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Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

It's gonna be a disaster!

What are we talking about?

You told him if the petition didn't work,

you'd consider financing

a naval bombardment of the project?

Tell the city council they've got 48 hours

to make it go away, or we'll yank the project.

Security's 100%. 1500 hours.

See? It's just what I said before

he's working for the secret service

or the C.I.A. or some such.

It's about a lot of people being cheated out of money.

I can think of about a half a million reasons why.

I'm not gonna lose you, not to that tramp!

I'm not going anywhere till I've nailed

whoever's responsible for my mother's death.

I'm worried for Grady and for everyone else.

There's something about it that isn't quite right.

Oh, come on, Travis!

It sounds fabulous. It's just what the area needs.

Your nephew is to be commended, Jessica.

For what? Are you kidding?

It's gonna be a disaster.

Wait, wait, wait! Just a minute!

What are we talking about here?

You know, Jessica. This new monster automobile plant

they're gonna build.

Wait! Wait! Wait! What plant?

It's a cultural center.

I heard it's a gambling casino.

You're both crazy. It's a car factory.

Can you guys imagine the pollution?

And the traffic?

Where did you hear all this?

From Seth Hazlitt. Seth Hazlitt.

It's all over town.

It's awful, is what it is.

Which, Jessica? What did Grady tell you?

I'm gonna get up a petition.

Travis, stop. Now, Grady hasn't told me anything.

I mean, he has been sworn to secrecy.

Right. So until these Columbus Ventures people

make their official announcement tonight,

everybody should just cool it, okay?

Go on about your business. Let's go.

Go to the town meeting hall. Go on.

Get going. Let's go.

Thank you, Mort. No problem, Mrs. F.

So, uh, just between us,

it is a big league hockey franchise, isn't it?

Mort! I just want a shot at some good seats.

I just took this photo of little Frankie, aunt Jess.

Grady, do you remember

what young Frank's first sentence was?

"Where did my nickel go?" "Where did my nickel go?"

Yes.

Before that, he couldn't put two words together.

Oh, boy! It's hard to believe he's five years old.

What's harder to believe

is why you're being so all-fired secretive

about this new job of yours

this Columbus Adventures outfit.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello?

Yes, Mr. Carmody, he's right here.

Grady Fletcher speaking, Mr. Carmody.

Welcome to cabot cove.

Yes. Is everything in place?

The works. No, no. Distribution's all arranged.

Good job, Grady.

Is there any sense that there've been any leaks?

Nope. So far, not a cloud in the sky.

Yeah. I'd say it looks promising.

Great.

There you are, miss shaw. 105.

Mr. Carmody, 107. And Mr. Buffum, 109.

And the best of luck with your project.

It sure sounds exciting.

And believe me, as much as I pleaded,

Grady wouldn't divulge any of the details.

But there's sure a lot of rumors flying around.

And you'll hear all about it at the reception, Mr. Farmer.

Well, you've got yourself one hard charger there

in Grady Fletcher, Mr. Carmody.

Hill house.

Everett! I'm terribly hurt.

The least you could do is return my calls.

Oh, terrific.

Lorna. Lorna, it's over.

No! You can't do this to me!

Look, darling, nothing has changed with me.

I mean, I'll still take you back on whatever terms,

no questions asked. We've done this.

Go back to bar harbor,

and I suggest you speak to an attorney.

Everett, I'm not going to lose you! Not to that tramp.

Well, Grady, whatever it is you're working on,

it can't be more important than our beacon.

Your what?

It's the old cabot cove lighthouse.

It hasn't been used for years, it's falling apart.

Tragic. A landmark, part of our history.

The county's calling it an attractive nuisance.

They're going to tear it down the first of the month.

Listen, seth, what I'm working on could possibly

after a lot of soul-searching,

I've decided it really isn't them.

I was probably using the wrong approach.

That may be a first.

And so, I have come up

with what I think is an irresistible appeal,

one that will result

in an outpouring of money and volunteers.

Money to buy the rocks

and volunteers to throw them at you.

Honest to god, Pete, I haven't said a word to anyone.

Not the manager, not even to my aunt Jess.

The manager really didn't know anything, Pete.

