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You got lucky up in Boston.

This ain't no Boston.

And just how might I get myself hurt?

Accident? Maybe?

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote. What do you want?

You've never had the love of a good man.

She got away with murder once, didn't she, in Boston?

No, she did not. I believe he was poisoned.

The sheriff had found arsenic? In my storeroom. Follow us!

It was a heart attack, Doris, pure and simple.

Paul never felt a thing. He was sick in his stomach, Doc, real sick.

But Jake's been poorly for some time.

The fact is, it's a merciful blessing. It saved him from a lot of pain and

suffering.

Look, why don't you just go to sleep, and I'll talk to you in the morning.

Good night.

Good morning, Edge.

Looks good today, Ellen.

Besides you.

Now, a smooth talker like you ought to learn to take his baseball cap off

indoors.

What were you saying about Jack Garinger? Oh, he had his dinner here

every night, including last night.

You're sitting in his seat.

Hey, Ross.

That sexy wife of yours is still nursing for old Doc Logan.

Yeah, do you mind? This is a private conversation.

Yeah? Let's see how well you talk with a mouth full of knuckles.

That's enough, Edge.

I don't like people treating me like dirt.

Look, maybe you ought to just go back outside and cool off a little bit, okay?

I'll save you some coffee and some donuts.

Forget it.

Sorry about that.

Hey, Rawls, did Lauren tell you what Jake died of? Heart attack. All that

fat.

Tried to sell him on low cholesterol.

He liked that pan gravy and lots of it.

Well, he dug his own grave with a spoon.

You know, I believe I'll have some of your homemade cinnamon buns here with

extra butter.

Cute.

Just what the hell did you think you were doing?

Doris Gerringer called first thing this morning to tell you what she tried to

tell you last night, only you wouldn't listen.

So naturally, you just faxed off Jake's symptoms to the poison control center.

Here's their answer. And another thing.

Without consulting with me, you called over to County General Pathology

Laboratory and asked them to run some tests on Jake's organs.

Doctor, the symptoms are very similar.

Look, I don't know nothing about no poison.

I do know that I wrote down heart failure on the death certificate.

Are you trying to tell me I'm too old to know my business? No, of course not. I'm

sorry if I...

Excuse me.

Dr. Logan's office?

Yes, doctor, he is.

Dr. Joel Perlman, County General Pathology.

Hey, Joel, how you doing? What's up?

Is that so?

Arsenic, huh?

Well, of course that's what I figured.

Why else you think I ordered up all them tests?

Ray, you got a volume control on that thing? Yes, sir.

Sorry, Sheriff.

Listen, I'm taking a ride down to Barstow and see what's stirring.

Sheriff's office.

Hold on.

Sheriff, Doc Logan.

Yeah, Doc.

Jake, what about Jake?

You don't say.

Half the houses in town are for sale. Nobody's buying new cars.

Not like it was before you left.

Sorry you came back.

Wasn't so great where I was at.

Everybody in this town knows that.

It's funny how things work out.

Take you and me.

That's ancient history.

We were just kids then. Let me get you some more coffee.

Ellen?

I'd like to talk to you in the back.

I have a customer.

No, Ross won't mind.

Would you, Ross?

I mind.

Okay, but I'd like to look around anyway.

Excuse me.

Can I ask what you're looking for?

Yeah, Jake Garinger had dinner in here last night.

Yeah, like always.

You know Dora. She has trouble boiling water.

Kenny Lab Boy said Jake was poisoned.

Poisoned?

You're saying he was poisoned here in my restaurant? That's impossible.

I'll have to have this analyzed.

I'll save you the trouble. It's arsenic.

Yeah? Go on. Oh, come on. The guy who used to own the restaurant got it from

the tannery to kill ants. When I resent the accusation... I'm not accusing you

of anything, ma'am. Look, there's only one reason that you're here, Sheriff,

and that's because of Boston.

Well, might have crossed my mind.

Fact is, you're the only woman in town I know of who's ever been tried for

murder.

Tried and found not guilty.

Ellen?

The trouble with you is you don't warm up to people much.

You know, folks around here like to forgive and forget.

But you don't give people much of a chance to show how friendly they can be.

You got lucky up in Boston when that writer friend of yours convinced the

jury that you didn't kill your husband.

But this ain't no Boston.

Thanks for picking me up in Barstow, Mr. Apple.

But you needn't have bothered, you know. I could have taken the bus.

Next bus doesn't come through Drywells till tomorrow morning.

