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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

There’s nothing to be scared of.

Puncture marks on their necks.

I found enough ways to murder someone.

You ask him who he is,
where he comes from.

I’m not so sure about that, Sheriff.

My sister did not just disappear.
Something happened to her.

Looks to me like a wooden stake.

Vampire?

You must be joking.

I know who you are.

I am not so sure about this.

Come on, please,
don’t back out on me now.

But why here?

Well, why not?

Hey, at least we have some privacy.

What was that?

It’s just an old hoot owl. Hey, come on.

God, I feel like we’re in the middle
of one of those horror movies.

- A horror movie?
- Yes.

Look at me, look at me.

Would I ever let anything happen to you?

What was that? It came from over there.

Billy.

Billy, let’s go.

I mean, this was a really lousy idea.

I told you, there’s nothing
to be scared of.

There’s nobody out here except you...

and me, and the moon.

Geez!

Come on!

Let’s go, let’s go!

I’m out of tape.

Wouldn’t you know? Murphy’s law.

Wait a minute. I think I’ve got some.

I know I have more,
but I have no idea where.

Is anything wrong, Charlie?

Oh, this is, uh...

This is from Laurel.
She used to do things like that.

She’d put little notes here and there,

so that I’d think about her.

She must’ve put this one
in there just before she...

I’m so sorry.

You know,

if things had worked out as we planned,

we’d have been married a year by now.

Hello. Mr. Baker?

Yes, yes, he’s right here.

- For you.
- Thank you.

Mr. Baker, I really...

Yeah, no, no.

I told you your specs were wrong.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, okay. Yes!

Jessica, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to
go over there again.

Oh, now, just a minute, Charles.

I’m sorry, but I’ve got to.

I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning?
But what about the electricity in here?

Uh, it’s a bad circuit breaker.

The supply store won’t have one
for me until tomorrow.

You know, I wish I had never bid
on this Baker job.

The man is one colossal pain.

Look, Charles,
this is really unacceptable.

Listen, Jessica, I told Baker
that your job had to come first.

He’s just antsy, that’s all.

Believe me, I hate
spreading myself this thin,

but I promise you that I will be here
in the morning.

Early.

- Doc.
- Charlie.

Well, you look like a lady
whose house is not getting fixed

as promptly as she would prefer.

Well, that is
the understatement of the week.

So lights out again. Electricity?

They discovered that the wiring
is obsolete, along with the plumbing.

It’s just been one thing after another.

It’s a lot like life, isn’t it?

So, what happened to
the rest of the peach pie?

Oh, I gave it to Sheriff Metzger.

It would’ve spoiled anyway.

I’ve got some coffee
in a thermos in the dining room.

Well, you could’ve given the pie to me.

After all, Mort didn’t have to
spend his morning

playing fright therapist
to an hysterical teenager.

Fright?

Well, yes. Thank you. Carla Thompson.

Scared out of her wits
at the cemetery last night.

What was she doing there?

Didn’t say. Up to no good, I expect.

Kept rambling on about
somebody rising from the dead.

Oh, Mr. Jatich. Hello.

I, uh...

think Mr. Baker’s expecting me.

Yes, of course.

May I take your coat?

Oh, Molly.

Good evening. Please come in and sit down.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Baker.

So what do you have for me this evening?

My father and I thought
you might like this.

Oh, excuse me.
Am I interrupting your dinner?

Oh, no, this is... this is our dinner.

To make up for our time
being cut so short last evening.

Oh, thanks,

but, uh, I have to...

Just call whomever it is
and tell them you’ve been, uh,

unavoidably detained.

Peter, would you serve
the first course, please?

Oh, course? Mr. Baker, I can’t...

Please.

It’s Larry.

Interesting motif...

Where have I seen that before?

Yes, it’s the duomo at Lucca, isn't it?

Daddy.

Aren’t you working awful late?

Aren’t you?

Actually, yes, I was.

Dave called.

I know. I spoke to him.

He was pretty bent out of shape.

Said it’s the third time
you’ve broken dates with him this month.

I’m surprised he noticed.

Molly, give him a break.

I have...

for 18 months now.

He’ll get over it.

I’m kinda tired.

Mr. Baker make up his mind yet?

