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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Book me right now,
otherwise get the hell out of here.

I won’t be scared off.

If Jessica Fletcher is not back in the
dining room in exactly one minute...

a man with Keramides’ connections
would’ve used a hired killer.

Who would’ve been professional
enough to kill the right man.

I think my luck’s
about ready to change.

Can you give me
a little more credit?

I ran into Candace Bennett.

She misses you.

We swore we’d always
be together.

Don’t, okay? Stop it.

I will not allow my daughter

to marry filth like you.

- And who’s your murderer?
- A possibility would be the casino owner.

If this new computer
is so advanced,

why can’t I find
the Fairborn case in here?

Look under "theft, auto."

- Did you program this?
- Yeah.

I used to be able to find it
under "Fairborn, Julius,"

when I had a real
file cabinet with real files

on real paper that I could read.

I think your old file cabinet
is still out back in the storeroom.

Well, thanks, Andy.
I’ll just check it out.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Thought sure you were dead.

I’m okay.
Somebody’s a lousy shot.

Did you get
a look at the shooter?

No, but I got a pretty
good idea who it was.

- Sam.
- Hi.

Sam Bennett’s office.

- Oh, hello, Jessica.
- No.

No. No, I’m afraid he...

hasn’t come in yet.

Yes, I certainly will.

Good-bye.

Sam, that’s the second time
she’s called today.

She said it was important.

It’s all right, honey.
I’ll handle it.

I’ll put dinner on the table.

No, no. Um...

I got another appointment.

Thanks.

I usually get very little mail
from Cabot Cove

at my New York apartment.

Oh, now, Jess.

I know, you hate to write letters.

Worse than sitting
through the ballet.

The point is,
I suddenly received

an absolute avalanche of mail

that I wasn’t expecting.

Overdue notices
from storekeepers,

utility companies,
a bank statement

that bore no resemblance
to my own records,

and a lien from a carpenter
who worked on my house.

I thought the big reason
for coming home

was that you would chair
the annual rummage sale.

It was, until I consulted
with my New York accountant.

He said that my Cabot Cove
financial situation

was a shambles,
and I should have an audit.

I thought I owed it to
Sam Bennett

to hear his side of it first,

and now, I’m afraid,
he seems to be avoiding me.

Well, Jess, you’ve known
Sam as long as I have.

Near 25 years.

You know, Frank was one
of his first accounting clients.

He always swore by him.

That’s what makes it
so darn difficult.

With all your woes,

I’m surprised you have
the wherewithal to buy my dinner.

This is the first time
I’ve been back in the old inn

since the management changed.

The food has definitely improved.

But somehow, I get the feeling

you didn’t offer this treat

just to hear
my gourmet critique.

Well, the truth is, I feel
like I’m walking on eggs.

Look, I know you’re also
a client of Sam’s.

I was wondering if possibly,

- you might’ve--
- Good evening, Mrs. Fletcher.

Dr. Hazlitt.

Lou Keramides.
We met last month.

I believe it was
a charity fundraiser.

I don’t recall
which one that was.

Probably the animal lovers

raising money to buy
fur hats for bald squirrels.

As a matter of fact,

I’m in charge of the next event,

a rummage sale
that begins in a few days.

Well, I guess I walked
right into that one, didn’t I?

Allow me to donate
a pair of gold cufflinks

that I never wear.

Well, thank you.
That’s very generous.

Always glad to help
a worthy cause.

Would you please excuse me?

Business always seems to intrude

just when I’m enjoying myself.

Would you get these nice people

a bottle of champagne from
my private collection? On the house.

That isn’t necessary.

No, I insist.

Thank you.

Smooth. Too smooth.

Little love. Ow!

Oh, pair of deuces.

Seven.

Evening, Mr. Bennett.
How are things going?

I think my luck’s
about ready to change.

Can you give me
a little more credit?

Jim, okay Mr. Bennett for 1,000.

Is that enough, Mr. Bennett?

More than enough. Thanks.

Judge Holme,
this is Sheriff Metzger.

I hope I’m not
disturbing you, Sir.

Well, look, your Honor,
this is rather urgent.

I need another search warrant
for the Timberlane Inn.

What are you doin’? Yeah.

I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t hear that.

Ethan, do you mind
holding it down? I can’t hear.

