All language subtitles for MatchMaker Mysteries A Fatal Romance [2020] Solar

Bye.

Romance. Thanks, fellas.

Oh, and remember what I said.

Three keys to a great first date.

Pick a restaurant with amazing desserts.

Leave your phone on silent. Most
importantly, just be yourself.

Thanks so much for coming.

Oolong, two tea bags.

Honey? Oh, I'm sorry. I will go get
some.

Don't bother. I'll do it myself.

Sorry,

everyone. Miss Penn's autograph session
has ended.

No, but she is one of the featured
guests in the Romance Writers Roundtable

Hall 8, so we hope to see you there.

See you there.

Bring this, will you? Oh, yeah.

I'm so sorry.

Thanks, guys. Miss Dove.

Welcome to our little convention.

I can't thank you enough for agreeing to
participate.

We're all such big fans of Matchmaker
here at Written in the Stars.

I'm flattered you thought of me. Well,
who better to moderate a romance

panel than Philadelphia's foremost
authority on love?

Beatrice, I'd like you to meet... Angie
Dove.

Oh, you watch my show? I recognize you
from the standee.

This is my assistant, Margaret. I read
your blog post last month about finding

love in the digital age. It was
wonderful.

Margaret's a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Well, hopeful.

Do I have time to freshen up a bit
before the panel starts?

30 minutes. Great.

Can you please have someone bring those
gifts up to my room at 721?

Of course. It's quite a haul.

B has a very passionate fan base.

That's certainly one way to describe
them.

My mother...

Happens to be among your most devoted.

She is first in line the day your books
come out.

If it's not too much trouble, I would
love to get an autograph.

It's your birthday next week. First
edition.

Was that hard to find?

Oh, funny story, actually. I tried a few
bookstores, a few dealers, a yard sale

I tried on a hunch.

No book, of course. But I did get a set
of vintage candlesticks for a very

reasonable price.

But finally, I... Well, I admire your
persistence.

Oh, I'm sorry. I have to take this.

Hello?

I'll make sure that she signs it for
you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

I have nothing more to say to you.

You're going to wear a hole in that
carpet.

Listen.

It's been a long time, Ange.

You look good.

You too.

Nervous? Oh, uh, I just wasn't, uh... I
wasn't expecting so many people.

Oh, your show does reach over a million
viewers a week.

Yes, but I can't see any of them.

So, you're here with Evergreen?

You're looking at the new editor and
CEO.

What?

You never expressed any interest in
publishing.

In fact, last I checked, you were off
working at a consulting firm in Seattle.

Not that I was checking up on you. It
was run -of -the -mill grapevine.

It was important to my mother that I
stay in the family.

She passed recently.

I'm so sorry.

The transition's been a little bumpy.
Most of the authors have been

Others...

Not less so.

What good are you if you can't get me
out of these commitments?

Did you even try?

My mother did say Beatrice Penn had a
way with words.

It's just too bad she couldn't repeat
any of them in polite company.

Would you like to have dinner sometime
this week?

I don't know if that's such a good idea.

Just two old friends catching up.

You know what?

Just think about it.

I know that look.

I've written four novels on that look.

Ex -husband.

Boyfriend.

So all you got out of the split was
heartbreak.

Helen Travers.

Angie Dove.

I know.

You've seen this dandy? No, I watch your
show.

Showtime, ladies.

Here are some prepared trivia questions
should you run into any logs.

All right?

I know you're going to be great.

I thought we were waiting for one more
author.

Sylvia Donner?

Our third author is a no -show.

And there's another panel right after
this, so we can't stop.

We're just going to have to make do.

Hey.

What an unpleasant surprise. I thought
it was time to bury the hatchet. And

where were you planning on burying it?

Hello, Philadelphia, and welcome to the
Written in the Stars Romance

Writers Panel. Thank you so much for
coming out.

Before we get to your burning questions
in the Q &A segment, Our writers will

share selected readings from their work.
First up, it is my honor to introduce

two -time award -winning author Beatrice
Penn.

Thank you.

I'd like to begin by reading a passage
from Hearts on Fire, the first of my

Gilded Hearts trilogy.

I know many of you here might be
anticipating an announcement today

the final book in the series, but I'm
afraid there are no updates on that

While you're waiting, you can pick up
Autumn of Lonely Hearts, available now

wherever books are sold.

I do appreciate the enthusiasm around
the book.

You've all been very loyal, and for that
I am so truly grateful.

That's a lie.

I'm sorry?

You claim to care about your fans, but
the truth is you don't care about us at

all.

That's not true. You'll happily take our
money and our time, but you'll never

return it. Security, why don't you
answer my letters? You're nothing but a

fraud.

Karma's coming for you.

I see here that we are supposed to do a
round of romance trivia next.

That sounds fun.

We don't have to wait. We can do that
now.

No, it's quite all right. I can
continue.

Okay.

Thomas knew from the moment he saw her,
Dominique was the woman of his dreams.

Her chestnut hair swept into a delicate
braid that seemed to... Excuse

me.

Here, take this.

Please.

Thank you.

Oh, there we go.

Try this again, shall we?

Her appearance had awoken something in
his heart.

Something he never knew existed there.

He closed his eyes and...

He closed his... Are you all right?

Fine, I just... I think I need a moment.

Do you need help? Should I get someone?

I think I need to lie down.

It was so strange.

One minute she was fine, and the next...
She looked like she was going to faint.

Stage fright?

She's done book tours all over the
country.

I mean, public speaking should be a walk
in the park for her.

You know, they took her to the hospital,
just to be safe.

Then she's in good hands.

You're right.

You know, I'm sure she's fine.

Okay, ready to meet our bachelorette?

My name is Nancy Upton, I'm 35 years
old, and I'm ready to be swept off my

by Prince Charming. What's been your
biggest hurdle?

To finding love. My schedule between my
law practice and volunteer work, I don't

have much time today. What kind of
volunteer work do you do?

I mentor student athletes.

What are you looking for in a partner?

Well, Angie, I have worked hard to get
to where I'm at today. So I want someone

who shares my commitment to success.

I won't settle for anything less.

She gave me this before she left.