Okay. Get down to the banquet room and check the arrangements.

Yes, Sir. Thank you, toni.

Hey, you're part of the team.

- Oh, hi, Everett. - Grady.

Hey. Hey.

Ooh, do you know how to pick 'em, Pete.

Between all that straight-arrowness

and his connection to the area's most famous citizen,

he is pure gold.

We'll see how big of a turnout it gets us.

Everett, have you gotten rid of Lorna yet?

Look, Peter, I--

Do it, before she makes real trouble.

I never said anything about a car factory

or a casino.

My guess is, they just lost control

of their imaginations.

Oh, yeah. There seems to be a lot of that going around.

Jess, did you get some material for me about the lighthouse?

Oh, yes, I certainly did.

I came across these at the library.

They've got a lot about the early history of the lighthouse,

including some good illustrations.

Thank you.

Oh, my, we'd better get over to hill house

or we're gonna miss the big moment.

If I've forgotten anything, it may not be all that big.

I've tagged several pages that might give you a good hook.

The hook I showed you last night

will do just fine, thank you.

Ah, Doc, except, uh, maybe for the worm hanging from it.

Our plan for this magnificent coastal area

between the towns of cabot cove and craggy neck--

With its boat basin, condos,

golf courses, hotels, theaters, and convention center--

Has been scrupulously designed

to protect its natural beauty and ecology.

And now I'd like to introduce a gentleman known to many of you.

Our financial muscle,

and the man who's paying for all this,

Mr. Everett Buffum.

Again, please,

let's hear it for Everett Buffum.

Housekeeper.

If I wasn't totally convinced

that this is going to be a marvelous plus for our community,

bringing a dramatic increase in tax revenues,

jobs, property values and prosperity,

well, there's just no way

I would have become even a minor investor.

I hope that answers your question, miss Higgins.

Now, please help yourselves to our bar and buffet,

while my associates and I try to address any other concerns

you might have on a one-to-one basis. Thank you.

Doesn't sound very good to me.

I'm telling you, this is really gonna work well with...

this is it? Yeah.

So what? We're talking 800 condos here?

And then there's these hotels and theaters?

You know, we've only got two-Lane roads here.

We plan to widen them, and build our own off-ramp

from the interstate at no expense to taxpayers.

Well, most people seem to like it.

What do you think, aunt Jess?

Pretty impressive, huh?

I think overwhelming is more accurate, Grady.

Uh, pardon me, Mrs. Fletcher, doctor.

Grady, darling, I need to speak to you immediately.

Sure thing, Mrs. Buffum.

God, whose bathtub did this come from? Grady, please.

So what I was wondering is,

what's your projected start date for construction?

Well, that's a good question, Noah.

All I can say, Jessica, is either you're awfully forgiving,

or your memory's starting to go.

Are you talking about the time I came home from college,

borrowed your husband's car and wrecked it?

Everett.

It still bugs me that you and Frank

never believed I only hit that tree

because another car forced me off the road.

Everett, it's old news.

Mrs. Fletcher, I trust that doesn't include Columbus Ventures,

and I do hope you enjoyed our presentation.

I thought it was very professional, Mr. Carmody.

Please, it's Pete.

And your nephew really outdid himself.

Dr. Hazlitt, you look like a man

with a few questions.

As a matter of fact,

I do have a question or two.

I don't think that's too much to ask.

Look, Mrs. Buffum, I can't tell you

how badly I don't want to get in the middle of what's going on

between you and your husband and toni shaw.

I've got news for you, Grady.

You're in there whether you like it or not.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sorry you feel that way about the project, doctor.

And it looks like I'm needed across the room.

Excuse me.

So is everything okay?

Did Pete tell you how he plans to help you out

in your lighthouse restoration?

He what?

Actually, Grady,

Mr. Carmody never quite got a chance to mention it.

Yeah. I think he was rendered speechless

by the Doc's party trick.

Putting both feet in his mouth at the same time.

I don't doubt that you'd like to see your husband dead, ma'am,

but I'm not so sure you'd be real fond of the consequences.

Plus, I've got my own reasons for wanting him alive.

Heard you were looking for me, sheriff?

And for this.

Mrs. Buffum complained?