And, uh, please don't call me Mr. Apple.

Makes me sound like a character on Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood.

Name's Herb.

Well, Herb, thank you. My pleasure.

Besides, I wanted to get you to Drywells as soon as possible.

Ellen needs all the help she can get.

She should have had some big city high-powered attorney, but, you know.

She couldn't afford one, and the court appointed me.

Well, that's not exactly the way Ellen tells it.

Ellen's a friend.

I sure hope you can pull a rabbit out of the hat again.

It's the only hope I have.

How'd you like to have lunch with your husband for a change? Where?

The Board of Health has locked up Ellen Wicker's place, and the Sheriff has

locked up Ellen Wicker.

Which explains why you're cruising Main Street looking for company.

Laura, for God's sake, loosen up.

You used to enjoy love in the afternoon.

I still might.

With the right man.

Ellen?

Oh, Jessica!

Oh, thank God you came!

Well, did you think I wouldn't?

You got ten minutes.

Oh, I was so sorry to impose, but I didn't have anybody else I could turn

to. It's no imposition, believe me.

How can you sleep on this thing?

Badly.

All right, tell me what happened.

Didn't Herb fill you in?

Well, he told me that a man had died, that you'd been arrested.

That the sheriff had found arsenic? In the storeroom.

I should have never come back here, Jess.

Why did you come back?

Oh, when my parents were still alive.

No matter how badly things were going for me, I could always come home.

I guess I thought in familiar surroundings with old friends, maybe the

hurts would heal.

I guess we all have a place like that.

Mine is Cabot Cove.

Yeah, but dry wells isn't like that anymore.

It all began when the tannery shut down and half the people in town lost their

jobs. Yeah, Herb showed me the abandoned tannery when we drove into town.

That was from the earthquake.

Boy, it was a beauty. 6.8.

Destroyed homes, damaged shops on Main Street that were never rebuilt.

When I saw those boarded-up buildings, I should have just got back on the bus.

Most of my friends are gone, and I just didn't know where to go.

All right, well, let's get started. Now, this man Gerringer, I mean, did you have

any kind of motive?

Not really, though the sheriff thinks otherwise.

Oh, and that's another thing, Jessica. Sheriff Hayes, you won't be getting any

help from him, not where I'm concerned.

Oh, why?

Time's up.

Let Ms. Fletcher out, Mary Jo.

Oh, surely ten minutes isn't up already.

Sorry, ma'am, we have to cut it short. Ms. Wicker's due at the county

courthouse for a ring room. Oh, good. I'll go with her.

And pay her bail.

She won't go out there before somebody gets hurt. Don't worry about it, Ray.

Them folks are just making their flaws known.

It's American way.

Hello?

Stop it, Edge Potter. I know your voice.

There's laws against saying those things.

Look, if you're trying to shock us, you're only betraying your ignorance.

We've all heard words like this, and usually with a good deal more

originality.

You know, I've known some of those people in front of the courthouse all my

life.

This was a nice little town once, at least I thought it was. Oh, it's not the

town. Believe me, even Cabot Cove, as much as I love it, has its share of

rotten apples.

Jess, I can't go through it again.

The phone calls, the hate mail, people screaming at me. Yes, you can and you

will. Now, you've got nothing to apologize for, nothing to fear.

And I'm going to stick right here with you until we work this thing out.

And how do we do that?

Well, for starters, tell me about Jake Gerringer's daughter, Doris.

Oh, I don't know her all that well.

Doris mostly keeps to herself.

Kind of plain, kind of mousy-looking.

Lately, I've heard she's been looking real strange.

No, Mrs. Fletcher, I don't mind talking about my father's death. Not at all.

Oh, though it is kind of painful, of course.

Would you like a glass of French champagne?

Oh, no, no, not right now, thank you.

Do you always entertain drop-in guests so lavishly?

I never entertain at all.

I'm practicing for the way I'm gonna live in Hollywood when I get Daddy's

insurance money.

Hmm.

You know, you are the first celebrity I have ever met.

Well, you certainly went to a great deal of trouble.

About Ellen.

I did it right, didn't I?

Caviar. And this liver stuff and all.

Perfect.

I got it out of a magazine.

Didn't realize how much it cost, though.

Doris, about Ellen.

Ellen, she was my very best friend in high school, and I'd be glad to help any

way I can.

I understand that she worked for your father at one point. Mm-hmm. We both

did. I guess she told you my daddy fired her.

Well, I actually... I felt sorry for her.

It wasn't fair.