He’s tending towards
a couple of the florals

from the Devlin collection.

Huh. It’s a good thing I don’t have
to pay you by the hour.

So I’m afraid with all
of the distractions...

Well, I think I will be able to fax you

the fourth chapter tomorrow night,

but don’t hold me to it.

Right. Well, you’re a dear.

Goodbye.

Uh, look, I have some other samples
back at the office.

I can run back there and get them,

or like I said, we can do this later.

Well, perhaps tomorrow
would be better, okay?

Great.

I have to get these books
over to one of our other customers.

Do you know Mr. Baker?

He bought that old Victorian house
over on Oak Street.

Oh, you mean the Borbey house?

No, I haven’t met him.

Oh, he is so demanding,
but he really knows what he wants.

And he seems to be getting it.

Oh, dear. I’d just about
given up hope for the plumber.

Fletcher, JB.

The bathtub?

Line 13.

A plumber was supposed
to come this morning,

remove the old one,
so this could go right in.

Sorry about that.

I was given to understand

that there was a limit
to the number of books

that you can take out
of this place at any one time.

Well, Jean was kind enough
to take pity on a stranded writer.

So what’s it gonna be today, Jessica?

More books on poison, or man-eating fish?

Or what was it... electrocution.

Lethal snakes.

Ew!

No, no, I found enough ways
to murder someone

to last me for my next eight books.

- Mrs. Fletcher?
- Yes.

Forgive me, but I must compliment you

on your most recent book, Crypt of Death.

Oh, you certainly know your sepulchers.

Well, thank you.
I spend a lot of time in libraries.

It was Dr. Sorenson’s book,

Burial practices:
From the dark ages until today

that you wanted me to get
for you from the Boston library.

I heard that you were
in Cabot Cove, Dr. Sorenson.

Research?

What I hope will be my almost magnum opus.

Middle European supernatural phenomenon

in New England.

Dr. Sorenson’s devoting

a whole chapter to the Borbey family.

Ah, you mean, on their being, uh...

what do you call ’em, vampires?

Don’t tell me you believe that old yarn.

Dr. Hazlitt, is it?

Despite what the medical establishment
would have us believe, Doctor,

there are a great many things
in this world

which defy rational explanations.

And there always seems to be someone ready
to peddle the irrational ones

and enough fools around to buy them.

Coming, Jessica?

Seth...

The town records are woefully incomplete.

I’m afraid the graveyard
appears to be my best bet.

Dr. Sorenson is studying
all the tombstones.

Just a minute. Are you the one

that’s been going around
scaring the daylights

out of some of our local teenagers?

Excuse us, Dr. Sorenson.
We have some errands to run.

Jessica, I may not be a certified shrink,

but I can tell you
without fear of contradiction,

that man is committable.

Let’s go get your car
before you boil over.

What am I supposed to do, huh? Give up?

It’s been 18 months.

Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.

Oh, that’s encouraging.

Look, I told you
this was gonna delay things, us, I mean.

That it was gonna cost money.

Every spare penny
that Charlie and I can lay our hands on.

Dave, I don’t blame you
for wondering or trying,

but this isn’t about money.

It’s about moving on with our lives.

I loved Laurel, too.

She was like a sister to me,
for goodness sake.

Molly, I don’t wanna lose you.

My sister did not just disappear.

Something happened to her,
and I’m gonna find out what.

Molly.

- Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Dave.

Doc, if you wanna head on
over to the garage,

your car’s all done.
I just had to flush the cooling system.

Hey, Doc, Mrs. F.

Your kitchen finished yet?

I’m afraid not, Sheriff.

Well, anything else
you’re afraid might spoil, I’m your guy.

That peach pie was sensational.

You don’t have to rub it in, Sheriff.

Charlie kinda short-changing
your job, too?

Well, Mr. Baker seems to be
keeping him very busy.

I’m beginning to get rather annoyed.

Beginning? You should’ve heard her
go on about it last night.

- I guess money still talks.
- Exactly.

Ask me, Mr. Lawrence Baker

has been calling
most of the shots around here

since the day he moved in.

Do I detect a few sour grapes there,

because you don’t happen
to have any real estate

he’s interested in buying?

If I did, I wouldn’t sell it to him.

So, Sheriff, any news?

