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Oh, I don't have it.

Yeah,

sorry, bud. But hey, let's have a good day.

Thank you.

Yeah, good luck.

Take care, guys.

There you are.

I got you.

Hello? Who's there?

You.

Oh, give me to dad.

Amazing. Congratulations.

Thank you. You want a coffee? On the house. Yes, please.

To go. To go. You got it. To go.

Helen?

Is that Peter? I can't look.

Affirmative. Peter Henderson Long, incoming.

Bye,

Helen. Okay, we're open daily, 8 to 8. Yep.

Hello. Morning, Nellie. Ooh, sunflower test. Who's winning?

Well, Sunny Delight is tallest, but Suntastic has better seeds.

Ooh. Looks like the foliage spray really does the job.

I'll have 1 ,500 words by end of day, no problem.

I heard Helen opened the diner. Yes.

What you cooking?

Soufflés, three -part series, France at home.

Better get cracking.

Oh.

Help yourself to middling profiteroles. Tastes like mediocrity. Never stop me.

Yum.

Oh, uh, Marty brought the mail? He sure did.

Oh.

For you.

Oh, thank you.

So...

I saw what you wrote in your column to Grace, you know.

Kittenless and longing in Babelton, Fiona.

Right. You told Grace, be patient, good things will come.

I said that?

So yesterday, I see Peter at the park, and he tells me Grace found a kitten

right after you wrote that, under the shrubbery in their own garden.

Amazing.

I really hope he let her keep it. How could he not? Does he have a choice? The

whole town was rooting for Grace.

Kittenless and longing in Babelton, Fiona.

So, funny thing, that kitten looks an awful lot like those tabbies up for

adoption near your place.

You said one would be perfect for Grace.

Ah, poor Peter.

I'd rather have been avoiding him.

So long as everyone ends up happy, right? Well, almost everyone.

Huh.

I just got a handwritten letter. No return address.

Mail mail advice.

Don't they use the anonymous web form?

Yeah, they do.

This woman is worried that her boyfriend might be cheating on her.

He was the bee's knees, now secretive. She suspects canoodling in the shadows

with another woman. How awful. And mysterious.

What's it from? It's signed Worried in Babelton.

I wonder why it's handwritten.

Maybe an off -grid? No internet?

Hmm. I think I know this handwriting.

Oh. Yes, yes.

She has been dotting her I's with hearts ever since elementary school.

Dahlia chatters. Which means Blake Jarvis. No, Blake.

What are you thinking, worrying our poor Dahlia?

Nellie, where are you going?

You know, advice from an advice column usually happens at a desk.

Type, type, type, type.

Blake?

I need to talk to you.

Blake?

No, no, no.

Is

anybody

there?

Police, please.

Yes, I need some help.

Blake Jarvis' house.

Oh, yes. Yes, I'm here.

Yeah, please send someone.

There's been a murder.

It wasn't a robbery.

Nothing's been stolen. He still had his phone and his watch. Bless his soul. He

took a terrible tumble. Bergie, this wasn't an accident. He was clearly

Oh, Detective Mickey.

Hey. You met Nellie Parker? Nellie's got a knack for advice.

She's the one found Blake.

If I could just get a... You're not much of anyone in Bableton until you know

Nellie, Mick.

You're so new here. Nice to meet you, Miss Parker.

Detective Michael Hogan.

Oh, uh, Nellie.

I've just been reassuring our Nellie here that the medical reports will come

back and tell us poor Blake took a header. Did Doc Bailey all examine the

yet? Well, I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to discuss that. Oh, Nellie, Mickey's

going to tell us what we need to know to put your mind at ease, okay?

Let's hear it, Mick.

Thank you.

With all due respect, Sheriff, we should probably discuss this in private, don't

you think?

Oh.

Okay, then. Well, Dr.

Balliol still needs to conduct the full autopsy and run the toxic screens, but

the preliminary comments put the time of death somewhere between 10 p .m. and

midnight last night, and there is an indication that the victim was pushed

the top of the stairs with significant force. Oh, my.

I knew it.

Did you notice the solder? It had been swept away.

As though someone were trying to erase the trailer for Prince. Yeah, yeah, we

caught that. And the light was off.

I don't imagine Blake went upstairs in the dark.

Certainly couldn't have flipped the switch after he died, obviously.

Obviously, yeah. Well, we're going to dust everything for Prince.

Good. Good.

Okay, Sheriff, how do you see this investigation proceeding?

Oh, you've got a handle on it, Mick.

Why not make it a trial run?

Yeah. Well, congratulations.

Thanks. Okay, I guess what I'll do then is I'll... Oh, wait.

I did find this.

Oh, my. Where did you find that?

$20 ,000.

It was in Blake's right breast pocket.

I... Oh, yeah, I don't... Oh, man.

Huh.

So, you were friends with Blake Jarvis? Oh, I knew Blake for forever, but we

weren't close.

What would you call close?

Birthday parties? Maybe more than that?

Did you go to Blake's birthday parties?

No. Did you date him?

What? No.

Date him?

We weren't close. Dating would be close. True. Anyways, he was with Dahlia. I

used to babysit Dahlia. I was friends with her brother in second grade. I

date him either.

Just, you know, for the record. Right. So why come here this morning to see

acquaintance? Well, I wanted to talk to Blake face to face.

About what? Love.

Life.

Pursuit of happiness.

Mm -hmm. I'm an advice columnist. I was doing some research.

What kind of research?

Oh, it covers a wide range of topics. You should read the weekend edition.

Well. That concludes my statement for now.

It's very tidy in here, don't you think? Was Blake a particularly neat person?

I have no idea.

If he wasn't, maybe the killer came back and cleaned the place up.

That would tell you something, wouldn't it?

Well... Thank

you for the water, Michael.

All right, you guys pan out, see what you can find, all right?

Here.

Nellie?

Oh!

Nellie, oh!

I don't understand. Is this real?

I'm so sorry.

Why would anyone want to hurt Blake?

I mean, everyone loved him. I don't know.

But you can figure this out, Nellie, right? What happened to him? I...

Maybe if we put our heads together, we can come up with some clues to help the

police. Clues? Okay, how do we do that?

Why don't we step away?

We'll just go this way, this way. Okay.

Why don't we start by remembering the last time you and Blake spoke?

That would be on the phone, I think, yesterday evening after supper.

Okay, do you remember what time that was?

Quarter to seven. Okay, good. This is very useful.

And what did the two of you speak about?

Um, I asked him what he had for supper.

Oh, right. And how did he sound? Like, what was his tone of voice? Did he sound

like he usually did? No.

Oh. He was rushing. Like he wanted to get rid of me.

That was the last time we spoke.

Oh, Delia.

I know this is hard.

But I know you're worried in Babelton.

What? That Blake was being unfaithful?

But cheating?

Dahlia, it just... It sounds so harsh.

Oh, no.