Oh, yes, Sir, I have
a ton of probable causes,

the most important of which

is somebody took
a shot at me tonight.

And besides getting
another tip...

look, it’s kinda hard
to talk here.

I’ll cruise on over
a little later, okay?

I’m not sure coming over
to my house is such a good idea.

Well, because my father’s
usually in a foul mood

when he has to work late
with a client at the office.

He’ll blow smoke out of his ears

if he finds you here.

So, Ethan, you have any idea
why my father doesn’t like you?

Honest, honey, I haven’t
got a clue.

That’s great.
Thanks, your honor.

I’ll pick it up
on the way. Bye now.

Ethan, get me a couple of
riot guns from the rack.

That’s okay. I’ll get ’em.

Let’s move it. Ethan,
get off the phone, please.

Look, honey, I gotta go.
I’ll see you later, okay?

Guess who’s comin’ to dinner.

Candace.

She loves to cook dinner for me.

I just wish she’d learn how.

Hurry, please.

Free drinks at the bar.

That’s good, that’s good.

This way out.

That’s good. Move on.

The rotten luck.
I was just gettin’ hot.

Well, you’ll have
another chance, Mr. Bennett.

This way, please, and remember,

we rely on your discretion.

Jessica, Seth, what a surprise.

Evening, Sam.

Sam, I’ve been
trying to reach you.

I know, I’m sorry.

I’ve been out on an audit
all day. I just finished.

You must be hungry.
Why don’t you just join us?

No, I stopped by on the way home.
I already had a bite.

I gotta get going.

Laura doesn’t like to be
in that house alone.

Oh, I thought Candace had returned
from Boston and was living at home.

Well, you know, she’s
got her "own life."

When can you and I talk?

Have you got any
free time tomorrow?

- I’ll make it.
- I’ll tell you what.

I’ll look at my calendar
in the morning,

and I’ll give you a call.

If you can work me in,
Sam, I’d like to talk, too.

Sure, Seth.

Where do you think you’re going?
Just one moment, please.

Get outta my way, pal,
or you’ll wind up

with footprints all over
your shiny brass buttons.

It’s all right. Another
anonymous phone call, Sheriff?

Oh, yeah, Mr. Keramides,

and even more reason to believe

there’s illegal gambling
on the premises,

like your connection with
two casino owners in Atlantic City.

Here’s a search warrant.

I wanna see your
upstairs banquet room now.

Very well. This way.

They seem awfully
intent on going up there.

Yeah. I doubt they’re
here for the lobster ravioli.

We use it for
engagement parties,

banquets, bar mitzvahs.

An occasional
canasta parties, right?

Occasionally, yes.

Sheriff, why do you insist
on wasting everybody’s time?

If it’s such a waste of time,

why did you have someone take
a shot at me earlier tonight?

Sheriff, if you are officially
accusing me of attempted murder,

I suggest you book me right now.

Otherwise, get the hell
outta here.

Just keep this in mind, pal.

I won’t be scared off.

Not only am I gonna close
your gambling casino,

but I’m gonna put you away.

Honest to god, I don’t know
how you can listen to that music.

It’s good for the soul, Chad.

It’s coming all the way
from Berlin, Germany.

Oh, no kidding. And I thought
it was coming from Motown.

You been drinking?

No. You ready to knock off?

Not yet. I’ve still
got a lot to do.

Guess what.

I ran into Candace Bennett
today at the post office.

- She said to say hello.
- No.

She misses you.

Mother, she doesn’t care
whether I’m alive or dead.

Well, I think that’s
a terrible thing to say.

It’s called the truth.
I’m trying to live with it.

I’ll see you when you get home.

I heard something.

Who’s there?

What the hell you doin’ here?

Daddy, it’s all right.

It’s me, Mr. Bennett.
It’s Ethan Loomis.

I was just checkin’
the neighborhood.

Get in the house.

Dad, I’m not a teenager.

As long as you live
under my roof,

you do as you’re told.

Now get in the house.

In the house,
out of the car now!

Ethan, I’m sorry.

It’s all right.
Talk to you tomorrow.

You know, I wish we could
be friends, Mr. Bennett.

I am gonna marry your daughter.

I will not allow my daughter
to marry filth like you!

