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Well, the games are for homes.

Well, there are some new scratches in there, Watson, and they weren't made by

a key.

I'm a roustabout.

I help set up and take down rides and tents.

You don't like your job, do you? Well, in my business, you don't count bodies,

only cash.

Are you missing something?

Oh, I, uh... Yes, my shirt.

Just get me the books, if you're still in. I never could cut into reaching

across a coffin to get an hors d'oeuvre.

After all this time, it's still eating you up that much that I walked out on

you. Well, there's an old association between carnivals, evil doing, and black

magic. Farewell.

Much better.

You see, Carmen, why the scream must seem natural and spontaneous. If you're

terrified, the audience will be terrified for you.

Carmen will be perfect. So will you, Nicky. You two kids run along.

Couldn't we rehearse it again?

No, baby.

The grown-ups want to talk.

You always want to talk when it's time for me to prepare for my act. And you

always have an excuse, Carl.

I'm a showman, not a businessman.

You know what? If we don't pay these back taxes, we won't have a business.

And I gotta tell you, cutting back on the rides, cheap-jacking the sideshows

and the prizes, that's not gonna solve it. You just keep crunching those

numbers, Joanna. I'll worry about giving the yokels their money's worth. Listen,

this booking is not gonna begin to pay off our late loan payments. They just

notified us. Look, if we don't pay it within two weeks, we're gonna lose the

carny. I don't wanna hear this now. I have a performance to think about.

Okay, did you pick up the permits from the sheriff's office?

I, uh, didn't have a chance.

You'd better take care of it.

You may be the committee chairman, Jazz, but it's a carnival, not a fancy dress

ball. And we were supposed to meet Carl Dorner there exactly four minutes ago.

Well, Jazz, is something wrong?

You know, last time I was here, I left a cameo that Frank gave me on our first

anniversary and several other pieces of sentimental value in this old jewelry

box. Well, just now I was looking for a pair of earrings and I discovered that

the box was empty.

Are you sure that's where you kept them? Positive.

Do you think you could have been burgled?

Looks that way.

As if things had been moved around.

You know, Seth, while I'm really saddened by the loss of the cameo, I'm

even more struck by the irony of coming back from a crime-ridden city and

finding that I was robbed right here in Cabot Cove.

So, what time did you take your dog out last night, Miss O'Neil? Nine o'clock.

And when I returned to my house, I saw that a thief had broken in and took all

my good crystal and my mother's silver tea set.

Apparently, he knew exactly how long you and your dog would be gone. Yes.

Guinevere's regular.

You can set your watch by her.

I'll be with you in a second. You know, I just need to pick up the carnival

three minutes.

Mort? Joanna?

Can you believe this?

No. No, I can't. It's... It's been over 20 years.

Excuse me, but... I'm sorry. Andy, will you go home with Ms. O'Neil, please, and

check out the premises?

Sure thing.

Maybe together we can find some clue to help catch this burglar.

That's what I want to hear.

Excuse me.

Coffee? Please.

You look terrific, Joanna.

Thank you.

So do you.

I don't know why I'm so surprised.

I mean, I knew I'd run into you someday.

But in Cabot Cove, mate?

Last time we saw each other was on the North Campus.

By the Student Union.

Mort, I never wanted to hurt you.

Hey, Don Sims was a big deal.

I heard he signed with the L.A. Rams.

Just before you and he ran off together.

I'd already busted a kneecap or something. That was the last I heard.

Well, you know, somebody told me you had become a New York cop.

So what are you doing all the way up here?

I like it here.

So does my wife.

I knew you were probably married.

To the right person, I hope.

I got really lucky, Joanna.

Yeah.

Well, I'd like to meet her.

She's out of town.

In Brooklyn, her sister's birthday.

So how long have you been with the carnival?

Two years as an assistant manager, one year as a full partner.

For that, you know, other carnivals, Don liked to keep moving.

Hey, Joe, come on. I'm in a 10-minute zone.

How long does it take to pick up a couple of permits?

Uh, I ran across an old friend.

Hello, Don.

Mort Metzger, a sheriff. Well, I'll be damned.

I always figured you'd wind up a cop.

Did you? Well, it's quite a reunion, huh?

Joe, why don't you lead us in the old college song?

Permits are, uh, stamped and signed.

Come on.

Mademoiselle.

Pretty flowers for pretty ladies.

It's beautiful, Mr. Donner. Thank you.