Several witnesses saw you take it away from her.

People toting guns around town make me nervous.

I went looking for you last night,

but you disappeared.

Nobody knew who I was

till the day clerk came back on duty at the motel.

He told me.

Well, thanks for the weapon.

I guess Everett Buffum owes you his life.

Ah, maybe. The lady seemed too drunk to shoot straight.

How's she doing? Ma'am, I told you...

sheriff will explain everything.

Morning, Mrs. Buffum. I'm listening.

Mr. Martin, your motel registration said you're from tucson.

What brings you to cabot cove?

Just business.

- Thanks again. - Sure.

Am I being charged with some sort of crime here?

Is that what this is?

As a matter of fact, no,

because your husband pleaded with us not to.

But I am confiscating your weapon.

And I gotta tell you, ma'am,

one more stunt like you pulled last night,

and I am booking you, no matter what he says.

My husband.

In spite of the fact that you allegedly pointed

a loaded gun at him.

I'd say the guy really cares for you.

The only thing Everett Buffum cares about besides himself

is to make sure that I fully experience

every bit of the humiliation he's exposing me to!

Ma'am, I was only gonna advise you to leave town.

But that just became an order. And fast.

Jess, where's the apple pie?

I think you finished it off last night.

Oh.

I think you're making them smaller than you used to.

Now, I have looked at all sides of this matter.

I have weighed the good against the bad,

the pluses against the minuses,

the pros against the cons--

Seth, what are you trying to say?

Now that you're living in new York,

you're becoming as impatient

as the rest of those people down there.

Fact is, the way I see it,

this project is going to be a wonderful boon

for all the communities around.

A petition against the Marina project

by the C.C.A.M.A.

I believe that stands for "cabot covers against the Marina americana."

Travis dropped it by a little while ago.

You appear to be a co-sponsor.

Good grief!

Travis has one hell of a nerve.

Where does he come off thinking I'd support

a hare-brained scheme like this?

I don't suppose it could've been last night

when you told him that if the petition didn't work,

you'd consider financing,

I believe you said "a naval bombardment" of the project?

Hello? Donna, how are you?

No, Grady's not here right now.

A message? Oh, certainly.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Really?

Well, of course I'll tell him.

Right. Good-bye for now.

Grady's wife? Jess, what is it?

She and Grady were turned down for a home improvement loan

because their bank can't find any evidence

that the company he's working for-- Columbus Ventures--

Even exists.

Everett.

I want to explain.

Lorna, I have to go to a meeting.

Wait. I know I don't deserve it, but please,

just give me a minute, all right?

I am so very sorry about last night--

The business with the gun and

yeah. Well, that's lovely.

I guess I had just a little too much to--

I haven't been thinking awfully straight lately.

Lately? Lorna, be real, for god's sake.

How many years have I been pleading with you to get help?

I know. And I've decided to put myself back in the program

the minute that I get home.

Wonderful. I hope it works. Now, if you'll excuse me...

Everett! You still care about me.

Can't you admit that even to yourself?

Lorna!

Why else would you stop the sheriff from pressing charges?

I didn't do it for you, god help me if I made a mistake.

I did it for the sake of my partners and for Columbus Ventures.

And you're talking to me about reality?

Shut up why should I?

I can think of about a half a million reasons why.

Not a penny of which you're gonna see

if you don't let the divorce go through and get out of here now.

Everett.

Good-bye, Lorna.

You know, I must've looked at 20 places,

and this comes closest to fulfilling our needs

in terms of size and location.

Ev, what do you think?

It's good for me. Nice work, Grady. Let's go for it.

Hi, miss Higgins. Well, it looks like

we're ready to sign a lease.

I don't think so, Grady. I'm not interested.

There are just too many questions that didn't get answered

at your dog-and-pony show last night.

Uh, if there's anything specific we can clarify for you.

Okay, for starters,

what about all those shops and stores you're going to buy?

How exactly is that going to help business

in cabot cove and craggy neck?

We probably didn't make that as clear as we might have.

The fact is, we plan to offer merchants from both towns

first crack at leasing that space

for branch stores or new Ventures.

And further, we're willing to consider

appointing you our exclusive agent.