It was more of a bad feeling than anything, Nellie. The prickles. Like I

Blake had a secret. A secret? Not a good secret. It was happening more and more

where he just didn't want to talk to me, you know? Like he had more important

things. Than you? No way.

His furniture business. It kept him really busy, right? Always. It wasn't

He was acting sneaky.

Wait, I don't have to tell the police, right? I mean...

I don't have evidence of Blake cheating. You do have to tell them. I wanted to

talk to you first, but Talia, I'm going to have to tell them as well. It could

be really important.

Look, I am going to help you.

I promise.

Do you have any idea who Blake was sneaking around with?

You don't think that's who did this to him? Oh, I mean, it could be possible.

Miss Chatters?

Mr. Jarvis' partner?

I don't... I think I know you.

He's new.

Detective Michael. Or Mickey?

Mick? Detective Michael Hogan. And I'm going to have to ask you to come with me

if you don't mind. Detective.

Dahlia and Blake were together for three years.

Right.

Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for your loss.

I can arrange to have you meet with a victim's advocate if you like. But

I really need to ask you to come with me. And Sheriff Brown, back to the

for questioning.

You'll come with me? Yes, of course.

No, I've already taken Miss Parker's statement. I really must insist that you

come with me alone.

I mean, and with Sheriff Brown, of course. But this isn't formal

it, Detective?

Why? So wouldn't it be nice if Dahlia had some support? Or, if this is formal

questioning, then maybe she should be calling a lawyer.

No, no, no, no.

She can have support.

Great. All right, I'll drive her.

Okay, we'll see you there.

Great. Never a break.

See you at the station, Berkey. Right -o, kiddo.

Well, I think you guys are coming in again.

Good?

Okay, so, um...

You were home all night, Miss Chatters? You didn't go out at all, that's your

statement, right? Yes, that's what she said. I heard it.

Great.

Right,

my last class ended at five.

Five. And what were you teaching?

Soch 101.

My mother used to teach it, too. Okay. And my step -sister picked me up at the,

oh, Student Union Building. Yes, I know.

Thank you very much. Well, just... I've got it. Thank you. So if you could

please, for the record, Miss Chanders, give me your sister's full name. Oh,

formal.

Step -sister. My dad was remarried. Okay.

Colleen Hartell. And we rent an apartment at the Mason building.

And Miss Hartell was home with you all night? Yes. Yeah. We made spaghetti.

Vegetarian. With eggplant.

Yum. So, you had dinner. Go on, please.

Well, like I told Nellie, I called Blake after. It was, like, 6 .45?

Yeah. 6 .45, that's what you said. Ms. Parker, if you would please stop

interfering with my investigation, that would be great. Oh.

Thank you. Now, this call, was this your only communication with Blake last

night?

Yes. Yeah, he was in a hurry, which fit in with my...

suspicion lately that that

he may have been cheating on me.

You suspected Blake of infidelity?

Well, just this morning I received a letter in the mail. Support person, you

not my person of interest.

Wait, person of interest?

Does that mean I'm a suspect? No, no, no. All parties are of interest in the

early stages of a murder investigation, but...

If I'm being frank, Ms. Channers, you just gave me a very convincing motive.

So how long did you suspect your partner of cheating?

A few weeks, maybe a month. I really don't know. A few weeks to a month.

Okay.

One sec.

Look, in light of this new incriminating information, I really need to consult

with my... Well, anyway, it doesn't matter. I'll be right back.

No, no, I don't think they think that.

All right, maybe Michael is considering the idea, but you have to tell him.

Otherwise, you'd be withholding, and that's got to be worse.

Everything's worse with Blake murdered.

I never even wanted to talk about the cheating, even before.

And why does everyone want me to talk about being suspicious?

Who's everyone?

Okay, Sheriff says you can go, but please.

Stay in Bableton and we'll be in touch as the investigation proceeds.

You wouldn't happen to have the access code to Blake's phone, would you?

No.

All right.

Please, stay in Bableton.

Oh, no, she should be pulling up soon.

Oh.

Do you think they'll really get into Blake's phone? I mean, it's like a

violation of privacy. I don't know.

Oh, there she is.

Oh, and what are you going to do?

I'm going to solve this case.

Dahlia, I know you didn't do this.

Everyone else needs to know it, too.

Thank you. You always take on everyone's problems.

But how do you know where to start?

Oh, I have an idea.

Don't you worry.

Dahlia.

She can't be away from work long. She owns her business.

I'm coming, Colleen. Well, I could have driven you. Oh, she wanted to. She's

like that.

Oh, oh, but... You'll keep me in the loop.

So loopy. I promise.

You okay?

Thanks for coming.

Okay.

Forgive

me for

trespassing.

Hold up. What'd you find?

Peter, you scared me half to death. Why are you skulking? I thought I saw

something. It's just a bank of Bableton pen.

You steal these?

Yeah, of course you do.

Everyone does.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I came to get something I left here last night.

I didn't know about Blake until I saw the crime scene tape. It was really

Can't believe he was murdered.

Yeah, it's heartbreaking.

I was this with Dahlia.

So you were here last night?

Sure, poker night. Hey, that new detective?

Strict. I'm never getting inside.

Well, it is a secure crime scene.

We're not even allowed out here.

Oh, well.

I gotta go.

Peter, what did you leave at the house?

Like, what did you forget last night?

Oh, uh, nothing.

Listen, Grace needs my help with the cat. First vet check.

Thanks for that, by the way.

We're doing a grand kitten reveal on Sunday. I was starting to think you're

avoiding me.

No, I wasn't. I wasn't going to bite your head off, Nellie. Only inviting you

a party.

Hey, Peter, who played poker?

Usual suspect.

Jody Day, Connor Woolley, Grace, Blake, me.

Played the first Friday of every month for years.

Why?

Last night was Wednesday.

Yeah, so Blake changed it. Did he do that often?

Never. So why did he do it last night?

Don't know. How about you ask someone who actually knew him?

Sometimes I think I really didn't.

What's hiding in here?

Please don't shoot me. Tell me why not.

I knew Blake. I'm a friend of... Blake is no friend of mine, and this is my

property. Maybe we could be friends?

I'm Nellie Parker.

Rumpelstead. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?

Please already took my statement.

But maybe just one thing first.

Would you mind?

Okay. Great.

Okay. So much better.

Do you know what happened to Blake Jarvis last night?

Murder? Yes.

between 10 p .m. and midnight.

Mr. Snide. Call me Rumpel. Snide's my father.

Okay. Mr. Snide, did you hear anything unusual last night? Like anything out of

the ordinary?

No noise from Jarvis would be out of the ordinary.

Oh. Power tools, day in, day out. Customers going right to the door. This

neighborhood. Yes, indeed.

But surely not customers at night.

Well, no.

A lot of loud people last night, though.

Wasn't even Friday.

What time did you hear the loud people?

10 p .m., shouting.

And then 11, the light went off at the workshop hour there.

Shines right into my window, right up there.

