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[perky] Morning!

Hi, Nelly.

Oh, Nelly, join us!

Not today! I gotta run.

I got your recipe. I sent it!

Granny Lu, you are a lifesaver!

Good morning.

Cutting it close.

Editor's deadline's in 15 minutes.

Ooh! ♪ Not for me! ♪

I traded Granny Lu's apple pie recipe

for an extra 30 minutes.

Of course you did.

-[Nelly chuckles] -Well,

I'm finally catching up on last week's column,

and I'm still trying to figure out

who in Babbleton wrote to you.

Mm!

"Dear Nelly-- My family used to be close,

but they moved away,

and some of them stopped speaking to us." Aw!

"It's been years,

and now I have difficult news we feel compelled to share,

but seeing them gives us anxiety.

So, should I share the truth

or stay safe and avoid them?

Sincerely, Estranged in Babbleton."

You see, I can't tell

if "Estranged" is one person

or two. -Yes.

"We" feel compelled to share...

...but "my" family and "I" have news.

What are they confessing?

I don't know, but it's something big.

"Dear Estranged,

I know it can be hard to face the truth..."

[in unison] "...especially with family."

[Fiona] "Reunion often feels scary

but could be just what you need."

[Burgi] "Honesty is the best policy,

even when the truth is unpopular."

-[thwack] -That Nelly Parker--

she sure is something.

Mm-hmm.

You've been, um, seeing her around?

Sure. It's Babbleton, after all.

[♪♪♪]

[Fiona] So, how's it going with "Detective Dreamy"?

Have you seen him lately?

Once in a while.

Okay, because I'm seeing

a lot of milkshakes and coffee breaks.

Are you going on any actual dates?

-Mm-- mm! -[phone rings]

Okay. All right.

Okay, I think it's time to take matters into your own hands.

Ask the guy on a date.

Hello?

Hi!

Yes. Uh...

Yeah, I could do that.

Right now?

Uh, sure.

Uh-huh. Yea-- Oh.

Ye-- Toodles!

"Toodles"?

She said it first. [sighs]

[quietly] That was Palmer Arlott--

[quieter] ..."Estranged in Babbleton".

The widow who lives in the manor?

Yeah. [stammers]

Now she's freaking out about the advice I gave her,

and she wants me to go there, like, right now.

It's weird, right?

I think I have to go.

Yeah. Wow!

I mean, everybody talks about the widow,

but I don't know anyone who's actually

been there in real life.

Really?

I think she has an actual butler.

She's, like, this glamorous recluse.

Well, I suspect

she's not accustomed to being told "no,"

so...

[dryly] Toodles.

[chuckling]

[♪♪♪]

...And I notified the family

we'll be making an announcement,

but it's been three years

since we spoke with Clara, my sister-in-law,

and my brother, Hux-- five.

Ohh! We're dreading it, aren't we, Moxie?

Mrs. Arlott--

Oh, call me Palmer, dear.

"Palmer," uh...

y-you haven't told me what exactly you're announcing,

or... why you're estranged.

Can you relate

to years of silences and drama, Nelly?

No, I cannot...

but I do empathize.

Well, you wrote that "honesty can be unpopular."

Mm-hmm--

They're coming to eat at my table!

They're staying the night.

My anxiety is escalating.

[Nelly] Oh...

Thank you, Norman.

I-If you could just, uh, explain to me...

We had a brilliant idea, Nelly.

You will attend dinner this Saturday evening.

Oh!

You can help us implement your advice,

provide guidance,

be our right-hand woman at the table.

Right, Moxie?

So, that's not exactly how it works, normally.

[panting]

Y-Yeah, but I could-- I could do that.

Thank you,

and despite an airing of grievances,

it will be a glamorous affair.

Won't it, Norman?

Indeed, Madam.

You know, my late husband held the family together

much better than I ever could.

I just have this feeling

that something bad is coming our way.

Bad? But how so?

Well, tempers flare!

And I'm afraid things might get out of hand.

[stammers] Out of hand? Uh...

[Moxie panting]

Could I bring a plus-one?

Ooh... like, a plus-one?

That's a great idea!

Finally, a real date.

Well, it's more of, like, a work thing,

and that's why I wanted to ask him

on his way home from lunch

in three... two...

one.

[snaps fingers]

[Fiona] Look at you. Like clockwork.

He's a man of routine.

Is that... Josh Ward?

We went to Camp Trailblazer together and...

wow, he grew up!

Maybe say hi.

On it.

Hey...

-Long time no see. -So...

I don't think I've seen you since we were 13 years old.

Guess who's not the new guy anymore.

[awkwardly] Mm-hmm!

Um, okay, so...

I was gonna ask you a favor.

Would you be willing

to be my plus-one for a dinner party?

Was that the favor?

Yeah. Well, because in this case, I--

Nelly, are you asking me out on a date?

Because if you are, I would be...

well, I would be thrilled.

-You would? -Yeah, absolutely, I would!

Okay. Um, I--

Okay, I just should tell you--

Would I be meeting friends and family?

-So, neither. -Okay.

The host is actually a prominent Babbleton figure,

and we'd be meeting her family.

Oh, do I have to wear a suit?

[radio crackles] Mick?

Ward? Sheriff Burgi. Do you copy?

-Requesting a 12-9. -A "12-9"?

She wants our location in relation to the diner.

Josh!

We forgot Burgi's burgers. We gotta go back.

"Burgi's burgers."

Burgi's burgers. It's funny, right?

Okay. Anyway, I'd better go.

Oh, so I'll pick you up on Saturday at 6:00 p.m.?

Yes. It's a date...

Nelly.

[♪♪♪]

Okay!

[door thuds]

Uh-uh-uh!

Oh!

Allow me, please. Chivalry is not entirely dead.

Oh! Thank you.

You're very welcome.

[door thuds]

[slam]

Oh! Geez!

What-- What are we doing?

I was just tying my shoe. That's all.

Okay.

Oh!

[♪♪♪]

That was weird.

Hmm? What?

Oh, hey, look! Front door. Come on, let's go.

[bemused chuckle]

[doorbell chiming]

Good evening, Miss Parker.

Thank you.

-Sir. -Hey.

[door thuds]

Welcome to Arlott Manor.

Thank you.

I'll alert Madam Arlott to your arrival.

That would be lovely.

Wow.

The Arlotts date back to the founding of Babbleton.

Oh, Nelly!

-Oh. -You look lovely.

[smooch]

I'm so delighted you could join us.

I'm Palmer, and this is Moxie.

Michael Hogan. Very nice to meet you.

Uh, your house is absolutely incredible.

Thank you. I'm very fortunate.

And this little guy, huh? Cute as a button!

Oh... and he approves of you!

[Moxie pants]

Hmm!

Oh.

[hushed] What would happen if he didn't approve of me?

-Be nice. -Just asking.

[indistinct chatter]

-Cheers. -Oh, cheers.

Do you have any idea why we are here?

-None. -So glad you made it.

Thanks for inviting me.

It's been too long.

[Palmer] Have you been getting along...

So, what's it like to be surrounded

by out-of-towners that you don't know?

I still have my intuition.

Intuition, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Okay. All right, hotshot.

Uh, show me your magic.

How about, um... the lady in white?

Oh. Hmm.

Uh...

very elegant.

A painter, I think.

Palmer mentioned a sister-in-law.

I think that's probably her.

[Michael] Hmm!

Estranged, up until tonight.

"Estranged."

Bold call.

Married, uh, to Mr. Velvet?

[Nelly] No.

So I think he is...

Palmer's brother,

and he is her nephew,

son of him.

Now, her, I don't know.

Uh... maybe his girlfriend?

Oh... no.

There's no chemistry.

-Hmm. -Maybe a cousin?

The widow Arlott had no children of her own.

How'd you pick up on that?

Everyone in Babbleton knows that.

Ah, I see.

What about the, uh, gentleman she's talking to?

[Nelly] I don't know.