Would you happen to have a tally sheet for me?

Oh, yeah.

Sure have.

Merci, Mademoiselle.

Mrs. Fletcher and Dr.

Hattie. Yes, we were running a bit late, but we hope maybe we could talk about

last night's receipts. As luck would have it, I just picked up the tally slip

from the ticket booth, but I must warn you, it's rather disappointing.

Well, this can't be right.

We were here last night. I mean, it seemed like a good crowd.

I mean, certainly larger than these figures indicate.

Well, in my business, you don't count bodies, only cash.

Many of the people you saw only came to look at the free entertainment. They

didn't spend a nickel.

Unless they spent money on tickets to buy food and amusement, they weren't

here. You're quite right, Mr. Donner. I mean, it's very disappointing.

Yeah, maybe it'll pick up today.

Perhaps the...

Extra radio announcements will help.

Doctor, are you planning on coming to our little magic show at 2 o'clock?

I'm afraid I don't hold much with Hocus Pocus.

Believe me, he wouldn't miss it for the world.

Anyway, have to prepare.

See you, folks. I suppose I'd better get started.

Well, good luck. I'm going to take a look around.

is knock the bottles off and you win a prize. I lost him.

Don't sweat it.

He's taking his pre-show siesta in his trailer.

That trailer.

Does he use that for his office, too?

Office, dressing room, sleeping quarters.

And he keeps his books in there.

I guess he would, yeah.

But he doesn't like to be disturbed.

Don't disturb him. Just get me the books.

If you're still in.

I'm in, but... If you're in, you're in all the way.

Just do it.

I'm on my break, Lisa. See you later.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Hi.

Um, how many tickets, please?

Oh, none.

I work here.

I was just wondering why I'd never seen you around before.

Oh, I'm just a... Charity mom's here. I mean, I live in Cabot Cove.

Well, it looks like a great town.

That's about it.

Um, what do you do for the carnival?

Uh, I'm a roustabout.

I don't know what that is.

I help set up and take down rides and tents and whatever else they tell me to

do. My name's Toby. I'm Lisa.

Well, I take my break as soon as my friend gets back.

I'll be working on the midway.

I hope I didn't frighten away your young man.

No, I just met him.

He's a roustabout?

A roustabout.

Tell me, how are your parents?

I'm fine.

Well, I'm certainly glad to hear that.

Lisa, you got a minute?

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher.

If you're in that much of a hurry, go ahead.

The carnival people underestimated the size of the turnout. They called me with

a big order for hot dogs and stuff for my deli section.

Well, congratulations.

And to show my appreciation, Lisa, honey, I'd like to buy $100 worth of

tickets.

Oh, wow, that is very generous, Richard. Thank you very much.

Um, just give me a minute to count up the tickets.

Oh, I can get them later when I pick you up to go to the magic show, if that's

all right with you, Mrs. Fletcher.

It's not up to me.

Well, I can switch my afternoon maybe with one of the other girls. I mean, I'd

like to see the show.

Okay, I'll be back at 1.30.

I don't know. I went to a couple of movies and a bingo game with him.

It was better than nothing on a Saturday night.

But not much. He's so full of himself.

Lisa, Mr. Dorner mentioned that he picked up last night's tally sheet from

you. Do you have a copy for me?

Actually, he told me that it wasn't necessary to make another one, but I

spilt diet soda on the first one.

But, um, you can still read it.

Oh, my.

I certainly can.

This will be very helpful. Thank you, Lisa.

Can I buy you a beer, sir? Thanks.

One rupee is my limit.

Things running smooth?

Yeah, smooth enough.

Do you ever think about when you were in college?

Well, to be honest, not a whole lot.

I do.

I really screwed up, didn't I?

Hey, we all make choices.

True.

Sheriff!

Oh, excuse me, Miss Simpson.

Sheriff, can we talk?

Yeah, well, Mrs. Fletcher's almost burglarized, and I've got to go over it

with her.

Oh, what are you, crazy?

This is not a game that's played.

Well, if it's not, it ought to be.

They couldn't have won all these prizes. Come on, we've got to give them back.

Over my dead body. Hold it, hold it, hold it here. What's this all about?

Sheriff, arrest this man. He's trying to rob these children of prizes they won

fair and square.

Each and every one of them knocked down all those boxes.

Okay, is that right, Don?

Oh, give me a break.