Well, that must be horrible for you.

Yeah. But you said you heard shouting.

Was it angry shouting or joyful shouting? Maybe scared kind?

Angry. Oh.

And then an hour later, the workshop light goes on.

Could have been a half hour.

Never place clocks in the bedroom.

No. Of course not.

No place for clocks in the bedroom.

Do you think it was the security light that went on? Motion sensor.

Jarvis trips it every time he goes out there, which is a lot of times in the

night, if you ask me.

More lately.

Did you see Blake go out there last night? I mean, you've got a great view.

Yeah. Put my sleep mask on.

Earplugs, too.

We're getting ready for a final walkthrough, they call it.

A lot of work. You're selling your house.

Oh, I didn't see a realtor sign out front. Private sale.

Privacy is my constitutional right, you know. Oh, all right. Oh, Rumpel, do you

ever get intruders back here?

Sure. Because I swear I heard someone in the bushes earlier today. Get rats,

rabbits, slugs, snakes, you.

It was Wednesday.

What do I know? Five of them played for years without me.

Quiet. Colleen and I go to the movies on Fridays.

Poker wasn't a secret, though. I mean, he always told me. I think he always

me. I was at Blake's house, and there were no dirty dishes, no playing cards.

That was Blake.

Meat freak in the house.

Dust all over the workshop.

But Poker would explain the wad of cash I found.

Hmm. Cash?

Yeah, I found $20 ,000 in Blake's pocket.

Cash?

Yes.

Could he have won it? At poker? Of course not. I mean, they didn't even

money. What about money? I did talk to the old man next door and... No, no, no.

Don't listen to Grumple. He hates Blake.

Grumple? Oh, right.

Could it have been from a furniture sale, though? Blake didn't take cash.

Anyway,

he was working on a bench until Monday.

Ask her.

Did you find out who he was sneaking around with?

The other woman?

Uh, no.

No, I'm on it, though. Okay?

I'll talk to you later.

Oh, hello again, Detective Michael.

Miss Parker.

What are you doing here?

I'm just, uh, visiting a friend. That friend's name wouldn't happen to be Jody

Day, would it? Ooh, uh, hey.

Chain grease. That's not worth.

Seriously.

What are you doing here? Are you following me?

Following you on this thing?

No, but I have learned some information you may find interesting.

Like what?

Blake hosted a poker game last night.

Yeah, I know that.

What I'm more interested in is why your friend Dahlia didn't tell us about that.

Makes me wonder what else she's hiding. She didn't know.

Because it was Wednesday.

You sure about that?

That it was Wednesday?

Yeah. No, no, no. That's not what I meant.

Hey. Are you following me? No, I'm not.

Oh, Jody.

Molly. Miss Day.

Just the person we're looking for.

Uh, yes. Uh, we've...

Got some questions for you. No.

I have some questions for you.

So, Miss Day, you went to play Jarvis' Wednesday night poker game?

I thought Wednesday was a nice change for poker.

And was it? Nice?

No. Actually, it was tense.

Blake kept checking his phone, which is a rule we have. No phones at the table.

Sure. And Peter called him out, and I don't blame him. But it seemed like

just wanted the game to end after that. He forced a bold move all in and lost.

Then the boys started exchanging jabs.

Some select words were thrown.

Blake's neighbor said that he heard angry shouting.

Peter and Blake?

But Grace stepped in. She's so diplomatic.

Nice work getting her that kitten, Nellie.

Thank you. She deserves it. But it wasn't me.

Was shouting usual at these games?

Definitely not. We're a pleased past the pretzels crowd.

Peter said that he left something at Blake's that night. Do you know what it

was?

I'll ask the questions, okay? Oh, right.

Thank you.

Do you know what it was?

No. No.

Blake gave me my first woodworking job.

I apprenticed under him.

Jody, I'm so sorry.

I know you understand, Nellie.

All right, Miss Day, thank you. That'll be all for now. Thank you very much.

Yes, we should be going.

Jody, who won the pot that night?

Oh, that was Connor.

Connor Woolley, the banker.

Thank you.

So, what do you think of that fight between Blake and Peter?

Are you asking me?

Well, you knew them both.

I do know them. But are you admitting that I'm helpful?

No. But you want to know what I think.

The sheriff seems to think that you are an asset, though.

Yeah.

I would like to know what you think.

Deal. No, not a deal.

I just want to know what you think.

It's kind of a deal.

I was wondering what Peter Wong was doing at Blake's this morning. Something

definitely up. We can't ask him right now. He's at an appointment.

That appointment?

Where's the kitty?

Do you want a ride?

You don't know where I'm going. Connor Woolies, right?

Are you sure you don't want a ride? Yeah. I mean, no.

Okay,

race you there.

We never play for money. I'm the one who won't go there. So you gamble for this

stuff instead.

Money is work for me. This is fun.

Huh, interesting.

How much are they worth?

Oh, it's worth a gamble.

There were only 100 of these ever made. You won all those at poker?

Some knights are luckier than others.

Wow. What's this?

What's going on? Oh, hi, Paige.

Honeypie, hello.

This is my wife, Paige.

Hi. Nellie and Detective Michael were viewing my loot. Oh. So Connor told you

bet the weed whacker and came home with collectible mallards. They're worth a

lot. If you place zero value on utility.

You're here about Jarvis?

I am. Connor was one of the last to see him alive.

All everyone at Helm can talk about is murder.

Wait, everyone knows?

I heard from Peter Huang.

He heard it from Jody Day. Wait, Peter did?

You bet. Jody's EMT friend spilled the beans when the ambulance was dispatched.

She called Peter when he was banking with me.

We must have been the first to know.

Other than you authorities and the killer.

So what time did Peter get that call?

Came into the bank when we first opened. That's 9 a .m.

I was at the theater last night, in case you're wondering.

Connor was at poker, but he came home right after. I told him that.

He was home by 11.

10 .15.

I told him.

Right. I mean, I was home by 11 after the play ended, Death of a Salesman. I'm

sure you've heard of it. Yeah, I have.

Yeah, me too.

Can anyone confirm that you were home before 11? I walked home from Blake.

I left when everyone else did, so I must have been here by 10 .15.

And you work at the Bank of Bableton? I do. Blake Jarvis held an account there?

Affirmative. I do the books for his business, too.

Blake was a build -it -with -your -own -hands type.

Needed me to handle his money.

Do you have something to add, Paige?

No.

Okay, I'm going to need to see Blake's bank statement and his business records.

If you could help facilitate that, I would much appreciate it. Of course.

Oh, um...

He also had a very large sum of cash on his purse. Like a really big stack.

You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?

No.

Dinner time?

Connor? That's my cue to chop carrot.

Could you show the detective and Nellie out?

We're going to need you to actually sign your statement.

We are? Well, it's protocol, so... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Protocol, please.

I didn't know you work with the police, Nellie. Did you leave the Lifestyle

magazine? Sure didn't. Look for monster -in -law advice in the weekend edition.

Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

Neat pen!

Thanks. This is my lucky space pen.

Oh. Want to give it a try?

It writes upside down.

Oh, wow.

I bet you keep this in your pocket all the time. I know I would. Solid bet,

Nellie. You should play poker.

Thank you.

Do you have one of these neato pen space?

No. What do you use? Pens.

You know, I think you should probably sign the statement, too. She should? Mm

-hmm. Well, it's protocol.

Yeah, there's protocol.

Protocol. Yeah.

I didn't say any of these things. This is Connor's statement.

Why should I sign it? Yeah, that's bonkers.

Michael, she doesn't need to sign the statement.

It's Connor's.

So, we should go.

Cool pen.

Thanks. Uh, thank you.

You see Paige reach for that pen in her pocket, and then it wasn't there. And

then she got a bank of Babelton pens. Okay, okay, hey.

What was with the signatures in the pen? I didn't understand any of that. Connor

might be in the clear with that fancy space pen, but I think Paige uses up

bank of Babelton pens like they're going out of style. In the clear how?

Because of a pen? I don't know. Oh, hey.

Oh, uh, Connor.

Uh, what's up?

She doesn't know that I came out.

Michael, I need you to understand about the timing. I didn't mean to make it

sound suspicious.

Neither did Paige, I'm sure.

Okay, I'm listening.

She's mad at me. Oh. She lost her wedding ring. I bought her a

I thought it would cheer her up.

But I was quite wrong. I mean, I got the thighs quite wrong.

I don't think she had sausage fingers.

It was an honest mistake.

Connor, I'm so sorry. I get it.

Really?

I don't.

We're sleeping in separate rooms.

Oh, I went to the guest room like she told me. I didn't know about the play.

I thought she was sleeping when I came back.

She hates it when I wake her up. But you still don't have an alibi, Connor.

Paige can't confirm when you came in. Correct.

I mean, no.

He's right.

It's not less than fishy. No. I want you to know there's nothing fishy, whether

Paige went to the theater or not.

You suspect she didn't?

That's the salesman.

Oh.

She couldn't know where I was on account of different rooms. Well, unless she

passed by me in the hallway.

Oh. Like ships passing in the night.

Okay, let me see if I get this straight.

You came out here to tell us that neither of you have an alibi from the

left poker and she left the theater, if in fact she went to the theater at all.

Because neither has a clue if the other one was here that night.

But the car was here when I came back. Oh. Yeah, I came in through the garage

and I saw it parked there. That's why I thought she was sleeping.

Well, that's great. Very helpful. Thank you, Connor.

But? Not less suspicious.

Nope. No.

I suppose not.

Okay, then.

Why don't you come by the station in the morning with Blake's financials, and

we'll talk.

Okay. Great. Connor!

Carrot! Oh, Connor, you better go.

Mm -hmm.

Honey pie?

Poor Connor.

Yeah, he made his bed.

With sausage fingers.

Yeah, that's kind of funny.

Whoa.

Hey, we were just on our way to the... Yeah, we were going to go to that place.

Yeah, yeah, the place to talk about... Those things. The thing.

So, bye, Paige. Bye, Paige. See ya. Thank you so much.

Yay! Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll see you at the diner. Good?

Okay.

Okay. Sorry about that.

Sheriff on the phone.

It's more of the typical.

Typical? Give me the typical. I want to know typical.

You don't give up, do you?

You know I cannot talk to you about this stuff. But you love my inside

information.

People tell me things. Not everyone.

Help me help you.

Wasn't that the deal we made? No, no, no. There was no deal.

What are you, five?

The talk screen showed nothing unusual.

And there were no fingerprints on the broomstick or on your light switch.

So the killer wore gloves.

No, no, no.

Gloves would have left old fingerprints intact. The killer wiped the surfaces

clean afterwards.

Interesting. Mm -hmm. Clean -up effort.

Yeah. What about Blake's phone?

No, we're still waiting for the records on that. Tech can't get into the phone.

Do you know everyone?

Everyone knows everyone in Babelton. Mm -hmm.

Well... The sheriff seems to think you have some kind of, I don't know, special

knowledge.

Is that why you're buying me dinner?

Well played.

Okay, fine.

I don't want to get my money's worth. Oh.

Show me some magic. How about, uh... Oh.

Yours truly.

Feeling jelly.

Intensely envious. His wife Darlene, when she started getting attention at

Ooh. Never underestimate jealousy.

But it looks like those two crazy kids worked it out. Oh, that's not Darlene.

If I didn't see that coming. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, that thought I'd do see pancakes. Got back. Best for dinner.

Extra whip, extra strawberries, detective.

Thank you so much. Thank you. Oh, my goodness.

I'm so hungry.

Mmm.

Oh, I really needed that.

Big first week, huh? Oh, yeah. You have no idea.

The paperwork alone.

And I think Jeff Brown is trying to piss me with this case.

There is one thing that's been bothering me about Peter Wong.

Okay.

You want me to ask you what doesn't jive?

Mm -hmm. Okay, I will.

What doesn't jive? All right, so, well, he doesn't like kittens.

There's that.

Yeah. But also the timing.

Jody said she called him when the ambulance was sent out. Mm -hmm. But

saw him hours later at the house, he made out like he had arrived all

just to pick something up.

And then he dodged me when I asked him what it was.

Yeah,

yeah, it's odd.

But what about the pens?

He didn't understand what was happening with the pen.

Yes, so I found this under the bushes at Blake's house. A Bank of

Babelton pen.

It's a bank teller pen. Yeah, I get that, but when did you find it?

And at my crime scene? I went back to interview the neighbor Grumpy Guy. They

call him Grumple, if you can believe that. Oh, probably not to his face.

Anyways, naturally, I thought the pen belonged to Connor.

Banker, right?

So I thought to ask for signatures to see who had a pen. Now I think probably

Paige dropped the pen. Or, well, anyone who steals bank pens.

Why would Paige be hiding in the bushes at Blake's place?

How many more times are you going to do this to me?

Find things that are useful to the case? No.

Come on, you're like a lone wolf.

You get that I'm trying to solve a murder here, right? This is my first

with Sheriff Brom, and every time I turn around, you're jumping out of the cake

with jazz hands saying, oh, look at me, here's some more evidence I withheld.

Oh, well, I guess I'm just used to working alone, writing my column.

Do you live alone, too?

Do you live with someone?

No.

No. Not anymore.

I got divorced.

There, I said it. That's why the transfer.

Fresh start.

Yeah, something like that.

Look, good work with the pen.

I mean it.

I'm glad you found it. But moving forward, maybe we need to work on our

communication just a little bit.

Okay?

Okay. I'll go.

Good.

That being said...

Did it look like anybody been hiding in the bushes recently?

Definitely. There were broken branches, and I swear, I heard someone scurrying

away when I was finding Blake's body.

Speculation, not new evidence. I promise.