Even if he did catch her stealing at the register, he should have given her

another chance.

Ellen was the most popular girl in high school.

Everybody liked her.

I envied her so much.

And you wanted to be like her.

No, I... I wanted to be her.

Then I wouldn't have had to live with that old man.

My daddy treated me like a slave. Never let me have any friends.

Well, anyway, she shouldn't have done it.

What makes you so sure that she did?

She got away with murder once, didn't she, in Boston?

No, she did not.

That's what I heard.

Oh, I can hardly wait for the trial.

I have to buy myself something nice to wear.

I think I make a terrific witness, don't you?

Sheriff Hayes, are you there?

Come in, Sheriff Hayes.

Yeah, Mary Jo, what's up?

Eddie, Em Hart's waiting in your office. Says she's got something important to

tell you about her dead husband.

My Wilbur died exactly three weeks ago today.

I didn't have the heart to clean out his closet until yesterday.

I kept seeing those empty shoes there.

I started to cry, thinking how I'd never see his big feet again.

Ma'am, I just don't have a whole lot of time. Oh, shoot. There's a point to

this, Sheriff, and I'm going to get to it.

Now... After I did his closet, I cleaned out his side of the bathroom medicine

cabinet and I found these pills.

His bladder medicine.

You see, Doc Logan's name is there on the side.

What about it? Well, Doc said he died of his heart. But there wasn't any heart

medicine. Because he didn't have a bad heart.

I was with him when he died. He was clutching his stomach. He was in a lot

of pain.

Just exactly like Jake Gerringer.

You're gonna think I'm crazy, Sheriff.

But I believe he was poisoned.

You know, I really shouldn't do this without Dr. Logan's permission.

He's out to lunch.

Well, Doc, that's a permanent condition.

Go on.

Wilbur Emhart.

His last physical was before the quake.

Doctor diagnosed an irritated bladder, prescribed medication, and put him on a

special diet.

No heart problems?

None indicated.

You got a copy of his death certificate in there?

Cause of death?

Heart failure.

It's a Friday.

Doc has a habit of usually leaving early on Fridays to drive down to Laughlin for

a weekend of heavy gambling.

Around noon.

Time of death is 2.15 p.m. Well, Doc could have rushed through the

examination to get back on schedule.

Anyway, thanks a lot, Laura.

Tell the Doc that I stopped by.

Sheriff, do you think Alan Wicker's one of them serial killers?

Don't matter much what I think.

Evidence will speak for itself.

Mary Jo?

Yes, sir, Sheriff.

Call Judge Peller. Tell him I need to have a body dug up.

Jake Geringer didn't catch me stealing.

Somebody lied to him and told him I took money out of the register.

Somebody like his daughter, Doris?

There were several clerks.

Guess it could have been Doris.

Anyway, Jake reported it to the Sheriff's office.

I think he wanted to scare me more than anything else.

I got scared, okay?

Not by Jake.

Sheriff Deloy Hayes.

Of course, he wasn't sheriff then, just a deputy, but he said he could fix

things for me on a friendly basis.

How well he fixed things depended on how friendly I got.

I wasn't even 20 yet.

Hayes was 30.

As mean and cold then as it is today.

He had me in a cell, backed up against the wall.

Herb Apple hadn't come in just then, I... What happened?

Herb had gone to see Jake and got him to drop the charges, and next day I left

town.

And the last thing I remember seeing...

His Deloy Hayes eyes staring at me as the bus pulled out.

That was 15 years ago, Jessica.

And about the only thing that hasn't changed in this town is Deloy Hayes.

Hey, Herb, just in time.

I almost missed all the fun.

What the hell is this about, Sheriff?

It's all in the court order, Counselor. Read it for yourself.

Look at this.

Old Wilbur looks as good as the day he was buried.

Figures.

Preservation is one of the properties of arsenic.

Tanner used a ton of it.

Ray, have Wilbur delivered to the pathology department of county general.

You got it.

There's no way you can hang this on Ellen.

Just doing my job, Herb.

Tell that to Ms. Fletcher, too.

Tell her to stay out of my way or get out of my town.

Howdy, Miss Fletcher. Hello.

I hear you've been all over town seeing folks, even crazy Doris.

Now, that ain't very smart.

Be ashamed to put in all this exercise and all of a sudden get yourself hurt.

And just how might I get myself hurt?

Accident, maybe.

Town's kind of edgy these days.

Never know what's liable to happen.

Is that some sort of threat?

Now, if I was you, I'd think real hard about catching the next bus out of here.