He really doesn't seem like he fits in with anybody here.

[Michael] Well, I know that guy.

He's got "lawyer" written all over him.

Look at you!

I get one.

Palmer's lawyer. Mm.

Top up, sir?

Uh, yes, please, Norman. Thank you so much.

Uh, listen, Norman,

are you gonna be serving dinner yourself tonight?

Of course, sir.

Excellent. Great.

Good news.

Perfect.

Well, I guess we have one person left to identify.

The mysterious caterer?

Hmm.

[slurps]

[Clara] Moxie looks happy.

Isn't she marvelous?

So, Clara...

Nelly tells me that you're a painter.

Is that right?

[Clara] Yes. Landscapes.

Nelly, you're familiar with my work?

I... would love to be.

You know, actually, I just noticed

the little bit of paint on your-- it's on your arm.

Oh! [chuckles]

Oh...

[guests chuckling]

I didn't catch what you do.

Not much, these days.

Uh, my nephew was a professional rugby player

for the Highland Wolves.

Oh.

-"Was." -[hurt] Really?

Who wants to talk about what I do?

[Michael] Uh... you--

you must be Teddy's cousin?

[chuckles] No.

I'm Palmer's wicked half-sister.

[Hux] Okay, are we just gonna make small-talk all night?

Palmer, you called us all here for a reason.

Five years of silence,

and now you're stressing everybody out.

Uh, yes, I suppose we've caused a bit of a stir--

Oh, here comes the drama.

...and I apologize.

In the spirit of honesty,

I am changing my will.

That's it?

-Mm-hmm. -Oh, that's why

the lawyer's here.

I thought you were dying.

[chuckles] I'm afraid this decision won't sit well,

but, Adam, you may start drafting my new will this week.

I'll sign it as soon as it's ready.

Of course.

I am leaving my entire estate...

to Moxie.

[chokes and spits]

-[gasping] -[cackling]

[Bree] All of it? We were meant to share,

and now it's all going to a dog?

Arlott Manor? How could you?

That dog?

[Teddy] How does a dog inherit?

[Palmer] Moxie has been loyal

in the years since Edmond passed,

when the rest of you have just abandoned me

in your own way.

"Abandoned"?

How can you blame me?

You and I still talk!

[Palmer] Uh, we do, Teddy,

but Moxie's with me every day of my life.

Palmer has every legal right to make this--

Hey, pal, zip it! Family matters, family business.

[Bree] Why is anyone surprised?

I knew it would come to something like this.

You have always focused on my wealth, Bree.

You always looked down on me for not being a full sister,

flaunting your wealth.

Okay? Leaving me out!

That is outrageous.

I am just getting started.

Madam, perhaps a respite? Cooler heads?

I could serve dessert

in the drawing room in half an hour?

Yum!

[Palmer] You're quite right, Norman.

Thank you.

I should never have come back.

Not with you here.

-Clara. -Clara, sit down.

You know, you always do this.

Is that how you intend to treat the rest of us?

Miss Spencer, please accompany me to the kitchen.

This way.

This isn't over!

[♪♪♪]

What just happened?

I don't know.

Okay.

What did you drag me into?

How do you know those people?

Okay, so Palmer thought

that things were gonna get out of hand tonight.

Now I can see why she wanted my help,

and, w-- just...

I thought that bringing you would be a good idea.

So, Palmer's the woman who wrote you.

"Strange in Babbleton"?

Eh-- uh, "Estranged."

"Estranged in Babbleton."

You're here for the column.

-You're working. -Well, I tried t--

So, technically...

not a date.

It's not not a date?

[door opens]

Is this the hang-out for the non-family?

Uh, yup. Yup, this is it.

I should check on Palmer.

Go ahead.

It's all right, go.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Hmm.

[Clara] There was the treehouse--

do you remember that?

[Norman] Of course, I do, Miss Arlott.

[chuckles]

Excuse me.

Whew! This place is like a time capsule, isn't it?

Do you know Norman's been here for 40 years?

No. Wow!

Yeah.

So how do you know the family?

I'm a friend of Palmer's. I'm actually looking for her.

I'm sorry. And you're Leah?

-Yeah. -Right?

I saw your van and your name right there.

-Dinner was excellent. -Thank you.

Mm.

And you know Michael, right?

How do you two know each other?

Oh, he didn't tell you?

Interesting.

You know, I should probably set this outside.

[piano playing] [♪♪♪]

[Hux] You gotta land on your own two feet, Teddy.

Handouts don't fix anything.

[Teddy] This is everything I knew you'd say.

You make it impossible to talk to you!

Just give me a break.

[Hux] That's because you never listen.

You can't expect others to support you

in a career that's always had an expiry date!

Ahem.

O-Oh!

[chuckling] Watch out!

Everywhere you turn, there's a guest or a butler.

[Nelly laughs]

Nelly, that went horribly.

What am I gonna do next?

Palmer, you were honest...

and... brave and...

...the night can only get better.

[♪♪♪]

[piano music plays over indistinct exchanges]

[door thuds shut]

[conversations hush]

[Palmer] Adam, make me

one of those lovely cocktails from your office.

Ah! Gin smash.

Coming up.

Nelly?

A word?

Uh, yes.

-[loud crackle-pop] -[gasping]

-Someone, hit the lights. -Nelly, it's so dark!

Is it an outage?

-Michael? -It's all right.

-[two gunshots fire] -[crashing]

[screaming]

Oh, my God.

Norman! Were those gunshots?

Let's find out.

[♪♪♪]

He's been shot! Nobody move.

I'm a detective. Everybody, stay back.

[♪♪♪]

[emergency operator] 911. What's your emergency?

This is Detective Michael Hogan.

There's been a murder at Arlott Manor.

Requesting immediate backup.

The bullet whizzed by my head.

It brushed my hair.

Palmer...

What...

What is that?

[Palmer] Is that a bullet hole?

Someone tried to murder me.

Poor Adam paid the price.

Who's got the gun? Hands up!

Let's see the hands! Hands up!

Inside the jacket!

-Okay. -Jacket? And yours, too.

Open your jacket.

The purse-- let's see inside the purse.

Light, please?

I heard a clunk.

-A clunk from where? -I think over there.

Okay. In the corner?

Can I get some light over here, please?

-[clatter-thud] -[gasping]

[Clara] Is that a gun?

[all gasping]

[♪♪♪]

[footsteps and rustling]

[flash bulb pops]

Okay, I wanna get a copy of that report

from the Coroner's office as soon as it comes in, okay?

Hey, guys, make sure I get a clean sample.

Hey, boss.

Got a blown fuse, Mick.

Box was beneath the stairs,

open to anyone who wandered after dinner.

The shooter was right here in this room

and no one saw a thing.

The doors were closed.

Shots rang out no more than five, ten seconds

after the power outage.

Only one door.

Windows don't open.

Yeah.

You got yourself a closed-room mystery, Micky.

Yes, exactly what I was thinking.

Anyway, the first bullet hit Palmer in the hat.

Missed target by an inch, inch and a half.

Second shot hit Adam in the chest.

Palmer was holding Nelly's hand when the shots were fired,

so she's definitely not the killer.

At dinner, the widow announced

that she was gonna disinherit her heirs,

give everything to the dog-- if you can believe that.

So, needless to say, things got a little heated.

Folks have been murdered for less.

Yes, they have.

So... we got the widow's brother, Hux.

[Michael] Yep.

[Burgi] Hux's son, Teddy...

Clara Arlott is the late-husband's sister,

and Bree Spencer is Palmer's half-sister.

And of course,

there is the butler and the caterer in the kitchen--

they couldn't have done it. You know what?

You should interview suspects while they're confined. Okay?

Get some solid evidence.

For a deeper read, you know who to turn to.

-[exhales deeply] -She knows stuff!

Yeah. Yeah, she knows stuff.

[♪♪♪]

What's going on out there?

-We've been so worried. -When can we leave?

Okay, so, just, uh... Nelly?

