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♪ Who can it be knocking at my door? ♪

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

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

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

♪ All I wish is to be alone, ♪

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

♪ Best off if you hang outside, ♪

♪ Don't come in,

♪ I'll only run and hide ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh ♪

♪ Who can it? Who can it? ♪

♪ Ahhhh, ahhhh. ♪

♪ Who can it be now? ♪

Hey, I need to report a crime.

Alright Amy.

Your computer's still here.

Was there anything else of value?

Ideas on paper, maybe.

That's it.

Yeah?

What about uh, test answers?

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

Did you see any part of the intruder?

A pant leg or a shoe?

No, I didn't.

What about security cameras?

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

Alright, I'm calling campus security tomorrow.

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

definitely one in your office.

Claire, will you call forensics?

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

Got it.

Thank you.

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

Get some sleep?

Uh, actually I was thinking maybe I'd stay

if you don't mind?

No, I don't mind.

It's gonna be a long night.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

No.

In fact, I appreciate you calling me.

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

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

I have not called you.

Yeah.

Come on.

I still can't figure it out.

What would they want in my office?

Yeah, I don't know.

Question for you.

Do you usually come this late on Sundays?

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

that my department is co-sponsoring

so I've just been a little behind.

So maybe you surprised them before they found

what they were looking for.

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

You know?

Yeah.

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

Absolutely.

Mystery 101?

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

You look-

Exhausted?

Yeah.

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

Of course.

I was up all night with Travis.

Oh!

Oh, no, no, no.

To clarify, my office got broken into

and he actually came to help me.

What happened?

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

Amy!

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

Does your dad know?

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

I am fine, ok?

He needs to focus on the festival.

Ok.

Amy.

Betsy.

Look at you.

You look so grown up.

Well, that's 'cause I am.

Uh, Holly, this is-

Betsy Crane.

The original publisher of the Atticus Keller books.

Holly Chen.

The original owner of Holly's Cafe.

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

What would you like?

Oh, half calf oat milk latte

with a splash of vanilla would be lovely.

Coming up.

Come, come. Sit.

You can give me a preview of the festival.

Oh.

The festival, huh?

Mmmhmm.

Well, um, oh, look.

I'm just going to be honest with you.

If you want to talk to my dad

you should just probably do it directly.

What makes you think-

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

are from Avex Rental,

and this morning when I walked out of my house

there was an Avex Rental car parked across the street

which followed me here.

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

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

I...

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

You're very clever.

-Ok.-This is my treat.

Uh, thank you.

Thanks.

Please, forgive my silly little subterfuge.

Oh, nothing to forgive.

Have a nice day.

You too.

Can I help you?

Ah, Phil Jenk, Reno Police.

You're a long way from your jurisdiction.

I'm looking for Graham Winslow.

This is his office, yeah?

Not for about 10 years.

I'm his daughter.

Ah, Annie?

Amy.

Amy. Right.

About 16 years ago your dad interviewed me

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

Ok, Reno PD, I get it now.

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

I got a new book idea l'm shopping

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

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

There you go.

Jenk Security.

Yeah.

Side business.

College tuition ain't cheap.

Oh, don't I know it?

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

Enjoy the festival.

So you're saying I'm wrong?

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

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

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

The other way is saying that I'm right.

Alright, well the point of inviting Detective Burke here today

was to better understand the point of view in fiction.

More importantly in crime fiction where the perspective

of the detective is everything.

And what drives every whodunit is the question of

whois solving the mystery.

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

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

that could be based in prejudice.

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

Maybe the opposite's true.

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

I gotta follow the hard evidence,

so the first question that we ask...

is what.

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

I mean, I think that's the main difference

between how I'm thinking as a detective

and how you guys might be thinking

as crime fiction readers.

Detective Burke underscores a key point

that we've discussed before.

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

not just of the killer but also of the investigator.

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

as how we find the evidence.

Are you sure about that?

I'm pretty sure.

Alright.

Ok, we're gonna leave it there.

But I do wanna thank Detective Burke for coming in today

and sharing his point of view.

Ok, guys.

I also want to remind youth at Elmstead is hosting

the "Murder We Wrote" mystery book festival.

It starts on Wednesday and I hope you've got

your tickets to see Professor Emeritus Graham Winslow.

AKA her dad.

Yes, my father.

Ok? Have a great day.

Thank you.

I do ok?

People applauded.

What does that tell ya?

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

I wanted to hear you compliment me.

Ahh...

You did a really good job. You did.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey, you wanna grab some lunch?

Oh, yeah, lunch sounds great, actually.

I'm starving.

I totally missed breakfast.

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

Thanks.

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

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

I'll keep working on it.

Amy.

Hey, Tabby.

Detective.

Hi, Professor Felton, how are you?

Tabitha, please.

Nice to see you, too.

We have a potential crisis with "Murder We Wrote".

Can we talk?

Yeah. Take a rain cheque?

Yeah.

Ok.

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

You should take her there, Bud.

You should take her there.

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

who rented booths at the festival and...

Rick Fitch?

Does my dad know?

Nope.

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

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

is invading the hallowed grounds of Elmstead College?

Ok, literary nemesis is a little over the top,

don't you think?

Rick Fitch hasn't had a bestseller in 10 years

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

They're hardly competitors.

It'll be better if it comes from you.

Talk to your dad?

Ok.

Bye.

Mmmhmm.

Are you serious?

Dad, it's just a booth.

I mean, the guy hasn't published in...

Three years.

Yes, I know.

So why is he doing a book festival?

And not just any festival, this one.

In my hometown.

Well, apparently they're reprinting his first book.

Huh.

The one he stole from me.

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

Yeah, she stopped me this morning.