Well, thanks for the advice.

I'll give it some thought.

Now, where's my manners?

I'll just take you to the station myself.

Get on.

Oh, where did you come from?

Sheriff asked me to keep an eye on you. You all right, Miss Fletcher? Oh, yes,

I'm just fine. No damage, just my nerves.

It's butter.

It's three bricks short of a full load.

I'll have a chat with him later.

Everybody in this town is not like him, Miss Fletcher. Well, thank goodness.

And thanks for you.

Although I'm sure this isn't what the sheriff had in mind when he said to keep

your eye on me.

Well, no question about it, Ellen.

Wilbur Emhart was poisoned.

Arsenic.

Just like Jay Gerringer.

I can't believe this.

He was, uh... He was one of your regulars, too, wasn't he? Oh, for God's

sake, you too.

No, of course not, of course not. I'm just, uh... I'm just reflecting what

people are saying.

Or, you know, at least thinking.

Now, relax.

It's... You're gonna come through this okay.

I'm here.

Huh?

I mean, uh... Haven't I always been here?

When you needed me?

Huh?

Yeah.

Oh, come on. Come on.

Please don't. This is stupid and embarrassing.

Stop it!

Funny, isn't it, Jess?

How I seem to bring out the best in people.

It's all right, Ellen.

Stay here.

I don't suppose you can describe the car, can you?

Well, no, it was too dark to see.

I'll see to it that this window gets replaced, and I'll take care of painting

the porch for you, Ellen.

Thank you.

I would have been here sooner if I wasn't hanging around with Dr. Logan at

the County General waiting for the lab test results of Wilbur Emhart.

It was arsenic poisoning, all right.

I know.

I understand that two of the victims were Dr. Logan's patients.

Doc says that if the poisoning hadn't gotten him, something else would have.

I'm sorry, Ellen, but this business with Wilbur is gonna make things tougher.

You haven't changed your mind about defending me, have you?

Of course I haven't.

Uh, I'll get it.

Did you know your phone was off the hook when I came in? Well, Ellen has had

several unpleasant calls recently.

How long has this been going on?

Since early this morning, it never quits.

Ellen, I am so sorry.

Whatever it takes, however long it takes, we're going to get you through

this.

Sheriff's office, Deputy Gomez.

The sheriff isn't here right now.

Hold it. He just walked in.

Mrs. Gorman, she sounds kind of hysterical.

Laura?

Laura, just slow down. I can't understand you.

He's gone, Sheriff.

Ain't been dead more than 15 to 20 minutes, though.

Poison again, Doc?

Now, how the hell would I know? I ain't no damn coroner.

How you feeling, Laura?

Better, thanks.

Well, you look like hell.

You've had a bad shock. I want you upstairs.

I need to ask her a couple more questions first.

Laura, you said Ross told you he had some kind of business meeting tonight.

And you went up to bed around 10 o'clock, right?

Yes. And then later you heard Ross come in, you know, banging around like he'd

had too much to drink. But you don't know where he'd been.

I didn't get a chance to talk to him.

He called out my name, and when I went downstairs, I found him doubled up sick.

He couldn't talk. He fell.

It was awful.

That's when I called you.

Ray? Would you answer that thing?

Okay, up you go.

I want you in bed for a while.

These questions can wait.

Sheriff, it's Mary Jo.

Yeah, hello?

Yeah, what's the trouble, Mary Jo?

When did the call come in?

I don't know, muffled tone, hard to hear, yeah.

Did they give a name?

Yeah. What exactly did the caller say?

Maybe you should try to get some sleep, Alan.

I can't.

Why don't you go to bed, Jess? You must be tired.

I can't sleep either.

I mean, this poison.

Something is missing. I just can't get a handle on it.

About tonight, about Ross?

I'm sorry you had to see that.

Oh, it wasn't your fault.

When he invited himself over for a drink, I should have known better.

You know, mostly everybody thought we were gonna get married, including me.

That was before Jake Gerringer's accusation ran me out of town.

I guess... Ross just thought he could pick up where we left off.

Never had much luck with men, Jess.

Not even Herb Apple?

Oh, Herb's a dear friend, but I never thought of him in that way.

It's too bad. Maybe you should try.

Who could that be? It's almost one o'clock.

It's the sheriff.

Ellen, mind if I come in?

Ms. Fletcher?

Sheriff, anything wrong?

Seems a little late for a social call.

Oh, nothing, ma'am.

Trouble is like babies.

Mostly it comes at night.

What kind of trouble?