Everyone has an idea of their perfect
match, huh?

It's double -sided.

You know, I'm not sure about this one.

She seems too hard to please.

You know what?

I like a good challenge.

She wants Prince Charming? I'm going to
find him. Well, I hope so, because I'm

pretty sure she turned down an actual
prince.

Number 44.

No complicated family commitments.

Miss Galaba?

Detective?

Poisoning.

Like she has some bad takeout and will
be fine in a few days?

No.

I'm afraid Beatrice Pan is dead.

We'll know more after the autopsy,
but...

That's the preliminary determination
from the coroner. You're talking about

murder.

When did she die?

Yesterday. Shortly after she arrived at
the hospital.

I know this isn't a good time, but I
just want to ask you a few questions

the convention and what you saw.

I'd be happy to help in any way I can.

Okay.

You were moderating a writer's panel?

I was supposed to.

We didn't get very far past
introductions before Beatrice started

trouble. trouble.

Was she exhibiting confusion, slurred
speech?

Well, she seemed rattled.

I thought it was because she was heckled
by that fan.

She had an altercation with a fan? Yes,
and it really threw her. She couldn't

concentrate, so they brought her
something to drink.

Who did?

Uh, the coordinator, Beth.

I'm afraid that bottle could be
anywhere.

Our staff cleaned the hall top to bottom
last night.

Of course, not realizing that it was
going to be a crime scene.

Okay. You guys still have the trash from
the convention?

In the dumpsters.

They collected at the end of the week.

Okay, and those are what, in the parking
lot?

Basement.

Although I should warn you, they aren't
exclusively used by the convention

center. It's waste disposal for the
whole hotel.

All right.

What kind of security measures did you
have in place for the convention?

Well, we had security guards on site.

Bags were checked at the front entrance.

And cameras?

Yes.

Cameras were in the lobby and the
convention rooms.

Okay. I'm going to need a list of all
the vendors, staff, anybody that set

in this place.

Of course.

I appreciate your help. Thank you.
Detective Carter, I may not know where

bottle ended up, but I do know where it
came from.

Hello? Miss Dowd?

Yes?

This is Margaret Vincent.

Beth gave me your number. I hope that's
okay.

Oh, of course.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I want you to know I'm cooperating with
the police. I'll do whatever I can to

help. I appreciate that.

But it's not why I'm calling.

I have your book.

He signed it for you.

Here we go.

Is it Beatrice?

It is. Aww.

And, um, that one's me.

We've known each other a long time.

Well, since the day I was born.

We're sisters.

Oh. I thought that I was her assistant.

Well, I suppose I am that, too.

Bee, um, she loved to dance.

Our mother used to say she came into the
world with ballet slippers on. She was

accepted to Juilliard off of a single
audition.

Wow. She must have been over the moon.
Well, except she never made it. The

summer before she was set to leave, she
had an unfortunate accident. She was at

a rock quarry swimming with friends, and
she was navigating a ledge.

It was slippery.

She shattered her hip.

It was a dream dash.

In the blink of an eye.

Well, looks like he found a new one.

Silver lining.

Uh, Ted.

It's Beatrice's ex -husband.

They separated, um, six months ago, but,
uh, the divorce papers were as good as

signs. Um, I'm not so sure.

If he's not out of her picture frames,
he's probably not out of her heart.

So, after 15 years of marriage, you
agreed to a trial separation.

Yeah, that's right. We had decided that
we needed some time apart.

Was that Miss Penn's suggestion?

No, it was mine.

We'd both been under a lot of strain for
quite a while.

Our jobs were very demanding, and I
thought we needed some space.

You work at Amore Trattoria?

I own it, yeah.

When was the last time you saw your
wife?

I haven't had any contact with Beatrice
in months.

Margaret made sure of that.

That's her sister?

Yeah.

Yeah, Margaret could be very protective
of Beatrice.

She didn't even tell me that Beatrice
had died. I had to hear about it from

of my waitresses.

I read about it online.

Where were you on the day of Miss Penn's
death?

I was working.

Do you have anybody that can corroborate
that?

My kitchen staff.

If you need anything at all, please let
me know. You have my number.

Thank you.

Yeah, it's been a really hard few days.

I mean, the only thing I really need is
to see Ethan pulling behind bars.

Ethan?

You think he had something to do with
Beatrice's murder?

Well, I know he did.

Why would he want to hurt your sister?

Revenge?

For what?

Well, he holds Bea responsible for his
mother's death.

I'm sorry. I need to take this.

Can you show yourself out?

Yeah. Okay.

Hi.

Just the check, please.

What? Since when does Angie Colombo turn
down dessert?

Been a long time.

People change.

I like your name, Angie Dove. Well, it's
for TV.

No, no, I like it.

You still twirl your hair when you've
got something on your mind, though.

I went to see Margaret Vincent today.

How is she?

Overwhelmed, I think.

She seems to think that you had
something to do with Beatrice's murder.

You don't look surprised.

I'm not.

Maybe you misunderstood me. She thinks
you killed her sister with poison.

Oh, he didn't do it.

Right?

No, of course not.

Okay, so why does she think you had a
vendetta against Beatrice?

Because I told her so.

Beatrice was planning to leave Evergreen
Publishing. It would be a big blow

financially. Sales were down. My mother
had already downsized the offices.

This could be the death knell. It became
contentious.

You know what? Beatrice owed my mother
her career.

The first manuscript she submitted, they
were terrible.

Other publishing houses wouldn't even
give her the time of day. But my mother

took a chance on her. And this is how
she repaid her?

Anyway, last week when she came into the
office, Beatrice and I had words.

You threatened her?

I may have let my temper get the best of
me. Ethan.

I know.

I know it was a mistake.

And Margaret heard you?

The whole office heard. But I promise
you, I had nothing to do with her death.

And in the two years we were together,
did I ever lie to you?

Once.

Our senior year of college.

When you pretended you weren't going to
make it to my birthday dinner?

I wanted to surprise you.

But when I showed up at the restaurant,
you already had a drink waiting for me.

That fake cough wasn't going to win you
any Academy Awards.

See? I could never get anything past
you.

Excuse me.