The bottle has to be knocked clean off the table to win a prize. That's the way

the game is always played.

Yes, but the sign says knock down the bottles. I mean, shouldn't it also say

knock down all the bottles off the table? These kids are smart.

If the sign had said something dumb like that, they wouldn't have wasted their

money. All right, listen up, kids.

You can all keep your prizes. Just go play somewhere else for now, okay?

Close it up, Don.

What? It doesn't play in Cabot Cove.

You're as crazy as Morton, you know that?

Maybe you should have married him.

Wow.

Hi. Hi.

Don't you ever get a break?

I get lunch right after I finish this.

What is it?

Uh, test your strength.

Hit the bell and you impress your girl and win her a cheapo prize.

You don't like your job, do you?

I need to work. I'm taking a year off between high school and college to help

earn money for my tuition.

Do they hire girl rastavets?

I've never met one.

But women are working everywhere.

Watch yourself.

Stop it, you jerk! I don't want that thing in front of my trailer!

I told you, I wanted a cross from the whirlwind run.

Well, no, you didn't, sir. You said that you... I know what I said. You're just

too dumb to listen. I'll show you where I want it myself. Now, move!

No doors or windows broken or jimmied.

No sign of forced entry.

By any chance, Mrs. F., did you happen to leave your door unlocked or a key

under the mat?

Oh, no. I mean, living in New York cured me of that.

Well, whoever he is, our burglar does his homework.

He takes no chances at being surprised at his work.

Except for yours and Ms. O'Neil's place, all the others were rented by weekenders

who were back in the city.

And no fingerprints or other clues?

No. Some people are already blaming the carnival for the burglaries, but...

I find that hard to believe. It just opened last night.

Well, there's an old association between carnivals, evil doing, and black magic.

And picking locks?

That's the M.O. on the others.

By any chance, would you happen to have a magnifying glass and a flashlight?

Oh, of course. I must say, picking a lot would be a lot easier than black magic.

And my kitchen door doesn't face the street.

Well, the game is up for homes.

Uh-huh.

Let's see what we've got over here.

Well, there are some new scratches in there, Watson, and they weren't made by

a key.

Mort, what did the burglar steal from those Reddit houses? TV sets, VCRs,

computers? No, he or she didn't take any of those things.

They took a Tiffany lamp, an antique knife, some cut glass.

Listen, I'm going to put a description of your missing items on the police

wire. By any chance, are you going to need a ride back to the carnival? Oh,

please, yes. I have some unfinished business with Mr. Dorner.

And we don't want to miss the black magic.

What are you looking for?

Maybe I can help.

How long have you been there?

Long enough to make up my mind you're trying to steal something from Carl. No,

really, it's not the way it looks.

My God, this is embarrassing.

Nicky! Oh, hi, Joanna.

Nicky, did you find my ring?

My engagement ring from Nicky. It was loose.

After Carl called me in to talk about the knife-throwing act, I suddenly

realized it was gone.

I was standing where Nikki is now, so I thought it might have fallen into one of

the desk drawers.

You thought that?

Couldn't you find it, Nikki?

Uh, no.

Let me look.

Oh! There!

Under the desk.

I never met a man yet who could find anything.

Here, put it back on.

Gotta get ready for the show.

Cute. Boy, you pawned that thing like a real expert.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What are you talking about?

Why

do

we have to wait until after the show? I say we turn Donna over to Mort right

now.

He gave us a short count on the ticket sales, which will cost our charity a

certain percentage of the take. That, I believe, is called skimming. Yes, but I

hate to disappoint all the people who bought tickets to see the show. But

that's his fault, isn't it? Not ours.

Besides, we'd have to refund all the money.

Oh, good point.

Why don't I stay outside? It'll have to show, just in case he tries to make a

run for it.

Well, the charity committee all have seats in the front row.

Claire, Mr. Dorner is bound to see us.

Maybe that will convince him that we are serious.

Remind me to tell you how much I hate car tricks.

Joanna,

Joanna, wait, we have to talk.

Listen, Carl keeps talking about retiring.

Get him to do it now. You take over and we can run this thing together.

God, don't I wish.

Maybe if you'd stop drinking. Maybe if you were a little more supportive once

in a while. I gotta go inside.

Joanna.

We can turn this turkey around.

Sure we can.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, a scientific demonstration to prove that

the hand is quicker than the eye.