Ross Corman was here earlier tonight, right, Ellen?

Yes, he was.

Yeah, we got a tip about that.

Had some wine, I expect.

That's right. Why?

Had stains on his shirt.

Could have matched the wine in that bottle there.

What do you mean stains on his shirt?

He's dead ma'am What looks like he was poisoned

Ellen I'm confiscating this bottle

and you're coming with me down to my office Not just a moment sheriff. I had

some of that wine. We both did our glasses are right here

Well, where's Ross Corman's glass?

I washed it after he left, along with mine and a plate.

So you didn't poison the whole bottle, just Ross's glass?

That's such a stupid accusation. We know you had the arsenic. You could have put

enough aside to get even with an old boyfriend who dumped you years ago.

Look, Sheriff, you have no right. You stay out of this, ma'am. It's none of

your business.

Now, Ellen, you grab your coat. You can call your lawyer from my office.

All right, go with him, Ellen.

I'll call Herb.

Now, having got you out in the middle of the night, the least I can do is to make

some coffee.

It was a dirty trick, the sheriff arresting Ellen at night.

He knows I won't be able to get a hold of the judge until late in the morning.

Well, with everything that's been going on around here tonight, I think that

she's safer in jail.

Nice try, but I don't think you mean that.

Herb, what do you think's gonna happen? I mean, really.

Worst-case scenario, I don't want to think about.

After the sheriff has finished setting folks against Ellen, it'll be hard as

hell to find an impartial jury.

Folks in this town are like sheep. You lead them by the nose, they'll follow

you anywhere.

Of course, with the sheriff, it's personal.

But you know that.

I know that.

I am totally perplexed. I mean, it seems inconceivable that there's a psychopath

running around poisoning people.

Certainly not, Ellen.

But people are dying, and there has to be a logical reason.

Well, I hope you made that coffee strong. I don't expect to get much sleep

tonight.

Jessica?

Hello?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Didn't you tell me that the dry wells that this town is named for are close by

the tannery ruins?

Yes, that's right.

Well, this is a long shot, Herb.

But it's just possible.

I may have an idea what's behind all this.

And why should I show my husband's files from the tannery to you? Because I

believe that there's something in those files that will prove Ellen Wicker's

innocence. Make it a habit of doing the sheriff's job for him, Ms. Fletcher?

Well, I guess I do when he can't or won't.

Most folks in this town are real fond of Deloy Hayes. He keeps the town safe. At

what cost, Mrs. Emhart? I mean, it seems to me that the sheriff runs things the

way that it suits him.

That's fine with me.

I don't want his job.

Though it appears you do.

No, I do not want his job. But I do want to see justice done, and it won't be if

Ellen Wicker is convicted of murders that she didn't commit.

What are you afraid of? Don't you want to know the truth about the death of

your husband?

Ah, you're wasting your time.

When you called, I looked in those files. There's nothing in there about

Ellen Wicker.

Well, what is in those files, then?

A lot of chemical stuff I don't understand.

A bunch of memos from the board of directors about closing down the

tannery.

Including disposal of toxic waste?

How'd you know that?

It was just a guess.

Mrs. Emhart, please, let me look at the files. If I'm wrong, there's no harm

done. But if I'm right, you've saved an innocent woman from a life in prison.

Sheriff's not gonna like this.

Well, frankly, I don't care what the sheriff likes.

I told my deputy not to disturb us for a while.

You and me, we gotta come to some kind of understanding.

What do you want?

You're a pretty smart lady. I'd have thought you'd figured that out.

Guess you remember a few years back, you and me, in here.

We never did finish that conversation.

Bastard. Keep away from me.

Not very nice talk, Ellen.

Considering your predicament.

You know, I'm in a good position to help you.

County attorney, he pretty much goes by my say-so.

If I was to tell him I didn't have much of a case against you, he'd go along.

Same applies the other way.

Guess I'm not getting through to you, am I?

Oh, I hear you just fine, and the answer's no.

I'll take my chances in court.

I'm sorry to hear that, Ellen.

The trouble is, you've never had the love of a good man.

Sheriff? Mary Jo, I told you not to disturb me in here.

Yes, sir, but there's something on the TV I think you should see.

To recap what's going on here this afternoon, Volunteer Safer Environment

are digging with picks and shovels about a hundred yards behind the ruins of the

Old Tannery.

Why they are digging remains a complete mystery, which may explain the presence

of mystery writer J.B. Fletcher among the diggers.

Damn!

I don't know what you're doing here.