On second thought, I'll have the double
chocolate mousse. There she is.

You know what? You better make it two
spoons.

Yeah.

Ethan Plume?

I'm going to need you to come with me,
please.

Is there a problem?

You're under arrest for the murder of
Beatrice Penn.

Kyle,

please. He's innocent.

Any update?

Oh, nothing just.

Five minutes ago.

You know, the old chief of detectives is
on his way.

Oh, cool.

Say hi for me.

Dad, thanks for coming. I'm being
stonewalled.

Where's Ethan?

They hauled him into an interrogation
room over an hour ago, and I haven't

anything since.

Oh, he should probably head home.

Your date's being processed. He's going
to have to spend the night in Cali.

He's not my date.

But more importantly, he's not a killer.

Hey, good to have you back in the old
stomping grounds. Kyle.

Dad,

tell him.

What have you got off the record?

Well, we have one witness that links
Ethan to the water bottle and three

witnesses to Ethan's very public threat
against the victim.

Circumstantial, right?

That'll be for a judge to decide.

It's good to see you, Nick.

Sorry for ruining your dessert.

You don't look it.

Isn't there something we can do?

Not tonight, sweetheart.

Come on.

Let's go home, huh?

I cleared a few times with Nancy for the
dates, and we just need to settle on

our suitors.

Angie.

The matches?

Right, right. No, no, I... Actually, I
have narrowed down the eligible

candidates to two. We have Thomas,
investment banker, MBA from Harvard,

like... high -stakes poker, and
windsurfing. He's perfect.

And we have Peter.

His photo alone violates six of her
rules. Yes, but he has a lot of

that will make them very compatible.

She's expecting a shark. She's not to be
happy when we bring her a guppy.

Expectation can be like a blindfold.

If we can get so caught up in what we
think we should have in a partner, we

called ourselves off to opportunities.

A blindfold might come in handy.

That sweater is really busy.

He's not going to wear it on the date
page.

We just need to show Nancy what she's
missing.

It's a conditional release.

I have to be back in court in three
weeks.

What are you going to do?

I want to find the girl who confronted
Beatrice at the panel.

The fan?

Yeah, I recognized her.

It took me a moment to place her, but
she came by the publishing house last

looking for Beatrice.

She refused to leave the lobby. We had
her escorted out by security.

She had a VIP lanyard. She would have
had access backstage.

Yeah, I can't be sure, but I think I saw
her lurking around before the panel.

You should talk to Beth at the
convention center.

Yeah, about the conditions of my
release.

I'm not allowed in the hotel.

Over 80 people ordered D .I .P. passes.

But you'd have receipts, right? Order
forms? For online sales, yes, but they

were also available for cash purchase
day off.

Did security confiscate her pass?

So? Ta -da! Oh, you are awesome!

Hold that hug. We have a teensy setback.

Caroline.

Caroline what?

I don't know. And since it's written in
Sharpie, that means she didn't pre

-order it, so there's no paper trail.

So we're back to square one.

Well, not exactly.

Caroline complained that Beatrice hadn't
responded to her letters, which means

she must have written fan mail.

So, if we could find those letters...
We'd have a name and address.

I'll take that hug now.

Oh, yes!

Sorry. No, it's fine.

Just excited.

Is that you in the blue?

What are you doing in my office?

I was told to wait for you in here.

By who?

Uh, PA.

I just have a few follow -up questions,
if you don't mind.

I do, actually.

Well, I was promised your full
cooperation.

That was before you arrested Ethan.

I just want to find the truth, okay?

Wherever that leads me.

Please.

Now, you were with Mr. Plume before the
panel began, right?

I was.

Okay.

And after, did you reconnect?

No.

The panel was cut short. I didn't see
him again that day.

Well,

that doesn't mean anything.

It was a big convention.

Really, you really find it suspicious
that I didn't see Ethan after the panel?

No, but I do find it suspicious that no
one did.

I have to admit, it seems a little far
-fetched. I mean, Beats fans could be

passionate, but murder?

There seemed to be more behind
Caroline's anger than just a missed

It felt personal, you know?

Maybe.

What are the odds you still have those
letters?

Well, we usually... toss everything
after B opens it, but she had boxes of

letters that she never got to.

Margaret?

I thought I locked that.

How could I be so careless?

Maybe you weren't.

That says disarmed.

Someone was in here.

Was anything taken?

I don't know.

Looks like they were searching for
something.

Margaret.

Margaret.

Hold on. Margaret.

Wait.

We should call the police.

A motion sensor.

The motion detectors in the backyard
were checked, but we didn't see anyone.

Two crime scenes in four days, huh?

I know what you're going to say.

Is that so?

Angie, so nice to see you.

I couldn't ask for a better witness in
these trying times.

Is that a new dress? It really suits
you.

Close?

No.

But that is a nice dress.

Thank you.

I got it on sale. It's just an impulse
buy.

We checked the entire perimeter.

There were no signs of forced entry.

So according to the security company,
the alarm was never triggered.

Are you sure that you said it before you
left?

Well, it's like second nature. I
wouldn't forget.

Who else has access to the code?

Besides me and Bea, well, only one other
person.

Ted.

Margaret claimed that you called her
multiple times the day after Beatrice's

death. That's right. I wanted to offer
her my condolences.

She said that you wanted to meet up.

Well, it seemed like the kind of thing
that you do in person.

Was she offering to meet you here at the
restaurant, but you insisted on meeting

at Miss Penn's estate?

She just lost her sister.

Okay, I wasn't going to make her come to
me.

No other reason? No loose ends to tie up
at the house?

I took everything that I needed to when
I left six months ago.

Where were you last night at 8 p .m.? I
was at home, catching up on some much

-needed sleep.

I usually vacation in Milan with access
to a private jet. It's really a crime

not to.

You travel much?

Well, I spent last summer in L .A. with
the Youth Olympics.

I started working with student athletes
a few years ago.

It's been really life -changing, helping
them reach their goals. I volunteered

at the Girls and Boys Club of America
for two months. Okay, so you understand

how rewarding it can be. Absolutely.

It, uh, looks fantastic on the resume.