Miss Joanna if you please I shall need the two volunteers from the audience

You handsome young man with the

pretty girl no way

An excellent start. I shall need one more to make a set.

Oh, doctor.

Come on.

Oh, no. Not on your life. Come on. Go ahead, son.

What have you got to lose? My dignity, that's what. No, no. I simply won't do

it. Well, not even in the name of sweet charity?

many of you would pay for an extra ticket to see Dr. Hazlitt go up there on

that stage.

Thank

you,

Miss Joanna. Doctor, over here, if you will.

And who are you?

Richard Binion. Mr. Binion, do you know Dr.

Hazlitt? Sure.

Would you say he has the reputation of being a great gardener? Not that I know

of. Oh?

Where do you suppose these came from?

I hope you didn't steal them from a patient's room.

Doctor, would you kindly hold these for me, please? Thank you, thank you. As a

matter of fact... I think it would be so much more becoming if you were to hold

it in two hands.

Yes, just like that. That's a whole lot better. Thank you, thank you.

Now, Richard, what is it that you do for a living?

I manage a grocery store.

Oh?

Well, this should come as no surprise.

Are you giving your girlfriend a sausage necklace?

Hold both hands out straight in front of you. That's it. With the wrists

together. Very good. Just like that. Thank you. Thank you very, very much.

Doctor, would you kindly raise the flowers high in your right hand?

Can't you obey orders?

I'll bet you don't cut... On a dotted line, do you?

No, you're not that sort of person, are you?

Doctor, do you have everything?

Well, I'm missing my shirt.

Not to mention something else, too.

Well, unfortunately, these items turned up in Lost and Found.

A wallet?

And also a wristwatch?

And, yes, indeed, Your...

And, Richard, I believe these belong to

you. Ah, a wrist one.

And we have here a money clip.

And... Oh, dear.

Oh, dear. It seems that we also have some... Unmentionables.

Let's hear it for Doc and Dickie.

Don't try this at home, boys and girls.

And always be sure the hand in your pocket is your own.

And so, farewell.

I have never been so embarrassed.

I have to deliver groceries to some of these people tomorrow.

Toby,

hey.

I was looking for you.

Warner dumped a lot of extra work on me.

Hey, I'm sorry you had to see him chew me out that way. Yeah, I felt really bad

for you. Listen, I don't get off until we close at 11.40, and I don't have a

car. Well, my parents...

I should be asleep by then. Maybe I could just borrow my dad's.

Great.

Meet me at the whirlwind.

Toby?

Are you kidding me?

You've got 10 grand. You've got a whole lot more than 10 grand. You're not going

to jerk me around. You mess with me and I'll see you're sent to the slammer for

life. Hey, hey, what the...

Judge Boland, it's Sheriff Metzger.

I'm sorry to wake you so early, Your Honor, but I need a legal piece of paper

to stop the carnival from packing up a murder scene and leaving this morning

with all the suspects.

Oh, that's terrific.

Yeah, I'll send the deputy right over. Thanks, Your Honor.

So what do we know?

Apparently he was dead before the killer strapped him into that whirligig car.

That stab wound was compatible with the knife that you found.

Why put him on that ride and turn the music on full blast?

Maybe it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Just like going home to bed seems now.

So, yeah.

Later on, Doc.

Oh, listen, I want you to run over to Judge Boland's house and pick up an

injunction right away. Right. Listen, Joanna Sims is waiting for you in Carl

Donahue's trailer.

There was a break-in. Thanks.

Reminds me of your room in college.

So how far away were you?

Well, just a couple of trailers away.

All I could hear was the whirlwind's music cranked way up.

Yeah, well, that's probably why the killer turned it on. Cover the sound of

breaking in here.

He kills Carl, breaks into his trailer looking for something, while everyone

else is at the whirlwind seeing what's going on.

Except you.

What? I was there, too.

I mean, on my way back, I saw the smashed door. I ran to the midway.

I got a deputy and had him call you.

Where was Don during all the excitement?

Where he is now, in bed.

After a few drinks, he could sleep through an artillery barrage.

You have a problem?

Afraid you're looking at it.

What time did he go to bed?

He was there when I came in after the last show, around 20 minutes after 10.

He was asleep all night.

How can you be so sure?

What, are you playing good cop, bad cop all by yourself?

Don didn't kill Carl. He didn't have a motive.

He had the same motive you had. As Carl's partner, if he dies, you get his

half, right?