- That’s really very unkind, Mr. Bennett.
- Is it?

I saw you the other night,

going into
Lou Keramides’ office.

The two of you are
thick as thieves.

Don’t forget, I saw you, too,

and I had to wonder where
you were getting all that money

you were losing at craps.

- Get outta here.
- I will marry Candace.

I said get the hell out of here.

Evening, Mr. Bennett.

I’m sorry to call you
over here this early,

but I find myself
in a predicament

involving my accountant.

Okay, Mrs. F.,
but if you don’t mind,

there’s something I’d like
to talk about with you first.

My fan mail.

Just pick any one of those
at random and read out loud.

"Sheriff, you are not wanted here.
Go back to New York

before we are forced to send
you back in a pine box."

Good heavens, are they
all like that?

That’s one of the milder ones.

Last night, to top it off,
someone fired a shotgun at me.

Mort, that’s terrible.

Do you have any idea who it was?

Oh, sure. Lou Keramides,

the owner of the Timberlane Inn.

You believe Mr. Keramides
tried to kill you?

If he didn’t actually
pull the trigger himself,

he paid the one who did.

- But why?
- To keep me from nailing him

and that illegal gambling casino
he’s running in his back room.

You’re sure that’s
what he’s doing?

Are Maine winters cold?

That was my third unsuccessful
attempt and it busted.

I keep the timing
of those raids to myself,

but he’s always
two jumps ahead of me.

These letters are all apparently
from the same person.

A right-hander
who disguised his handwriting

by writing left-handed.

Have you checked them
for fingerprints?

The envelopes had dozens
of smeared prints on them,

but the letters are clean.

They were all mailed
from the Cabot Cove post office.

So they could’ve been dropped
in the box in front of the post office

any hour of the day or night.

I thought I left all the cop haters
back in New York.

Used to twist my insides
to see little kids

showing police officers the disrespect
they learned in the streets.

I’m rattling on like
an empty freight train here.

I didn’t give you a chance
to tell me about your predicament.

Well, I...

oh, dear,
I’ve lost track of time.

I’m going to be late
for my appointment.

No problem,
I’ll give you a lift.

That would be
very nice of you. Thanks.

I’ll have you there in no time.

I don’t know what to do
about Sam Bennett.

I certainly don’t want
to have him arrested,

but he never
called me back this morning

- when he said he would.
- Oh, boy.

When I tried to reach him,

I got the same runaround he’s been
giving me for the past ten days.

Last night, when I saw him
at the Inn,

he practically ran away from me.

Just as I thought.
We got trouble, Mrs. F.

Mort, are we talking about
the same thing?

Yeah. I got a busted fan belt.

Gotta call over to the garage.

Hello, Hogan, this is
Sheriff Metzger.

I got a little problem.
I need a tow.

I’m at mill road near Hockhauser.

Mort, there’s Seth.

Thanks, Hogan.

Oh, thank goodness.

There a problem?

Yeah, my fan belt’s busted.

Neglected to get a check-up,
I expect. Like yourself.

You know, it’s been six months
since you were supposed to come in

and see me.

If you really wanna know,
I think it was sabotage.

Things haven’t been
going right for me lately.

You’re not the only one.

What do you mean?

When I didn’t hear
word one from Sam Bennett,

I checked my
mutual fund statements,

and I found out that
he had not made

the last of my
quarterly purchases,

even though my check
had cleared with his endorsement.

It wasn’t a great deal of money,

but just the same,
I’d rather have it end up

in my estate than in his.
Pretty much like your story, Jess.

That sounds serious. Why didn’t
you tell me about that, Mrs. F.?

Seth, I must get to
the Gazette Office right away,

or else our ad for the rummage sale
won’t appear in the paper.

Don’t just stand there.
My meter’s running.

I’ll have you there in a jiffy.

Mom, before you say
anything, just listen, okay?

I hear the circulation
department needs some help,

and I was wondering if maybe
you could use your influence

Chad, that is strictly
manual labor for high schoolers.

You are so far
above that, really.

- Nobody else seems to think so.
- You’re wrong.

Everyone knows what a success
you were in Philadelphia.

I am so proud of you.

Mother, I was fired
in Philadelphia!

Why do you insist
on putting yourself down?