Prince Charming came to play. He's
totally winning her over.

Her non -verbals are telling another
story.

She's smiling.

Her lips are pressed together. Look,
it's a classic sign of discomfort.

Look how her body is angled away from
his. She wants to like him more than she

does.

For a swing and a miss, you seem pretty
pleased.

I don't think they're a match.

Well... If you didn't think they would
hit it off, why are we here?

Sometimes we need to get what we think
we want in order to realize what we

really made.

You sound like a fortune cookie.

Hey. Hi.

What do you think so far?

He's, uh, everything I asked for.

Uh, can I?

I see that.

Yeah.

Hi, I'm looking for Ethan Flume.

Hey.

The receptionist said it was okay to
come right in.

Hi.

What's going on?

Are you leaving?

I thought it would be best for the
company if I stepped down, so this is my

week.

Why? I can't let this investigation
destroy something that my mother built

nothing. Okay, but this is just
temporary, right?

Well, you said it yourself.

I never really had the stomach for
publishing, so... That's not what I

Close enough. It was a long time ago. I
got what you meant.

I don't... I don't know why I thought I
could step into her shoes.

Ethan, you can't give up.

I mean, we can fix this.

I think it's too late, Ange.

You made a promise to her.

I know things are hard right now, but if
you walk away from this, it'll be the

biggest regret of your life.

That wouldn't be the biggest regret.

Yeah.

Me.

Hey.

What's all this?

Oh, I've been taking some painting
classes down at the community center. I

knew you were interested in art.

Yeah. Well, I went down to sign up for
Zumba, but it was full.

So I figured, why not try something out
of my comfort zone?

Zumba's in your comfort zone?

Yeah. What do you think?

I'm going to surprise your mother for
her birthday.

That's really sweet.

But?

No, no but.

Maybe a tiny however.

An although at most.

Dad,

I thought you and Mom were taking time
to figure things out.

What does something like this say?

I think it says I'm still thinking about
her.

Seems like a good place to start.

Well, I like it.

Yeah? Yeah, look at that sunrise.

Maybe add some, like, ray shooting out
of it.

It's a banana.

It's a fruit bowl.

Oh.

You know, I see it. I see it now.

Yeah. Yeah, well, I've got a...

A few more classes left to go. Why don't
you sit down here?

Have you heard from Ethan?

He made bail, but he's worried that he's
the only one on the police's radar.

If they think he's their guy, they'll be
building a case against him.

He asked me to help him.

Angie, I don't think you should be
meddling in an active investigation.

Again. I'm not meddling.

Mike. You can never say no to that young
man.

Are you forgetting that I'm the one who
ended things?

And I broke your heart.

Well, what was I supposed to do?

I had my life here in Philadelphia, and
he wanted to go off and see the world.

I wasn't going to hold him back.

He's in trouble, Dad.

And he doesn't have anyone else.

Are you sure that's all this is?

Yes.

I'm sure.

Well, besides, right now is not exactly
the best time for romance.

But you're the one that's always saying
romance can happen at any time.

There's an asterisk for murder
investigations.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

Toxicology report on the Penn murder.

They found strychnine in her system.

Have them run it again.

Again? Yeah.

The witness has pen collapsing shortly
after receiving the water bottle from

Ethan Plume, right?

Mm -hmm.

Now, strychnine, it takes a minimum of
20 minutes before it starts even

manifesting symptoms.

Okay. So if this is our poison, then...
It had to have been consumed much

earlier. There you go. Very good.

You're good.

I'm Detective Carter, looking for Sylvia
Donner.

Oh, look no further.

Come on in.

It's a pen name.

No one wants to read a book about
romance from someone named Neil

You have a minute to answer some
questions about Beatrice Penn? Of

were just about to sit down for tea.

Oui.

Of course.

Hello? Yeah.

Welcome.

So, I understand you're supposed to be
on this romance writers panel with Miss

Penn? Yeah.

What happened?

Alternator.

Car conked out on me before I could make
it three blocks.

My wife's been telling me to get it
checked out, but I put it off.

That's the car that's in the drive right
now?

No, our SUV.

We should probably sell it, but I've had
it so long, I'm kind of attached to it.

So you didn't make it to the hotel at
all?

Got the call to AAA and a bruised ego to
prove it.

Historical romance, sword and sandals,
something with a brooding male lead.

I think that'll be right up your alley.

Seduction in the arena?

Three weeks on the bestsellers list.

Thank you, but I prefer mysteries.

I write those too. I got a new one
coming out next fall.

I'll get you an advanced copy.

Can we get back to Beatrice Penn,
please?

Oh, right.

Have you spoken with Helen Travers?

The other writer there on the panel?

A lot of bad blood there.

The two of them could barely stand being
in the same room together.

I'm actually surprised they both agreed
to do the panel.

And she told you this?

It's a small community.

Everyone knows everything about
everyone.

Do you know how the feud started?

Yeah, a couple years ago there was a big
dust -up at a writer's retreat.

What kind of dust -up? Helen was set to
headline a workshop.

Very prestigious. And a huge boon coming
off her first book.

Then Beatrice's schedule opened up at
the last minute and she bumped Helen

off the poster.

Things got... Quite heated, Helen was
asked to leave.

After it happened, Helen started telling
anyone that would listen that Beatrice

used a ghostwriter for her books.

Did she?

Personally, I think it was sour grapes,
but it infuriated Beatrice.

And they've been trading blows in the
press ever since.

Oh.

I didn't realize we had guests.

Rebecca. It's my wife, Rebecca. Rebecca,
this is, uh... Angie Dove.

You never told me you know Angie Dove.

Stick with me.

It's nice to meet you.

The pleasure is all mine.

Wow. Angie Dove. She'll find you love.

Oh, I'm sorry. You must be her sister?

No, I'm Detective Carter.

You're here about Beatrice Penn.

Oh.

Such a tragedy.

My heart goes out to her family.

So it looks like you got those car
troubles fixed.

Car trouble?

Yeah, you remember, honey, it stalled
out on me the day of the convention. I

told you that. Oh, of course.

Right. Not to forgive my wife. I think
she's a little starstruck.

Honey, you should have used the good
china.