Maybe you should talk to Nicky. With a knife-thrower? Why?

I found him in here yesterday afternoon. He was going through Carl's desk.

Well, why didn't you tell me that?

Because he's a good kid. He didn't take anything. I didn't want to get him into

trouble. Until it came down to him or Don.

Sit down.

Nicodemus Newton?

It's a family name.

We found this under the whirlwind ride.

about 15 feet away from where footprints indicate you who struggled with the

deceased. I tell you, I didn't struggle with anybody.

I've never seen that knife before.

Then where were you last night around midnight?

I wasn't on the carnival midway at the whirlwind ride killing Carl Dorner. I

didn't ask you where you weren't. You were seen trespassing in Carl Dorner's

trailer yesterday afternoon.

Now, where were you at the time of the murder? I can't tell you that. Sorry.

Uh, Mr. Newton.

If you tell the sheriff where you were, he will make every effort to find a

witness who will verify your story. You don't know my story.

We would if you told it to us.

This has been an exhausting few days, Mr. Newton, for all of us.

I took an oath on a Gideon Bible that I wouldn't tell anybody.

I can't go back on my word.

There's a man who always wears a gray suit.

He's been hanging around the carnival lately, talking to Nicky.

I think maybe Nicky was having a meeting with him.

We wouldn't have to be out here talking like this. But my trailer?

Forget it. There's not enough room to turn around in. Oh, don't worry.

Carmen, you told the sheriff that it was too dark for you to recognize the woman

you saw leaving the murder scene.

Could it have been Joanna Sims?

I think it was somebody younger.

Sheriff, look what we found.

Well, well, well.

Looks like Mrs. Fletcher's hunch about the Gideon Bible paid off, huh? Yeah.

Found him down at the Lighthouse Motel, room six.

Gray suit hanging in the closet, and he was sitting on the bed in his underwear

reading the good book.

Oh, I should have known.

Honest, I didn't tell him a thing. You're his alibi for the murder. What do

you get out of it?

Did you say murder?

Somebody killed Carl Dorner. You know those doctor books I couldn't find?

Somebody trashed his trailer looking for them. Somebody else has the books. Hold

it.

Andy, get this guy's ID. I bet he's got a rap sheet a mile long, and I'm just in

the mood to toss the book at him.

I've got a better idea.

Why don't we exchange identification?

I'm Sherman Hastings of the Internal Revenue Service.

What's your name, Sheriff?

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher, have you seen Lisa today?

No, I haven't. Something wrong, Toby?

Well, I'm not sure. I called her house.

Her mother said Lisa didn't want to talk to anybody.

When I insisted, she said she'd call the police on the other line if I didn't

hang up.

I don't know what happened.

Well, when did you last see her?

Yesterday afternoon.

We made a date to meet last night at 11.30. I waited till 12. She never even

showed up. Where were you supposed to meet?

We were supposed to meet at the World... Oh, God.

Toby, I have to get into town right away. Do you have a car? No.

Maybe Don Sims can give us a ride in. Hey, Don!

Oh, Mr.

Sims?

Mr. Sims?

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, come on, Joanna.

The books.

the one with the real expense and profit numbers, and the one you discovered Carl

Doerner had phonied up to cheat the tax collector, and charities like Cabot

Coves who sponsor your engagements all over the country. Where did you get that

idea? From Mrs. Fletcher and a very frustrated gentleman from the IRS.

Carl Doerner was cheating you too, wasn't he?

Keeping more than half the profits.

You think I killed Carl?

No, no, I don't.

I think you had Don do it.

Joanna Sims, I'm placing you under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder.

My God.

all this time, it's still eating you up that much that I walked out on you.

Don't get me wrong, Mrs. F.

I really hated having to arrest Joanna Sims, but there was no choice.

She found out that Dorner was stealing so much off the top, he was destroying

the carnival. It was kind of his way of retiring.

She's a very strong woman with a very weak husband.

And he did whatever she told him to do.

Are you quite sure of that?

Well,

he ran off and left it to face it alone, didn't he?

Yes, he ran and probably took the ledger that shows Dorna's financial sleight of

hand with him. Yeah, the one Nicky the knife thrower was so anxious to get his

hands on so he could collect a big reward from the IRS.

Don't worry. We'll catch Sims.

Which leaves me with another question.

What the person who smashed his way into Mr. Dorna's trailer was looking for?

