldn't listen if I did.

He's your dad.

Hear me on this.

I do not believe that Graham is
the killer

and my hope is that
one of us will prove that.

And one of us will.

Bud, hey.

Meet me in my classroom.

My dad's been arrested.

Hey. I was at Holly's when
you called.

Amy.

Thank you guys for coming.

Yeah.

I brought coffee.

I brought the board
so we could start doing

that whole yarn
and suspect thing.

Thank you.

So here's the thing.

My dad doesn't really want
me pursuing this, you know?

And he has good reason,
I mean-

Hey.

Amy, we're here for you.

Totally.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Ok, let's get started.

Ok, here we go.

Phil Jenk.

He's a corrupt cop,
he's prone to violence.

He's probably gonna lose
his job soon

and Betsy owes him $10,000.

He did it.

But there's also Rick Fitch.

He used to be really
good friends

with my dad back
in the day,

way before I was born
until he plagiarized

one of my dad's stories and
used it for his first novel.

That's a bad guy right there.

Then we have super stalker fan,
Hannah Steinhousen.

Now, I am almost positive
that she knifed my dad's tire,

which means she's not above
breaking the law.

Wait, maybe it was her.

One scenario is that Phil Jenk
wanted to continue

his conversation with
Betsy Crane in private

and then things go south.

And then he kills her.

But I did overhear Hannah
threatening Betsy

for betraying my dad,

and she even told her that
she wanted her to end up

like one of the murder victims
in his books.

Ouch.

Well, then Hannah did it.

Yeah, but I don't understand why
she would wanna frame my dad.

It doesn't make sense.

Good point.

Yeah, but we can't forget
the corrupt cop

who's had dealings
with my dad.

I mean, if anybody knows how to
frame someone it's gonna be him.

Especially somebody he knows.

Exactly.

But then there's Rick Fitch.

Now, Rick came here to bury
the hatchet with my dad

but that could all just be
a ruse to cover up the fact

that he's actually jealous
of all of his success.

That's a good angle.

I don't know much about
the relationship

between Rick and Betsy,
however I did overhear

an argument they were having.

What'd they say?

Betsy said that she would
end him if he did something.

Did what?

I don't know, I didn't hear
that part.

Maybe he ended her first and
then he pinned it on your dad.

I'm really liking Rick for this.

But there's one more.

Celia Bunton.

My dad's new editor.

Why would she kill Betsy?

And then frame your dad?

I don't- I don't know,
I'm just saying that it-

she's a possibility.

Amy, maybe you have Celia
on the board

because you don't like that
your dad has a crush on her.

[laughs]

I'm not gonna put someone
up here on the board

and say they're a
possible murderer

just because I'm, you know-

Hello?

Oh, Amy.

Celia.

Is your father alright?

He's-

Uh... why do you ask?

I went by Graham's house

and there were several
officers there.

Yeah, you kinda disappeared
on us last night.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

The scene was a tad upsetting.

A couple people get
in an argument

and you have to run off?

No, I recognized the man.

Phil Jenk?

Well, I knew him
as Petey Jenkowski.

This was years ago,
I was a junior editor

and he was with the New
York Police Department.

Came to me with a book proposal

based on his time
in the vice squad.

Sounded good but in reality
it was dull and monotonous

and I told him so.

He didn't like that.

And he came after me
in my offices.

Luckily security was there and
I had had a restraining order

placed against him.

Then I heard that he transferred
out of New York.

It was years ago but it
all came flooding back.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

Anyway, your father.

Betsy Crane's been murdered
and they've arrested my dad.

What?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Arrested on what grounds?

Evidence.

The murder weapon and kerosene
used to light

her motorhome on fire were found
in the trunk of his car.

No.

No, this is madness.

We know.

We know, which is why
we've been...

Ah, Bud...

You know, we just...
uh, Celia, we just...

had to consider
all the possibilities.

There's a lot- a lot
of people up here.

Of course.

But I think we should call
Travis and let him know

about your history with Jenk.

Yeah.

What should Holly and I do?

Well, I'd love to know
some more about Hannah.

If you guys could maybe

call the Graham Winslow
Society in Frankfurt?

They might know something.

Yeah, sure.

Ok.

In the meantime I will try
to contact Rick Fitch.

[ringing]

Palmer Inn.

Hi, I'm trying to reach a
guest of yours, Rick Fitch?

One moment.

They're asking.

So have you ever had
any dealings with this guy,

Rick Fitch?

Well, I met him at the event
the other night

but other than that, no.