What is she doing here?

Well, dad, it's a book festival.

She's a publisher.

She's Rick's publisher.

She signed him a couple years ago.

She is the one who is reprinting the book.

Hmm.

Well then, there you go.

Oh, there's this guy looking for you.

His name is um... Phil Jenk?

I don't know.

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

Oh, for Pete's sake!

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

Dale never made me do any of these things.

Well, Dad, unfortunately Dale is retired, ok?

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

Celia Bunton.

Ok, Celia says that she thinks

it'd be good if you expand your market.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah. That's publisher speak for selling out.

She wants to turn the Atticus Keller books into movies.

"Blockbuster potential" is the exact quote.

And how is that a bad thing?

You know what?

I'm-I'm-I'm backingout of this.

No, you are not.

Dad, your sessionis sold out.

You cannot back out.

I'll refund the money.

Dad.

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

Miss Celia Bunton understands that the writer is in charge,

not the editor,

and if she doesn't understand

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

You're gonna tell her all that?

I most certainly am.

And as a matter of fact, she arrived this afternoon

and we're having dinner at Cafe Marion.

Mmmm.

Why don't you join us?

-No.-Come on.

Mmm-mmm.

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

tell the New York editor what's what.

Do you know what she looks like?

Nah, I have no idea.

We've only ever emailed.

What?

You mean you've never actually spoken to her?

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

Oh dear.

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

Hello.

I'm Celia Bunton.

You are?

Shall I show you my passport?

-Hi.-Hi.

Hi.

And you must be Amy.

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

His daughter, right.Yeah.

A pleasure.

I have heard you teach the most extraordinary class

on crime fiction.

Oh, well I don't know about extraordinary-

No, no, no.

Amy is taking it to a whole new level.

Well, of course I know you created it,

I have read your bio several times.

Several. Wow.

I'm-I'm honoured.

I'm honoured.

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

Of course. Of course it is.Yeah.

Developing a film is a lengthy process and at this point

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

into a movie star.

Phew.

Quite challenging to translate a book to the screen.

Especially your books that are an exceptional portrait

of the complexities of human relationships.

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

Well, Raymond Chandler has always been a high bar.

And yet Atticus is nothing like Marlowe.

True.

I dare say he reminds me of his creator.

Oh.

What do you think, Amy?

Oh, uh, well I think for someone

who just met my father you certainly know him.

Oh.

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

so I'm gonna-

Uh-huh.

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

to tell Celia about your participation in the festival?

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

Great.

Yeah.

-Yeah, ok. -Yeah.

So out of the many, many characters in this book

there's one character that touches them all.

It's omnipresent but never seen.

Anybody wanna take a guess at who that is?

Nobody?

It's a bit of a trick question, but the answer is time.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."

Now, when people read that, they always focus on best and worst

and in actuality Dickens wanted us to focus on

the repetition of time in that opening passage.

A Tale of Two Cities at its heart

is really just about the passage and weight of time.

And how the past is never really the past.

Uh, okay, I hope to see you all at the Book Festival.

Thank you, have a good day.

Hey Dad, what's up?

Honey, what do you think of that paisley shirt of mine?

Uh...

Yeah, talk to you later. Okay.

I'm sorry, Dad, what do l think of what?

Too flashy?

What exactly are we talking about?

Well, there's a little gathering of writers

at the Garrison Eatery tonight.

Yeah, I know that, because I invited you

about three weeks ago and you said you weren't interested.

Ah.

Well, Celia thinks it's a good idea for us to go.

Oh. So you're going with Celia?

So paisley?

Or-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, how about that burgundy polo

that you gave me for Christmas?

Dad, I think-

Or that simple blue button down, huh?

I am overthinking it, right?

Dad?

Nah, nah. Just stick with the-

with the classic grey zipper sweater.

That's classic.

Ok, great. Thanks, honey.

Love you. See you there.

Hello-Hello?

Knock, knock.

Mmm.

Sorry, you're eating.

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

What's up?

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

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

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

So you're telling me that a professional thief

broke in here to steal nothing?

Yeah, I know.

But hopefully if they come back

to get what they didn't find...

Boom. We're gonna catch 'em.

Alright, I gotta go back to the station.

Enjoy... what is that, a PB&J?

No, it's a PB&B.

Banana?

Yeah.

It's good.

Yeah, alright.

Oh, oh, oh, Travis.

Could you just not mention this to my dad?

What, that you like eating

peanut butter and banana sandwiches?

No, about the break in.

He's just got a loton his plate.

Is the festival stressinghim out?

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

Alright, this I got time for.

It's this writer, Rick Fitch.

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

and then my dad wrote his first book.

Right. Atticus Keller lnvestigates...

No. That is not his first novel.

His first novel was a thriller called

"The Lady Lost in the Woods".

And then Rick released his book before my dad

and guess what it was called.

What?

"The Woman in the Woods".

I'm assuming that is not a coincidence.

Mmm.

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

My dad wanted to sue him but my mom convinced him

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

and he wrote about a detective who had been wronged,

who became a crusader for justice.

This is the Atticus Keller origin story.

Yes.

Do we know who slipped Rick the manuscript?

His old publisher.

Betsy Crane.

Yeah, but she denies the whole thing.

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

to write five Atticus books with her

so after that was over he left Betsy Crane Publishing

and end of story.

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

Alright, well I understand then uh...

my lips are sealed regarding this break in.

-Thank you.-Yeah.

I know what you're up to.

Guess where I am.

Hey, pretty lady.

Hey.

Woo, you look good!

Thank you.

And thank you for working your magic with your father.

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

Uh-huh.

Yes.

I mean, he seems...

Like he's 16?

I was gonna say happy.

I know I should be happy for him, right?