Chad darling, I’m worried
about your health.

Physical illness can
cause you to be edgy like this.

I’m okay.

What you need is a wife
to take care of you.

What I need is something
useful to do.

Are you going to help me
get the job or not?

All right. If it’ll make you
a little less grouchy.

You can probably start tomorrow.

Meanwhile, do you
need some money?

Now there was a case in point.

The Sheriff’s been too
all-fired bothered

by the humdrum of daily life

to attend to the essentials.

Except that Mort’s daily life
hasn’t been that humdrum lately.

I suppose not.

Well, suppose I meet you
here in half an hour?

- Fine.
- Good.

- Chad?
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

- How’s New York?
- Wonderful, thanks.

Are you back in
Cabot Cove to stay?

For now anyway.

Gives me plenty of time
to read your books.

It’s good stuff. Real good.

Well, thanks.

I wish I'd listened to you
when you tried to drum

the rules of English
grammar into my thick head.

Well, it’s never too late to go
back to school.

Yeah.

- Well, I’ll see you later.
- Yes.

Morning, Irene.

Mozart Serenade.

I haven’t heard
that one for ages.

Oh, chamber music
is a passion of mine.

- I find it irresistible.
- Do you still play the violin?

Oh, not for years.

Don’t have the time.

I just listen.

So you have brought me
the copy for your rummage sale ad.

Mm-hmm. I apologize
for being late.

Very nice.

You have a good eye
for composition.

You wouldn’t mind if I made
just a couple of minor changes?

Oh, I’m sure you know
your job far better than I do.

Just don’t change the date.

Oh, I’m very careful about that.

I passed Chad on the way in.

He’s doing so well these days.

He has a very important job

with an Office Supply
Company back in Philadelphia.

Lucky for me that
Cabot Cove is in his territory,

or I’d never get to see him.

I was trying to remember
the last time I saw him.

I believe it was around the time
he won that football scholarship

to the university.

He gave that up.
No future in it.

Chad’s trouble was
he preferred guzzling beer

instead of showing up
for football practice.

The coach threw him
off the team,

and his scholarship was revoked.

It’s too bad.

Trouble with Chad,
he’s just not a team player.

You cannot have a wide receiver

who does anything
he wants whenever he wants.

But I wonder what he wanted
instead of college.

Seems to me he wanted
to come back here to Cabot Cove

to be near
his high school sweetheart.

- Candace Bennett.
- Yeah.

Hi, honey.

- Sam, what is going on?
- What? Kiss.

- Gotcha.
- Sam.

Will you please sit down
and listen to this message?

It was on the machine
when I came back from shopping.

Jessica: Sam, you promised
to get back to me

this morning to arrange
a meeting.

It’s now 4:00 p.m. and I still
haven’t heard from you,

so I have to conclude
that you’re avoiding me.

My Cabot Cover
financial affairs are a mess.

People you were supposed
to pay on my behalf

haven’t received their money.

Sam, we have got to talk.

Please call me at once.

Time doesn’t mean anything
to you, does it, Mr. Keramides?

Especially my time.

So I’m a little late.

Who the hell do you
think you are, anyway?

Maybe I’ll just raid you myself
tonight without any warning.

Oh, so that was a threat.

You got a lot to learn, cowboy.

It might be useful to find out

who’s after Metzger.

Yeah, then what?

Well, you’re a cop.

You arrest him,
get the heat off of me.

Yeah, well, I’m already
doing one job for you.

You telling me
who to arrest now.

That’s gonna cost you more.

Don’t go too far.

I don’t like ambitious
people around me.

Chad. What are you doing here?

I just wanna talk.

Well, I’m right in
the middle of working.

I wouldn’t worry about
that, Candace.

It’s only gonna take a minute.

No.

Come on, Candace.
I wanna talk to you

about a certain deputy.

Chad, I don’t want you here.

Get out.

You think I don’t know about
all those weekends you spent

with Ethan in Boston? I know,
so don’t even try and lie about it.

I never lied to you.
I told you I was seeing Ethan

when you went away
to school in Philadelphia.

And then I come back and
you don’t even wanna talk to me?

Look, it’s only because...

you wanted me so much
that it scared me.

Okay? I didn’t know
how to handle it.

I don’t know how
to handle it now.