Well... now we're talking.

Excuse me one moment, won't you, gentlemen?

Uh, Pete, I thought you said those stores

were gonna be chains and name brands?

Yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that to you, Grady.

We've had a little change in game plan,

and we'll discuss it later.

Everett, if I could talk to you for a second.

Pauline, that's the best I can do.

It's not good enough.

Look, Noah, I'm sorry,

but I don't want to bargain.

I'm beginning to get some nibbles on this place, so...

please, don't even call me

until you can meet my price. Okay?

Okay.

All right, gentlemen, I guess, um,

we'll be doing business after all.

When would you folks like to move in?

Ha ha! The sooner, the better. Sure thing.

Grady, let's see how fast you get us some furniture, huh?

Grady?

Hmm? Furniture.

Yes, Sir. I'll get on it right away, Sir.

Yes, ma'am. 5:00.

I'll send the bellboy right up.

Hello, Mrs. Buffum. My key, please.

Oh, and would you prepare my bill?

I'll be checking out later.

This evening? Sure thing.

I, uh, hope you've enjoyed your stay.

Martini. Yes, ma'am.

Oh, don't worry, toni, I don't bite.

I discovered I'm allergic to my husband's women.

But I might suggest--

Lorna, do yourself a favor, cut the cord.

Everett hasn't belonged to you for years.

I was about to say, I suggest you grab a lifeboat

because I'm gonna do what I should have done months ago.

Blast you, Everett, J. Peter Carmody,

and Columbus Ventures out of the water

and into prison where you belong.

Look at this, Jess. Just as they say in their brochure,

Columbus Ventures has projects going

in Darwin Key, Florida, and Cambria, Oregon.

The police chiefs in both towns give Carmody

and Everett Buffum sparkling recommendations.

And, look, aunt Jess, they have offices in both places,

with a staff and bank accounts totaling $100,000.

Yes. But does that explain why your bank manager

was unable to run a credit check on Columbus Ventures?

Well, no. Jessica...

you heard Phil Jordan over at the bank.

He said that this operation is probably so new,

it's not on anyone else's computer.

According to this, the permits are in place,

and the building contracts signed.

Does that mean the construction isn't finished?

Uh, I guess not. Let's see.

Uh, it says here that they're ready to go in darwin key

the minute the hurricane season ends, and it--

Here in Cambria, Oregon, they're being held up

by some kind of an environmental group.

Let's see. Police chief says the local Judge

is gonna throw the case out.

Meanwhile, real estate is booming all over the area.

Never mind how I got 'em, Mr. Carmody.

I want to hear you explain how this $75,000 deposit

ended up in your offshore account

exactly two days after my mother withdrew the same amount

from her bank in darwin key

and one day after she died from a heart attack,

which the doctor said was brought on by emotional trauma.

Mr. Martin, I did have the pleasure of meeting your mother,

and yes, I'm terribly sorry to hear that she passed away,

but this is a total, total coincidence. Now, if you'll excuse me--

Hold on. What did you meet with her about?

Ask her to go to the movies?

The lady was 80 years old.

Like most of the people on darwin key,

your mother came into our presentation,

just like the one you attended last night.

Okay, pal, that's your story?

Why don't we just run it by the sheriff?

I'm sure you'd be wasting your time, Mr. Martin.

First, you have no receipt,

nothing but this brochure with my business card attached to it,

which you claim was in your mother's belongings.

And second, I think the law's liable to take a dim view

of how you got your hands on those bank statements.

You're right. They're not in your room.

Okay. I haven't exactly figured out

how the game works,

but I know and you know that when my mother realized

what a bunch of crooks you people are,

the shock killed her.

I realize that's not much of a case

that somebody could go to court with... yet.

Ah, Mr. Martin! The man who saved my...

life.

Trouble?

Just another obstacle.

Tell me how you dealt with Lorna?

Well, I, uh--

I don't think she'll be a problem.

You don't think?

She threatens to expose us and you don't think?

Don't you ever talk to me-- Guys, come on.

Please, not here.

Grady?

You all right? Look, aunt Jess...

it's just work, that's all.

I've got a zillion things I gotta deal with

in the next few days.

And yet I have the feeling

that you still have some sort of doubts?