It's an option to consider.

I know.

Amy. You look ravishing.

Oh, thank you.

Oh.

Graham, don't you agree?

Absolutely.

-Hi. -Hi sweetie.

I like the paisley.

Yeah.

Rick Fitch.

Well, well, well.

Here we are at long last, Graham.

Celia Bunton.

His editor.

Rick Fitch.

And this is Tabitha Felton and Amy Winslow.

My daughter.

The History and English chairs

who's departments are sponsoring this festival.

Pleasure.

So you're Amy.

I'm Amy.

You remind me of your mother.

Um, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to stop by and tell you

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

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

No, no, no.

It's the truth.

It must have been cathartic to write that one

after Julia's passing.

I wanted to offer my condolences to both of you.

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

We appreciate that, Rick.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Julia was an extraordinary woman.

We always agreed on that.

Well, at any rate, nice to meet you,

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

Not that you'll need it.

You too, Rick.

You ok?

Yeah. Yeah.

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

-Yeah.-Yeah.

Well, cheers.

Yeah, cheers.

To a marvellous day.

No. This is crazy.

I just drove here a couple hours ago.

Well, you probably just ran over a nail.

We'll call Triple Ain the morning?

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

Oh, my car's just arrived.

No worries.

Get home safe, you two.

Bye.

-Good night.-You too.

What?

You know what.

She's a charming lady.

Mmmhmm.

Where's your car?

Right here.

Let's go.

Graham Winslow!

Uh, hi, hi.

Do uh, do I know you?

Hannah Steinhousen.

President of the Graham Winslow Society of Frankfurt.

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

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

Oh, of course there is.

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

some problems with your car.

I have mine right here.

I'm happy to drive you.

Oh, well I'm sure that my daughter-

Absolutely. Yes.

Oh, Professor Amy Winslow.

Of course.

A pleasure.

Hannah Steinhousen.

Hello.

If it's trouble for you to drive your father

I am happy to accommodate.

I have my car right here.

That won't be necessary.

I've got him taken care of.

But thank you.

Have a good night.

Nice to meet you, Hannah.

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

Ok.

Gute nacht.

Thank you, honey.

Wow.

Whew.

You don't think that she uh...

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

I'd bet money on it.

Deja vu.

Are you kidding me?

Phil Jenk.

He really must wanna see me.

Graham.

Phil.

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

But it's been a little busy.

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

Ten o'clock at night.

What's going on, Phil?

We have to talk.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, Graham.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah, of course.

Travis, Phil Jenk.

Reno PD.

Reno, Nevada.

Do you happen to know Billy Tremont?

He was on the job with me in Chicago

before he moved to your fair city.

Don't think I do.

Well, he's one of the good guys.

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

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

It's a festival pass and this thing here.

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

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

Yeah, "One Armed Banditos".

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

Did you run forensics on it?

No prints, no DNA.

Postmarked from Los Angeles.

Why didn't you call us at Garrison PD?

You read "One Armed Banditos".

You tell me.

Right.

That's right.

Atticus is in cahoots with a cop,

turns out that he's dirty.

Yeah.

But they said I could trust you.

So someone that sent you this did so

because you had history with my dad.

Is there anyone else that you have history with

at the festival?

Uh, Rick Fitch, yeah.

Amy told me about the two of you.

Yeah, we saw him at the reception tonight.

I'd say we've moved on.

What's your history with Rick?

Same as with Graham.

He used me as a resource on a book.

What book?

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

Definitely hasn't paid me.

Yeah?

How much did he stiff you for?

You questioning me here, now, Detective?

I'm the one that brought you this.

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

Same as yours.

He owes me ten grand, ok?

That's a lot of money.

I will take care of this.

Look after that stuff.

It's in good hands.

Thanks, Phil.

No problem.

And listen...

We should meet up after your festival thing.

I got a book for us to write together.

Yeah, sure. I'd love to.

Great.

Ok. Ok.

So? Thoughts?

Well, my thought is this:

Have you received any threatening correspondence?

No.

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

Either way I'm gonna have an officer

with you at all your festival events.

Great.

You're the best, Travis.

You alright?

Not exactly.

You know that I'm on it, yeah?

Yeah, I know.

I know you are.

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

Amy, you call me whenever you want.

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

or there's a threat to your dad...

Mmmhmm. Yeah.

Something criminal, I mean.

I understand. I got you.

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

-Yeah.-Yeah.

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

You will, absolutely. I'll be there.

Ok. Good.

Alright Amy.

Hey, Travis.

There's a guy sitting in his car over there

just kinda watching us.

Hey!

Sir, can I help you?

He's dead.

Have you ever had any contact with Arnold Van Vleet

from Fresno, California, before?

Nah, I haven't, no.

How did he...?

Oh, gunshot.

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

Dad and I were at Garrison Eatery

but Phil Jenk might have been here.

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

-10:00. -10:00.

Yeah.

I will be talking to Phil.

We better start canvassing the neighbours.

Right.

Thank you.

Ok, sweetheart.

You drive safe, ok?

Alright, Dad.

Love you.

Me too.

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

Hey.

Oh.

What's up? Hey.

Any word on Arnold Van Vleet?

No.

None of your dad's neighbours know who he is

and he doesn't have an arrest record.

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

for next of kin.

Ok, well, I've been doing internet searches

and all I can tell you is that whoever he was

he did not use social media.

Like none.

You're worried about this.

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

And then there's that threatening package.

By the way, have you spoken to Jenk?

No.

You know what?

I left messages on his cell phone,

I called his hotel.

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

The one who Jenk said he didn't know?

Yeah.

Billy knows him.

Get this.