Oh, no, no. Everything has been
wonderful.

You have a lovely home, by the way.

I just love your show so much. I never
miss it. You know, we're filming an

episode later this week. You should come
to the set.

Oh, no.

No, I couldn't.

You would be my guest.

Yes, yes, yes.

Wow, thank you.

He's hiding something.

Yeah, everyone is.

Do you notice how he shifted in his seat
when you asked about the car?

Well, it is an intimidating situation.

Police interrogation? Oh, tea time with
the great Angie Dove.

So, I guess we should talk to Helen
Travers next.

Oh, Helen was on stage when the murder
happened. She wasn't even in the

chain of possession.

The bottle wasn't poisoned backstage.

What do you mean?

Well, it couldn't have been.

Strychnine takes at least 20 minutes to
take effect.

How do you know that?

Google.

How do you know what kind of poison was
used?

Oh, it was in today's paper.

Well, the afternoon update of the online
edition of today's paper.

I have alerts on my phone. The coroner
was supposed to have redacted that

report. I don't know what to tell you.

Beatrice was a high -profile figure.

There's a lot of public interest.

Oh, I know.

So, we should talk to Helen.

You know, such a big window of
opportunity.

I mean, everyone at the convention is a
suspect.

Everyone, huh?

Including you?

Really?

I'm not going to dignify that with an
answer.

Are those next week's matches?

Oh, no, no.

Possible murder suspect.

You know what? It's probably better that
I don't ask. I'll come back later.

Do you know where we could find Helen
Travers?

When I spoke to her at the convention,
she mentioned getting away to write.

Did she say where?

No, but I could ask around.

Maybe her manager knows.

She's probably holed up in a hotel room
somewhere.

Hotel room?

Beecher said she was going back to her
hotel room to freshen up before the

panel.

I wonder if something in that room could
tell us more about how she spent the

final hour of her life.

Hello. Checking in?

No, I was hoping you might be able to
help me.

Well, I'll certainly try.

I misplaced my room key, and I'd love to
get another one.

No problem.

Great. Your room number?

721.

I'm sorry, there are no current
reservations for room 721.

Normally I don't like doing this, but
I'm Angie Dove.

From the matchmaker with Angie Dove.

It's on Saturday evening, 7 .30 to 8.

I prefer cooking shows.

Just really time sensitive.

But I get up there.

Oh, wait.

Right here.

See, written in the stars, Philadelphia.

Welcome, special guest, Angie Dove.

Angie Dove.

I'm sorry I don't see it.

Really?

I thought it was a pretty good likeness.

Is there anything else I can help you
with today?

No.

Excuse me.

Can I please get some extra towels in
here?

Oh, I'm not... I will be right with you.

Towels are on the rack.

I also refilled your shampoos. I noticed
you were out.

Oh, thank you.

First date?

That obvious?

To me.

Meeting someone for dinner.

Went to high school together, but I
never had the guts to ask her out.

I really want to make a good first
impression.

Second first impression?

Try the blue.

Brings out your eyes.

Before you go down there, just take a
few deep breaths and relax.

You're going to do great.

Thank you.

Oh, wait.

You're... It's him.

Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't possibly...
Ain't this... Okay.

Thanks.

What am I looking at?

Evidence, I think.

Maybe.

I found that cuff link in Beatrice's
hotel room.

Is it yours?

No.

It's monogrammed EP.

It's not mine, Angie.

Okay.

You think it belongs to the person who
murdered Beatrice?

Oh, so the cuff link fits?

Well, we'll know more after the police
run tests or fingerprints or... No.

You can't show the police.

But if it's not yours... It has my
initials on it.

According to you, it had someone else's
initials on it. Well, how do I prove

that? By showing them the receipt from
when I didn't buy them?

Well... Look, we just can't give the
police another reason to look my way.

Ethan, we're going to figure out who
really did this.

There's no reason to hide from the
truth.

Right?

So, what's the secret of Lover's Lane?

Oh, I have no idea. Only on the first
chapter.

It's research.

What can I do for you, Angie?

I have a tip for you.

If this is about my hairstyle again, I'm
good.

No, it looks great.

Oh, thanks.

Beatrice... had a room at the hotel.

I know.

721, we did a sweep.

Well, you may want to sweep again.

Why?

Call it a hunch.

Ted Penn.

He works at Amore Trattoria?

That's awfully close to the convention
site.

Thank you for your hunch, Angie. I
really appreciate it. Is there anything

I can do for you today?

No.

Just, um...

Let me know when you find it. You know,
I can't share details about an ongoing

investigation with you.

I meant the secret of Lover's Lane.

Oh, you'll be the first to know.

You know, she's taller in person.

Okay.

What do you got for me?

Ah, background on Neil Garfunkel. Not
for a DUI a couple years back, but

otherwise, he's squeaky clean.

Okay, what about the disgruntled fan?

We asked convention staff, yes, but
still no name.

Oh, keep asking.

Thanks. You got it.

I got your message. What was so
important I had to come right over? I

perfect place for Nancy and Peter's
date.

Amora Trattoria.

A restaurant.

Ah, what better way for two people to
connect than over some wine and tapas?

put Nancy and Thomas in a hot air
balloon. It'll be great.

Trust me.

Anyway, we have a meeting with the head
chef and owner, Ted Penn. What? Penn? As

in Beatrice Penn?

They're maybe a tangential connection.

How tangential?

Husband.

Are you using the show as a cover for a
rogue murder investigation?

No, I'm multitasking.

So, what's the story?

Okay, all right. So, according to
Margaret, Ted and Beatrice were

divorce was imminent.

I mean, Beatrice was very wealthy.

What did Ted stand to lose in a divorce?

Where was he on the day she was
murdered? Claimed he was working. And

to confirm his alibi? And to try the
crab cakes.

If those are good, everything will be
good.

Miss Dove, let me just tell you that I
am thrilled that you would consider my

restaurant for your show.

I am curious how you chose us.

Oh, um, I saw a write -up.

Ah, I see.

Well, now, I'm thinking that we...

offer a menu that's fun and flirty, one
that really promotes conversation.