Me?

If you want to talk about it, there might be a chance--

Come on, aunt Jess, you heard the sheriff.

He said everything checked out perfectly.

Now, don't worry.

Don't stay up too late.

I won't, Grady.

Here's your martini, ma'am.

Hold it!

Looks to me like death by drowning, Mort.

I'd guess sometime between 9 p.m. and midnight.

Do you figure she was conscious, trapped inside?

Maybe not. Pretty good size bump on her head.

She may have been under the influence,

but she didn't drink a whole lot of this stuff.

They found it in her handbag.

Didn't she phone your office at 7:15 last night?

Yeah. She called. Said she wanted to come over to the office and talk to me.

Said she'd be there in about 20 minutes.

I waited around till 10:15. She never showed up.

And the bruise on her forehead?

Doesn't look like it could've been fatal.

Probably caused by bumping her head on the steering wheel.

Well, wasn't she strapped in?

Yeah, she was.

The mechanical device that keeps you from flying forward,

I guess it wasn't working. So far, no witnesses.

Except for her handbag and luggage,

there's not much in the car.

Just the usual junk in the glove box and on the floor.

A few coins, a few sticks of chewing gum,

paper clips and this.

Sal's roadhouse. Route 17.

Maybe she stopped in there and then forgot why she called you.

But if she was on her way to your office, Mort,

why would she detour clear over to the highway?

Andy, bag this stuff, and just in case,

let's dust the car for fingerprints

and get it over to stuckey's garage so he can check it out.

Mr. Buffum, when was the last time you saw your wife?

Uh, yesterday afternoon,

around 2:00 or so, in the hill house lobby.

You weren't with her last night?

No, sheriff.

Well, you ask me, the town council ought to take a look

at the lighting down there by the waterfront.

Here you go, sheriff.

Mrs. Buffum checked out at 7:22 p.m.

who was on duty?

Wayne hatton was working the desk at that time.

And I show a call to your number from her room.

7:15, like you said.

And she was alone?

According to Wayne hatton. He was working the desk.

You can reach him at home. Um, the bartender said

that she had several martinis and left about 8:30.

Well, that explains the .23 blood-alcohol level.

Thanks, Noah. What have you got, Andy?

That was Jim stuckey over at the garage.

He said there's nothing wrong with the car,

that nobody tampered with it.

There you go. An accident, just like we said.

Maybe not. Mrs. Fletcher asked the right question.

About the seatbelt.

Stuckey claims that the mechanism works fine.

You yank on it and it locks, just like it's supposed to.

That means Mrs. Buffum couldn't have bumped her head

on the steering wheel when she crashed the car.

So maybe somebody knocked her unconscious.

Then strapped her in and sent her and the car into the drink.

Metzger. Oh, hi, honey.

You're kidding. When?

Thanks, sweetheart. Later on.

That was adele. She just heard on the radio

that Marina americana is kaput.

Columbus Ventures is Pulling out.

Oh, man. Did they say why?

The only thing she caught was that their money man,

Everett Buffum, lost his stomach for it.

Look, Andy, I want you to check with the coroner

about this bruise on Lorna Buffum's forehead,

and just in case, let's make sure

that none of the players leave town, huh?

Where's the report on the crash? That's it.

Everett. Everett, for god's sake,

I know I said get rid of her, but not that way.

You're really psychotic, you know?

I'll be in touch.

Everett, wait--

Yes, miss McCoy, I'm afraid it's true.

Right, yeah. Well, believe me,

I feel the same way as you. Yeah.

Okay. Thank you.

That's about the 20th call we've had today.

Well, anyway, according to Pete,

it was a combination of things that discouraged Mr. Buffum.

The costly delays in the Florida

and Oregon project and--

Yeah, those petitions of seth's were partly to blame.

Interesting. Because I really didn't get the sense

that there was that much opposition.

Yeah. Well, without Everett's backing,

Pete had no choice.

So I'm back on the job market.

God, it's so damn frustrating,

I really believed in this project and...

well, obviously so did a lot of other people.

Hey, I guess between the weather

and the visibility and the cheap booze,

Mrs. Buffum didn't stand much of a chance.