This is private property and you're all trespassing.

Now let's just clear the area.

Did you people hear what I said?

They heard you all right, Sheriff, but I just don't think they much care.

Friends of yours, Miss Fletcher? I mean weirdos from back east? Well, actually,

Sheriff, they're from all over the country. They're volunteers who care

about the environment.

What the hell's going on here?

Well, Mrs. Emhart gave us her late husband's plans for disposing of toxic

materials, including arsenic, to be buried in three dry wells.

Come on, that old tannery didn't kill anybody.

Don't you be so sure of that.

Mr. Emhart thought that the poison would remain safely buried forever.

Now, his wife said that he had second thoughts during the Central California

earthquakes. So now it's a quakes fault. I mean, sounds like you're making up one

of your stories. Yeah, I think you hit something.

The walls of the dry wells and the water from the lower water table seeped in.

And the same earthquake damaged the containers.

The arsenic contaminated the water supply. That's your killer, Sheriff.

Toxic waste.

Not Ellen Wicker.

So why did you get off your butt and let her out of jail?

You're saying it wasn't murder. That's exactly what I'm saying.

Well, I'm not so sure about that, Herb. I mean, the fact is, one of the victims

was definitely murdered. And the question in my mind is, what are you

willing to do about it, Sheriff?

Well, thank you very much.

Well, you were right, ma'am.

The Board of Health tested the town's drinking water, and the main well on the

north side is contaminated.

But not the well on the south side. No, ma'am. Jake Garinger and Wilbur Emhart

would have gotten their water from the north side.

Well, those two had really bad health problems.

Of course, younger, stronger people, like Jake's daughter, they could

tolerate small amounts of arsenic for a while anyway.

Yes, but one of the victims was young and healthy and lived on the south side

where there was no poison.

Doc. We'd like to speak to your nurse, please.

Sure. Laura, would you come in for a minute, please?

Laura? I thought she was here a minute ago.

She must have stepped out. Well, maybe we can catch her.

Uh-huh.

Mrs. Fletcher, what's going on? Follow us!

It won't do any good, Laura. You can't flush the container.

You can't prove I murdered my husband.

Ellen Wicker poisoned him with red wine.

And how did you know that Ellen served him red wine?

Ross told me that's how.

You told me you were upstairs when Ross came in.

You never had a chance to talk to him.

He had a wine stain on his shirt. That's how I knew.

But there was no stain when he left Ellen's. His shirt was perfectly clean.

No. I believe that the stain was deliberately put there by you.

And the only way that you could have known that he was drinking red wine at

Ellen's was by following him over there and spying on him through the window.

She's making that up to protect Ellen. And later, when you supposedly found

Ross dying, you called the sheriff.

A concerned wife and a nurse should have called the doctor.

The anonymous call to the sheriff's office came from your upstairs phone

while the sheriff was busy downstairs.

I checked the phone company's records.

Do you think I wanted to work for Doc Logan?

I had to.

Ross spent every cent he made on stupid women that didn't give a damn about him.

But Ellen was the one that he pined for.

I'd already made up my mind to kill him.

And I saw her give him the wine.

I knew just how I'd do it.

I waited for him in a sexy nightgown to grab his attention.

I'd already poisoned a bottle of his favorite wine. It was no trouble at all

to get him to drink it.

I went up to bed and waited. And when I heard him call my name, I...

I knew the poison was working.

After he was dead, I poured wine on his shirt and made a trail that led the

sheriff straight to Ellen.

I knew he'd be so anxious to get Ellen in his jail, he wouldn't concern himself

with proof.

Dry Wells is liable to be a whole different place for you now that the

sheriff has been fired and Ray Gomez has been appointed in his place.

Yeah, but it wasn't just the sheriff.

Ever since I arrived, I felt like I was living in a fishbowl, always on display,

always being judged.

No matter what I did, there'd always be those looks behind me. There she goes,

the typhoid Mary of murder.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You can't have that title. That's what they call me.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hi, Katie.

It's Katie Emhart.

Oh. Are you sure?

Well, yeah, I guess so.

Well, thanks for asking me, Katie.

I'll talk to you soon.

What is it?

The Women's Club.

They're trying to revitalize the town, and they're starting with a Let's Get

Dry Wells Back on Its Feet dance next month.

They want me to serve on the committee.

Oh, how very nice.

But are you still going to be here next month?

Yeah, I guess I will be.

Well, then I guess you only have one problem.

Date for the dance.

Here I go, calling a lawyer again.