Certainly not a ledger, considering the small spaces in which he looked.

And if Don was the killer, why the rush?

With Mr. Dornodette, he had all the time in the world.

What are you saying? Don wasn't the killer?

Well, he couldn't have been the Cabot Cove burglar either, if his wife is to

be believed.

I mean, when the first houses were robbed, he was with the carnival in

Memphis, Tennessee.

And at this time, the burglar wasn't making a leisurely search. He was in a

frenzy to find what he was looking for, which brings up another question.

I'll get it.

Hi, Lisa.

How are you?

She's fine, so just don't make a fuss.

Now, why would I make a fuss over the prettiest girl in Capricorn?

Come in, Lisa. Hi, Mrs. Fletcher. Are those for your spring garden?

Yes. And if I don't get these in the ground before I go to New York, I won't

have a spring garden.

Um, there are some cookies and milk in the kitchen.

Sounds good to me.

peanut butter cookies, would they?

Don't be mad.

I had to see you.

I'm not so smart.

I didn't figure it out until Mrs. Fletcher told me we'd probably have a

seat. You were late, so I thought that you weren't coming, and I left. And in

the dark, you saw Mr. Dorner fighting with somebody you couldn't make out, so

you thought that it was me who killed him.

I thought it, Toby, but I couldn't believe it. I'm really sorry.

It's okay.

I should have waited longer.

Lisa, I was so worried about you.

I've never had anybody to worry about before. It's like a whole new...

How's it going?

Aside from not having feta cheese dressing for my salad?

You know, you really should get some nice curtains for these cells.

If I have to stay here overnight, it's going to get a little public.

Yeah, well, the usual custom is to put our female guests in a hotel.

Isn't that sexist?

Again, may I come in? I really don't like talking to you through bars.

Be my guest.

Let's see. What can I offer you? I have some open lettuce here.

Joanna, cut it out.

Please, just talk to me.

Well, that would make my being here seem reasonable.

And it's not. It's contemptible.

Now, listen.

This has nothing to do with us.

Okay. Yes, it was like a kick in the teeth when you took off and left me

standing on a dock with two tickets to the love boat. But, hey, I got over

that. And to tell you the truth, I really owe you.

If you hadn't been in my life, I might not have realized what I found when I

met Adele.

I wish I could say something like that.

I'm really sorry for you that you can't.

Anyway, you don't have a case against me, and you know it.

I was Carl Dorner's victim, not his murderer.

Well, then why didn't you just come to me and say, arrest that man, he's a

thief? Because I didn't know how deep it ran. I wanted to see if there was

something I could save out of it.

It was my life.

I didn't murder Carl. I didn't tell Don to murder Carl. Well, then why did he

run?

Maybe he was afraid of you.

Maybe he was afraid that you'd put him into prison for what we did to you 22

years ago.

The visitor's day is over.

Don't forget to lock the door when you go out.

They caught Don Sims up at Rocky Point.

They're bringing him in.

So what did you plan on doing with this?

I didn't plan on doing anything with it.

I just thought you couldn't make a case against Joanna if you didn't have Carl's

books.

Just let the IRS handle this.

I would have thought you'd have been a lot further away than Rocky Point.

I had no idea that you would think that Joanna and I did it together.

Better take teamwork.

We weren't much of a team.

That was my fault as much as yours.

I never gave you much of a chance.

Yeah, it wasn't much of a prize either.

Well, maybe with some work, we can get it right.

I hate to remind you, but you're both still facing murder charges.

Jess, I know what you're thinking, but you are wrong. They did it, period, end

of report.

Oh, maybe you're right, Seth.

I kept trying to somehow connect the murder to those burglaries.

I mean, the murder weapon was an antique after all.

Well, it's too nice a day to spend it awake.

That's not my kind of party.

I never could cut into reaching across a coffin to get an hors d'oeuvre.

We owe it to the carnival to honor Carl Dorner. And I hear it won't be an

ordinary wake anyway.

It should be quite interesting. Something we can chalk up to experience.

Leave it to you to find a moral imperative in pure nonsense.

Oh.

What was the ouch for?

I keep snagging this hangnail.

You wouldn't happen to have a pair of clippers handy, would you?

Oh, well, I've got a manicure kit around here someplace.

Here it is.

You got an odd look on your face, Jess.

This kit.

It looks almost like a wallet, doesn't it?

Of course.

That's why the lock was smashed.