Can you come with me, please?

Thank you.

Sorry, folks. Ahem.

[♪♪♪]

So...

you okay?

I just feel... like I caused this.

Oh, you didn't cause anything.

I brought them all together with my advice,

and now a man is dead.

Palmer almost died.

That bullet was so close!

Yeah.

I was just trying to help her.

And you are, Nelly. You are helping.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah, of course, anything. You know that.

Who is the caterer, Michael?

Right.

[chuckles weakly]

Look, you're not gonna believe this,

but that's actually my ex-wife.

It's 100% over,

and it has been for a very long time,

it's just...

it was really awkward,

and I was just trying to avoid it.

I just wanted our "not not-a-date" to be perfect,

that's all.

You should've just told me.

Yes, you're right.

I should've just told you. I'm sorry.

And you should've told me that you were working.

I just didn't wanna disappoint you.

Uh-huh.

You were so excited.

[chuckling] I was.

Look, we just gotta push forward.

Tech is collecting trace for the gun-residue test.

Looks like the gun was a weapon of opportunity.

I know I saw that gun after dinner.

Right.

And then we went into the drawing room.

Anybody could've grabbed it after that.

Listen, uh, Nelly...

Burgi thinks

that you've done a real good job

helping out so far,

and she wants you to act as a consultant on this case,

and, uh, well, Babbleton trusts you,

she trusts you.

Yes, I trust you, too.

So, what do you say? Will you help me out?

Are you deputizing me?

No.

"Consultant."

Sherlock Holmes was a consultant!

-Mm-hmm. -Ohh!

I think that makes you my Watson.

I am nobody's Watson.

We're a team!

It's an Arlott family heirloom.

The pistol was carried by Civil War officers.

I've never so much as even touched it.

Mm-hmm. And yet...

you-- you kept it loaded?

Right.

My husband always did.

Okay.

I never changed anything that might go against his wishes.

Was it always kept in the hall?

You mean, did my family know it was there?

Yeah, well... mm.

Yes.

Ohh. Should've been properly stored.

Uh, did you check it for fingerprints?

Oh! Did we?

We'll know more

once all the suspects are loaded into the system.

I understand you're upset.

Upset?

I was blindsided!

The new will, then murder?

That lawyer was only here to assist Palmer.

He didn't deserve this.

[Michael] No one ever does.

You, however, knew about the pistol.

You grew up here. Is that right?

Well, the manor meant more to you than anyone else,

I believe.

It's been in my family for generations--

the memories, the history.

I miss it so much.

But the estrangement--

that was Palmer's doing, not mine.

She drove us all away.

[Palmer] I don't know. They froze me out.

We did nothing to deserve it.

Can you think of any reason Clara might hold a grudge?

I have no idea why she turned on me.

My father, Hamish Arlott, was a traditionalist.

He left the manor to his eldest--

my brother, Edmond.

[Palmer] Well, it doesn't help that Edmond was the son.

I mean, Clara was left with-- ohh--

she might say more insult than inheritance.

Oh...

You got that?

[Clara] There were some savings

and a necklace I'd never seen before.

It meant nothing to me.

Well, I believe she hung on to her savings.

I mean, she always dreamed of buying the others out,

if the time came.

What about the gun?

Yeah, what about the gun?

Well, Clara shoots, but with labradors--

duck hunts.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

I mean, I was standing by the bar.

Nelly's hand was in mine and Adam was beside us.

Yeah, that, uh-- that fits with my memory.

Great.

Um, where was Clara at this point?

[Clara] I was by the fireplace.

I closed my eyes in the dark.

Like this--

Oh. [snickers]

[Michael shushes her]

-Great. Um... -Mm-hmm.

Maybe you could tell us a little bit about the, uh--

the labradors and the duck hunts?

[chortles] Who said anything about that?

How about Hux?

All that target practice at the gun club?

Wouldn't he be the best shot?

I think we're just trying to determine

if you would be comfortable

using a gun like this one.

My father taught me how to shoot,

using the same pistol.

[Nelly] I know you don't wanna think

of any of them doing this--

Bree was somewhere near that back wall,

and the bullet-- I felt it.

[exhales empathetically]

[♪♪♪]

So, Palmer said that Bree was back there,

in the corner somewhere.

That-- That could be significant.

So Bree and Teddy were standing, kind of, like...

here,

and he-- I mean, it would've been very easy--

Bree was here-- for her to just...

pew-pew-- and then--

one, two...

-[pops lips] -Right?

It's great.

It's a-- It's a very convincing reenactment.

But...

how'd you get the gun in your hand?

The purse! Open up the purse!

I hid it... in my handbag!

Remember, she had that handbag?

-Let's see inside that purse! -You looked at it after--

it was empty, there was nothing in it!

Okay, you got something there.

I mean, Palmer and Bree were arguing at dinner--

that makes sense.

But if I was Teddy,

I could've just hidden the gun, like, right under my cardigan,

where no one would've noticed.

Let's just focus on one person at a time.

And Hux! Hux could've done the same thing,

but with his fancy suit jacket, he could've just

opened it up, slid the gun in--

no one would even notice.

-[Michael sighs] -Clara's a bit trickier.

She wasn't wearing a jacket.

She didn't have any sleeves, so... [gasps]

...she could've stashed it

under any of these cushions.

She could've just hid it!

Anyone could've hid it under the cushion.

The cushions!

Th-They're everywhere! Anyone could've.

Thank you, Nelly...

for keeping our options so wide open, but...

I think what we need to do is focus on financial motive.

Who was desperate enough to murder Palmer?

-[snaps fingers] -That's what we need.

Thank you, Norman.

What can you tell us about Hux?

Yeah, how is his, uh-- his money situation?

Mm.

Well, we were all so close back in the day--

Hux, his wife, Clara, Edmond, and me.

Why didn't it last?

[Clara] Well, I suppose Hux can be hard on anyone.

Overly involved. Critical.

I mean, he got that way with me when I declined to invest.

I had been advised not to mix business and family.

Smart.

Yep.

But Hux always muddied the two.

I'm a property developer.

I offered my sister an opportunity-- that's it.

That was five years back.

I was going through a rough patch in my divorce.

Uh, don't read into it.

I couldn't get it off, if I tried.

You could just wiggle it.

[Michael grunts quietly]

Look, um, were you upset that your sister didn't invest?

No. And you know what? I'm not angry

about her inheritance either.

It's her money. It's her dog.

Uh, that is not what you said at dinner.

Yeah, but that's before he found out

you were a detective. -Ah, there we go!

My sister's a recluse

with a small, fluffy dog obsession,

and we're all suffering for it now.

I mean, the lawyer is dead--

We've been told that you're quite the marksman.

Where were you when the lights went out?

Stubbing my toe.

I wasn't shooting anybody,

if that's what you're insinuating.

Why were you wandering around in the dark?

Seems kind of dangerous.

Because I couldn't see.

Wh...

What are you writing?

[Palmer] You could write that Teddy's a good nephew.

He calls occasionally.

No silent treatment, like the rest of 'em,

but he's busy.

Oh, yeah, my Aunt Palmer and I, we talk a lot.

Oh, nice!

Like, "a lot" as in once a week?

Uh, once a month.

I'll pull phone records. It's all right.

Uh, once a season?

Are you guys interviewing non-family as well?

Teddy...

we'll ask the questions, all right?

Yeah, we'll ask the questions.

And I have been wondering about

that argument you had with your dad, after dinner.

Right, right. Rugger scores.

Mm, no. Uh, money.

[♪♪♪]

[thumps pad]

Um, things haven't been going well

since my injury.

My dad takes every opportunity to say "I told you so."

Am I making you nervous at all, Teddy?

No.

Well, yes. I mean, shouldn't I be?

How are you with a gun?

Oh, no, I, uh... [chuckles nervously]

...I can't shoot.

I'm built for tackling-- only that, yeah.

Bit of a life problem these days.

Sure.