Anyway, Pauline, can't we at least discuss this?

Noah! A deal's a deal.

I am not returning your deposit, and that's that.

Pardon us. Sorry.

Be reasonable. This is an attractive property.

You'll find another buyer.

Oh, yeah. Right.

I'm really sorry, Grady.

I mean, it's a shame there isn't some alternative,

something that, uh wait, wait, wait.

You know, maybe there is.

An alternative, I mean.

Excuse me, aunt Jess. I'll see you later!

No, no, sheriff, I understand.

You're just doing your job.

- Don't leave town. - Yes.

- Thank you, Mr. Carmody. - Thanks.

Well, it appears we're here for the duration,

and they've just put out an A.P.B. on Everett.

I'd like to get my hands on him myself.

Look, both of you, I've been in this game a while,

and one of the tricks is to recognize

when it's time to cut your losses and get out.

But what I'm trying to say is,

there has to be other ways to raise money

than from fat cats like Mr. Buffum.

I don't know, Pete. Maybe Grady's got a point.

So, what are we talking about?

All right. Didn't you tell me

that Martin fellow's mother badgered you

into letting her put money into that project

in darwin keys, and you refused?

Yes, but I small investors, Pete.

One of my first jobs was working for a broadway producer,

and that's how he did it.

Selling shares. It's a natural.

With the interest we've already generated,

people are gonna jump at this!

Well, that might be worth a try.

Okay. I'll tell you what, Grady--

Why don't you go back to the office,

begin to put together an ad for the local newspapers,

an announcement, and then we'll see if anybody bites.

That's terrific. And how about some radio spots?

And there's a couple of brokerage houses and realtors.

I'm sure they can drum up some business for us.

Great idea. Toni and I will get on that.

I think we just may have a shot at this after all.

Thanks, Grady. You're welcome.

Toni, I think we're on our way.

You gotta give him credit for imagination.

If we'd have had him in Oregon, we could've retired by now.

Maybe swindling and murder

isn't the same in the eyes of the law, sheriff,

but as far as I'm concerned, that's what killed her,

just as sure as if they'd shot her with a gun.

Mrs. F, Doc, like I told you on the phone,

Mr. Martin here has zero proof

that his mother even met any of the people

connected with Columbus Ventures.

And yet her $75,000 vanished.

And I know where it went.

Excuse me, sheriff. That was the coroner.

He said, yes, the blow that caused the bruise

could have been sufficient to knock Lorna Buffum unconscious.

So we're looking at murder.

Mr. Martin, you may have to come up with a better alibi

than being alone in your room at the light house motel.

Why would I kill Mrs. Buffum?

Good question.

And while we're looking for an answer

don't worry, sheriff, I'm not going anywhere

till I've nailed whoever killed

all right, all right.

Whoever's responsible for my mother's death.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Mrs. F, it looks like you had it figured right.

The perpetrator reaches in the window, knocks the victim out,

starts the engine, and

the killer may have been sitting beside her, Mort,

in the car.

Oh, that's good.

The bad is, we don't have a whole lot to go on.

Everett Buffum has disappeared,

but miss shaw insists that he was with her at the time of death.

They both had possible motives to kill her.

And wait. Uh, the matchbook.

The one from Sal's roadhouse.

Matchbooks are always clues.

I had Andy check with Sal. Apparently, Mrs. Buffum

stopped there a couple of days ago for a sandwich... by herself.

Well, at least there's some good news.

I guess Grady's pretty revved up about that, huh?

Oh, yes, he is. Our phone hasn't stopped ringing

since this appeared.

Yes, ma'am, that's right. Your investment automatically

makes you a member of our health club--

Just as soon as it's built, of course.

Matter of fact, we're accepting units as small as $1,000.

Yeah. Just one minute, please.

- Hi, Pauline. - Hi.

Written to Columbus Ventures, right?

Wow.

Gordon, you're the legal expert.

What about getting us an injunction

against the damn environmental group?

- $5,000? That's great. - Absolutely.

Can I just put you on hold for one second?

Columbus Ventures. How can I help you?

$15,000. That's perfect.

And here's your receipt.

Thank you. Oh, excuse me.

Hi! Columbus Ventures.