Huh. What about Betsy?
You know her?

No.

I'm sorry, he's not picking up.

Would you like to leave
a message?

Yeah.

Will you have him call Amy
Winslow at 564-555-2710?

Of course.

Ok, thank you.

Yeah, so I guess I'm just
gonna have to keep calling.

Phil!

Tell Bud to call Travis!

Wait a minute.

Sorry, I didn't bring my pass.

Sorry.

[crash]

Are you ok?

Phil, stop!

Ok?

It's over, Phil.

There's no way out.

The police are on their way.

I know what you did
to your bosses in Reno,

I know what you tried to do
to Celia Bunton in New York.

What did you do to Betsy Crane?

I didn't kill her!

Then why are you running?

I'm not supposed to come
within 500 yards of that woman.

I'm in enough trouble as it is.

I don't need to be the guy
you pin Crane's murder on

to save your old man.

Phil, did you send that
invite to yourself

so you could come here
to get to Betsy?

Look, I'm broke.

I'm probably gonna get
canned soon.

Ask yourself this.

Why would I kill the woman
who owes me $10,000?

Huh?

I don't know.

Well, the violation of
his restraining order

gives me cause to hold him
and then I'm gonna build a case

with the judge to search
his hotel room.

Good.

You alright?

Yes.

And grateful to Amy.
To you.

[phone vibrating]

Oh.

Excuse me.

She was hoping to be able
to see my dad.

Yeah, that's fine.

Listen, uh... are you-

Yeah, fine.

Forgive me, I have a work fire
I need to put out.

I must dash.

I'll be in touch.

Ok.

-Ok.
-Bye.

-Ok.
-Ok.

Hey, are you ok?

Yeah.

Travis is holding Jenk and
he's going to search his hotel,

so it's good news.

Great.

We have news, too.

Ok.

The Frankfurt Graham Winslow
Society, it does exist

and it's run by
Hannah Steinhousen.

Ok, how is that good news?

Because I searched every page on
the site and way at the bottom

of the blog I found some photos
of the charter members.

Ok.

Check out Hannah Steinhousen.

Huh.

Let's find out who our imposter
is, shall we?

Can you ring your guest,

Hannah Steinhousen
and tell her that

Amy Winslow is downstairs
with the complete works

of Graham Winslow all
autographed for her?

Sure.

Thank you.

Ok. I've got it pulled up.

Alright, let me see.

Hello!

You... where are the...

The books?

Yeah, I lied about the books.

Just like you lied about
who you are.

I... that's...

I know that's not you.

Now, I could call the police
and have you charged

with identity theft or you could
just tell me the truth.

I just wanted to get close
to Graham.

We have a bond.

I know it.

I just thought it would be
better if I came

from an exotic place far away.

Where do you come from?

Fresno.

What's your name?

Joyce.

Joyce what?

Van Vleet.

You're Arnold Van Vleet's wife.

The one that attacked him,
aren't you?

Yeah.

Bud, call Travis.

What am I saying?

You're gonna tell him that Joyce
here shot and killed her husband

in front of my dad's house.

Didn't you, Joyce?

Arnold hated the bond I had
with Graham.

He followed me here.

To Graham's house.

And I told him...

I warned him not to try and tear
me and Graham apart.

I was just trying to scare him.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Hey, we just found
the murder weapon

in the glove compartment box

so we'll be looking extra hard
at her for Betsy's murder.

Now that we know she's capable
of homicide

and considering her obsession
with your dad.

Yeah, good.

And Phil Jenk and Rick Fitch,
which- sorry.

[ringing]

The Palmer, front desk.

Hi, this is Amy Winslow.

I left a message earlier
for Rick Fitch.

Yes, that message is still here,
but he hasn't returned.

Ok, alright.

Thank you.

Well, he obviously doesn't
wanna talk to me.

Yeah?

Well he has no choice
about talking to me.

I'll stay on him.

Ok.

Yeah.

I guess, we'll call it a night,
huh?

As Poirot would say, we must
restore the little grey cells.

[phone ringing]

Hey, Travis.

Hey, Amy.

Meet me at your office.

I know who broke into it.

-Yeah, ok.
-Bye-bye.

Amy!

Hey!

When were you gonna tell me?

Your father's been arrested?

You know, I'm so sorry,
I know his event is today-

Amy, I don't care
about the event.

I care about Graham, and you.

What's going on?

Well, he's innocent and
I'm trying to prove that.

That's what I hoped you'd say.

Go get him.

And don't think another thought
about this festival.