[Palmer] The difference is

Bree always detested me.

Wh-- No! Why?

Moxie never trusted her.

Oh... Moxie always knows.

[Bree] Palmer never accepted me--

not the way she accepts Hux, even Clara.

[Michael] Mm.

What could she have done differently?

I mean, I was never asking for a parade.

Were you asking for money?

[Palmer] Bree needs my money.

I mean, she always made this pathetic claim

that I flaunted my wealth.

[Bree] I own a business.

I could get business loans.

I'm sure you can. Do you have any business loans?

Mm.

Am I required to talk about this?

Did Bree tell you that our father

made her take defence courses?

With guns.

With guns?

Back when she was a teenager.

Whoa!

"Defensive handgun training."

That's gonna stick with ya.

Bree knew how to shoot.

[♪♪♪]

This is a joke.

[grumbling sigh]

[♪♪♪]

All right, everyone, listen up.

You gotta stay in Babbleton until further notice.

Well, we're all staying the weekend here anyway.

"Further notice" is not limited to this weekend.

You must remain available for questioning

for the duration of my investigation.

I have assigned a police presence

outside the manor grounds.

Am I safe inside my home?

Oh...

Michael.

Mm?

I think Palmer needs a police officer

in the house.

-What? -Oh!

Michael can stay with you. -Whoa, wh--

He will keep you safe. Right?

That's a sleepover. Cops don't do sleepovers.

What are you talking about?

I can make up an additional room, sir.

-Oh! -W-- [sighing]

Uh, I'm staying at the Babbleton Brooke B&B, so...

Well, there you go. You got it.

Great.

Well, good news!

I'll be staying at the manor with you,

to ensure your safety during my investigation.

That's great news.

[door opening]

I did it.

I found a match for the prints on the gun.

Good job.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[door shuts]

So, I see, uh...

no lawyer?

Don't need one.

All you have are my prints on an old pistol.

That's no smoking gun.

No.

The gun was used in a murder.

You would know your prints were on it

if you pulled the trigger.

Listen, Detective, this is going to sound strange,

but you're a smart guy--

Stop. Stop with the flattery. I was there.

I saw the argument between you and Palmer.

What I would like

is for you to expand on the family dynamic.

For the record, of course.

[deep breath]

Palmer, Hux, and I shared a father.

My mother was his second wife.

They were grown by the time I was born.

Palmer lived at the manor.

I used to visit her with my dad when I was a kid.

Um... I guess what I'm most interested in

is that brief gap in time

before Palmer changed her will

and you could still inherit.

See, I can't help but think

that you were planning to take advantage of that.

Come on!

The pistol was lying on the floor in the hallway.

No one was around, so I put it back.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

The pistol was just... lying there on the floor?

Wow. Incredible!

Yet... so unlikely.

You don't believe me? Ask Nelly what she saw.

Hmm. Maybe I will.

[click]

Thank you.

I bet Palmer's relieved there was an arrest.

Maybe...

but Bree is still family,

whether they like each other or not.

Do you want to see the salon reviews?

Oh!

They say the owner is "tactless..."

"offensive," "cheap."

Someone even claims they're suing her.

I wonder if they followed through with it.

Don't know.

Do you wanna make a suspect board?

[♪♪♪]

No!

[♪♪♪]

So, Clara and Hux blame Palmer for pushing them away.

Palmer blames them for abandoning her.

She and Bree never got along.

Her closest tie in the family

seems to be to her nephew, Teddy.

They talk a few times a year.

Okay. Tell me about Michael's ex.

She cooked an excellent dinner.

She has brown hair.

Likable. Pretty.

Yeah, see?

[clack]

[♪♪♪]

What?

-You were there! -[sighs]

So was Michael.

Yeah, but we didn't do it.

[laughs] Okay.

[clack]

The butler.

[laughing] What is that?

No web presence.

Really? Huh.

[clack]

Who doesn't have a web presence?

[♪♪♪]

[dishes clatter]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

[Nelly gasps and chuckles]

Pardon me, Miss Parker.

Norman! Ha.

Oh, I was, um--

Looking around.

Yes, I was.

Um, but I do have a couple questions for you.

Do you think Bree is... capable of murder?

I suppose I can conceive of it, yes.

Okay!

Uh, secondly...

Palmer said she never touches the pistol,

but who cleans it?

I mean, it works.

I provided the officer

my maintenance schedule last night.

Is it the only gun at the manor?

Inside, yes.

There's a hunting rifle locked up in the stables,

as it should be.

We have sooty grouse and wild turkey on the grounds.

Excellent soup stock.

Yum! [chuckles]

[Michael] Nelly?

Uh... Oh!

I-- Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Hmm!

[click]

[loud thud]

Oh, I, um...

I didn't finish the whip for the mousse,

'cause that's when the power went out.

Right.

So... the younger sister was arrested?

Yeah. Look. Um...

Did you see Bree in the kitchen by any chance?

Yeah, a couple of times,

and I had to keep ushering her out,

because, you know-- I mean...

I was working. -Yeah.

Here.

Three sugars, no cream. Just like you like it.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I still feel shaky from this whole thing.

Leah, I gotta ask--

how did you get the job here?

I just came to cook as a favor.

Palmer used to have a live-in chef, and...

well, you know, the widow has a long-standing glam reputation,

so I thought maybe if I came here,

she would introduce me to some VIP clients,

and that would make up

for the very long drive to Babbleton.

Right.

It has been, um... hard,

rebuilding in a new city.

I moved to Salem.

Mm.

And I heard you got relocated to the force over here.

I just didn't think

that I should look for you, you know?

No. No. It's for the best.

Uh, so, Norman... and you were...

in the kitchen when the power went out?

Yeah, absolutely.

We could barely see anything in here.

But you heard the gunshots?

Yes. It was like it exploded in here.

Then Norman came out of the pantry

with the candlesticks,

and then we ran into the room together,

and that's where we saw the dead body.

Right.

-Mm-hmm. -[cell phone rings]

Uh, it's-- uh, it's the Sheriff.

I'll be right back. Just wait.

You got to be kidding me.

Wow, really is just like old times.

A favor for who?

Hmm?

You said you were asked to work here for a favor.

A favor for who?

Oh, I--

that was just a-- a figure of speech.

All right, well, let me know as soon as you get it, okay?

Okay. Good work.

Oh, hey.

So, the reports came in,

and the gun

matches

the bullet found in the wall,

and in the body,

and the one that made the hole in Palmer's hat.

Now I need a ballistics expert to determine

where the shooter stood, but unfortunately,

he's out of town right now, testifying,

but Burgi's trying to pull some strings to get him back.

Now the bad news.

Oh, no.

Yeah.

No significant gunshot residue was found on Bree's hand--

or anyone else, for that matter.

It makes fingerprints on the murder weapon

a lot less important,

so they're letting Bree go.

Officer Ward is bringing her back right now,

so that'll be so much fun.

Mm-hmm.

And here we are yet again, with everyone.

One room, one weapon,

and no way to rule out any of them

with an alibi or gunshot residue,

or even fingerprints.

All the suspects had everything in common.

Except the personal.

The personal?

I think we're missing something about the estrangement

and their relationships.

Okay.

They all stood to gain the same thing,

but who really wanted Palmer dead?

[floorboard creaks]

I think we're being watched.

I don't like that.

Ah, it'll be all right. Come on, follow me. Let's go.

[♪♪♪]

What is that?

It's Palmer's will-- as it now stands.

It's not a big deal-- I grabbed it from her desk.

Wanted to see what we're missing out on,

and it turns out,

she has to split it equally between the four of us,

like she always said.

You see, the sister I knew

would never cut her family out.

May I?

Yeah, knock-- knock yourself out.

You didn't think she'd change it,

once you stopped speaking to her?

Palmer made her world smaller.

She always got what she wanted, except when Edmond died--

no one thought she wanted that.

Come on, Hux... level with us.

How bad do you need her money?

I don't. Market's great.