Now, these are some of the things we can
do. For example, we could start with a

lovely amuse -bouche. We do a warm goat
cheese tart.

Bad breath.

Just a jumping -off point. We have a
very diverse menu.

You might actually want to consider some
of the specials that we've had. Now,

we've had some tremendous feedback on
social media.

For example...

This is our tomato pie, and it is a
showstopper.

And we have delicious crab cakes.

May I? Please.

Thank you.

Oh, these look wonderful.

How many choices?

It might take me a minute to just narrow
it down.

Oh, Mr.

Penn, would it be possible to see back
-of -the -house operations for

purposes?

Camera. Lighting.

Of course. In fact, you can sample some
of our dishes.

Great.

I'll catch up with you. I'm just going
to...

I

read his text messages with Beatrice,
and she wanted to meet with him the

before she was murdered.

Well, did they meet up?

I don't know. The text stopped after
that.

But she wanted to talk about something
important.

Well, maybe she was finally serving him
with divorce papers.

I don't know.

Hey, those crab cakes were good though,
right?

Yeah, yeah.

Sure this is the place?

Yeah, 304 Bridge.

We could just knock on her door.

I guess.

Hi, can I help you folks?

We're looking for Caroline Higgins.

Higgins? How do you know Caroline?

We're friends.

We're friends of the family.

Friends. Do you know when she might be
back? Caroline doesn't live here

When did she move?

Last week. Very abruptly. Zero notice.

Um, if you do see her, would you ask her
to contact me?

Okay. Thanks.

Uh, who breaks the lease with no notice?

Someone who doesn't want to be found.

So, I reviewed the surveillance footage
from the break -in like you asked.

This SUV passes the gate three times in
20 minutes.

Almost as if the driver's circling the
block.

Time? About an hour before the break
-in.

I mean, they could be lost.

Oh, you could be making sure the coast
is clear.

Did you manage to pull a plate?

I tried.

The best footage we have is no better
angle.

Okay. Well, I'll send it down to
forensics, see if they have any luck.

work. Thanks.

Caroline Higgins brings our suspect list
up to four.

An hour?

Well, every Sherlock needs a Watson.

I thought I was here for a production
meeting.

Okay.

All right.

We have Neil, all right? He was the
third author on the panel where beaches

collapsed. Did he do something to raise
your suspicions at the panel? He never

showed. How could he have done it then?

Just because no one saw him doesn't mean
he wasn't there.

He claimed to have car trouble.

You think he was lying.

Well... He says he has proof, but the
timing was convenient.

Then there's Helen Travers.

She has a history of bad blood with
Beatrice. I mean, a lot of animosity

And she was backstage at the panel and
would have access to Beatrice's drink.

Well, that wouldn't imply guilt because
the drink wasn't poisoned backstage.

How do you know that?

Google. But Helen's VIP status would
have allowed more access to the drink

before then, if that's even how Beatrice
was poisoned.

And then there's Ted Penn, Beatrice's
ex.

Beatrice was contemplating a divorce.

As her husband, he likely stood to
inherit the fortune.

If she divorced him, not so much.

But I think she was still in love with
him.

Are you missing someone?

Who?

Ethan Plume.

No, no, I'm trying to prove that he
didn't do it.

Oh, he must have had a compelling
motive. He was arrested, after all.

Well, I don't have a picture of him.

This is Ethan?

You sure do have a type.

Tall, dark, and brooding.

Okay, one X does not make a type.

What about Detective Carter?

What?

I don't... That is not a thing. I'm
not... I'm just not...

Hello? Hey, I found Helen Travers.

Great. What's the address? I'll text it
to Kyle.

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Traffic was a nightmare.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean? I'm the one who sent
you the address.

Yeah, but I assume that's where your
involvement ended.

Oh, you know what they say about
assumptions.

Thank you. Thank you.

When Ethan said Helen was on a writer's
retreat, I thought it would be a little

more day spa.

A little less cabin in the woods.

It's not too late to turn back.

Nice try.

So we should have a strategy going in.

I'm thinking good cop, bad cop.

Do you have a preference?

I can go either way, but you do have a
natural scowl that would lend itself to

bad cop.

Well, that's the one.

Oh, good. We go straight.

It's a blaze. It marks the trail for
hikers.

Yeah, I know what it is. I'm just
surprised you do.

Oh, my mom's an avid hiker.

I tagged along on all sorts of trails
growing up.

I never would have taken you for the
outdoorsy type.

And why is that?

Oh, I'm just surprised, that's all.

I love nature.

My heels, not so much.

Well, I used to go camping with my
brothers all the time. I made it into

tradition.

Oh, what did you like about that?

Common ground.

Who'd have thought?

You know, we're not that different.

Yeah? How do you figure?

Well, we're both public servants.

People trust you to solve their murders,
and they trust me to solve their love

lives. I think it's a little bit
different. I mean, I'm dealing with life

death. That's your nerve into a singles
mixer in the city.

No. Oh, I got you. I got you.

Thank you.

We made it.

Oh, we did?

Miss Travers?

What is she doing?

Finding her center?

45 minutes of daily meditation helped
the muse.

But I suppose five will have to do for
today.

Well, sorry for the interruption, but we
just had a few questions about Beatrice

Penn.

Like why just days after her murder
you're hiding out in the middle of

We never settled on a bad cop, so I just
ran with it. Was that okay?

I'm on a deadline.

I come up here to block out the outside
world and to get away from distractions.

What was your relationship with Beatrice
Payne?

Professional acquaintances.

We've heard bitter rivals is a better
way to describe you.

I'm sorry.

I thought you were a matchmaker.

Oh, I do that too.

It's no secret she and I have a rocky
past.

Is it true that you started the rumor
that she didn't write her own books?

I used to admire Beatrice, but after a
few conversations, it was clear that she

wasn't who she presented herself to be.

How's that?

I've read the Gilded Hearts books, and
let's just say, I'm not sure she has.

But if you ask me, if you want to know
who killed Beatrice Penn, there's only

one person you should be looking at.

Margaret Vincent.

Her sister?

It seems so close.

Margaret has always been in Beatrice's
shadow.

It's not a nice place to be.

Speaking from experience?