Candace, all I ever
wanted was to see you.

To be near you.

Chad, don’t. Don’t.

Listen, if you don’t
leave right now,

I’m gonna call Ethan.

Go ahead, call Ethan.

Go ahead. Call him.

All right, I’ll call him.

Chad, don’t. You’re drunk.

Yeah, hello, is Ethan there?
Oh, he’s not.

Would you tell him that there’s
an intruder at the Bennett house,

and he’s scaring Candace.
Thank you.

Chad, please get out.

Listen, I’ll tell Ethan it’s a joke,
I promise. Just please go.

Candace, you remember
how it was in high school.

We swore we’d
always be together.

You remember.

Chad, stop.

Don’t, okay?

Stop it. Stop it!

- Stop it!
- Candace.

Come on, get out.

Stop it! Stop it!

- Let her go!
- No, Sam!

You stay away from her, or I will
shoot you where you sit, boy.

Dad, you’ve got it all wrong.

Chad’s just a little drunk.

I was trying
to get him to leave.

I’ll go round the back.

What is goin’ on here?

Look, I don’t need you
comin’ around here playin’ hero.

Okay? I can protect my family.

Hand over the gun, Mr. Bennett.

- You want the gun?
- Easy, easy.

You want the gun? Take it.

I’m gonna ask it again.
What is goin’ on?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?!

I come home,

and this psychopath here
is struggling with my daughter.

I want you to lock him up,
and now.

Listen, Chad just had
too much beer,

and he got a little out of line.
I was handling it.

All right, get your hands
on your head.

Get up. Do it now!

You see how he likes to push me
around in front of you, right?

Let’s go.

- Mr. Bennett.
- Thank you.

He released him?

He terrorized
my daughter last night.

Candace never came in
to make a formal complaint,

so I followed
standard procedure.

I let him sleep
it off in the drunk tank,

and the first thing
this morning, I released him.

Sheriff, you listen to me.

You’ve got only
yourself to blame

if this kid turns into some kind
of horror story. You understand?

Sam, if I were you,
I’d quit worrying about

putting other people
behind bars.

Remember that bit in the bible
about casting the first stone.

Really? What’s that
supposed to mean, Mort?

You know damn well what it means.

No, I don’t.

Sheriff’s office, Metzger.

Oh, hi, Hogan.

Thanks. I’ll get it
out of your way.

Mort.

Sheriff’s office
calling Cabot Cove cruiser one.

Do you read?

Sheriff, this is Ethan.

Listen, Andy and I were
just talking about

when we picked up
Chad McInoy last night.

I think I may have
a line on something.

We’ll talk about it
when you get in.

Listen, Ethan, Hogan’s garage just called,
and my car is ready.

I’ve got a meeting with the D.A.
to discuss a case.

Can you pick it up
and drive it back here?

- Can do.
- Thanks, Ethan.

Okay, now, Sam,
what’s your beef?

Give us Grace,
so to follow the example

of their steadfastness
in thy faith,

and obedience to
thy holy commandments.

But at the day of
the general resurrection,

we with all those
who are of the mystical body

of thy joyful voice.

Come ye, blessed of my father.

Inherit the kingdom
prepared for you

from the foundation
of the world.

Grant this, o father,
for the sake of the sane,

thy son jesus christ,
our only mediator

and advocate.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Not now.

Somebody was out to get me.

Why did I make Ethan
drive my car?

Mort, you can’t blame yourself.

Who can I blame?

Whoever fired the shotgun.

Mort, it’s time to go now.

You go ahead. I’ll be okay.

Well, the killer must’ve
looked for concealment

behind a tree with
a clear view of the road.

You don’t suppose
we’re messing up his footprints

like this, do you?

Oh, there’s no way
to sort them from the others.

This is a very popular
place for young couples after dark.

They call it getting
in touch with their environment.

I guess the killer
could’ve waited here,

and then, when he saw
Mort’s car coming down the road,

step forward for a clear shot

when the car slowed
for the curve.

It wouldn’t have taken
a sharpshooter to do that.

All he had to do
was raise the barrel of his gun

and hit the trigger.

Howdy, Wilbur.

Hello, Seth!

You recognized the driver.

Well, of course I did.

Who wouldn’t recognize
Wilbur Dobbs?