Thank you.

Of course.

Go.

-Hey.
-Hey.

So who broke in?

Alright, so when we searched
your dad's house yesterday,

among other things,

we found that his house
had been bugged.

Bugged?

-Yeah.
-As in-

Listening devices, yeah.

So then when Jenk came in

we got the warrant to search
his hotel room.

We found listening equipment
and recordings from two places.

Your dad's house...

And here.

Bingo.

Oh, wow.

You know, when I met Jenk here

he thought this was still
my dad's office.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Alright.

Hey, you've been busy.

Yeah.

So Jenk wasn't trying
to take something,

he was actually trying
to leave something.

Found it?

Bingo.

I still don't understand,
though.

Why is he trying to listen in
on my dad?

I don't know.

I mean- ok, so you remember
he was trying to blackmail

his superiors in Reno
by recording them?

Yeah.

And remember how he wanted to
do a book deal with your dad?

Yeah.

What if he was trying to get
dirt on your dad

to force him into a book deal?

Dirt?

On my dad?

He doesn't know Graham
very well, does he?

No.

Oh, have you been able
to tie Jenk or Joyce

to Betsy's motorhome?

Not yet.

I need to talk to my dad.

Dad, I'm trying to figure out
who killed Betsy.

Amy.

[laughs]

Honey, you promised me
that you wouldn't,

and you wouldn't-

No, I- well, I mean technically
I promised you

that I understood that
you didn't want me to.

No, no! This is- this is not
a word game.

I know what this is!

Amy, look.

I don't want you-

No, no!

You listen to me!

Mom was taken away
from us way too soon.

I'm not about to have
that happen to you.

Alright?

I'm gonna do what I'm gonna do,
Dad.

So you can either get
on board or not

but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Ok.

I need you to look at something
for me please.

Can you tell me about
some of these pictures?

Um... Hemingway
and Fitzgerald.

Those were mom's nicknames
for me and Rick.

Yeah.

You guys were best friends,
right?

Yeah.

Competitors?

But apparently in more
than just writing.

Take a look at that picture.

I mean, Dad, the syntax
is pretty clear.

"Rick and me with G".

Did Rick date mom
before you got married to her?

Mmmhmm.

And um...

uh, he was pushing to marry
and uh,

mom didn't want to.

She broke it off.

A few months later
I asked her out.

I want to make something clear,
honey.

I had nothing to do
with breaking them up.

But I bet Rick didn't see it
that way, right?

No.

Then he stole my book.

Did Rick ever marry?

-No.
-No.

You know, it's-

it's you and mom have this
great marriage, you know?

You become a bestselling author.

Those were all things
that Rick wanted.

Hey, Travis?

I think we need to talk
to Rick Fitch.

So Rick shows up in Garrison,

pretends to bury the hatchet
with my dad,

but maybe that was just
so he could get close to him

to frame him.

Ok, right. That makes sense.

But then why kill Betsy Crane?

Celia, would it be possible for
Betsy to have advanced payments

to Rick for a book that
he never finished?

I'd say so.

Of course.

There's your motive.

So what happens now?

Well, Travis is bringing in Rick
for further questioning,

so we just-

[phone rings]

There he is right now.

Hey, that didn't take long.

Did you talk to Rick?

Hey. No.

That's not gonna be possible.

Rick Fitch is dead.

Dead!

Yeah.

What?!

[police radio chatter]

Hey.

My phone call was not
an invitation for you

to join me down
at the crime scene.

Well, I know, but I just
had to see this for myself.

Thank you.

I don't understand.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why not?

Because Betsy told us
that Rick hated nature

so why is he rock climbing?

Well, either Betsy was wrong

or Rick thought when in Rome
do what the Romans do.

Travis, we got something.

Hang on. Show me!

[snaps photo]

[sighs]

Did you guys find something
on Rick's phone?

This isn't Rick's phone.

It's Betsy Crane's.

What?

Wait a minute, so if Rick had
Betsy's phone-

It means he took it
after he killed her.

So then my dad-

I need another warrant, yeah.

Close down the crime scene.

Will do.

Detective Burke.

Uh, I have another
search warrant,

this time it is to search
Rick Fitch's room.

Can you let me in?

Of course.

Thanks.

I'm gonna need you
to wait down here.

Oh, come on, Travis. I-

Hey, Amy, look.

We gotta do this
by the book.

[sniffs]
Kerosene?

Hey.

Hey.

So I didn't find his cell phone,
but I called forensics

because I definitely smelled
kerosene in Rick's closet

and I found what
looks like blood.

