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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.

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..."

"...especially with family."

"Reunion often feels scary

but could be
just what you need."

"Honesty is the best policy,

even when
the truth is unpopular."

That Nelly Parker--

she sure is something.

Mm-hmm.

You've been, um,
seeing her around?

Sure.
It's Babbleton, after all.

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!

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.

That was Palmer Arlott--

..."Estranged in Babbleton".

The widow
who lives in the manor?

Yeah.

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...

Toodles.

...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.

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.

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.

Out of hand? Uh...

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.

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.

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?

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!

Uh-uh-uh!

Oh!

Allow me, please.
Chivalry is not entirely dead.

Oh! Thank you.

You're very welcome.

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.

Good evening, Miss Parker.

Thank you.

- Sir.
- Hey.

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.

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!

Hmm!

Oh.

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

- Be nice.
- Just asking.

- 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.

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.

Hmm!

Estranged,
up until tonight.

"Estranged."

Bold call.

Married, uh, to Mr. Velvet?

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?

I don't know.

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

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.

Moxie looks happy.

Isn't she marvelous?

So, Clara...

Nelly tells me
that you're a painter.

Is that right?

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!

Oh...

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."
- Really?

Who wants to talk
about what I do?

Uh... you--

you must be Teddy's cousin?

No.

I'm Palmer's
wicked half-sister.

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.

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.

All of it?
We were meant to share,

and now it's all
going to a dog?

Arlott Manor?
How could you?

That dog?

How does a dog inherit?

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!

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.

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!

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?

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.

There was the treehouse--

do you remember that?

Of course, I do, Miss Arlott.

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.

You gotta land
on your own two feet, Teddy.

Handouts don't fix anything.

This is everything
I knew you'd say.

You make it impossible
to talk to you!

Just give me a break.

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!

Watch out!

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

Nelly, that went horribly.

What am I gonna do next?

Palmer, you were honest...

and... brave and...

...the night
can only get better.

Adam, make me

one of those lovely cocktails
from your office.

Ah! Gin smash.

Coming up.

Nelly?

A word?

Uh, yes.

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

Is it an outage?

- Michael?
- It's all right.

Oh, my God.

Norman! Were those gunshots?

Let's find out.

He's been shot!
Nobody move.

I'm a detective.
Everybody, stay back.

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?

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?

Is that a gun?

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.

Yep.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

I was by the fireplace.

I closed my eyes in the dark.

Like this--

Oh.

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

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

the labradors
and the duck hunts?

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.

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.

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...

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.

Clara's a bit trickier.

She wasn't wearing a jacket.

She didn't have
any sleeves, so...

...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?

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?

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.

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?

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.

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...

...I can't shoot.

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

Bit of a life problem
these days.

Sure.

The difference is

Bree always detested me.

Wh-- No! Why?

Moxie never trusted her.

Oh... Moxie always knows.

Palmer never accepted me--

not the way she accepts Hux,
even Clara.

Mm.

What could
she have done differently?

I mean, I was never
asking for a parade.

Were you asking for money?

Bree needs my money.

I mean, she always made
this pathetic claim

that I flaunted my wealth.

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.

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--

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.

I did it.

I found a match
for the prints on the gun.

Good job.

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.

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.

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?

What?

You were there!

So was Michael.

Yeah, but we didn't do it.

Okay.

The butler.

What is that?

No web presence.

Really? Huh.

Who doesn't
have a web presence?

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!

Nelly?

Uh... Oh!

I-- Yeah.

Hmm!

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.

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?

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?

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!

Oh...

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?
- 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.

Thank you, Nelly.

They symbolize
a new beginning.

Hmm.

"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.

Oh!

Doesn't he love
breakfast for dinner?

Make him pancakes!
There you go.

Yes! Oh.

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!

I didn't finish
the whip for the mousse,

'cause that's when
the power went out.

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?

Uh...

Madam Arlott
has been disturbed!

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

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

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...

...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.

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...

Are you, uh, sure
this is the right spot?

Mm-hmm. This is
the edge of the manor grounds.

Hey! That's Teddy.
Look at the limp.

That's the rugby injury.

Is that Leah?

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.

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.

Yeah, you withheld that.

I asked you
how you got the catering job.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Hux?

Clara?

Have you seen Hux?

I have not.

That's the manor grounds...

but...

yours has more trees.

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...

...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.

Oh!

Where's the room?

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.

No!

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.

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...

...how is the styling business?

Loaded question.

Not good, Nelly.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

Oh!

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

So it is...

you're absolutely right.

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...

Uh-huh!

Ah-hah!

The lock is scratched.

Someone forced it!

Whoa.

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.

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?

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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

Shh...

Now, this should be
shared wall.

Norman did it!

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

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.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Shh.

I know.

Shh!

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.

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...

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.

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--

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

Norman, this isn't right,

and you always
do things the right way.

Don't you?

Freeze!

We know you were
just trying to protect us.

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.

Be a good girl, sweetheart.

Oh!

Bye.

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.

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."

"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.

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.

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!

♪ 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 ♪