Am I... am I missing the point?

But he was coming from the east,

and the morning sun
was behind him.

If you could see him,
there was no glare on his windshield.

Ethan was also coming from the east
at about the same time of day.

There would’ve been no glare
on Ethan’s windshield either.

The killer knew that
it was Ethan driving the car

even before
he pulled the trigger.

He meant to kill Ethan.

What about those letters I got?

This time you’re wrong, Mrs. F.

Keramides was after me,
and he got the kid instead.

- I suppose he has an alibi?
- Sure.

Three of his employees
at the Inn.

But even if they are telling the truth,
which I seriously doubt,

like I said before,
a man with Keramides’ connections

would’ve used a hire killer.

Who would’ve been professional
enough to kill the right man.

Come on, Mrs. F.

Even the best of us
make mistakes.

That’s right, Sheriff.

You don’t even know for sure
there’s a gambling casino.

That’s two more.

That makes 14,

and we haven’t even dipped
our spoons into the chowder yet.

Either the restrooms
are extremely commodious,

or else there’s
a major attraction en route.

I’ve got an idea.

Finish your chowder.

Now, Jessica...

Jason David. My friends,
Mr. And Mrs. Larson.

Yes, step right in.

You shut the door
right in my face.

I’m with Mr. David’s party.

Sorry, ma’am. Come right in.

Good evening, Mrs. Fletcher.

Welcome to my game room.

All you had to do was ask.

I would’ve been
happy to escort you.

Well, judging from
Sheriff Metzger’s experience,

I wasn’t too sure about that.

I assure you,

I evaluate my guests
on an individual basis.

You wish to play?

Or would you prefer a glass
of champagne in my private office?

I think I’d prefer champagne.

This way.

So how do you like
my little nest?

It’s, uh, nicely feathered.

Yes. I like to live well.

What should we drink to?

To my new novel.

To yet another best-seller.

Now, you must tell me
what your new book is about.

And so, the honest,
hard-working accountant

yields to the temptation
of the private casino,

and loses not only
his own money,

but that of his client, as well.

Surely that poor fool
isn’t the hero of the story.

Of course, it’s
the Sheriff, isn’t it?

I’m afraid, up till now,
he hasn’t been able to catch

the casino owner red-handed.

Well, I’m not a writer,

but I wouldn’t let
your heroine walk into

the lion’s den
and try to save him.

That’d be very unwise.

She might find herself
in serious trouble.

But that’s unlikely,

in the setting
I’ve given the story.

It’s a small town,
very much like Cabot Cove.

Uh-huh.

And then, the plot
takes a rather dark turn.

A young deputy is shot to death.

Interesting twist.

And who’s your murderer?

I haven’t quite decided.

One possibility
would be the casino owner,

which would certainly
lead to his downfall.

On the other hand,

I think the character,
as you described him,

would be far more pragmatic.

If the Sheriff continued
to harass him,

he would simply fold up
his tables and move elsewhere.

After all, he’s in the business

of playing the odds,
not beating them.

Wouldn’t that be
dreadfully expensive?

It’s all part of the cost
of doing business.

He’d be used to that.

Along with concealing
his winnings,

and, uh, paying for
protection from the police.

Mrs. Fletcher...

with all due respect,

you should’ve given
your story more thought

before running it by me.

Put him on.

Mr. Keramides,

this is Dr. Seth Hazlitt.

I have the Sheriff
on the other line.

If Jessica Fletcher
is not back in the dining room

in exactly one minute...

Uh, thank you.

Dr. Hazlitt’s waiting
for you downstairs.

Mrs. Fletcher,
it has been a pleasure.

And may I say,
I think you were very prudent

to keep an open mind as to
which one of your characters

killed the deputy.

Why is that?

Because even in
a tiny community,

such as you posited
for your story,

the heroine could be
making a dangerous mistake

if she made things too difficult
for the casino owner.

I’ve heard that, in real life,

people like that
have far-reaching,

well-concealed connections.

Good night, Mrs. Fletcher.

Good evening.

Wait’ll the Sheriff
hears about this.

Now, look, I also had a long talk
with Mr. Keramides,

in which I seemed
to have struck a nerve

when I mentioned that
he might have been paying

a police informant.