Yes, we can fax out our literature.

All right. I'll have it to you right away, Mr. Vogel. Okay.

Well, you can tell the city council from me,

they've got 48 hours to make it go away,

or we're gonna yank the project. Right.

Oregon?

Yeah. Those damn tree-worshippers.

Telephone. Yes, Sir.

Good afternoon, Columbus Ventures.

$5,000? That'd be terrific.

I tell you, aunt Jess, it's fantastic.

In five days, we have sold

we have sold over $4 million worth of shares,

and the phone is still ringing off the hook.

Listen, I gotta go.

Don't wait up dinner for me, okay?

Well, I really hadn't planned on it.

Have a good day, Grady.

Thanks.

What's eating you, Jess?

Story problems? No, nothing really.

Lorna Buffum's murder.

And?

And this this whole Marina project.

I'm worried for Grady and for everyone else.

There's something about it that isn't quite right.

And yet, for every one of my doubts,

there seems to be an explanation.

Maybe that ought to tell you something.

What with the investigating that Mort has done,

and now Grady's banker satisfied to give him a loan.

Well, I do have patients

scheduled in about ten minutes.

What is it, Jess?

Young Frank's first sentence.

Uh, let me see.

"Where did my nickel go?"

Exactly. Denver Martin said he knew

where his mother's money went, but he never told us.

Can you give me a lift to the motel?

Well, sure.

I think you do know

what I'm talking about, Mr. Martin,

and I think the reason that you didn't tell the sheriff

how you knew where your mother's $75,000 went

is because you came by the information illegally.

Okay. I suppose you're right.

Well, then I may be able to help you.

These are statements from Carmody's offshore bank.

I took 'em from his room. That's all you took?

Yeah. I was lucky to get those.

I know they don't prove anything,

except that he moved a lot of money out of the country

where the authorities couldn't touch it.

And in my book, that makes him guilty as hell.

Was there anything else in that room?

Anything that stuck in your mind?

Like ledgers? Papers?

Not really. There was some credit card receipts,

a bank book, some business station head,

was that Columbus Ventures stationery?

Yeah. No, there was more than that.

It was from an environmental outfit

called, uh...

save the Oregon forests, I think.

Denver, you may have found a way

to send Mr. Carmody and his friends to jail

and also get your mother's money back.

Yeah, uh, I guess Mr. Carmody's gone, too.

Mort, uh, can you tell me what this is about?

I'm afraid it's about a lot of people

being cheated out of a lot of money.

Carmody, miss shaw and Everett Buffum

are all con artists. Oh, my god, then

they never intended to build anything. Thanks.

Andy, get out A.P.B.'s on 'em, and quick.

Hopefully they haven't gotten too far.

Mr. Jordan at the bank said about 1.2 million

had already cleared into an offshore account.

He was able to stop payment on the rest.

You sure had it nailed, Mrs. F.

I've been on the horn with Oregon, Florida, the N.C.I.C.

Carmody turns out to have a major record as a bunco artist,

along with a string of aliases,

one of which he used to start that environmental group.

So he was actually preventing his own company

from going forward out there in Oregon?

And in Florida, the inclement weather

did the job for them. It was all choreographed.

Everett Buffum claimed to be discouraged

and withdrew his nonexistent funding. Like he did here.

But the locals were so fired up with the project,

they became easy game

when Pete and toni started selling the shares.

God, it was right there in front of me.

I sensed it. I just...

chose not to ask the questions.

If it's any consolation, you were not the only one.

So which one of them did kill Lorna Buffum?

Her husband, Carmody or miss shaw?

Take your pick. Hopefully, if we can catch these beauties

before they get out of the country,

we'll catch ourselves a killer

and nobody'll be out any serious cash.

Andy, I've told you close the stamp pad.

Oh, sorry, sheriff.

Well, Jessica I think I'd better

Jessica?

Mort, I think I know

who killed Lorna Buffum

and why she drank so little of that gin.

And I think a quick call to the county clerk's office

will tell us why she was killed.

No, no news about toni, Pete or Everett.

But there is a development.

Yeah. Well, the sheriff has learned

that the state police lab has a way of getting D.N.A.

and hair and fabric samples

from the car Mrs. Buffum was driving.