Jenk is on leave while he's being investigated

by internal affairsfor wiretapping his superior's phones

and using that for blackmail.

Are you serious?

Absolutely.

Phil Jenk is an unreliable narrator.

Of what?

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

It just means that whoever's telling the story

isn't being honest.

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

"The Murder of Roger Ackroyd"

in which the narrator is the killer.

Spoiler alert.

Sorry.

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

Phil's entire story.

Exactly.

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

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

Huh.

Maybe we go to the festival,

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

Yeah.

Alright.

I'll just get you one of these lanyards.

Lanyard.

There you go.

Thanks.

Wow, Amy, you did a wonderful job.

Yeah, it's a good turnout.

I don't see Jenk, though.

Amy! Travis!

Hey!

What're you guys doing?

Book signing.

Your dad.

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

You don't have to stand in line.

Sure, but this is so much more thrilling.

Hey, Amy.

Do you see that woman?

She's got your dad on her shirt.

Oh yeah.

She's the one that tried to drive him home

from Garrison Eatery last night.

That's a little scary.

Yeah.

Do you guys want to join us in line?

Uh, no, we're looking for a cop.

Not this one.

Or that cop.

No.

You guys are safe.

Enjoy the line.

Have fun. You're losing your place.

Oh, my gosh.

The line just got longer.

Oh!

What?

That's Rick Fitch.

Right there.

The guy that stole my dad's book?

Yeah, yeah.

"The Woman in the Woods".

Yeah.

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

Amy!

Hello.

Hey, Rick.

Come on closer.

I don't bite.

You don't bite.

Rick Fitch.

Travis Burke.

Excuse me.

I uh, I never sleep well in hotel beds.

I don't either.

I'll give you a little tip.

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

Really? Mmm hmm.

That works?

Every time.

Huh.

Oh, so this is your new book, huh?

Yes, indeed.

You know what?

I would like to buy one.

Amy?

What're you doing?

Uh, just buying a book.

Nonsense. Your money's no good here.

That's on the house.

Here's your iced tea, Rick.

Amy, a word?

Oh, ok.

Nice to meet you.

I tried to speakwith your father

but he was otherwise engaged.

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

Your motorhome?

Oh yes, I drove up.

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

Oh. Mmmhmm.

Ok.

Is Rick gonna be there?

Oh, no.

He despises nature.

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

But please, come for a visit.

And uh, bring your boyfriend.

Oh.

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

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

He's just my colleague.

It's a work thing.

Yeah.

Well, whoever you are, you're welcome.

And please give that to your dad.

Ok.

Ok, don't worry about that.

Come on, Amy. We should keep looking.

There he is.

Mmmhmm.

Our unreliable narrator.

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

No.

Hey.

Detective Jenk.

You having fun?

Sure.

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

Good move.

Thanks, thanks.

Hey, I wanted to ask you, about what time

did you show up at Graham's last night?

Just before 10:00.

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

Why?

Answer the question.

At the hotel.

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

Which I know

because I was not happy it took 45 minutes.

You can call the hotel and confirm that.

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

Arnold Van Vleet.

Is that supposed to mean something to me?

I guess not.

Hey, good luck selling your book.

Thanks.

See ya, Jenk.

You believe him?

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

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

Honestly, no.

Ah, perfect timing.

Hey Dad, Celia.

There you are.

Celia, this is our good friend Detective Travis Burke,

who's responsible for our friend with the badge.

Celia Bunton.

Pleasure, Celia.

So, how'd it go?

He was brilliant.

Per usual.

Hey Dad, you get that tire fixed?

Turned out it was slashed.

Hold on a second.

Slashed with a knife?

I knew it.

It was your German stalker.

Ok, Graham, listen.

If anything like this happens in the future

you have to let me know about it.

Of course.

But she was fine today.

Yeah, because Officer Hightower was standing right behind you.

Oh, Dad.

Betsy Crane wanted me to give you this.

"My motorhome, end of 301.

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

A conversation with this woman is gonna end up

with one of us killing the other.

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

to see the view.

Hawk's Peak?

He says it's gorgeous.

Yeah.

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

and have tapas tonight?

How's 8:00?

Sure.

Great.

We gotta get out of here before the sun sets.

-Bye.-Bye.

So what is the deal with Hawk's Peak?

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

And you know, here's the thing.

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

and she's lovely, you know?

She's beautiful and smart and she's British

for crying out loud.

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

You miss your mom.

You are a very good detective.

I know.

Hey, you wanna go look at some more books?

Yeah.

How did I end up buying more books than you?

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

No!

You will do no such thing!

You can't tell me what to do!

That's Betsy Crane.

Hear me on this!

If you do I will end you!

Is that a threat?

Oh, it is a warning.

Hey, Amy, will you hold these?

Yeah, sure.

I can do whatever I want.

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

Ah, the not boyfriend.

Yeah.

Detective Travis Burke.

No problem, Detective.

I'm simply exercising my freedom of speech.

Tah-tah.

She is a piece of work.

Yeah, I know.

They both are.

My dad was right to steer clear of them.

Yeah.

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

Um, will I see you tonight?

Yeah, you will.

That's interesting. Oh, hey, there she is.

Hey. Hey sweetie.

Hey.

Travis is just catching us upon that poor guy

that was killed on my block.

Just telling your dad and Celia that Arnold Van Vleet

apparently was married and there were frequent domestic bouts

between him and his wife.

He was abusive?

No, other way around.

But he never pressed charges.

Really?

Oh, my goodness!

What?

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

"Woman in the Woods" from Graham.

Let me see that.

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

Why are they rehashing this thing after all these years?

Well, Book Blog's covering the festival,

I suppose some intrepid young journalist

is trying to get clicks.

(Jenk) I want my money!!!