I do very well.

Are you sure?

Uh, 'cause financial suffering--

I mean, that would make sense, right?

And it would also explain why you won't help your son. Right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

She heard you arguing in the dining room.

I did.

I also tried to tell him

that he needed a backup plan after pro sports.

I love Teddy, but he doesn't listen.

How did his career end?

Shattered tibia.

Residual limp.

Hasn't had a job in two years. I take it you're not a father?

[laughs] No.

No, I am not.

But I do have one,

and if I needed help, he wouldn't say no.

So...

this is what it's come to for privacy, huh?

Hmm!

And that Hux-- quite the temper on him, huh?

-I know! -Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

Remember when Clara stormed away from the table?

And then that comment she made in the dining room?

I think her feud with Palmer is personal.

Sure, yeah, I guess she could be

the murderer, but... but so could anyone.

[♪♪♪]

Look at you, with the tools of the trade!

[Nelly, gasping] Oh...

[both] Teddy!

The only one who, straight up, can't shoot.

Sheriff said to stay in town,

but she didn't necessarily mean stay in the manor.

Officer Ward saw him sneaking away this morning, too.

Teddy's shoes had mud on them in the drawing room.

Tech found mud trace in the manor.

Well, you're gonna have to follow him,

find out where he's going.

-Sure, I'll do that. -Yeah.

-Thanks for the tip. -Yeah, well...

[Nelly munching]

-Nelly? -Oh!

What are you doing out here?

Just, uh, fresh air, that's all.

Detective Hogan, will you be dining with us tonight?

Norman is reheating the soup.

He will be in shortly.

Palmer, how are you doing?

Your roses are beautiful.

[Palmer] Thank you, Nelly.

They symbolize a new beginning.

Hmm.

[disdainfully] "Soup."

Hey, you want to go for dinner tomorrow night?

Uh, I mean, if you want to, I...

you know, let's face it, you do kinda owe me a real date.

Why don't I cook for you at my place?

Yeah?

Sure! Even better.

Great.

[Fiona] Oh!

Doesn't he love breakfast for dinner?

Make him pancakes! There you go.

-Yes! Oh. -[phone dings]

It's him.

Oh, he got the report on the power outage.

Blown fuse was confirmed legitimate.

No tampering.

Hmm.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm?

[♪♪♪]

Faulty wire-- or frayed wire--

could cause a short circuit,

but how could that be arranged in terms of the timing?

No one touched any cords in the drawing room.

The only other room in the house that had people in it...

was the kitchen!

What?

I just-- I predict a riveting dinner conversation.

Oh, no!

This cannot wait until dinner.

Bye!

[♪♪♪]

[door creaks]

[♪♪♪]

[door creaks]

[clicking]

[click]

[Leah] I didn't finish the whip for the mousse,

'cause that's when the power went out.

[♪♪♪]

[crackle-zap]

[victorious chuckle] Ah!

Nelly, what are you doing?

Leah made the power go out

when she was making the whipped cream!

What? But there's no way

she could've known what she was doing.

Detective, what has happened here?

-[bell clanging] -Uh...

Madam Arlott has been disturbed!

I will see you at my place at 6:00.

[door creaks]

Yeah, I'm... I'm sorry, too.

[Michael] Whoa, pancakes!

Whoo-hoo-hoo, yum!

Well, I really appreciate

you going the extra mile for Palmer's safety.

Yeah, happy to be of service.

And hey, how about that portrait?

Super-weird, right?

I mean, the dog kinda has taken over for the husband.

Who would've thought they were replaced by a Pomeranian?

Who'd have thought?

Here you go!

Ah.

Coffee.

Three sugars, no cream.

Thank you.

Just like you like it. Mm-hmm?

Actually, I-I do like cream.

Leah didn't think I did,

and I just didn't have the heart to tell her,

so if maybe I could, uh--

a little cream...

[chuckles] ...if you don't mind.

Thank you!

You can get lots of cream.

There we go!

Thank you.

So...

...you wanna talk about it?

Oh, you mean Leah?

Yes, I suppose I should.

The truth is...

The truth is, I never thought we were gonna get divorced.

Never.

I was blindsided

when she said she wanted to move out.

But, uh... then she did.

And when it was final,

I realized...

that it was the right thing for both of us.

So much so

that we never saw each other again

after we signed the papers.

I haven't even talked to her on the phone in over a year.

And then...

there she was.

Like a bolt out of the blue.

[laughing]

It was a very dramatic reaction!

I didn't know what to do. I panicked.

Oh, it's Ward.

Teddy's on the move.

Oh...

[Michael] Are you, uh, sure this is the right spot?

[Nelly] Mm-hmm. This is the edge of the manor grounds.

[♪♪♪]

[Michael] Hey! That's Teddy. Look at the limp.

That's the rugby injury.

[Nelly] Is that Leah?

[Michael] Leah and Teddy together?

[♪♪♪]

Whoa. I... did not see that coming, did you?

Yeah. Maybe a little.

Uh, with the mud on the shoes and Leah's "favor".

They withheld information from a murder investigation.

They cannot do that.

Mm-hmm. So what are we gonna do?

We're gonna go good cop/bad cop on them.

That's what we're gonna do.

Oh, yeah! Okay, wh-which one am I?

Promise me you'll remember you're not a real cop?

Okay, I'll be good cop.

You already seem like you've chosen "bad cop".

-Don't make me regret this. -Yeah.

[Michael] I'm bad cop, you're good cop.

Here we go.

[♪♪♪]

We've been dating for a while,

but we haven't told any of his family,

except for Palmer.

[Michael] Yeah, you withheld that.

I asked you how you got the catering job.

[Teddy] That was my fault.

I fly under the radar with my father.

He just found out something else.

What else?

Oh! I think I figured it out.

You mean the handouts, don't you?

I mean, we thought the money was coming from Hux,

but the handouts that he was upset about,

they came from Palmer...

right?

[Teddy] Yeah.

My aunt sent me money every month since the injury.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I was just-- I was trying to avoid a scene with my father

like-- like what you saw. -Right.

Adam convinced my aunt to stop supporting me.

[Leah] You know what? It's gonna be okay.

And, you know, your family needs to find out soon anyways,

because, um...

we're getting married.

[♪♪♪]

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Yes, I...

congratulations.

[♪♪♪]

Okay, so now we know Teddy and Leah are a pair.

We have the mixer cord.

The mud that Forensics collected

is gonna match the mud from Teddy's shoes

and the mud that was at the kitchen door, right?

So, they could be working together.

It's possible.

Whoa! Okay...

that is helpful-- the way you have that laid out, yes.

Thank you.

So, you really think

your ex-wife could be involved in a murder?

No. Not the Leah I knew. No way.

But people change.

I've seen some strange stuff in my time.

All right, so then Teddy came, I guess, to the kitchen door,

to finalize their murder plan?

Maybe Teddy had the gun all along.

Or... Leah handed off the gun

and then caused the power outage,

and the two make off with a big payday together.

But it didn't happen that way, did it?

Adam was killed.

Maybe Teddy set her up unknowingly?

I think we're missing something.

Yes.

Teddy's allowance made Palmer worth more to him alive,

and I actually think he really cares about her.

Hux too.

Palmer was helping Teddy, but...

Teddy said that Adam intervened.

Maybe we've been looking at this wrong.

[magnets clacking]

[Michael] Hmm.

How angry was Teddy...

...if Adam was pushing so hard to get him cut off?

Maybe Adam was the target all along.

[♪♪♪]

Hmm.

Mick, this is "conflict of interest."

Uh, yeah. I am requesting

to be taken off the Arlott Manor murder case.

My ex-wife has become

a significant factor in the investigation.

Leah wasn't even in the room when the shots were fired.

Nope, but her fiancé was.

Mick, do you imagine

I've ever worked a case in Babbleton

where there wasn't someone I cared about?

I trust your expertise.

[♪♪♪]

[chuckling]

Come on, guys!