Negative, Dave.

This PI you hired oughta
get his eyes examined.

That woman he spotted
in the motel in Kennebunk,

she was 50
if she was a day and short.

Really?

Well, thanks for checkin’ it out, Sheriff.

Listen, Dave,

we gotta talk.

That’s the seventh time this month.

It’s kinda eating into our resources.

I understand.

I brought Mr. Baker’s car back.

There’s a bill that needs to be paid.

You can just give the bill to me

and we’ll take care of it tomorrow.

That’s not good enough.
I ran up a parts and labor tab.

It has to be taken care of immediately.

I’m sorry, but Mr. Baker is busy.

He’s not available right now.

You can go get him,
because I wanna be paid now.

- I told you, he’s not--
- Peter.

It’s all right.

This, uh... wheel alignment?

Was it absolutely necessary?

It was pulling to the right.

Hmm.

That’s correct.

- Your Molly Holt’s friend, aren’t you?
- Friend?

She told me about your missing sister.

Did she also tell you
we plan on getting married?

No, she didn’t.

Well, you might want
to keep that in mind, okay?

You might want to mention that to her.

Peter, pay the man.

Mr. Perrin, leave my house

before you have an accident.

If you hurt Molly, I swear...

Dave.

Please.

You won’t even kiss me now.

Come on.

Okay, you have to kiss me right now.
Will you?

Maybe.

It’s right there. That’s where it was.

You don’t have to look, Carla.

After what happened
in the cemetery the other night,

I’m not surprised you didn’t call
the Sheriff till this morning.

You shouldn’t even be here, child.

Sorry about that, Doc.
She’s a material witness.

Well, Sheriff, I’d say

you didn’t need the services
of a medical doctor.

What you need...

is a window dresser.

Department store mannequin.

- You’re kidding?
- Thank god.

Well, at least you can’t blame me
for this one, Sheriff.

I can’t blame them either.

In the moonlight, that thing would scare
the heck out of anybody.

Listen, Dave, all I meant was,

try to screen out
the false alarms a little better.

We’ll take care of it, Sheriff.

If you had to guess, Sheriff,

what would you say the chances are

of finding Laurel Perrin alive?

Between you and me, slim to none.

I made myself very clear
when you bid the job.

And I am telling you
for the umpteenth time,

these drawings are wrong.

It wasn’t built that way.
It couldn’t have been,

because this...

this is a bearing wall.

It was here when I remodeled the place
the last time,

it had to have been here from the get-go
back in 1847, because otherwise,

the whole thing would’ve sagged
and collapsed a long time ago.

You wanna explain something to me?

Why isn’t it on the original drawings?

If I had to guess, uh...

the builders realized...

the need for it when
they were puttin’ the place up

and they just never bothered to change
the original drawings.

And you’re telling me
it can’t be taken out.

Of course I’m not.

Some hefty footings,
steel I-beams, reinforcements.

I gotta tell you,
with these two rooms opened up like that,

it’d be gorgeous.
We’re talking about a lot of money here.

Ah!

How much?

Mm, let’s see.

Engineering, geology,

steel fabrication. Minimum?

Double my original bid.

You know, I don’t like
being sandbagged, Mr. Wetherly.

Yeah? Well, I don’t like
being accused of it.

Let me tell you something, Mr. Baker.

Why don’t you just get
somebody else for this,

- because I don’t need this kind of grief.
- Mr. Wetherly.

Do it.

Now he’s got me doin’ major demo

and rippin’ out walls.

The man is nuts.

Jessica, I feel really bad about this.

Well, you’re not half as sorry
as I am, Charles.

I don’t think you have
any idea how much I resent this.

Oh, that... that contractor
I told you about

over in Bridgetown, Danny Corcoran.

He said he can start work this afternoon.

He’s very good, very fast,
he’s got great references.

Listen, I don’t expect you to understand,

but with business being the way it is
and all the people I owe money to,

and having to finish
the Sheriff’s office too,

well, I was between
a rock and a hard place. I’m sorry.

Could be I’m putting
a rosy glow on things,

but I seem to remember
when people had enough principles

to choose the hard place.

Yeah. Jonesport Hospital.

I gotcha. Thanks.

Gonna be very nice
when it’s finished, Sheriff.