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

Excuse me.

I don't care about any of that!

And I don't care who signed the cheque!

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's the trouble, Jenk?

No trouble, Burke.

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

Unfortunately you haven't read your contract.

Contracts are binding.

Contracts matter.

And in this case l'm holding the cards.

Alright!

Hey Jenk!

You go upstairs and you cool off

or we are going to continue this conversation

down at the station.

I'm going, I'm going.

Alright, everybody.

Show is over.

Are you guys doing alright?

Oh, I'm enjoying this.

-I'm fine, Detective. -Alright.

Oh, Graham.

Forgive all of this.

Finally, a face to face.

Betsy.

I was hoping we could catch up.

What do we have to catch up about?

You coming back to Betsy Crane Publishing.

Why would I ever do that?

Oh, I can think of at least five reasons.

Truthfully, I'm quite happy

with my current publishers and editor.

Where's Celia?

Uh, she was just here.

Celia?

Huh, strange.

I'll call her.

Boy, Jenk is out of control.

Yeah.

...Please leave a message.

No answer.

Maybe she went to her room.

I'll have the front desk call her.

Ok, I'll tell Travis.

Ok.

Can you-

I read all about this on the internet!

Alright, calm down.

Please calm down.

I published Graham.

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

You are a traitor, Betsy Crane.

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

"The Scarlet Dress"!

Hey! Hey, enough!

You need to walk away now.

And may I suggest, Miss Crane,

that you head back to your motorhome?

That's exactly where I planon going.

Whew.

People really care about books.

Yeah, yeah.

Want to head back in, find your dad.

Well, Celia's gone missing.

Dad's in a tizzy tryingto find her, so.

Some people don't react well to angry people in the bar.

I understand why. Jenk is scary.

Betsy is no picnic either.

Right?

And then there's Hannah.

Where did everybody go?

I don't know.

Where are they? You wanna ask our friend?

Yeah.

Hello.

Hi.

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

Yes.

I called her room but she didn't answer.

Did he go up there?

No, a guest approached him.

Ugh.

Was it a German woman?

No, a man.

One of our guests, Mr. Fitch.

Oh.

Uh, would you happen to know where they went?

They went out the front door.

Great, thank you so much.

Thank you.

Where is he?

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

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

Ugh.

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

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

Voice mail.

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

Which is great.

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

Thanks.

I don't know.

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

No.

No, this night took a turn.

It did. Yeah.

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

Yeah, that's a good thought.

I'm just parked-

I'm gonna walk you to your car.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Well, you know what, Amy?

I'm already doing it.

Yes, you are.

Look at this.

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

Ok. Uh, well, good night.

Ok. Good night.

Sleep tight.

Dad?

Hey, hey, honey.

Hey, uh, hey.

What happened to you last night?

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

I am so sorry, Rick and I wentlooking for Celia

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

it just... it wore me out.

Ok, alright.

Well, so you're talking to Rick?

That's...

Yeah.

Good.

Yeah, ok.

-Yeah?-Yeah.

Oh, I'll get it.

Hey.

Hi, Amy.

Can I come inside?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Hey, buddy.

What's wrong?

Betsy Cranehas been murdered.

Murdered?

What?

Murdered?

Are you-are you sure?

It was murder.

What happened?

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

Travis.

Graham, will you join me down at the station?

Answer a few questions?

Yeah, sure. Let me get changed.

Wait, wait. Hold on, Dad.

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

You're familiar with how I do my job.

I'm familiar with how you treat your suspects.

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

Give me a second.

Thanks, Graham.

Yeah.

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

Hey, I'm not hauling anybody.

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

I am.

I'm talking to Rick Fitch and Hannah Steinhousen

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

That's standard protocol.

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

Uh, listen.

I gotta run an errand so would you tell my dad

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

Yeah.

Amy.

-Hey.-Hey.

Travis told me about Betsy.

What happened?

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

called it in around 1:00 in the morning

but by the time the fire department got here

the motorhome was past the point of saving.

Betsy was inside?

But the ME says that she was killed first.

Blunt force trauma.

And then they set it on fire.

Kerosene.

Ok, thanks.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi.

Where's my dad?

Uh, listen.

Your dad gave us permission to search his place.

Ok.

Amy.

We're arresting Graham.

What?!

For arson and suspicion of murder.

Are you kidding me?

On what grounds?

The evidence.

What evidence?

The evidence we found in the trunk of his car.

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

It's the same kind of kerosene that was used

to torch Betsy's motorhome.

So my dad bought some kerosene. It's-

We also found a paperweight with blood on it.

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

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

Hold on.

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

at night, you know?

I mean, someone could have planted that there.

He's being set up.

Amy.

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

Listen, what I-

Dad! Wait! Dad!

It's okay, honey.

Dad! I'm calling your lawyer.

Just relax.

Hold this right here, sir.

Look at the lens.

Hey, kiddo.

Hey.

Hey, you.

-Hey.-Hey.

No touching, please.

-She's my... Sorry.

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

Dad, this isn't funny.

It's ok, honey.

I know.

Uh, so I spoke to your lawyer

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

Her name is Gia Palladino.

Now listen to me.

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

until she's with you.

Ok?

Understood.

Thank you.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

Let the lawyer do that.

Dad, I am-

Amy, somebody killed Betsy Crane.

I don't want you going after that person.

I...

You listen to me.

You promise me you understand me.

I promise.

I'll talk to you later.

Ok.

My dad's new criminal attorney, Gia Palladino,

is heading in from Seattle.

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

Understood.

I can't believe you did this.

Amy, I'm a cop.

Rule of law matters.

I have to follow the evidence.

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

who's setting up my dad.

Of course you are.