Keep it up.

Granny!

Hi!

-Hi, sweetheart. -Hi, Stella.

What can I do for you, Nelly?

Spill the tea on the Arlotts?

Oh! The widow?

Yes.

The Arlott family goes way back in Babbleton history.

Mostly passed away, though.

We were wondering

if you were working on that murder case.

I am, officially.

But don't make a big deal out of it. Just--

Oh... ho-ho-ho.

[shouts] Eli!

Eli, come up here!

It's my grandson, Eli. He's visiting from Philadelphia.

He's a wonderful lawyer!

-Hello. -Hi.

He's an evidence expert!

A-A-A law student. An intern, really.

-Nice to meet you. -You too.

So, Eli and I were just discussing

Palmer's announcement to her heirs.

-Oh-- -Yes.

Shocking! The poor fellow shot.

Fascinating area of law, the animal element?

They can't legally inherit,

so there's often a trust for their care

bound to their lifespan,

and a trustee appointed.

Oh?

[Granny Lu] You know, Nelly--

there's a family member on Palmer's side,

came back to Babbleton...

for about a year,

and then moved away again.

That's right! Her brother's ex-wife.

Oh, it was a big divorce.

-Vindictive, yeah. -Oh!

The wife suspected he was hiding assets.

Have you met Hux, uh, Spencer?

Yes. This is terrible!

That's fraud, if he did it.

That could be criminal perjury charges.

-Whoa. -This is very helpful.

[♪♪♪]

[clack]

You were right--

there's public record of a filing and judgement.

Looks like Hux's divorce lawyer was...

Adam Dunbar!

Well, that can't be. He's an estate lawyer.

His name's all over this,

and it looks like there's even a photograph

of him and Hux leaving the courthouse together.

So, either he handled both,

or Hux had some other reason for using him.

I take it this was helpful?

You may have opened a window... and invited a hurricane.

[♪♪♪]

[Michael] Okay, a little left.

There you go. Right there! Yeah, right on the bullet hole.

Perfect. Just like that.

Hold it right there. Great. Okay.

[footsteps racing in]

[Nelly] Hux?

[knocking]

Clara?

Have you seen Hux?

I have not.

That's the manor grounds...

but...

yours has more trees.

[Clara] I've become an Oregon history buff.

There was an oak grove where the manor was built.

Clara, can I ask you...

...how well did you know Adam?

I didn't. Not really.

Oh.

It's just shocking and sad to be so close to a murder.

What did you think about him?

Honestly?

Smug.

He was the "finance wizard"

when he started managing my brother's affairs.

This was back when Edmond became unwell.

I'm sorry for your loss.

He had a neurological disease.

Palmer took care of him.

I always respected her for stepping up.

What happened between you two?

I get the feeling

it's not really about your father's will.

You're right. I blame my father for that.

And Palmer... cares for the manor.

Honoring the Arlott legacy

was always the most important thing to her.

Or I thought it was.

Look.

She sent me this...

three years ago.

"Your greedy intentions disgust me"?

This is terrible.

Out of nowhere!

She accused me of trying to steal the manor.

It's wildly untrue.

I-I couldn't respond, or even look at her again.

I just...

This does come from Palmer's e-mail account, but...

I don't think she wrote this.

See how she writes "rightfully mine"?

When she wrote to me for advice,

most of the time, she spoke for two.

Palmer says "we" and "our manor".

She doesn't leave out Moxie!

Exactly! And even-- do you notice the semicolons?

The words are personal and harsh, but... [sighs]

...the style, it's like legal writing or something.

You sure she didn't write it?

Oh, Nelly...

I want to help you shine a light on our family secrets.

I'm afraid our secrets have become dangerous.

[footsteps]

[♪♪♪]

[cooing]

[chuckles]

Oh!

[drawer rattles]

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Where's the room?

[click]

[Bree] Hold on.

I placed the product order, like, Wednesday last week.

Okay, well, I'll give 'em a call and see where it's at.

[creaking]

No!

[gasps]

[♪♪♪]

[handle rattles]

[gasps] Oh!

What are you doing in there?

I could hear you, like a rat in the wall!

I'm sorry.

I-I was stuck in here.

Well, you're not stuck now.

[sighs]

Can we just talk?

Why?

Okay, fine.

I can handle you.

Great.

-Okay. -Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

Let me tidy up your hair.

What's wrong with my hair?

Um...

[perkily] ...how is the styling business?

Loaded question.

Not good, Nelly. [chuckles]

I suspect you already know that.

Yeah.

Are you being sued?

Was.

It went horribly.

Adam was your lawyer?

I-I just assumed,

because he seems to represent all the Spencers, right?

Losing the lawsuit must have made you pretty mad.

So I triggered a power outage,

picked up an old pistol, and shot my lawyer?

[chuckles] No, I-- I don't actually think you did that.

Right.

Have you kept in touch with Adam?

Haven't spoken to him once since...

And you really just, um...

stumbled upon the gun,

and picked it up, and put it back in its case?

[♪♪♪]

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Bree, you tell me-- who do you suspect?

Your brother?

Half-brother. Hux is known to be hard,

but... tch.

He went to all of Teddy's games, home and away.

And how does he feel about Adam?

Oh, hates him. [laughs]

Adam used to be Hux's lawyer for everything,

until he fired him.

But that's just the end of a business relationship.

You think he hates him?

I know he does.

Hux told me himself, right before the dinner.

[stomping]

Whoa, Turbo!

Ooh! Are you done with ballistics?

Just waiting for the report.

Where did you go?

Well, I found a secret passageway in the wall,

and a floor plan!

I already looked into that. It's not pertinent to the case.

Okay, but...

we know--

Mm-hmm?

...Palmer thinks that Clara abandoned her,

ages ago.

Yeah.

Clara thinks that Palmer sent her a vicious e-mail.

Catch is-- Palmer didn't send it.

So who did?

[whispers] I think Adam was a weasel.

Can we get into his computer?

We have access to the house.

The office computer is a different story.

Active cases are protected,

and lawyers get very prickly about...

that.

Good point. Let's do it!

Yeah!

Oh! Oh! And...

Adam was Hux's divorce lawyer

five years ago.

Five years ago was when Hux and Palmer fell out.

Mm-hmm...

and Hux hates Adam.

We got something.

Let's bring him in and turn up the heat.

[door rattles]

Oh!

[Hux] I'm not proud of it, but I, uh...

I dragged my divorce out.

Made it as hard and as costly as I possibly could,

stupidly hoping that, somehow,

she'd change her mind and come back to me.

Still hoping, I guess-- I hid money from her.

Adam found out, and he blackmailed me.

Well, did you report him?

No. I paid him off to disappear.

I didn't tell a soul.

Unfortunately,

that meant staying away from my sister

while he was cling-wrapped to her--

until the dinner.

But you told Bree that you hated him.

I mean, why did that even come up that night?

Well, I went to the study to get the brandy bottle,

and I overheard him

strong-arming Palmer about giving Teddy money.

I didn't even know she was doing that.

Look, Hux,

you realize, of course, this adds up to motive--

and then, there's your gun-club membership--

That's not good either.

Yeah, the gun club-- that's another example

of trying to get close to Teddy

and having it backfire-- so to speak.

We'd go there every week.

-He'd never tell me anything. -Oh, okay.

Let me just make sure I get this straight--

you and Teddy met at the gun club?

Yeah. Like I said, we'd meet there once a week,

and do shooting together.

I was trying to be a better father.

He even won a few trophies.

I thought that would've built up his confidence.

Yeah.

Look, I get that you think I pulled the trigger.

I may be a lot of things,

but I'd never take anyone's life...

ever.

[Michael] Teddy lied right to my face.

"I don't shoot. I only tackle," he says.

I don't know if I should warn Leah,

or arrest her too--

but I'll tell you this much.

I'm gonna get the truth out of those two.

I am going to get the truth!

Okay, so, I actually have to go.

-Oh. -I have a deadline at work.