Yeah, "when."

What can I do for you, Miss Higgins?

There was someone snooping
around the church cemetery last night.

It was probably that Sorenson fella.

He’s been keeping some strange hours,
but outside of scaring a couple of kids

who didn’t belong there
in the first place...

Look, Miss Higgins, I gotta...

Wait a minute, Sheriff.
I heard about Dr. Sorenson.

But does he have a permit
to dig up graves?

You saw him digging?

I couldn’t make out who it was,

- but I could hear it.
- Excuse me. Andy.

Look, Miss Higgins, I gotta run,

but Deputy Broom is gonna
take your statement

and I promise you,
we’ll get into it just as soon as we can.

That’s a promise.

- She’s comatose?
- Automobile accident, Jane Doe,

- they said she fits Laurel’s description.
- How bad is she?

I was just coming to that.
You better prepare yourself for a shock.

Hospital said she’s got burns,
head injuries.

- She’s critical.
- Oh, God.

Hey, Dave.

Hope everything turns out okay.

Thanks, Mort.

- We’ve got that in stock.
- Oh, wonderful.

I think my luck is changing.

You said you thought
it would take two rolls for the bathroom?

I believe so. Yes.

Good. Then I’ll take them with me.

Mr. Corcoran is coming
at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

I’ll get them.

Mr. Holt?

I, uh, want...

Mrs. Fletcher, isn’t it? Yes.

I recognize you
from the photographs on your book jackets.

Lawrence Baker.

I understand we’re sharing a contractor.

Until today, yes.

I’m very sorry to intrude.

Uh, Mr. Holt, I wanted to speak to you

before you closed about
the property that you have for sale

on the road just south of town.

It’s not for sale.

And we are closed.

Well, not according to your sign.

And my understanding is
that the property is for sale.

Larry.

Molly, good evening.

I’m attempting to discuss business
with your father.

We’ve got nothing to say
to each other, Mr. Baker.

Oh, I think we do.

It’s obviously not about real estate,
though, is it?

She’s engaged to be married.

- Daddy.
- You keep quiet.

And you, you’re old enough
to be her father.

Judging from your behavior,
I’m not sure you are.

Leave her alone and get out.

Evening, Molly.

Evening, Mrs. Fletcher.

Daddy, I can’t believe what you just did.

How can you be so rude?

You wanna know how?

You ask him who he is,
where he comes from.

What are you talking about?

I got Bill Truslow down at the bank
to run a credit check on him.

There was no record, nothing.

Nobody ever heard of Lawrence Baker.

That’s interesting.

According to Eve Simpson,

he paid cash for the Borbey house.

What are you doing in my house?

I know who you are.

What?

You must be joking.

Don’t...

don’t come any closer.

Oh, it’s gonna be lovely, Sheriff.

Yeah.

I’m really wondering
how we ever got by with so little space.

Ask me, it’s just another example

of the big bang theory of government.

Keeps on expanding like the universe.

Excuse me.

Well, Jess, if you can
tear yourself away from

this Taj Mahal of traffic tickets,

perhaps I can take you home.

Hold on, Doc. Yeah.

Yeah. We’ll be right there.

There’s been a murder
over at the Borbey house.

- What is that thing?
- Looks to me like a wooden stake.

Driven through his heart.

I may be off-base,

but a wooden stake through the heart,

isn’t that the way they kill vampires?

Oh, for heaven’s...

Sheriff, don’t look now,

but your bubble’s a little off plum.

Doc, I meant in the movies.

I didn’t say that I believe in that stuff.

On the other hand,

it sure looks like somebody does.

- As a matter of fact...
- What is it, Sheriff?

I checked out the cemetery this afternoon,
the Borbey grave.

Not only was somebody
tampering with it, but I found this.

- A bulb of garlic.
- So?

Doc, didn’t you see any of those movies?

I had better things to do with my youth.

All right, forget the movies.

My grandmother used to tell me that,
back in the old country,

people used to put garlic
on graves to keep the vampires

- from rising.
- Aha, it runs in the family.

Now just a second. My grandmother happened
to have been a nice lady.

Sheriff, garlic is excellent for roses.

It improves the fragrance

and it also helps to control the aphids.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I didn’t see any roses
growing out of that old grave.