And you're not gonna tell me to stop.

You wouldn't listen if I did.

He's your dad.

Hear me on this.

I do not believe that Graham is the killer

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

And one of us will.

Bud, hey.

Meet me in my classroom.

My dad's been arrested.

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

Amy.

Thank you guys for coming.

Yeah.

I brought coffee.

I brought the board so we could start doing

that whole yarn and suspect thing.

Thank you.

So here's the thing.

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

And he has good reason.

I mean, someone murdered Betsy Crane.

I mean, this is serious.

So while I really appreciate you guys,

I just want you to know that...

Hey.

Amy, we're here for you.

Totally.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Ok, let's get started.

Ok, here we go.

Phil Jenk.

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

He's probably gonna lose his job soon

and Betsy owes him $10,000.

He did it.

But there's also Rick Fitch.

He used to be really good friends

with my dad back in the day,

way before I was born until he plagiarized

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

That's a bad guy right there.

Then we have super stalker fan, Hannah Steinhousen.

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

which means she's not above breaking the law.

Wait, maybe it was her.

One scenario is that Phil Jenk wanted to continue

his conversation with Betsy Crane in private

and then things go south.

And then he kills her.

But I did overhear Hannah threatening Betsy

for betraying my dad,

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

like one of the murder victims in his books.

Ouch.

Well, then Hannah did it.

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

It doesn't make sense.

Good point.

Yeah, but we can't forget the corrupt cop

who's had dealings with my dad.

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

Especially somebody he knows.

Exactly.

But then there's Rick Fitch.

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

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

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

That's a good angle.

I don't know much about the relationship

between Rick and Betsy, however I did overhear

an argument they were having.

What'd they say?

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

Did what?

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

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

I'm really liking Rick for this.

But there's one more.

Celia Bunton.

My dad's new editor.

Why would she kill Betsy?

And then frame your dad?

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

she's a possibility.

Amy, maybe you have Celia on the board

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

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

and say they're a possible murderer

just because I'm, you know...

Hello?

Oh, Amy.

Celia.

Is your father alright?

He's-

Uh... why do you ask?

I went by Graham's house

and there were several officers there.

Yeah, you kinda disappeared on us last night.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

The scene was a tad upsetting.

A couple people getin an argument

and you have to run off?

No, I recognized the man.

Phil Jenk?

Well, I knew himas Petey Jenkowski.

This was years ago. I was a junior editor

and he was with the New York Police Department.

Came to me with a book proposal

based on his timein the vice squad.

Sounded good but in reality it was dull and monotonous

and I told him so.

He didn't like that.

And he came after me in my offices.

Luckily security was there and l had had a restraining order

placed against him.

Then I heard that he transferred out of New York.

It was years ago but it all came flooding back.

I am so sorry.

Thank you.

Anyway, your father.

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

What?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Arrested on what grounds?

Evidence.

The murder weapon and kerosene used to light

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

No.

No, this is madness.

We know.

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

Ah, Bud...

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

had to consider all the possibilities.

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

Of course.

But I think we should call Travis and let him know

about your history with Jenk.

Yeah.

What should Holly and I do?

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

If you guys could maybe

call the Graham Winslow Society in Frankfurt?

They might know something.

Yeah, sure.

Ok.

In the meantime, I will try to contact Rick Fitch.

Palmer Inn.

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

One moment.

They're asking.

So have you ever had any dealings with this guy,

Rick Fitch?

Well, I met him at the event the other night

but other than that, no.

Huh. What about Betsy? You know her?

No.

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

Would you like to leave a message?

Yeah.

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

Of course.

Ok, thank you.

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

Phil!

Tell Bud to call Travis!

Wait a minute.

Sorry, I didn't bring my pass.

Sorry.

Are you ok?

Phil, stop!

Ok?

It's over, Phil.

There's no way out.

The police are on their way.

I know what you did to your bosses in Reno,

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

What did you do to Betsy Crane?

I didn't kill her!

Then why are you running?

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

I'm in enough trouble as it is.

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

to save your old man.

Phil, did you send that invite to yourself

so you could come here to get to Betsy?

Look, I'm broke.

I'm probably gonna get canned soon.

Ask yourself this.

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

Huh?

I don't know.

Well, the violation of his restraining order

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

with the judge to search his hotel room.

Good.

You alright?

Yes.

And grateful to Amy. To you.

Oh.

Excuse me.

She was hoping to be able to see my dad.

Yeah, that's fine.

Listen, uh... are you...

Yeah, fine.

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

I must dash.

I'll be in touch.

Ok.

-Ok. -Bye.

-Ok. -Ok.

Hey, are you ok?

Yeah.

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

so it's good news.

Great.

We have news, too.

Ok.

The Frankfurt Graham Winslow Society, it does exist

and it's run by Hannah Steinhousen.

Ok, how is that good news?

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

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

Ok.

Check out Hannah Steinhousen.

Huh.

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

Can you ring your guest,

Hannah Steinhousenand tell her that

Amy Winslow is downstairs with the complete works

of Graham Winslow all autographed for her?

Sure.

Thank you.

Ok. I've got it pulled up.

Alright, let me see.

Hello!

You... where are the...

The books?

Yeah, I lied about the books.

Just like you lied about who you are.

I... that's...

I know that's not you.

Now, I could call the policeand have you charged

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

I just wanted to get close to Graham.

We have a bond.

I know it.

I just thought it would be better if I came

from an exotic place far away.

Where do you come from?

Fresno.

What's your name?

Joyce.

Joyce what?

Van Vleet.

You're Arnold Van Vleet's wife.

The one that attacked him, aren't you?

Yeah.

Bud, call Travis.

What am I saying?

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

in front of my dad's house.