Oh, okay. Great.

Um, listen, I got a few boxes coming from Adam's.

You wanna meet back here in a couple of hours and--?

-Yes! -Good.

[♪♪♪]

[Leah] Of course, I didn't make the power go out on purpose.

The cord was cut, Leah.

-Someone tampered with it. -Not me!

And you-- you said you couldn't shoot.

Gun club ring a bell?

Hey, come on, man.

I-I misspoke. -No, you didn't.

-You lied. -You put me on the spot!

I was afraid you'd think I did it.

And now I do think you did it.

You were desperate for money,

and Adam Dunbar wanted to stop you from getting it.

-No. -No?

No! I'm fixing everything.

Really. I-I-I talked to my dad.

I told him we're getting married.

That's what matters. I'd--

I'd never risk Leah.

Michael, do you really think that I would marry a murderer?

No. No, I don't.

But you can see how I would react.

And you can see how I would react to those gunshots.

You think I want anything to do with that?

Fair enough.

I'm just trying to do my job.

I know.

I know you are.

Listen, Nelly, um...

I haven't been entirely open with you,

so I would like to tell you everything.

O-Okay.

Um...

I was shot once, in the line of duty.

What?

Yeah. It's not a big deal--

I was just grazed in the leg, but...

[sighs] Leah couldn't handle it.

She was terrified of my job as it was,

and that was, uh-- that was the last straw,

so, she gave me an ultimatum,

and, uh, you know,

when I, uh, said that I wouldn't quit--

or couldn't quit, because I love what I do--

she, um... she left,

while I was still in the hospital.

Michael.

Yeah. Anyway, I just--

I-I just thought you should know.

[sighs]

Ironically, there's been a shooting,

and now her worst fears are realized anyway.

Thanks.

Anyway, back to work!

Okay, let's see what we got here.

You know, when you said

that we'd know what we were looking for when we found it--

that sounded a lot more promising

a couple hours ago.

You know, Bree really lost a lot when she got sued.

I think she was in real trouble,

and Adam knew it, too.

Okay, this is weird-- this is his planner,

and he has meetings with Bree after their court case ended.

She told me she never spoke to him again.

Why would she lie about that?

Like I said,

does anybody in this family tell the truth?

Oh, look at this.

It's a... a deed for the manor.

Old one.

Oh! Wow.

Yeah.

It's dated 1865.

Huh.

Shouldn't this be kept in town records?

No, family records, but...

I don't know. He's her lawyer.

I guess he was just storing it.

Well, what--

in his bedroom? I...

What else is in there?

Uh... well, there's this stuff here.

They're love letters from Edmond to Palmer.

Okay, why does he even have these?

I don't know.

He's scanning all these old documents

from the archives.

Look, this is a town charter.

There's a Livestock Ordinance from 1853...

and a marriage certificate.

-And in each case-- -Yeah!

...the signature is circled.

Hmm!

So...

the seal on the charter

and the deed

is the same.

I think he was comparing signatures.

Wait-- this one is different.

[Michael] So it is...

you're absolutely right.

[♪♪♪]

[Clara] I don't understand why Adam had this.

It's not even accurate.

The year can't be right.

The-- The title transfer is signed

by Samuel Babble himself,

witnessed here, in Babbleton, 1865.

So why would that be wrong?

Samuel fought in the Civil War

with Oregon's 1st Volunteer Infantry.

He wasn't in Babbleton in 1865.

The war ended a year later, but he died there.

If-If the year is correct, the signature can't be.

I think Adam knew

that Samuel Babble's signature was forged.

I was always told the oak grove

was sold to my family by Samuel Babble himself.

The Arlotts were highly respected.

Samuel was a friend.

I-I don't understand.

[♪♪♪]

The Arlotts don't own the land the manor is on?

Maybe there's an alternate document

proving ownership.

Do you have any idea

where something like that might be kept?

There's a locked drawer hidden here somewhere.

Here? Oh!

Only Palmer has the key.

I used to know how to find it when I was a kid.

I saw my dad...

-[clack] -[rumbles]

Uh-huh!

Ah-hah!

[Nelly] The lock is scratched.

Someone forced it!

[barks]

[pants, then barks]

Whoa.

[Clara] He's never behaved like that before.

Do you think he's trying to protect the safe?

Or maybe he knows

Adam already stole the deed from the safe, huh?

Well, not Adam-- he wasn't a kid at the manor.

[♪♪♪]

But Bree was.

Bree Spencer,

you are under arrest for burglary.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say or do

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

You have the right to an attorney.

Should you not be able to afford one,

one will be appointed for you.

You can exercise these rights at any time.

[thud]

[sighs wearily]

I didn't know Bree broke in.

She was confronted and admitted to it.

Moxie actually bit her

when she was trying to get away from him.

My Moxie?

You didn't notice that the deed was stolen?

Or-Or the love letters from Edmond?

Why would I check?

I mean, why would she steal them?

[sighs] Well, she's lawyering up,

but she said enough.

I think that Adam and Bree were planning extortion together.

How?

Well, that original deed you had stored in your safe,

it's likely fraudulent,

so I sent it off to Forensics

to check for a forged signature.

That can't be true.

Adam and Bree had been meeting.

Tell me, had either one of them

ever attempted to threaten or blackmail you?

No. Adam was my lawyer.

I trusted him implicitly.

Bree, I believe,

tried to shoot me in the drawing room.

Oh, that is not the direction the evidence is taking us.

It's possible

that Bree was trying to take out her accomplice, Adam Dunbar.

[♪♪♪]

So we downloaded Adam's computer onto ours.

Adam had all of her passwords!

It would've been so easy for him

to send an e-mail from Palmer to Clara.

Yeah. I wanna get Bree for more than just burglary.

But she needed Adam and Palmer alive to extort money.

There's nothing here

that says what they planned to do with the deed.

Click on that.

[Michael] Ah, draft of a will.

This is Palmer's.

This is the will for Moxie!

I didn't know she had got that far.

-She said she hadn't. -That's right!

So he got ahead of her.

And look at this-- it's not signed.

Super-complicated stuff. 27 pages!

Look at all the Latin.

Adam... is listed as Moxie's caretaker.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Adam would live at the manor

until Moxie died of "natural causes".

Would he have full access to her money?

I mean, it talks about a Pomeranian charity--

I think it's on page 14, or something like that.

They would get the estate after Moxie dies, right?

This is your big red flag-- this buried clause.

[Nelly] "Terms and conditions ad idem

in full force and effect until the trustee's own demise."

Ad idem?

Latin for "stays the same."

It means Adam Dunbar would live at the manor in the same way

that he'd been living there with Moxie,

even after Moxie was gone.

-[phone buzzes] -So, basically,

Adam would have

full control of the estate, and every penny of it.

Well, is there any chance Palmer would have noticed that

before signing this?

Fine print in a footnote,

when he was the one advising her?

Well, that's deceit!

We need to tell Palmer right now.

Whoa. Hold on.

Look, I just got the financial reports. Okay?

Let's get all of our ducks in a row first,

then we'll proceed.

Eli, thank you so much for your time.

-Much appreciated! -Good luck.

[♪♪♪]

Adam had some debt, just nothing remarkable.

So Palmer used to have

a full-time chef and gardener,

but not anymore,

and certainly not because she couldn't afford it.

Maybe that's what Hux meant by making her world smaller.

Maybe Adam was a puppeteer...

advising her to cut staff.

Hang on. Wait.

This-- This is weird.

There's no other salaries?

What about the butler?

He wasn't paid?

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe Norman was off the books.

-Let's think about this. -Yeah.

Norman said

he would serve dessert later.

-Mm-hmm. -Leah held off.

Clara, then, came to visit him in the kitchen.

The other suspects went into the drawing room,

then Leah pours the cream into the mixer.

[gasps]

I think Norman had motive.

He could've found out

what Adam was planning to do with the will.

I buy that.

I mean, he sees and hears

everything that happens in there.