In any case, it may interest you to know

that your "vampire" was hit on the head

prior to his assailant driving
that stake through his heart.

Doc, there’s nothing in the rules

that says a vamp...

those people can’t be knocked out.

Rules? Oh, heaven help us!

Why do I even bother?

Mr. Jatich, did anybody see you pulling
the car in the garage

after you dropped
Mr. Baker off at the door?

Not that I know of.

You don’t really seem
too torn up about this.

I wasn’t especially fond of Mr. Baker.

Any idea how the murderer got in?

The side door was open
when I came in from the garage

and found Mr. Baker.

It’s been jimmied from the outside.

Jessica, Sheriff?

What is it, Mrs. F?

Turn my back for one second.

I’m not sure.

Go off and desert a person
without saying a word.

Maybe we could just leave him there?

Jessica?

Yeah, that’s right, Sheriff.

I didn’t get back from Jonesport
until around,

I don’t know, 3:00 a.m.

Yeah.

No, I’m not offended.
Check with the hospital.

I think the ICU nurse’s name was Burkhart.

No, it’s Burnhart. Yeah. Thanks.

Hi.

I just wanted to say
I’m sorry about that woman

not turning out to be Laurel.

It’s probably just as well.

Um, hospital says she’s gonna be
in there for a long time,

and even so...

My sympathies about
what happened with Lawrence Baker.

Dave, um...

Listen, um,

I got a ton of work.

Right. Have a good day.

You too.

Dr. Sorenson,
did you go to the Borbey house

to see Lawrence Baker
on the night of his murder?

I was alone in my room

at Hill House all evening, Sheriff.

Besides, I never met the man.

Excuse me, Sheriff. Dr. Sorenson.

I just came from the library

and according to all of these books,
legend has it

that vampires can only be killed
with a stake that is made of ash wood.

That is absolutely correct,
Mrs. Fletcher. Why?

Because the stake
in Lawrence Baker’s heart was fir.

What do you figure, Mrs. F?

The killer didn’t know the real...

vampire drill?

Or wanted us to believe that they didn’t.

Excuse me.

Jessica, could I speak
with you for a moment?

Yes, of course. Excuse me.

Look, I know I really blew it with you

and I just hope
you’ll accept my apologies.

I do, but...

I can’t honestly say that
it will change the way I feel.

Well, I promise, one of these days,

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Hold on. Mrs. F,
you might wanna hear this.

Go on, Dr. Sorenson.

Well, the night before last,
I was in the cemetery.

I decided to open the Borbey graves.

The one I opened was William Borbey’s.

The coffin was empty.

I wonder, Sheriff, are you aware

what the name Borbey
translates to in English?

Yes, I checked that out at the library.

It’s Hungarian for "baker".

As in Lawrence Baker?

According to my research,

Borbey House was vacated
shortly after William’s death.

Or perhaps I should say, apparent death.

After that, the unusual events ceased.

Wait a minute. What unusual events?

- There were several unexplained deaths.
- Like how?

Well, bodies with little
or no blood left in them

and puncture marks on their necks.

You’re really convinced
that Lawrence Baker

was a... vampire?

Oh, no, no, no.

Is.

Do either of you know anyone in Cabot Cove

who ever saw him outside Borbey House

in the daylight?

Sheriff, when you were
going through the house,

did you find any mirrors?

One, in Peter Jatich’s shaving kit.

You put that together with the fact

that before he showed up here
two months ago,

he apparently didn’t even exist...

Okay, Dr. Sorenson,

there’s still a body over in the morgue
with a hole in his heart

and killing people, even one of them,

is still murder.

So I think you better plan on
sticking around town for a while.

Well, if you insist, Sheriff.

But may I remind you

that if Lawrence Baker is,
as I believe him to be,

one of them,

he is not dead,

and therefore, is a continuing threat

to society.

Okay, Mrs. F, you’ve been awfully quiet
about this whole thing.

So what do you think?

Was he or... wasn’t he?

Oh, I don’t know, Sheriff.

I mean, my instinct tells me that there’s

a logical, rational explanation
for all this, but...

Yeah, what?

Jessica. Excuse me.

Sheriff. Oop, pardon.

More posters?

I’m trying a new angle.