Which could explain
why Keramides always seems to be

one step ahead of Mort.

Look, Andy, I’m not
suggesting it was you,

but you probably knew
Ethan better than anyone in town.

You certainly spent
more time with him.

Oh, for...

down-easter or not,
this is no time to be taciturn.

Andy, you wanna get
Ethan’s killer, don’t you?

Of course I do.

I know what you want.

It’s just that...

well, I’m not sure about it.

But I did have suspicions.

When we were getting ready
to raid the Inn,

I surprised Ethan on the phone,

telling somebody,
"guess who’s coming to dinner."

Ethan tried to let on

that Candace was cookin’
a meal for him,

but I could tell
by the way he said it

that he wasn’t
talkin’ to Candace.

And... he didn’t say good-bye.

Thank you, Andy.

Let’s go, Sam.

Mort, I didn’t ask you
to arrest Mr. Bennett.

This has nothing to do
with you, Mrs. F.

I’m booking him for the murder
of deputy Sheriff Ethan Loomis.

Then I remembered Ethan
telling me on the police radio

that he though he had
a line on something,

so I asked Andy about it.

He said when they
picked up Chad McInoy

over at the Bennett house,

Bennett was holding
a shotgun on him

like the one that was
fired at me.

So I went over to
Bennett’s house to check,

and I found this in his closet.

Can you say for sure

that this is the same
gun that shot at you?

Not really, but it’s
the same configuration.

We know for sure that Ethan
was killed with a shotgun,

and this one’s been
fired recently.

I went hunting on Tuesday.

I haven’t had a chance
to clean it.

Well, whoever you went hunting
with can corroborate that.

- I went alone, Mort.
- How many birds did you bag?

None. It wasn’t my day.

Everyone knew there was bad blood
between Sam and Ethan.

He said you told him that he didn’t have
enough money to marry Candace.

Well, then, he lied,

because it had nothing
to do with money.

Jessica...

I should’ve told you
about this a long time ago.

I have a problem.

It’s gambling.

And I’ve lost
some of your money.

But I swear,
I will get it back to you,

if I can get outta this.

First things first, Sam,
then we’ll talk about it.

What’s your gambling
got to do with Ethan?

I saw him at the casino
with Keramides,

out of uniform,
free drink in his hand,

and a big smile on his face.

Keramides had him
in his back pocket,

and I wasn’t about to let
my daughter marry a crooked cop.

Nobody’s gonna call
one of my deputies,

especially a man who can’t
defend himself, a bad cop.

Mort, let him go.

- Sheriff, what he said about Ethan's true.
- What are you talking about?

Keramides was paying
Ethan off to tip him about your raids.

You knew that?

He wasn’t sure until now, Mort.

Look, I’m so sorry about Ethan.

Yeah, well, it doesn’t
change anything.

There’s the motive. You heard it
right out of his own mouth.

The only way he could keep
his daughter from marrying a bad cop

- was to kill him.
- I never said that, Mort.

Forget it. I can nail it down.

You were right here in my office

when I told Ethan
on the radio to pick up my car.

Nobody else knew about that
except for me and Andy,

who is Ethan’s best friend.

Anyone with a police scanner
could’ve picked up that call,

including Mr. Keramides.

I saw a scanner
in his private office.

I suppose he’s got
an over and under shotgun.

Over and under? Oh, how could
I have missed that?

You say something, Jess?

I was talking to myself,
a writer’s habit.

But I think I know
who murdered Ethan.

Andy, have you any idea where
Chad McInoy might be right now?

I saw him this morning.

He said he was gonna start
working for the Gazette.

He’d likely be there now,
helping to get tomorrow’s edition ready.

- Right.
- Andy.

All right, all right.

I know why you’re here.

I’ll bet you wanna see
your rummage sale ad

in tomorrow’s paper.

Well, here it is, on page three.

Nobody could possibly miss it.

It’s lovely. I’m sure it will
bring in a good crowd.

You’re not listening to
your chamber music tonight.

Chad says it makes him crazy.

I turn it on,
and then he turns it off again.

Is Chad here?
I need to talk to him.

Oh, he was.

He had to deliver some
newspapers over at Northport.

In that case,
we can have some music.

Mom, that music.

It’s too loud.

Hello, Chad.