Okay.

Now we got something.

What? What now? What'd I do?

No, nothing. I just...

I just like that you ordered that.

Hmm. Maybe souffle isn't meant to be baked in a toaster oven. If Dahlia's

was Blake cheating, why would she share that?

And this murder definitely didn't seem planned.

Ooh, crime of passion.

Blake was pushed down the stairs.

There's no weapon.

How did the police find clues?

No weapon, no footprints, no tire tracks, no fingerprints, no access to

phone yet. But the killer swept the floor where they walked. They wiped the

light switch and the broom handle clean. Blake had cash in his pocket, but they

didn't steal it. Unless they didn't know about the money.

Paige Woolley at the theater? I don't think so.

She's been working double shifts at Helen's and the DMV.

Paige could have been hiding in Blake's bushes.

Someone dropped a Bank of Ableton pen there. Could she be Blake's other woman?

I mean, people can't surprise you. Her marriage is on the rocks. Connor!

An affair could contribute to that.

Oh, not Jodi. We don't want to think that anyone we know did this, but it

happened in Babelton, so chances are they did. You know, I have to say, a

plan to push a guy like Blake down the stairs is not a very good murder plan.

It happened in the heat of the moment. The killer scrambled to cover their

tracks. Now they're worried they made a mistake. They don't want me or anyone

looking that closely.

Nellie, how do you know all this?

Well... Someone left this at my house.

Get your nose out of where it doesn't belong.

I know.

Somebody broke into your house with it? Well, they threw it through the window

with a rock. But no hearts on the ice, so... Don't mess with me. Nellie, this

a threat.

Question is, what was happening when the killer pushed Blake? What was the

feeling that caused the push? That is the motive.

A crime of passion.

What makes people passionate?

Money or romance?

Yes. Oh, I spoke with Blake's neighbor, Grumple. Rumple? Rumple. Grumple. Huh?

Grumple Snide. Yes, yes. I wrote about him for the Bloom Count. He was runner

-up.

He does not like noise or light or, like, or... You?

Me very much. And he just sold his house.

These are the things I know so far.

Okay, here he is. This is the photo that I used in the Bloom Count issue.

Paige Woolley? What? She's like Rumpel's niece or something. What? Yeah.

Huh.

Hey. Yo.

Hello. Huh.

Uh, Mickey. Uh, Detective Michael. Detective Michael.

Uh, hey, do you know Fiona? She makes a great suicide...

It's actually not your best, but, um, she's great. Hello, detective.

What can we help you with?

Yes. I know you're in the middle of, uh... Work?

Work, right.

Um, you wouldn't happen to know anything about monster mothers, would you? You

said something about a column or an article.

Uh, uh, monsters and all?

Yes. That was it. Close enough.

Listen, I need you to come with me, okay? So I drive really fast. So I'll

wait in the car for you, okay? Come with me. Nice to meet you. All right. See

you in a bit.

Detective Mickey.

Detective Michael Hogan.

Detective Dreamy.

Okay.

I'm going now.

You do drive fast.

Sheriff said hurry, so we hurry.

Dahlia's mom is kicking up quite a fight. Well, she probably thinks Dahlia

should have a lawyer. Hey, that was a statement.

Until she handed us a motive on a silver platter. All right, where do I come in?

What do you mean, where do you come in? Aren't you always in?

Yesterday you earned everything like a dirty shirt. Suddenly you want to back

out? I don't want to back out.

Paige! Wally!

Hold on!

Hey!

W -w -where are you going?

It's just a quick pit stop.

Don't worry, we'll still win the race.

Paige!

Please, yes.

What is wrong with you? I am on my way to work.

Please tell me.

Why did you make that noise about Blake and money?

Yes, that is the noise. Because Blake had no money. He wasted Connor's time.

He mostly didn't pay him. He spent as much as he earned. That's called a

furniture hobby, not a business.

You know, I saw him at Vera's jewelry store, visiting an engagement ring he

could not afford, all like my precious.

Honestly, I don't know how Dahlia could even stand him. You took a second job.

You can't relate?

Okay, Paige, I'm sorry. I spoke with Rumpelstein.

Your uncle, Rumpel?

I have to go.

The only thing that my daughter is guilty of is her horrible taste in men.

Bad enough that she would have married the scandal, but the way that you

her, like some common criminal? Oh, Dolly was marrying Blake Jarman?

He told me his intentions, of course.

Brazen, presumptuous man.

So he wasn't pulling away from her then? Of course he wasn't. Why would he do

that? My daughter was paying for everything.

With my money, mind you. Mortgaged and remortgaged to the hilt. He gets her to

fund his business.

Furniture. So you were worried he was using her?

Worse than that, Nellie. I heard he was cheating. One of those has -his -cake

-and -eats -the -two types.

I don't... really understood that. Who doesn't eat their own cake?

Can we just sit down? Please.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Where did you hear about the cheating?

Women are intuitive, Detective.

But she was smitten and blind. I had to take matters into my own hands for her

protection. Okay, I'm going to need you to explain to me exactly what you mean

by that, Mrs. Chatters.

Ms. Ms.

Chatters, and please remember that it is your duty not to obstruct justice.

This is the kind of person you keep company with?

Zinnia, I know.

Detective Michael is infuriating.

He can be self -righteous and really annoying.

He can also be right here.

But I do believe he means well. He is an honest man who would not have got

a statement from Dahlia without a lawyer present if he had thought she was a

suspect.

She's not a suspect?

Well, I... You were just protecting your daughter.

You were saying?

I hired a detective to follow Blake, a private investigator. I had to tell

Dahlia this morning. Oh, so she was angry.

Did the P .I. get back to you with his finding?

Well, he said he would take photos that I could use as evidence to try to talk

some sense into her.

That's all I wanted to do, Nellie, was to catch Blake in the act. Of course.

P .I. was parked outside of Blake's house Wednesday night.

Wait, what?

Wednesday night?

You had a P .I. doing surveillance the night of the murder?

Do you think that he might have seen something to do with the murder?

He might have.

He probably did.

Yeah, I'm going to need his name.

Larry Foote. Okay. From Larry Foote Investigations. Oh, yes, on Spruce

Spruce Street.

Mm -hmm. Great.

So, remember, I am the detective, so I will be asking the questions, okay? But

Bergie did say that I...

I know what the sheriff said, but this is a murder investigation, and though I

do appreciate your help with Zinnia, you are still just a civilian, and there

are procedures that have to be followed. Of course.

Procedures.

So we're in agreement, then.

I'm the leader of this investigation. You are the observer. Got it? Got it.

Active observer. No, no, no. I didn't say active.

Passive. Silent observer.

Not sure why I bother.

No, Sheriff, there's no one here.

Yeah, one security camera, but it's smashed.

Yeah, yeah, sure, I can go check again.

All right, I'll call you right back. Bye.

Don't touch anything.

I'll be right back.

Oh, have mercy.

Nellie Parker?