Yeah, so he's shipping it down there in the morning,

and he figures in a few days

he'll have this denver Martin dead-bang.

Yeah. Right. Okay. Good night.

Done and done.

Hold it right there, Noah!

I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder of Lorna Buffum.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up the right

thank you, Mort, but I know my rights.

I guess there's not much point

in trying to deny it, is there?

Not a whole lot, Noah.

You had Grady call me.

I guess I must be the original Patsy for setups.

How did you know?

There were several things.

Actually, the smudge on your blazer

that you got when you lost the cap

to one of those inexpensive felt-tip pens

that you carry.

Andy found it where it fell in Lorna's car,

probably as you were trying to make her death

appear to be an accident.

I'd been looking at it every time I'd seen you in that blazer,

but I didn't connect it till earlier this evening,

when Mort got an ink smudge on his hand.

You wanna tell him about the gin, Mrs. F?

Gin? The cheap generic brand

you bought to help you try and talk her

out of spilling the goods to me.

That was right there in front of us, too,

the other night at the presentation.

Lorna made it pretty clear that clothes and jewelry

weren't the only things for which she had expensive tastes.

God, whose bathtub did this come from? Grady, please.

Then, a few days ago, in Pauline's storefront...

hey, I guess between the weather and the visibility

and the cheap booze, Mrs. Buffum didn't stand much of a chance.

It went right past me at the time,

but only the killer would have known

about the cheap generic brand of gin.

It also explains why she'd drunk so little of it.

On top of that, we checked with the county clerk,

and he tells us you're in the process of buying

12 pieces of real estate in and around cabot cove--

Way more than you can afford.

Including Pauline Higgins' storefront

the one leased by Columbus Ventures--

Property that you were counting on

to quickly triple or quadruple in value in a big hurry,

which would've gotten you off the hook,

unless Lorna Buffum blew the whistle.

I suggest you grab a lifeboat,

because I'm gonna do what I should've done months ago--

Blast you, Everett, J. Peter Carmody,

and Columbus Ventures out of the water

and into prison, where you belong.

And you couldn't allow her to do that.

I don't know.

It seemed like such a sure-fire way to get rich.

But then, when I heard Mrs. Buffum say that she was gonna...

report the whole thing to the law, I panicked.

Hell, I had dug a hole for myself so deep

there was no way I was ever gonna see daylight again.

I had to talk to her,

to find out how much she knew,

if she was serious.

I knew she'd already checked out of the hotel.

When she left hill house,

I waited for her in the back seat.

And when she got to a street

that was near the waterfront,

I got her to pull over

and we talked a long time.

She showed me proof.

All I could see was that I'd be ruined.

I was desperate. I pleaded with her, but it--

It was no use.

She wouldn't touch any of that cheap gin.

But I'd had too much of it.

The more we argued, the angrier I became.

I guess I lost all control.

She was unconscious, so I propped her up.

I took the incriminating documents she'd brought with her.

I guess that's when the pen top fell off.

I tried to wipe everything clean

the door handles, the gin bottle.

And then I put the car into drive.

All I asked her for

was a couple of more days.

Well, that's terrific, sweetheart.

Yeah. Me, too. Okay, I'll see you tonight.

Yeah. And kiss Frankie for me. Okay. Bye-bye.

The job in new York came through.

Wonderful. Now could we please

get going to the railroad station?

Seth, will you just relax? We've got plenty of time.

- Mrs. F? - Oh, Mort!

Grady, am I glad I caught you.

Remember that business card you saw

in Pete Carmody's briefcase?

For the air charter company?

Yeah. The state police have just apprehended Carmody,

miss shaw, Everett Buffum, boarding a seaplane

in bar harbor headed for Canada.

God, that's great!

Does that make Grady eligible

for the reward that was posted by that man in Oregon?

Absolutely.

Wow!

Wow. Um, listen,

I'd like to contribute it to the lighthouse restoration.

That's very gracious of you, Grady.

And the best news is that everybody who invested in their scams

will get their money back.

Yeah, Doc, you're gonna get yours back,

and, uh...

I'm gonna get mine.

That makes me feel a whole lot better.