Sure, she had better book sales, but
there's no accounting for taste.

Beatrice had a bad temper, and Margaret
was usually on the receiving end. She

would blow up about the tiniest thing. A
person can only take so much, you know?

You think she could actually hurt her
own sister?

It wouldn't be the first time.

What do you mean?

Rumor has it that so -called accident
that left Beatrice with the cane wasn't

accident at all.

Margaret said Beatrice flipped on some
rock.

I'm sure she did.

Hey.

Got the plate of that SUV circling the
Penn State the night of the break -in.

All right, you pulled registration?

Sure did.

Belongs to Ted Penn.

I surprised my father with third row
seats.

We're in the first baseline.

We almost caught a line drive.

Do you like baseball?

Not really, no.

This isn't going well.

Show him up to him.

Just give it some time.

He's a catch.

She looks like she wants to throw him
back.

Patience.

Sorry, you have...

Oh, uh, I think it's just finger pain.

One of my kids must have got me the
other day.

How many kids do you have? 32.

I'm a teacher.

Really? Yeah, second grade.

You know, I never saw myself going into
education, but there's something about

working with kids that's really
inspiring.

Yeah. Yeah, there is.

It's like you get to be a part of
someone's biggest moments, sharing their

little victories.

I'm probably boring you. No.

No, you're not. I know exactly what you
mean.

I mentor student athletes.

That is why you should never judge a
book by its cover.

You were right.

Told you.

From here on out, smooth sailing.

I can't just come into my place and work
like this. Look, I'm telling you, this

is some kind of a mistake.

I haven't done anything wrong.

Cut.

The date will certainly be a memorable
one.

You said you were at home the night of
the break -in. I was.

You mind explaining what you were doing
in Beatrice's house?

Technically, it's still my house, too.

Okay, we weren't divorced.

Then why all the subterfuge?

Why'd you circle the block three times?
Why didn't you just walk right in?

Look, it's no secret that Margaret
wasn't exactly my biggest fan.

I'd hoped to slip in and out of the
house unnoticed to avoid a

What were you doing in the den?

There were some items I wanted to
retrieve.

They held some value to me.

Sentimental or monetary?

Both.

That still doesn't explain why you felt
the need to break in.

Beatrice's will left everything to
Margaret.

If I'd waited for her to sort through
the possessions of the home, You should

contest my claim.

I just wanted what was mine.

This yours?

Yeah.

Long story.

What's this?

Our production schedule.

Are you planning any arrests at these
dates or locations?

Well, not at the moment, but... That's
the second dessert you torpedoed.

Guess that means I owe you one.

I may hold you to that.

Okay.

I'll leave this with you here, just in
case.

That's good.

Then I'll know where you're at.

Paige, relax.

Just send me all the footage we have.
I'm sure there's enough to salvage the

episode. You playing in the charity
basketball game next weekend?

I love 43. He's got a new big boy about
6 '9". I think he's a ringer.

No, no. I'm actually going to head out
to Deep Creek with Lucy.

Lucy? Oh, I bet you'll love that.

Yeah.

All right. Angie!

I took your advice. I had the
conversation with Paul to see where the

relationship was going.

And?

Congratulations. Thank you so much.

Okay, let's go. Where you're going,
you're not going to be dating anyone for

while.

Hello?

Why is my name on this very colorful
board?

Caroline. My landlord gave me your card.

He asked why I never mentioned I was
close personal friends with Angie Dove.

I may have slightly exaggerated our
relationship.

Why?

Because I wanted to ask you about
Beatrice Penn.

I have nothing to do with her.

You mean, aside from some pretty angry
letters and a trip to Evergreen

Publishing?

You think I had something to do with her
death because of some fan mail?

I'm not accusing you of anything. I
just...

I want to know what she did to make you
so upset.

My grandmother bought me the Gilded
Hearts books a few years ago.

They're her favorite.

She wanted to share them with me.

So she'd make us tea and we'd talk about
the characters for hours.

It brought her so much joy, you know?

And then she got sick.

I'm sorry.

The books mean so much to her.

I know what would mean the world if she
could finish the trilogy.

It's been two years since the last book
was announced. I thought if Beatrice

knew how little time she had... But she
never responded.

I would have accepted a no.

I understand it was a lot to ask.

But to ignore my letters?

It just made me really mad.

Why did you leave your apartment so
suddenly?

I moved in with my grandmother.

Her health declined.

He needed me.

Is this a good time?

Sure.

Please excuse the mess. The movers are
due tomorrow.

I still have so much packing left to do.

You're selling the house?

Yeah. Yeah, I had an interested buyer as
soon as I listed it.

Well, it must be hard.

I'm sure it holds a lot of memories for
you.

Well, that's exactly what I'm hoping to
get away from.

I spoke to Carolyn Higgins. You found
her?

She found me.

It turns out her grandmother is very
sick, and she'd hoped Beatrice might

an early manuscript of the third book in
the series.

And she was angry when her letters went
unanswered. Yeah. I can understand that.

You know, this series has come to mean a
lot to many people.

What is the status of the last book?

Well, it's finished.

Oh. Well, why hasn't it come out?

Well, the situation is complicated.

Is Evergreen publishing?

Among other things.

Yeah.

You're a writer?

Uh, no.

There's only one writer in the family.
It wasn't me.

I was going to make some tea. Did you
want some?

Um, sure.

in one of the boxes, and it was open.

There are harmless applications to rat
poison, like vermin control.

Tell that to the rats.

Look, Angie, it's a piece of the puzzle.

It's not the whole puzzle.

I just can't believe that Margaret would
kill her own sister.

Sweetheart, your instincts are usually
right.

What do you think?

It's really nice.

Yeah.

Somebody else painted it, right?

Yeah. That's okay.

Thank you guys so much for coming by.

We're excited to be here.

Oh, we can take those for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Here is our set where Angie will take
the final decision on today's couple.

These cameras feed to a monitor over
there, so you'll be able to watch it as

happens. Wow, exciting.

So, Peter, how was your date with Nancy?

Before or after the police raid?

It was nice.

I felt like we really connected.

Me too.

That's why I asked you here today.