He kept the wallet. Only it wasn't. What wasn't? Who kept what wallet?

Seth, who is in charge of this wake?

A young woman by the name of Carmen is making all the arrangements.

Then I have to talk to Carmen. Let's be on our way.

Well, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Probably just like any other wake with

jugglers and fire eaters and sword followers.

Look at

that.

See, I told you this would be fantastic.

Oh, my God.

That's what I call classy.

I still don't know how he does that.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.

We are here today to honor a tradition as much as a man.

The traveling carnival is an endangered species.

And I would like to thank the Cabot Cove business community for their support,

especially Richard Binion of Binion's Fine Foods, who has so generously

donated the refreshments for this afternoon.

Richard, will you please come up here where we can all see you?

We honor...

Oh, mystifying Mephisto.

Can I go back to my seat now? Not yet, Richard.

The fun is just beginning.

Oh, no. No, not again. Did you bring another snack with you today, Richard? A

snack?

I know what you're trying to do, but I'm not going to let you pick my pockets.

Oh, you are much too clever for me, Richard.

Let's see what we have in the lost and found.

A comb for that well-groomed look.

A nice money clip.

And a thick wallet.

That's mine.

But why would you need a wallet and a money clip? Give that to me. Maybe it's

not a wallet.

It doesn't feel like a wallet.

It feels like there's something inside.

Damn it, would you give that to me, please? No, actually, I think I'd rather

give it to Jessica Fletcher.

That's not mine, Mrs. Fletcher. She planted it on me. That does not belong

to me.

Richard, you don't want to talk about this in front of all these people, do

you? No, no, I don't.

Why don't we get out of my office where it's nice and quiet?

Yesterday, at the magic show, I saw the magician take some things from you

without your knowledge.

A watch and a wallet and a money clip.

And we have here a... And then I saw him give back what he took.

He returned your watch and the money clip, and as a joke, he threw in a pair

of undershorts.

But it wasn't until a little while ago when I mistook my wallet for my

manicure kit that I remembered he never returned your wallet.

And it occurred to me that maybe your wallet was not a wallet, but...

Something so incriminating that just to have it on your person could cause you

to be arrested.

And Carl Dorner realized that.

It was this professional set of lockpicks.

The ones you use to burglarize houses all over town.

So he tried to blackmail you for it, and you killed him.

All right, yes, I committed those burglaries.

But I didn't kill anybody.

But you did, Richard.

Mrs. Fletcher recognized the murder weapon as a genuine antique.

The Fitzpatricks had reported an Elizabethan dagger stolen from their

weekend place.

So we faxed them a picture of this, and they identified it as being theirs.

He told me to meet him after the carnival ended.

At 11.30, I waited for him by the whirlwind ride.

He said that it would cost me $10,000 to get my lockpicks back.

He threatened me. He said I'd spend the rest of my life in jail.

So I stabbed him.

We didn't have the lock picks on him.

So I put him in a car on the wheel and turned it on.

And the music.

Because you had to smash the lock and you wanted to muffle the sound.

Only it came up empty. The lock picks were missing.

How did you get those?

We didn't, Richard.

That's my manicure kit.

I think this one's yours.

You were right, Mrs. Fletcher.

We gave Carl Darner's trailer a closer look and found this where he must have

hidden it, in the generator compartment.

When I took over my father's grocery store, I hated it.

It was shabby. I started to remodel it, to turn it into the kind of down-east,

crack-a-barrel place a tourist would go for.

I didn't know it would cost so much.

I borrowed all I could, then I had to steal.

little things at first out of people's houses when i made my deliveries and

then a man i met in a bar sold me a little kit of tools for opening people's

houses when they went home i never thought that i'd end up

you know murdering somebody

andy

Oh, don't tell me the cookies are all gone.

Oh, Seth, I'm sorry. I haven't had time to make a second batch.

Perhaps you'd better make two batches if young Toby's going to hang around town.

I thought he left with the carnival. Oh, no.

Lisa's father's given him a job making lawn furniture until college starts in

the fall.

Fletcher, resident.

Hello, this is Adele. Oh, hello, Adele.

Seth Haslett. Yes, yes, he is. I'll give him to you. Right here.

Oh, thanks.

Hello, sweetheart. When are you coming home?

Oh, that's terrific.

Because I miss you something crazy.

Oh, what are you kidding? Me getting into trouble? In this town?