Didn't you, Joyce?

Arnold hated the bond I had with Graham.

He followed me here.

To Graham's house.

And I told him...

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

I was just trying to scare him.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Hey, we just found the murder weapon

in the glove compartment box

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

Now that we know she's capable of homicide

and considering her obsession with your dad.

Yeah, good.

And Phil Jenk and Rick Fitch, which...sorry.

The Palmer, front desk.

Hi, this is Amy Winslow.

I left a message earlier for Rick Fitch.

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

Ok, alright.

Thank you.

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

Yeah?

Well he has no choice about talking to me.

I'll stay on him.

Ok.

Yeah.

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

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

Hey Travis, I just want really to say thank you.

I'm just doing my job, Amy.

Thank you. I mean, you helped close the case

on Hannah Van Vleet, so thank you.

Well...

Now, why don't you go restore your little cells or whatever.

Good night.

Hey, Amy, how does he know they're grey.

Hey, Travis.

Hey, Amy.

Meet me at your office.

I know who broke into it.

-Yeah, ok.-Bye-bye.

Amy!

Hey!

When were you gonna tell me?

Your father's been arrested?

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

Amy, I don't care about the event.

I care about Graham, and you.

What's going on?

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

That's what I hoped you'd say.

Go get him.

And don't think another thought about this festival.

Thank you.

Of course.

Go.

-Hey. -Hey.

So who broke in?

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

among other things,

we found that his house had been bugged.

Bugged?

-Yeah. -As in...

Listening devices, yeah.

So then when Jenk came in

we got the warrant to search his hotel room.

We found listening equipment and recordings from two places.

Your dad's house...

And here.

Bingo.

Oh, wow.

You know, when I met Jenk here

he thought this was still my dad's office.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Alright.

Hey, you've been busy.

Yeah.

So Jenk wasn't trying to take something,

he was actually trying to leave something.

Found it?

Bingo.

I still don't understand, though.

Why is he trying to listen in on my dad?

I don't know.

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

his superiors in Reno by recording them?

Yeah.

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

Yeah.

What if he was trying to get dirt on your dad

to force him into a book deal?

Dirt?

On my dad?

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

No.

Oh, have you been able to tie Jenk or Joyce

to Betsy's motorhome?

Not yet.

I need to talk to my dad.

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

Amy.

Honey, you promised me that you wouldn't,

and you wouldn't-

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

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

No, no! This is...this is nota word game.

I know what this is!

Amy, look.

I don't want you-

No, no!

You listen to me!

Mom was taken away from us way too soon.

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

Alright?

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

So you can either get on board or not

but I'm gonna do it anyway.

Ok.

I need you to look at something for me please.

Can you tell me about some of these pictures?

Um... Hemingwayand Fitzgerald.

Those were mom's nicknames for me and Rick.

Yeah.

You guys were best friends, right?

Yeah.

Competitors?

But apparently in more than just writing.

Take a look at that picture.

I mean, Dad, the syntax is pretty clear.

"Rick and me with G".

Did Rick date mom before you got married to her?

Mmm hmm.

And um...

uh, he was pushing to marry and uh...

mom didn't want to.

She broke it off.

A few months laterl asked her out.

I want to make something clear, honey.

I had nothing to dowith breaking them up.

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

No.

Then he stole my book.

Did Rick ever marry?

-No. -No.

You know, it's...

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

You become a bestselling author.

Those were all things that Rick wanted.

Hey, Travis?

I think we need to talk to Rick Fitch.

So Rick shows up in Garrison,

pretends to bury the hatchet with my dad,

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

to frame him.

Ok, right. That makes sense.

But then why kill Betsy Crane?

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

to Rick for a book that he never finished?

I'd say so.

Of course.

There's your motive.

So what happens now?

Well, Travis is bringing in Rick for further questioning,

so we just-

There he is right now.

Hey, that didn't take long.

Did you talk to Rick?

Hey. No.

That's not gonna be possible.

Rick Fitch is dead.

Dead!

Yeah.

What?!

Hey.

My phone call was not an invitation for you

to join me down at the crime scene.

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

Thank you.

I don't understand.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why not?

Because Betsy told us that Rick hated nature

so why is he rock climbing?

Well, either Betsy was wrong

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

Travis, we got something.

Hang on. Show me!

Did you guys find something on Rick's phone?

This isn't Rick's phone.

It's Betsy Crane's.

What?

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

It means he took it after he killed her.

So then my dad-

I need another warrant, yeah.

Close down the crime scene.

Will do.

Detective Burke.

Uh, I have another search warrant,

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

Can you let me in?

Of course.

Thanks.

I'm gonna need you to wait down here.

Oh, come on, Travis. I-

Hey, Amy, look.

We gotta do this by the book.

Kerosene?

Hey.

Hey.

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

because I definitely smelled kerosene in Rick's closet

and I found what looks like blood.

That's it. He framed my dad.

But here's what confuses me.

Why would he store those things here?

You know?

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

to your dad's car?

Who knows?

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

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

Oh, Dad!

I'm ok.

I'm ok.

Graham, I-

No, no, no, no, no.

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

Thank you.

Graham.

Oh, hey! Hi, hi!

Oh, jeez.

Take it easy.

Forgive me.

I'm just so relieved.

It's ok, me too. Me too.

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

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

That sounds lovely.

Eight this evening?

Uh, yeah.

That works for me.

Amy?

Yeah, yeah.

Of course.

Terrific.

Graham, I hate to dive right back into business

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

that we dare not push away this time.

Could we chat?

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

Bye, Dad.

You ok?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm ok.

He likes her.

And to be honest with you, so do I.

Hey, let's grab some coffee.

My office.