I believe that Peter is Nancy's perfect
match.

Now, Peter, would you like to see Nancy
again?

I'd love to, yeah. Okay.

Well, I spoke with Nancy before the
show, and now the choice is hers. If

like to go on a second date, she'll join
us here on set.

Nancy, the moment of truth.

Do you agree that Peter is your perfect
match?

It was so moving.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I admit, I was
a little worried Nancy might not come

out on stage.

Well, it's just for the cameras. I would
never set Peter up like that if I

didn't know Nancy was a guest.

Ah, I appreciate a dramatic reveal.

Would you like to meet the happy couple?

Oh, we'd love to. Of course.

Thank you, Angie. This has made her a
whole year.

Oh, my pleasure.

It's been hard, you know, with the book
tour and release schedule.

We haven't seen a lot of each other.

It means a lot to you, huh?

Oh.

Love of my life.

Good night, Carl.

You have a good night, Mr.

Margaret, can we talk?

Is everything all right?

I don't know what to do.

He always knew what to do, and now she's
gone.

Why don't you sit down and tell me
what's wrong?

Everything.

I never meant to hurt her. You have to
believe me.

What do you mean?

I haven't been honest with you.

Is this the final book in the trilogy?

I don't understand.

Did you have something to do with
Beatrice's death?

No. Of course not.

Then... The accident?

She was everything that I wasn't.

Just pretty.

Popular.

I idolized her.

That day at the quarry, I followed her
onto that ledge.

I wanted everyone to believe that I was
just as brave as my big sister.

And she got mad at me for tagging after
her, and we argued.

She was trying to get away from me when
she flipped.

And then she never danced again.

Her dream was gone in an instant. I
stole that from her.

So you gave her yours?

Well, fame and fortune were always meant
for her.

So I wrote the book and let her have the
spotlight.

I could never hurt my sister.

How could I have already taken so much
from her?

Margaret, you were a kid.

You can't carry this burden forever.

I don't know what to do.

I have an idea on where to start.

Hi, Caroline.

Is your grandmother home?

Burning that midnight oil, eh, Mr. Dove?
Yeah.

I really just have some things to wrap
up.

All right.

Oh, you can head home.

I'll be fine.

Sweet.

Forensics just came in on the cuff link.

Hey, hold on.

We got a hit.

Partial print.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare
you. I think I left my scarf here.

Oh, that's fine. I'll help you find it.

It's blue.

Cashmere. It was a gift from my wife.
I've turned the whole house over looking

for it. I'm sure we can track it down.

Thanks. Oh, before I forget, I brought
you an advanced copy of my new book as a

thank you.

Oh, the mystery.

I hope you like it.

Deadly by surprise.

Catchy. I just optioned it as a TV
movie.

I, uh... I thought your pen name was
Sylvia Donner.

Oh, that's only for the romance stuff. I
go by Eli Price for everything else.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

You know what? We should split up.

Cover more ground.

Good idea. I'll go this way. All right.

Detective

Carter,

I'm on the matchmaker set with Neil.

I think he killed Beatrice.

I got all the way to the garage, forgot
my keys.

I am so happy to see you.

Well, what's wrong?

Neil, you don't want to do this.

What gave me away?

The cuff link in Beatrice's room that
had the initials EP.

A gift from a fan.

I hadn't realized I'd lost one.

A lot can be overlooked in the heat of
the moment.

Why did you do it?

Beatrice forced my hand.

She was going to tell my wife about her
affair.

I couldn't let that happen.

You and Beatrice?

Book tours get lonely.

We both regretted it.

But Beatrice, she wanted a fresh start
with her husband, insisted on coming

clean, but in order to save her
marriage, she'd be destroying mine.

So you went to her hotel room before the
panel. Yeah, I wanted to try and

convince her. And when you couldn't, you
flipped something into her drink? That

was a contingency plan.

Okay? All of this ugliness could have
been avoided if she just listened to

reason.

You know, I... I could help you.

How?

Your wife. She respects me. I could talk
to her.

What would you say?

Well, relationships can bounce back from
hardships. They do all the time. In

fact, they just become more battle
-tested.

You really think she'd listen?

Yeah.

One second, Thad.

I'll try to move on.

You going to be all right?

Yeah. Thanks, Chief.

Stay out of trouble, would you?

Hey, I got a question for you.

What would possess you to throw a rack
of clothing onto him?

I thought you wanted me to.

You gave me a look, like... No, the look
I gave you was, get the heck out of

there.

That's an entirely different look. That
would be like... Look, don't beat

yourself up about it, but try to
remember for next time.

No, no, no. There's not going to be a
next time.

Hmm.

How did you get here so fast?

Oh, I was on my way to see you.

You were?

Mm -hmm.

Forensics came back to the cuff like
Neil's wife told me I could find him

Ah.

Well, thank you for the save.

You're welcome.

Well, Neil.

Found it.

Oh, let's go.

I can't thank you enough. You

really came through for me.

I'm just glad justice was served.

When you get a minute, swing by the
office. I want to talk to you about

a book for us.

Oh.

Does this mean you're staying at
Evergreen Publishing?

Promise is a promise.

And it's what my mother would have
wanted.

Okay, maybe it's what I want, too.

That's so great.

I guess this means we're neighbors.

Yeah.

Well, see you around, Ange.

Bye. Bye.

Oh.

Hi. Hey there.

Hey. What are you doing?

Hey. Hey. What are you doing here?

Oh, I was just meeting a friend.

Yeah? Small world. Yeah.

I didn't know you had a dog. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, there's a lot of stuff you don't
know about me.

What's her name?

Her name is Lucy.

Hi, Lucy.

That's a pretty name.

Thanks. Story behind that?

Oh, yeah.

Very long story.

So, uh, what do you... Oh.

Work.

Duty calls.

Off to save another damsel with a
distressing social calendar.

Well, good luck with that.

Thanks.

I guess I'll see you around.

Thanks.

I still owe you that dessert.

Yeah, you do.

Study true crime. No one leaves until
they've been searched.

Is there anything I can do to help?

What are we even looking for? I don't
know what we're looking for yet.

Come look what I found. It's a body.