I figured since she was in her boat
the day she disappeared...

That’s a shot of the boat
the day we found it on Saco Island,

I’m just hoping to jog someone’s memory.

Even if they caught
a glimpse of anything strange...

Oh, my.

Dave, was your sister
right or left-handed?

She was right-handed. Why?

I’m not sure. Sheriff, what time is it?

Couple of minutes to five. Why?

Will you call
the Department of Building and Safety

and ask them to wait for us?

I am really, really sorry,
Mrs. Fletcher.

They put our files
in here while they paint.

- How about this one?
- We looked in that one.

We’ve looked in that one.

We’ve looked in all of them, Sheriff.
God, I hate this.

I had everything so organized, and now...

I knew. I knew this would happen
if we moved.

I’m gonna go check
my office one more time.

Maybe there never was one.

Perhaps it was never lost.

What are you saying, Mrs. F?

That somebody stole a building permit?

You got to admit,
that’s a pretty dumb thing to steal.

Excuse me, Sheriff.
This just came in from Washington.

That Jatich fella
that works for Mr. Baker.

His fingerprints match the guy
they’ve been looking for for two years.

Entered the country illegally.

He’s wanted by the German government.

And they say he was
a big deal with the Stasi,

the East German secret police.

Your government is mistaken, Sheriff.

Oh, I don’t think so, pal.

The way I figure it,
Baker knew your secret

and he threatened to turn you in,
so you killed him. Means, motive.

And you certainly had the opportunity,

alone with him in this old dump.

I was not alone with him.

What do you mean?

When I returned from
placing the car in the garage,

I heard voices from back in the kitchen.

Voices?

You mean from a ventilator?

- Yes.
- Who did you hear?

Mr. Baker and Dr. Sorenson.

They were arguing.

You heard Sorenson kill him?

I’m not sure what I heard.

Noises.

Thumping.

The hammer driving the stake.

Then footsteps,

a door slammed, then silence.

I came through into the library

and found Mr. Baker.
That’s when I called you.

Why didn’t you tell me about
hearing these voices before?

As I told you before,

I was not especially--

Fond of Baker.

At least that narrows it.

Either Sorenson lied to us,
or you’re lying.

But in any case, between the two of you,

we’ve got our killer.

I’m not so sure about that, Sheriff.

Why did I even entertain the thought?

And these papers tell you
who did it, right?

I’m fairly certain they do.

Now you’re gonna tell me, right?

It’s almost two feet.

Dad, that trestle table
you have out in back would be perfect.

I don’t care what it is,
as long as it’s bigger than this.

Just so I don’t have to listen
to him complain.

- Hi, Mrs. F.
- Sheriff. Philip.

Molly, here are your books back.

The stripe that I’ve marked
will be just fine.

Wonderful. We can have that
out to you this afternoon.

- Good.
- New contractor working out?

Couldn’t be better.
And I got him in the nick of time,

or Lawrence Baker would be
doing it to me again

- from the grave.
- I don’t get you.

The contractor, Mr. Corcoran,

has been hired by
the late Mr. Baker’s attorneys.

They want him to go forward
with the restoration

of the Borbey house immediately.

Meaning tomorrow...
after he’s finished my job.

Makes sense.

It’ll bring more money than a fixer-upper.

I think so.

Who is that?

It’s me, Charles.

Jessica? What are you doing here?

Like you, Charles, unfinished business.

Oh, this?

I just stopped by to pick up some tools

and I thought I’d satisfy my curiosity.

About when that wall was put in?

Yeah, yeah. How did you know?

Mr. Jatich told me he overheard you

telling Mr. Baker
that it was a bearing wall,

that it couldn’t be removed

without dangerously
weakening the structure.

That’s, uh, yeah, that’s true.

Well, I was right.

This lumber dates clear back to when

this house was first built.

I don’t believe it does, Charles.

I believe that that wall
was built 18 months ago

when you were remodeling the place

for the previous owners,

when Laurel Perrin vanished.

Jessica, you...

that’s crazy.

What are you talking about?
What remodeling?

I never worked on this place until
Mr. Baker hired me.

You can check the files.

There’d be permits on file.

Well, there would be,
if you hadn’t stolen them.

Now wait a minute. That is just not true.