What happened?

The office was robbed. My office?

Larry Foote? The police are looking for you.

Oh, you've got to be kidding.

I didn't do it. I think they just want to know if you're okay.

Did someone threaten you?

Uh, no.

Not lately.

Your computer was stolen.

Yeah, well, nothing that ain't backed up on the cloud.

Brilliant.

Zinnia Chatters told us she hired you to follow Blake Jarvis. Any chance you

caught any photos at his house?

Oh, big time.

Oh. Caught a skulker. Bit of a spray and pray in the dark, but probably

something to ID.

Amazing. I wonder what else Blake was up to this week.

Mostly worked and, uh...

He was buying a ring for his lady friend.

Oh, Larry Foot.

You seem like a guy with a story to tell.

I probably shouldn't.

Yeah, all right.

I just came from Vera's jewelry shop. Check this puppy out.

Oh, if I'd had something like that, X might just be a state of mind.

I've said yes to plastic.

Get this. Blake agrees to buy it from Vera two weeks ago.

18 grand.

$18 ,000?

Yeah.

But he tells Vera he can't pay for it till today. Not even a deposit. He was

set to pick up the ring. Payment in full at 3 p .m.

Reservation at Gastronome at 8.

Oh.

Blake was going to propose to Dahlia on Friday. That's why he switched the poker

night, kept it a secret from her. But wait, are we sure that Dahlia was the

person he was proposing to? Sure, we're sure.

Vera says so. Blake even brought a friend to try it on, same size as

Who was the person he brought to try on the ring?

And how did you end up with that big fat diamond ring in your pocket?

Zinnia got real protective.

Calls me this morning in a real tizzy, fighting with the daughter. Wants me to

secure the ring, she says, before Dahlia learns it went out into the world on

someone else's finger.

She's high -strung, that Zinnia, but a good mama.

I like the cut of her jib.

Everything's coming up, Larry.

Well,

not everything.

Well, yeah.

Hey. Oh, this is new detective Michael Hogan.

He's going to want to speak with you.

Larry Foote?

Oh, you're leaving?

Deadline at the office.

Type, type. Okay, fine, but... Larry has backups of all the photos.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll deal with that in a minute. But just so you know, this

break -in means the killer is escalating. So you understand how

can be, right? And you're okay?

Sure. Sure?

Positive? Listen, I'm going back to the scene of the crime this afternoon.

You're not going to follow me this time, right?

Right. No way.

Good. Now, please, be careful.

Michael, you got this.

Yeah, I know I got this.

I got this. Do you have that?

Zinnia said that Blake is broke and needed Dahlia's money, which, as it

out, is her money. Meanwhile, he's walking around with a fistful of cash,

shopping for a two -carat diamond ring.

Just doesn't make sense.

What does Detective Michael think?

He's, um, difficult to read.

Mm -hmm. You're never difficult.

Oh! Look at this. The submission from, hmm, Jealous Green Monster.

What's to say to all the monsters, hmm? You know, you have this amazing talent

for being able to help everybody else with their romance.

Maybe take your own advice sometimes.

What, like about dating? I mean, it's been years since, Fred.

You do date sometimes, right?

Well, what about Detective Dreamy? Is he single?

Maybe, you know, I like to be carefree. And maybe I don't want to be

bogged down with responsibility to others. Maybe I'm a lone wolf.

Nellie, you are the most connected, caring, community -minded person I know.

anyone in Bableton needs help, you are there.

That is the opposite of carefree. Well, that is not the point. The point is, who

is Blake Jarvis sneaking around with, hmm?

We're missing something over there.

I don't know.

Did you know that Rumpelstine will be joining us at Babelton Rose?

He was something of a beau of mine back in 1967.

I just met Rumpelstine. He sold his house.

Yeah.

That is a rare response to Rumpel, Granny.

Oh, never judge a book by his cover.

Do you know anything about his relationship to Paige Woolley? Oh,

Lovely girl.

Also, not a widely held opinion.

She sold his house.

But Paige isn't a realtor.

Rumpel hates doing business with strangers.

And Paige knew a buyer, so the house never got on the market.

She got $300 ,000 for him.

So now he can move here and he doesn't have to work so hard. Granny, that can't

be right. That was the price years ago, not now.

Numbers.

That's not the point, is it?

You're right.

It's not, I suppose. The point is, your former beau is coming to live here.

What will the others make of it?

I suppose it'll rumble some feathers.

Granny!

And we're hunting Jody.

You have your binoculars?

Or do you use a magnifying glass? Okay.

Miss Day, if I could just talk to you for a second, please. Hi, Jody. Hi,

Nellie.

Officer? Detective, actually.

Miss Day, I found something in Blake Jarvis' workshop. It's of a personal

nature. Oh.

This should be good. A photo of you was found in Blake's possession.

Enchanted. Do so.

Oh, he kept it.

Nellie, look.

Oh, ooh la la.

I know, right?

Would you care to explain the circumstances that led to that photo?

have you ever lost a bet?

Oh, that's not, uh... I was, oh, sir, it would be Blake in that dress.

But somehow he drew into the whole house.

Time? Yeah.

I'll take it.

Thank you.

Do you want a ride? No.

A milkshake? No.

It's so great. Oh, is that how it's pronounced? Oh, here we go.

Goodie. Thank you. Thank you. That looks fantastic.

Thank you.

I do have a magnifying glass, by the way. I am a detective, after all.

Working on the weekend, huh?

How about you? How was your weekend?

Well, I went to go see my grandmother and the many, many gentlemen who love

Oh, so Grandma's a bit of a heartbreaker, is she?

Granny Lou, more heartwarming.

I see.

So, kind of like you, I guess.

Hmm.

Oh. Don't think I'm a lone wolf anymore?

They didn't say that. I'm still trying to figure you out.

Do I make it difficult? My friend Fiona says I can be difficult. I wouldn't say

difficult, just... It's a bit of a process.

Okay, well, bring it on.

What do you want to know?

I am? Anything?

Yes. Okay.

Let's see.

Oh, I know.

What? makes you so relentlessly happy?

Oh, honestly,

um, most things make me happy.

Well, I guess a few things don't make me happy.

Okay, well, what are those?

If you don't mind my asking.

Yeah, um, well, I wasn't always a lone wolf. Oh, really?

I was engaged to Fred, my childhood friend, later my boyfriend.

And then he proposed.

It was a dark and stormy night, pouring rain in the parking lot behind the

county fair midway.

He had won this little plastic purple ring in one of those toss games.

And he just dropped down to his knee right into a puddle.

We were laughing so hard I could hardly get the words out to say yes.

I remember on the car stereo, the song was Every Rose Has Its Thorn.

Poison.

Good song.

Yeah, yeah, great song.

I'm sorry, it's not a sad memory.

I have a lot of great memories with Fred, but time was not on our side. He

died in a car accident five years ago.

I'm so sorry.

Well, he gave me an appreciation for glam rock.