Mrs. Fletcher, Sheriff Metzger.

Something wrong?

Wrong doesn’t begin to cover it.

Have a seat.

Chad, right now,
one of my deputies

is over at your house
with a search warrant,

looking for the murder weapon
that killed Ethan Loomis.

Don’t be ridiculous.
There’s no weapons at the house.

Is that true, Chad?

Well, there’s an old gun
that belonged to my dad,

but I haven’t seen it
since he died.

You recall anything special
about the way it looked?

No, I didn’t pay attention.
I never liked guns.

Then tell me about
Candace Bennett.

Were you jealous when
she started going with Ethan?

Chad, you don’t have to answer
any more of these questions.

Mother, will you stop
trying to control me?

Sure, I was jealous as hell,

so I drank too much.

But I didn’t kill anybody.

If that gun turns up, they’ll have
a case against you, Chad.

It would be better
for you to confess now.

Now stop this nonsense.

How could Chad kill Ethan?

He couldn’t possibly
have known that Ethan

was driving the Sheriff’s car

on that road at that time.

Because he could’ve
heard it on this radio.

A shotgun wasn’t the only over and under
configuration in this case.

Irene, you were listening
to Berlin on the radio.

I remembered its position
on the dial.

And I realized
it was directly over this,

the police band.

I know it doesn’t
sound like much right now,

but this is the frequency used
by the Sheriffs’ department.

Andy, this is the Sheriff.

Give me a full report,
but do it on

the usual radio frequency.

Sheriff, this is Andy.

I’m out in front of
the McInoy house.

I found the shotgun
and some shells

in the attic, stuck
behind an old trunk.

The shotgun’s an over and under,

and it has been fired recently.

I’m bringin’ it in.
Over and out.

Maybe you knew exactly where to
find your dad’s old gun,

and the shells to go with it.

And maybe your mother
was away from her desk,

and you were listening
to the police band on the radio.

You heard the Sheriff
talking to Ethan,

and you were hiding in
the trees with a gun

when the Sheriff’s car
slowed for the curve in the road.

Gives you means,
motive and opportunity.

That oughta be enough
for a jury.

Chad, I’m placing you
under arrest for the murder--

No, no, it wasn’t like that.

Candace Bennett
was the only girl

that Chad ever made friends
with in high school.

They were so close;
it was so wonderful.

Then he got the damn
football scholarship

and went away to some college
where he didn’t belong.

Mom!

It was such a waste of time.

While he was gone,
Ethan seduced Candace.

She always was so stupid
and silly about boys.

Well, Chad came back too late.

He screwed up again.

I tried to save it.

I did.

So you decided
to eliminate Chad’s rival

for her affections.

But to divert suspicion, you concocted
the Sheriff’s imaginary enemy

who wrote threatening letters,

and finally took a shot at him

in the Sheriff’s office,

so that we would believe
the killer’s victim

was to be the Sheriff.

And I could give
Candace back to Chad.

And they could
get married in a Church.

And everybody could
be there to see it.

They would give me the most
precious little grandchildren

in the whole world.

Sorry we had
to put you through that, Chad,

but we felt we had no choice.

Chad, don’t look at me
like that.

All I ever wanted
was for your happiness.

Well, thank you, Sam,

but believe me, I only made
the suggestion.

If gamblers’ anonymous
works for you,

it’ll be because you do it.

- Thank you.
- Is this a private powwow?

No, I was just thankin’ Jessica

for being tolerant
and forgiving.

Making it possible
to hold our heads up.

Sam, you know,
you should be thanking Laura.

I think it was
her cries for help

that put the Sheriff
on to Keramides.

Those anonymous phone calls
all came from that pay phone

over in Four Corners.

Two hundred yards
from your house.

You made those calls
to Mort, didn’t you?

I was hoping he’d catch you,

maybe throw enough
of a scare into you

that you’d quit,
or get some help.

I’m happy to say,
it’s gonna be a long time

before Keramides
gets another chance.

District attorney figures
maybe seven years.

Daddy, I bought you a present.

- You’re gonna love it.
- Uh-huh.

It’s beautiful.
Thank you, sweetheart.

Laura, weren’t you the one
who donated that tie?

I donate it every year,

but somehow, we always
wind up with it again.