Yeah, he's fiercely loyal.

Maybe that's why he doesn't take a salary--

because maybe staying in the manor

is the only thing that's important to him,

and he knew that Adam was trying to take everything.

I think he did it!

Hold on just a second.

Yes, he could've tricked Leah into turning on the mixer,

but he did not pull the trigger.

But, I mean, he could have had an accomplice.

I mean, maybe Clara did it. She could've been the shooter.

They've known each other forever, right?

No.

What do you mean "no"?

Because I trust Clara.

Great.

I need a little bit more than that.

Adam pushed Clara away.

She didn't know it was him, not until I told her.

Hmm.

Okay, so Leah swears

that the butler was in the kitchen with her

the whole time,

and she would've known if he had left.

-Right. -She said

he went into the pantry and he came back with lanterns

when the lights went off.

[♪♪♪]

Maybe he didn't have to be in the room...

...at all.

[chuckles]

[door creaks]

[♪♪♪]

[door thumps]

-I think it's this way. -Okay.

-[jar settles loudly] -Shh...

Now, this should be shared wall.

[tapping hollowly]

[♪♪♪]

[false back rumbles]

[latch clicks]

[♪♪♪]

[click]

[thud]

[thud]

Norman did it!

What? Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, wait, wait, wait!

[Moxie barks]

Do you think he saw us?

I-- I-I don't know what to do.

I'm gonna go after him.

You... stay right here. Promise me, okay?

If he circles back,

you call me.

Okay, if he circles back.

[servant bell chiming]

[chiming]

[♪♪♪]

Hey, what are you doing here?

Shh.

I know.

[barks]

Shh!

[panting]

[♪♪♪]

Freeze!

[♪♪♪]

Yeah, Norman's got the hunting rifle.

I tried to call Nelly, but she's not answering.

Norman knew you were on to him?

Yeah. He's armed and he's heading

into Babbleton, or-or back to the manor,

I don't know which.

-Sending officers, Mick. -Okay, good.

Ballistics came in.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm just gonna try Nelly again, okay?

Wait-- Forensics states that the bullet's paths

and points of impact don't line up.

It couldn't have passed through Palmer's hat.

Something's off, Micky.

[♪♪♪]

[Palmer] Nelly.

I was just ringing for tea.

Yes. I came up because, uh, Norman went out.

Oh, to walk Moxie?

I actually don't know, uh, what Norman is doing.

Palmer... [sighs]

I'm sorry to tell you this.

Norman... killed Adam.

What?

[♪♪♪]

But you know that already...

don't you?

You marked Adam for him...

with the white rose.

[astonished chuckle]

Was it a symbolic gesture--

a death before a new beginning--

or were you just helping Norman aim,

with the white pigment in the dark?

Both.

And your hat...

the fake bullet hole...

Of course! You could hide it

with the bows and the feathers and the netting.

All you needed was somebody to notice i--

I was helping you.

Nelly, please--

please understand.

I had no choice.

Adam went too far!

We had to escape his control.

You kept Adam at the bar,

across from the vase, where the pistol was found--

where Norman fired shots through the panel.

Adam went after the Arlott name.

Edmond's legacy must be protected.

You mean Edmond's secret?

You knew the deed was fraudulent.

This manor was built on stolen land.

It belongs to the town of Babbleton, Palmer!

Adam was gonna take it all away.

He was gonna ruin us!

He cut Bree in.

She always hated me.

It was the will, wasn't it?

That's what the deed was used for--

to force you to change the will-- [gasps]

But Adam couldn't be the heir.

No. He said the family would see right through it,

and that the courts would back him when they sued,

but he said Moxie would be believable.

Mm-hmm.

Moxie would allow him control--

as his trustee--

and my family would have no claim!

He threatened to expose the Arlotts

as liars and thieves.

How did he know the deed was forged?

He didn't.

No one did-- as was Edmond's dying wish.

But Bree broke in,

looking for anything to use against me.

She took everything that mattered to us!

Bree is no longer in my family.

So you framed her

for your attempted murder?

[chuckles]

You promised an announcement to bring the family together.

I mean, it was the perfect motive

for her to want to kill you,

before you could change the will.

She was desperate for money after being sued.

She had the biggest grudge against you--

you made sure I knew that...

and then you tricked her

into putting her fingerprints all over the gun.

You didn't think about the gunshot residue, though.

You grabbed my hand, in the dark,

making yourself the victim,

and me your perfect witness.

That's why I was invited, wasn't I?

That's why you wrote to me in the first place.

What do you imagine Adam would do next

after forcing me to change my will?

[words catch]

He needed my death.

My family may have abandoned me years ago,

but I never would have allowed

that outsider to take everything!

They would've squandered their rightful inheritance.

Palmer, they didn't abandon you.

That was Adam.

He forged emails from you to them,

and pushed them away.

[stammering] I-I didn't know that.

The panel.

Did Norman construct that just for this?

That-That's his "butler's secret".

Anticipating our every need,

watching, taking good care of us.

[footsteps]

He slips into a room

and no one even knows he's there.

Palmer...

remember what we talked about?

Honesty...

even when the truth is difficult.

Norman, I'm sorry...

it's over.

Nelly knows everything.

It's time for us to turn ourselves in.

Norman, no!

I have always taken care of you, Madam Arlott.

Norman...

I understand why you did what you did.

No one takes better care of Palmer

than you.

Norman, lower the gun.

It's over.

[Nelly] Norman, this isn't right,

and you always do things the right way.

Don't you?

-[door bangs] -Freeze!

[sighs]

[Teddy] We know you were just trying to protect us.

[Hux] Palmer, you should've trusted us--

told us what Adam was up to.

I am so sorry.

Well, I'm gonna get you the best lawyer in town.

I promise you that.

Norman too.

[♪♪♪]

You'll take care of Moxie?

Move into the manor.

We would be honored.

We'll visit you.

Don't worry. We'll set this right.

We sure will. We love you.

-I love you too. -Okay.

[♪♪♪]

[Moxie panting]

[Palmer sobs]

Be a good girl, sweetheart.

Oh!

Bye.

[clicking]

[♪♪♪]

[thud]

So?

Hmm?

How are you?

Relieved that you're okay.

You had me a little worried there, you know.

Happy to be going home?

Oh!

You can say that again.

I guess everyone'll be going home now.

Yep.

Leah too.

Point taken.

I should, uh...

I should figure that out, for myself.

Not a bad idea.

I should probably, uh--

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

[chuckles] See ya.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

Oh.

"Dear Nelly--

Some might call me new in town.

There's something that's been weighing on my mind.

There's this really great woman I've been getting to know.

She's impressive and smart--

sometimes, intimidatingly so."

[Michael] "I had some stuff in my past

that I needed to resolve,

and she helped me see that.

I'm starting to worry that I waited too long

for the right time to make my move.

What should I do?

Sincerely--

Some Schmuck in Babbleton."

Hey.

Hi.

[chuckles]

So what do you say?

I say the schmuck should go for it.

-Oh, yeah? -Mm-hmm.

I was hoping you'd say that...

'cause this time I'm gonna do it right.

I made us a reservation.

Tonight, 8:00 p.m.

Chez Daniel.

You and me.

Dinner.

And dancing?

No.

And dancing?

♪ I think I'm falling for you... ♪

And dancing.

[laughing]

So what are you doing now?

Nothin'.

No? What do you say, milkshakes on me?

Oh? Milkshakes...

Is that your move? 'Cause I've seen it before.

Listen, kid, I got a lot of moves.

Well, good, 'cause we're going dancing.

Ugh! Fine.

You know,

who would've thought

that the butler actually did it?

That was me! I did.

You're right, it was you. You did!

[laughs]

♪ Baby, you can take your time ♪

♪ I'm not trying to change your mind ♪

♪ I'm not going nowhere ♪

♪ Just tell me when you get there ♪

♪ Baby, you can take your time ♪

[♪♪♪]