Yes, he did. And dancing in the rain.

Taught me what it's like to love and be loved.

I guess I just choose not to be that.

Heart on my sleeve.

Oh, she's perfect.

Oh, I just love her.

She was right under my panties.

Oh, bless you.

Um, here you go.

Hey, you.

Nellie Parker.

Thanks for showing up. I was worried you were going to hide on me forever

because you did a bad thing.

You can't think that kitten was a bad thing.

She's growing on me.

Surf or turf?

Surf, please.

So, Peter, Jody called you before I saw you at Blake's. You came there after you

knew that he had been killed.

Hang on a second.

That's not what I knew.

Jody said an ambulance went to pick him up. That's it. Uh -huh. She said nothing

about murder.

I know.

It looks bad. Yeah, it looks bad. You lied.

I had an argument with Blake I didn't want to tell you.

I wanted to get something back.

There was a watch he won off Grace the Friday before.

A watch?

Grace was no card shark.

She had the flush, but she'd already bet away everything we brought.

Grace was so upset with herself.

And I'd become this villain who wouldn't let her get a cat. Peter, that's not

the reason. Anyway, I went to see Blake, explained that the watch was worth too

much for our game. He wouldn't hear it. He said he won fair and square, rules

are rules.

So you used the opportunity of him going in an ambulance to sneak in and try and

steal it back?

I'd cop to it when he realized what I did.

Maybe by then he'd see the light. I didn't know he was murdered, Nellie.

I just thought he'd cut one of his big Blake thumbs on a table saw.

Oh, look, they have lunch.

She's wearing Grace's bloody watch.

How are you doing?

Sadness turned to anger thanks to my mother. She should never have hired that

private investigator.

She's just trying to help you.

She was yelling at the police in your defense yesterday.

Well, yelling is my mother's specialty.

There was a robbery at the private eye's office, right?

Yeah, but he has digital files, so the police are going to get everything.

Really? They will?

Maybe they'll solve this now so they can stop persecuting me.

Talia, I have to ask you.

Where did you get this?

From Blake.

Just out of the blue, too.

Probably buttering me up so I wouldn't suspect cheating.

It wasn't really him.

You don't think he took this from the other woman, do you? He took it from

Grace.

Blake stole my watch from Grace?

Not exactly.

He won it.

Fair is fair.

When is this going to get easier?

I don't know.

I'm sorry. Oh, boy.

Michael? Dahlia Shatters, you are under arrest for the murder of Blake Jarvis.

Please stand up.

Turn around.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You ready

to go? Let's go.

How can you do this? She has an alibi. She was with me. There's no way she

murdered Blake.

Michael. She was texting him all night long. Seriously? So she. She lied.

She was texting him every 10 minutes until 1130, which is when she could have

killed him. And Nellie, the text, they were not friendly. No, but Rumpel said

the security light of the workshop went on earlier than that.

Tell it to the judge, Nellie. There's nothing I can do for you. Michael, wait,

please.

Dahlia admitted she talked to Blake. She said that call was her only

communication with him. Okay, so she was embarrassed. My column was coming out.

What if her letter was chosen?

What letter?

Nellie, what letter?

Dahlia wrote into my column for advice about Blake's cheating. She signed it

worried in Babelton, but I knew it was her because I know her handwriting. I

always figure it out. Anyways, I went to go see Blake to talk to him about the

letter. We talked about this.

We did the communication thing. No more lone wolf stuff. Were you ever going to

tell me about this? I tried to tell you. You did not.

I don't believe Dahlia killed Blake.

Nellie, don't you get it?

It doesn't matter what you believe. This is police work.

Suspects get treated with objectivity, and you just don't have that.

No, I guess I don't.

And if it means turning my back on my friends, I don't think I want it.

Ellie.

I can't. I tried. I just made it worse. But Delia didn't do it. Please, Ellie.

Nellie, Dahlia didn't do it. Okay, so that night, you and Dahlia, making

vegetarian spaghetti. With eggplant.

Yum. Then what?

We started a movie around 9 .30. What about Blake's neighbor? He's a really

old man. Do you think he's the murderer?

All right, so Dahlia's texting during the movie.

Angry with Blake? Yeah, she was texting, but I didn't ask about what I know

better. What about Jodi Day? Did you know Jodi worked for Blake, but she got

laid off? Okay, when did the movie end? Around 11 .30.

Then we went to our rooms. To bed. Okay, so Dahlia stops texting with Blake at

11 .30.

Colleen, couldn't Dahlia just have snuck out without you realizing?

No, no way. I would have heard her on account of her squeaky door.

Okay, the police are going to need more proof than that.

How do we prove that Dahlia stayed in her room?

It couldn't be that easy.

It couldn't?

If she stuck out to Blake, it would be on camera.

And if she didn't, the tape could clear her.

That's when we got home. Five o 'clock on Wednesday, like Dahlia told you.

Here we go.

904.

I forgot.

Dahlia wanted hot chocolate. Ooh, the hot cocoa run.

Don't gotta tell me about those, eh, Meg?

Hey, uh...

It's not enough time for a

murder. Anyway, it is too early. Blake was still playing poker.

We're headed into time of death.

Yeah.

That's it?

Yep. See, Dahlia didn't go out.

Bub kiss.

For the love of the Lord, let that girl out before her mother shows up.

Boss? Yes?

Larry Foote has something.

You'll want to see this.

Is it the PI's photos?

Yeah, this might shake things up, huh? Let's find out.

You were about to let Dahlia out, remember?

She said let her out.

Darling, not yet.

Could you take Colleen home for us, please? Yeah. No, I don't want to go

Dahlia.

Honey, sometimes we don't always get what we want.

It's going to be okay.

Thanks for everything, Nellie.

Something just doesn't add up.

I don't get it. What's bothering you?

Time of death is between 10 p .m. and midnight. You and Dahlia are watching a

movie. She's angry. She's texting Blake. The movie ends 11 .30.

She stops rage texting Blake. You both go to bed.

The police think that's when she goes to Blake's and pushes him down the stairs.

The walk is ten minutes away. The police are wrong. Why haven't they released

her yet?

Show me. Show you what? None of this matters. You get to be Dahlia. I'm going

retrace that. Show me her bedroom.

Yeah.

There's no way she could have climbed out of here.

Is there another way she could have snuck out?

Well, I guess that's the alibi.

Michael? Nellie? No, no, no, it's me. They're giving me one phone call since

last night.

Dahlia, I'm so sorry. I promised I would fix things, and it's just such a mess.

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry. I should have told you about those text messages. It's just...

We thought Blake was cheating, and I was acting like a jealous girlfriend,

giving him the gears.

I couldn't show the detective.

I'm ashamed. I couldn't show anyone, not even you.

I understand.

Why did the police keep asking me about a letter?

Worried in Bableton, the letter that you sent me for advice.

Nellie, I never wrote you a letter. And new Michael keeps insisting that I did.