That's it. He framed my dad.

But here's what confuses me.

Why would he store
those things here?

You know?

Why wouldn't he take it straight
from Betsy's motorhome

to your dad's car?

Who knows?

But this has to be enough
to release my father, right?

Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey kiddo!

Oh, Dad!

[laughing]

I'm ok.

I'm ok.

Graham, I-

No, no, no, no, no.

You had a job to do and you
kept doing it and here we are.

Thank you.

Graham.

Oh, hey! Hi, hi!

Oh, jeez.

Take it easy.

Forgive me.

[laughing]

I'm just so relieved.

It's ok, me too.
Me too.

Hey, you three, I think
that we should get back

to the tapas meal that was
interrupted, what do you think?

That sounds lovely.

Eight this evening?

Uh, yeah.

That works for me.

Amy?

Yeah, yeah.

Of course.

Terrific.

Graham, I hate to dive
right back into business

but we've had some serious
interest on the movie rights

that we dare not push away
this time.

Could we chat?

If you think it's a good idea,
I'm all ears.

Bye, Dad.

You ok?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ok.

He likes her.

And to be honest with you,
so do I.

Hey, let's grab some coffee.

My office.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, is this-

That's the murder weapon,
yeah.

I've seen this before.

You have?

Yes, I have.

Thank you.

Bingo. Right there.

Hey, can I help you?

Hi.

Where did you get that owl?

Oh, those are made exclusively
for the hotel.

"Those" as in plural?

Yes, they're in all our rooms.

We need to look at
Rick's room again.

Thank you.

Well, he didn't use his owl
to kill Betsy.

I don't know.

I mean, unless
he had it replaced.

Yeah, maybe.

Front desk.

Hi.

This is Detective Travis Burke.

Hey, in the last couple of days
did Rick Fitch

ask for his paperweight
to be replaced?

Not Mr. Fitch, no.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did someone else ask?

Yes.

(Both) Who?

And those are the room locations
of everyone you asked about.

Alright. Thank you, Sharon.

Ok. Alright. Thank you.

What did the publishing
company say?

Well, they confirmed the
contracts and the rights

and they're gonna email you
the paperwork.

Alright, take a look at this.

These rooms?

They're right next
to each other.

Huh.

Take a look at this.

Did you check to see
if this gear

was bought at Garrison Sports
Depot?

Hey, we've been a little busy.

Oh.

How about we do it now?

Ok.

(Both) Thank you.

You better be here to tell me
I'm about to walk.

I'm afraid not, Phil.

You see, I know what's really
going on.

Remember what we're after.

Yeah.

[knocking]

Oh, Detective.

Hi, Celia.

I thought we said 8:00.

Can I come in for a second?

Of course.

Thanks.

Of course. Come on in.

Thanks.

Oh, Amy. So are we doing um,
room service, then?

We need to talk to you,
Celia.

What about?

You know what is funny
about hotel rooms?

It's all the little things
that just kinda disappear

into the background.

Like a paperweight,
for example.

I mean, how many people would
even notice a paperweight?

And then how many people
would actually call down

to the front desk and ask
for another paperweight

to be brought to their room?

Sorry, I'm not following-

But you did, yesterday.

How would you even know that
a paperweight was missing

unless you were the one
who brought it out of the room

and used it to commit
a murder?

Amy, it sounds like
you've been reading

too many of your
father's books.

Oh, you know it's funny
you should say that

'cause that's what this is
really all about, right?

My father's books.

Especially the first five
published by Betsy Crane.

I called her company
earlier today.

They sent over a contract
that gives the exclusive rights

to produce Atticus Keller
as a movie franchise to-

I'll just make it easy for you,
it's right there.

Betsy Crane.

And she conveyed that in these
little cryptic coded messages

to you twice right
in front of us.

The first time was
in a note to my dad,

which she knew
you would see.

Give this to your dad.

"It's the right thing."

The second time was
at the bar that night.

Contracts are binding.

Contracts matter.

And in this case
I'm holding the cards.

You just disappeared.

You said that...

The scene was
a tad upsetting.

But you weren't
upset about Jenk.

No, you were upset about
the millions that you'd planned

on making from the movie.

That it now had just been
snatched up by Betsy Crane.

So then you leaked that story
to the Book Blog

in order to put pressure on her
but it didn't work.

She made it very clear to you
that she held the cards.

And it made you angry.

So you went to her motorhome
and you brought one of those.

Detective, this is fiction
and not even the crime genre.