Charles, the real reason that you’re here

is to hide the fact that, 18 months ago,

you killed Laurel.

I loved Laurel.

I could never have killed her.

It’s also the reason you made sure

you submitted the winning bid

when you heard that Lawrence Baker
wanted to restore this old place.

Jessica, no.

You had to make certain that this wall

would remain in place,

so that no one would ever discover
that you’d sealed Laurel’s body inside it.

And that’s why you killed Lawrence Baker,

because he insisted
that you remove the wall.

You can’t prove any of this.

The bids that Mr. Baker solicited.

Your price was so low

that you’d have lost money on the job

and that’s how desperate you were.

And the rest of these
are copies of your invoices

for building supplies dated 18 months ago.

I’m sure the previous owners
of Borbey House

will confirm that you were
their contractor.

That’s assuming you live to ask them.

Put it down, Charlie! Nice and easy.

So you returned to Borbey House that night

to wait for Mr. Baker to kill him,

and discovered that
Dr. Sorenson was there.

You watched him and when Baker returned,

you kept on watching.

That’s where I decided to
try to make it look like...

like I was killing a vampire.

What are you doing in my house?

I know who you are.

What?

When Sorenson ran out of there,

I figured he was
such a nut on the subject,

that it might look like he did it.

And 18 months ago, when Laurel Perrin

supposedly disappeared
while out on her boat?

She, uh...

she never left Cabot Cove.

I didn’t mean to hurt her, but I...

There’s nothing left to say, it's over...

She came over to Borbey House

while I was in the middle
of building that wall

and she told me that
she wanted to break off our engagement

and that she wasn’t
in love with me anymore.

And I...

I just lost it.

And when I realized that she...

when I realized she was dead,

the only thing I could think about

was how I could hide her.

I figured I could find a way
to bury her later.

When the house was put up for sale,

I tried to buy it,

but Baker bought it
right out from under me.

- He paid lots more than I offered.
- Cash.

So that’s why you
had to get that contracting job.

Laurel’s boat.

It didn’t beach itself
on Saco Island, did it?

No.

No, I put my bicycle on board

and took it up the coast that night.

That’s how I got home after ditching it.

The wall.

How? How did you...

Laurel’s boat told me.

I noticed the halyard cleated to the mast.

An experienced sailor like Laurel

would never have curled it
counter-clockwise as you did.

And then, the name of the boat,

the word "Hollow,"

just seemed to spark my memory.

The wall in the library,

I recalled that it was unusually thick

and I followed a hunch.

Andy.

Mrs. F.

Remind me never to play poker with you.

Hey, Mrs. F.

Thought you already left for New York.

I wouldn’t miss this for anything.

You might like to know that Peter Jatich

turned out to be okay.

Apparently, he was one of the good guys
back in East Germany,

so Washington has granted him
political asylum in the US.

- I’m glad to hear that.
- And that Sorenson fellow?

Uh, well, he was eccentric, but harmless.
On his way back to Europe.

To continue peddling,
thank you, that nonsense, I expect.

- Yeah.
- Jessica.

Jessica, we wanted you
to be the first to know.

We set a date.

Oh, that’s wonderful.

But only if you can be there.

Oh, just tell me when.

Come on, hon, I’ll fix you a plate.

Oh, and Jessica, thanks.

Congratulations.

Excuse me, Sheriff.
I found the book you wanted.

I don’t believe it.

Doc, that happens to be
a very important work.

Oh, right. Very important
for Dr. Sorenson’s pocketbook.

Okay, well, then, answer me this.

How do you explain that Lawrence Baker

didn’t have any mirrors in his home

and never went out into the daylight.

That’s easy.
The coroner’s report indicates

that he was
a perfectly normal man for his age,

except he had photophobia.

Now that is a genetic condition

that means the eyes
are extremely sensitive to light.

Sufferers tend to like the evening

and avoid the glare from mirrors.

Now you said
"normal for his age." Doc,

those people don’t get old.

And what about the Borbey grave
and the missing body?

Granted, pranksters might have stolen it,
but, uh...

Sheriff, I found this book
in the basement of the library.

I don’t know if it
means anything to you, but...

Doc, that’s...

Don’t say it, Sheriff.

Don’t even think it.