What was it about, and why do you think it came from me?

The heart's on the ice. That's you.

Or someone who knows you.

Well, lots of people draw hearts.

Dahlia, I gotta call you back.

Wait, no, I can't answer a call.

Nellie?

Stop! Nellie, it's not what you think.

Good grief, just...

Was it the letter?

Or stupid P .I. Larry in his photos? I never even saw him. You knew the

camera would show that you two had stayed in the apartment all night.

But you climbed down the garden trellis to sneak out back to see Blake.

Do you suppose I was Blake's other woman desperately in love with my

stepsister's boyfriend?

No. No, I don't suppose you liked him at all.

There was no other woman Blake loved, Dahlia.

Either you were mad because you genuinely believed that he was cheating

or you made up that bogus cheating story yourself.

Why?

I was 20 when Dahlia's dad and my mom got married, so we didn't get to grow up

together. I'd never had a little sister, and she'd never had anyone to look out

for her like I could. So that's what this is about, protecting your sister?

Blake was always too busy.

He wouldn't even invite her to poker.

But the thing is, Blake was never too good to take her money.

Dahlia cares about me. She cared about Blake and you, everyone.

But I could see that her life wasn't going to be good with him. She just

couldn't see it because he wasn't bad enough, you know? You knew that he was

going to propose.

You were the one who went to Vera's and tried on the engagement ring. He thought

I'd be happy for them. How crazy is that?

Why fake a letter to me then?

I thought you would advise her to dump him if he was unfaithful to her. And I

guess if I sent something personalized, you'd think it came from Delia, and

you'd get right in there, and you'd fix it. But I didn't get to Blake in time.

No.

Neither did I.

Wait, what?

He was dead when you got there?

I didn't go there to kill Blake.

I went to finally confront him. And when I saw him crumpled like that at the

bottom of the stairs...

You're going to have to tell the police all of this.

But Nellie, who killed Blake?

Don't answer it.

Paige.

Put the phone down.

Hi, it's Nellie.

Hi, Detective.

I don't want to hurt you. Just don't say anything.

Don't tell him I'm here.

Don't speak to the detective, Nellie. I came here to talk to you.

Nellie, the police let me out.

Nellie, are you there? Yes, detective. I'm just at the office right now. No!

Nellie, I've got big news to tell you. The PI had photos of Paige Woolley at

Blake's house. New Michael just sped out of here to arrest her.

I am not trying to hurt

you. Nellie? I am asking you to listen.

Paige, they have photos of you.

At Blake's house that night. Yes, because I was there.

I waited until the game ended and I hid so Connor wouldn't see me. Why?

I thought you might know.

You stole from Rumpelstein.

So you do know.

Nellie.

Blake was blackmailing me. I had to meet him after the game with the cash.

I'm mortified.

Uncle Rumble trusted me. It just got so complicated.

Connor is a banker, but he is also a shopaholic.

Our bank accounts are all drained. I was already working full time. You used it

as a chance to get out of debt. I met one of Connor's clients who said he'd

me in for half the difference if he got the house for $80 ,000 under market

value. And I advised Uncle Rumble it was a good deal.

He has these hang -ups about privacy and strangers. I thought it was low risk.

I knew he would never gossip about the sale price.

Well, there was one person he was willing to tell.

Except for that's not how Blake found out.

He overheard me talking with the buyer in the yard.

He was just so stupid of me.

So you had to cut him in. I saw him at Vera's looking at her diamonds. He was

desperate to propose.

But all of his money was tied up with Dahlia and her mom and the business. I

convinced him to keep his mouth shut for half my share.

But with that cash coming in, why did you have to take a second job?

Guilt.

I decided I was going to pay Uncle Rumpel back no matter how long it takes.

I have to get Connor out of debt, Nellie, or we'll lose our home.

I didn't know what else to do.

Were you hiding in the bushes when I found Blake's body?

I went to tell him that I was coming clean with Uncle Rumpel. I hoped he'd

return the cash. We could both do the right thing.

But I was too late.

So did you trash Larry Foote's office to destroy the photos of you? No!

Of course not. I didn't even know about Foote at all until tonight.

I didn't damage any property. I didn't hurt anyone. And I didn't kill Blake.

So who else knew about Larry Foote?

Dahlia? Zinnia?

Colleen? I guess any of the poker players who were there that night and

when they left.

Connor said that he heard that Blake had been murdered when Jody called Peter at

the bank.

But Jody didn't tell Peter that Blake was dead, which means...

Connor knew because he killed Blake.

That's enough, Nellie.

Connor, what are you doing? Put the gun down. Put it down. You don't even know

how... Say nothing, Nellie, or Paige dies.

Connor.

Connor, you don't want to hurt her. You're the one who knew that she was

blackmailed. You were trying to be her hero.

Won't make any difference.

She thinks I'm a failure.

Connor, please, give me the gun.

You don't want to hurt her.

You love your wife.

You're right, Nellie.

It would be better if you died.

Hands up!

Connor Woolley, you are under arrest for the murder of Blake Jarvis. You have

the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in

the court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided for you.

Thank you. You good?

Mm -hmm.

You? Yeah, not bad, considering.

How'd you know?

You go first.

You came for Paige?

Yeah, I did. But then I realized she couldn't have died.

Because if she had, she would have picked up that cash.

Only Connor, Willie, was so bad with cash, he didn't have the good sense to

up a stack of it sitting right under his nose.

So bad?

Mm -hmm.

I saw the financial.

Larry Foote surveillance photos caught Paige sneaking around Blake.

At 10 .15 and then again 10 minutes later, not enough time to commit a

And it was way before Rumpelstiltskin saw the light turn on too, so.

Well, that is some solid evidence, detective.

Yeah. Objectivity.

Hmm.

Magnifying glass?

No.

Ooh.

It doesn't explain why you came here instead of going to the Woolies' house.

No, I guess it doesn't.

Why did you come here?

Because, Nellie, by now I realize that anyone who has a problem in Bableton

comes to see you.

So what next?

Mickey, I need you over here for a minute.

A detective's work is never done. Mm -hmm.

Mm -hmm.

What a beautiful day.

Hey.

Time to make it official.

Well deserved.

Welcome to the force, Detective.

Thank you, Sheriff. I mean... You'll get it. I will get it. I will.

Thank you.

You got the cat.

I sure did.

Hit and listen longing in Bableton turns out to be regretfully allergic in

Bableton. Hmm.

So Nellie Nose doesn't always know everything about everything then, huh?

I do have it on good authority that congratulations are in order.

Well done, Detective Michael. Thank you. You're going to have to use to see me

around town.

Ooh, single and ready to mingle in Bableton.

Oh, brother.

You know, some of us around here have work to do.

Come on, Helen's for lunch?

Yeah, it's a Belgian waffle kind of day. Ooh, international.

Sophisticated. What are you going to have?

I still have the special.

I want to be surprised.

Why doesn't that surprise me?