Here you go.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, is this-

That's the murder weapon, yeah.

I've seen this before.

You have?

Yes, I have.

Thank you.

Bingo. Right there.

Hey, can I help you?

Hi.

Where did you get that owl?

Oh, those are made exclusively for the hotel.

"Those" as in plural?

Yes, they're in all our rooms.

We need to look at Rick's room again.

Thank you.

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

I don't know.

I mean, unless he had it replaced.

Yeah, maybe.

Front desk.

Hi.

This is Detective Travis Burke.

Hey, in the last couple of days did Rick Fitch

ask for his paperweight to be replaced?

Not Mr. Fitch, no.

What's that supposed to mean?

Did someone else ask?

Yes.

(Both) Who?

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

Alright. Thank you, Sharon.

Ok. Alright. Thank you.

What did the publishing company say?

Well, they confirmed the contracts and the rights

and they're gonna email you the paperwork.

Alright, take a look at this.

These rooms?

They're right next to each other.

Huh.

Take a look at this.

Did you check to seeif this gear

was bought at Garrison Sports Depot?

Hey, we've been a little busy.

Oh.

How about we do it now?

Ok.

(Both) Thank you.

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

I'm afraid not, Phil.

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

Remember what we're after.

Yeah.

Oh, Detective.

Hi, Celia.

I thought we said 8:00.

Can I come in for a second?

Of course.

Thanks.

Of course. Come on in.

Thanks.

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

We need to talk to you, Celia.

What about?

You know what is funny about hotel rooms?

It's all the little things that just kinda disappear

into the background.

Like a paperweight, for example.

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

And then how many people would actually call down

to the front desk and ask for another paperweight

to be brought to their room?

Sorry, I'm not following-

But you did, yesterday.

How would you even know that a paperweight was missing

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

and used it to commit a murder?

Amy, it sounds like you've been reading

too many of your father's books.

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

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

My father's books.

Especially the first five published by Betsy Crane.

I called her company earlier today.

They sent over a contract that gives the exclusive rights

to produce Atticus Keller as a movie franchise to-

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

Betsy Crane.

And she conveyed that in these little cryptic coded messages

to you twice right in front of us.

The first time was in a note to my dad,

which she knew you would see.

Give this to your dad.

"It's the right thing."

The second time was at the bar that night.

Contracts are binding.

Contracts matter.

And in this case l'm holding the cards.

You just disappeared.

You said that...

The scene wasa tad upsetting.

But you weren'tupset about Jenk.

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

on making from the movie.

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

So then you leaked that story to the Book Blog

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

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

And it made you angry.

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

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

It's more like fantasy.

But I talked to Phil Jenk.

I know what's really going on.

We have Celia Bunton.

Confess or get charged as an accessory to murder.

I bluffed Jenk and he folded.

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

She said she forgave me for what happened.

She paid me 10 grand up front,

another $10,000 when the festival ends,

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

She sent you the invitation with the message?

Yeah.

Real dramatic.

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

For a minute.

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

She wanted to know what Graham was thinking.

And going after Betsy?

That was never part of Celia's deal.

Betsy provoked me into that.

Well, I'm surprised you would credit the word

of a disgraced policeman.

Well that and the word of Rena Corey.

And who might that be?

Oh, she runs Garrison Sports Depot.

We sell that gear, yeah.

Sold some a couple days ago.

To this man?

I don't remember him.

I do remember a nice English lady.

I still don't understand

what some mountaineering gear has got...

Oh, stop!

Just stop, Celia.

You murdered two people and Travis has more evidence

than you can talk your way out of.

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

Quite the opposite.

I heard that Betsy had had a...

an aggressive streak so l grabbed whatever I could

to take with me for self-defence.

Tempers rose and we fought.

It was me.

I lost control.

This thing happened.

I found the kerosene at the motorhome,

and I've edited enough crime fiction to know

that a victim requires a culprit.

Lucky for you there was one right next door.

One that had a volatile relationship with Betsy.

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

I noticed that the balconies, they're adjacent.

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

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

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

But it wasn't empty.

Forgive me.

I never sleep well in hotel beds.

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

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

Rick could have went to Travis,

and I'm sure he probably thought about that.

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

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

And then there's also my mother which,

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

Rick dated my mom before my dad.

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

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

he probably felt many things.

So he came here to bury the hatchet with my dad

which he did.

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

Once you found out that my father had been arrested

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

He called.

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

I must dash.

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

But what he didn't know

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

You invited him to the ravine.

Rick? Celia.

Look, why don't you come and join me

and we'll talk about your deal.

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

what you had doneto Betsy Crane.

Except this time you did it with a rock.

Made it look like he fell.

Ironic, isn't it?

I'm the one who's fallen.

Celia Bunton, you're under arrest.

You have the rightto remain silent.

Anything you say can

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

You have the rightto an attorney.

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

by the State of Washington.

Dad.

Hey, cutie.

I tried calling ya.

Where you been?

What's going on?

Celia...

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

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

Oh, brunch is served, buffet style!

Ooh, all you can eat!

Bud knows the drill, huh!

Look at that!

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

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

Stop it.

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

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

for all your support.

Travis, thank you for following the evidence

all the way through.

And to my daughter, Amy, who...

Hey, to Amy and Travis.

To Amy and Travis.

Cheers.

To Graham.

Cheers, Dad.

Well, he seems to be moving on well.

Yeah.

Yeah, he is.

He's writing a new book.

Atticus falls in love with a killer.

Woah.

Yeah.

Mark Twain said it best.

Write what you know.

I like that.

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

For what?

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

Nah, Amy, nah.

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

Well, thanks for not giving upon me then.

You give me no choice.

What've we got?

First you need a plate. You need a plate, a plate...