It's more like fantasy.

But I talked to Phil Jenk.

I know what's really going on.

We have Celia Bunton.

Confess or get charged
as an accessory to murder.

I bluffed Jenk and he folded.

I never thought I'd hear
from her again after New York.

She said she forgave me
for what happened.

She paid me 10 grand up front,

another $10,000 when
the festival ends,

plus she said I'd get a
consulting role on the movies.

She sent you the invitation
with the message?

Yeah.

Real dramatic.

I thought it was overkill but...
you bought it.

For a minute.

But she had you bug Graham's
house and Amy's office.

She wanted to know
what Graham was thinking.

And going after Betsy?

That was never part of
Celia's deal.

Betsy provoked me into that.

Well, I'm surprised you would
credit the word

of a disgraced policeman.

Well that and the word
of Rena Corey.

And who might that be?

Oh, she runs Garrison
Sports Depot.

We sell that gear, yeah.

Sold some a couple days ago.

To this man?

I don't remember him.

I do remember a nice
English lady.

I still don't understand

what some mountaineering
gear has got-

Oh, stop!

Just stop, Celia.

You murdered two people
and Travis has more evidence

than you can talk
your way out of.

I didn't go to the motorhome
intending to do harm.

Quite the opposite.

I heard that Betsy had
had a...

an aggressive streak so
I grabbed whatever I could

to take with me
for self-defence.

Tempers rose and we fought.

It was me.

I lost control.

This thing happened.

I found the kerosene
at the motorhome,

and I've edited enough
crime fiction to know

that a victim requires
a culprit.

Lucky for you there was one
right next door.

One that had a volatile
relationship with Betsy.

And Miss Celia Bunton is here,
and Mr. Rick Fitch.

I noticed that the balconies,
they're adjacent.

It's easy to get
from one to the next.

It's easy to hide incriminating
evidence in Rick's room.

And you, you probably thought
that Rick's room was empty.

But it wasn't empty.

[yawns]

Forgive me.

I never sleep well
in hotel beds.

You know, I'll give
you a little tip.

Take a nice, long, warm bath
right before you go to sleep.

Rick could have went to Travis,

and I'm sure he probably
thought about that.

But then he also thought
about all of my dad's success

because that's what he wanted
for his own life.

And then there's also
my mother which,

by the way, you couldn't
have known about.

Rick dated my mom
before my dad.

And I'm pretty sure that he was
still in love with her.

When he found out that she
had passed he probably felt...

he probably felt many things.

So he came here to bury
the hatchet with my dad

which he did.

And you just gave him a chance
to dig it right back up again.

Once you found out that
my father had been arrested

you knew what Rick had done
and then he came after you.

He called.

Forgive me, I have a work fire
I need to put out.

I must dash.

He demanded I publish his book
or else he'd expose me.

But what he didn't know

is that you held on
to Betsy's cell phone.

You invited him to the ravine.

Rick? Celia.

Look, why don't you come
and join me

and we'll talk about your deal.

You set up the climbing gear
and then you did to Rick

what you had done
to Betsy Crane.

Except this time
you did it with a rock.

Made it look like he fell.

Ironic, isn't it?

I'm the one who's fallen.

Celia Bunton,
you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you
in a court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be appointed to you

by the State of Washington.

Dad.

Hey, cutie.

I tried calling ya.

Where you been?

What's going on?

Celia...

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

Hey, Dad, do you wanna maybe
take a seat for a minute?

Oh, brunch is served,
buffet style!

Ooh, all you can eat!

Bud knows the drill, huh!

[laughs]

Look at that!

Ok, uh, before we dig in
and sit down,

um, Amy wanted me to make
this really big speech.

Stop it.

No, no, ok, ok, ok, ok.

Um, let me just please say that
I am beyond grateful

for all your support.

Travis, thank you for following
the evidence

all the way through.

And to my daughter,
Amy, who...

Hey, to Amy and Travis.

(All) To Amy and Travis.

Cheers.

To Graham.

Cheers, Dad.

Well, he seems to be
moving on well.

Yeah.

Yeah, he is.

He's writing a new book.

Atticus falls in love
with a killer.

Woah.

Yeah.

Mark Twain said it best.

Write what you know.

I like that.

Hey, listen, I just um...
I want to say thank you.

For what?

Well, because you didn't
give up on him.

Nah, Amy, nah.

It's more like you're the one
who didn't give up on him.

Well, thanks for not giving up
on me then.

You give me no choice.

What've we got?

First you need a plate.