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Tillie Adams is dead.
Dead? Kevin, I swear
I had nothing to do with it.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

She left this rattrap to me,
and I'm not about to share it
with the village idiot.

Why do you suppose
the ambulance is outside
and the police car?

Oh, it's nothing we need
to concern ourselves about.

I'd just love to merge our resources
and our connections.

Why, I shall have the house dismantled
and shipped back to England...

- as a shrine to Benedict Arnold.
- A shrine?

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Well, now what
did you get for her?

Oh, I got her mostly fruit
and a little makeup
to boost her morale.

If you ask me, the outside ofTillie's
house could use a coat of paint too.
[Sneezes]

Oh, it'll would take
more than one coat.

Might hold the house
together.

If I can find someone, I will,
someone who needs the work.

I thought you hired Emily Goshen
to clean for Tillie.

Doesn't look to me as if she's
moved the dust around much.
Well, it is more for company.

You know, when you're a shut-in,
it's very comforting to know that
there is somebody else in the house.

Even Emily Goshen?

I'll let Tillie know we're here.

Tillie, it's Jessica
and Dr. Hazlitt!

Tillie, you decent?

[Knocking]

[Seth]
Tillie?

Tillie?

Dad, guess what!
Kevin. Kevin, can't you see
I'm with a customer?

I know,
but it's somethin' special.
Kevin, whatever it is, it can wait.

- But, you don't know-
- It can wait, Kevin!

Now, you were sayin', Emily?

I'd like to see the brooch,
if you please.

[Chuckles]
Yeah, here it is.
Here's the little beauty.

Come to buy it back, have you?
Thirty dollars.
Same as you paid me for it.

Oh, well now, Emily,
that was the price six months ago,
the old price.

I, uh, I'm afraid
it's gonna cost you $50 now.

You're tryin' to cheat me,
Mr. Tibbles.

Harsh words, Emily,
for a lady of your gentility.

That brooch was my mother's.
It was a family heirloom.
Isn't that funny?

I saw one just like it
on Tillie Adams's bureau
about six months ago.

Don't you talk to me about Tillie.

Oh, I've seen you
wheedlin'that old lady,

makin' such a big deal about,
uh, changin' a light bulb
or puttin' in a window screen.

Nice seein' you again, Emily.

Why don't you come back
when you got the money?

But I'd hurry, if I were you,
'cause I can feel the price
goin' up again... any minute.

Some day, Mr. Tibbles.
Some day you'll be sorry.

Oh, I'm sorry already.
I should have asked for 60.

- Now what are you
yammerin' about?
- Tillie Adams is dead.

Dead? Kevin, I swear I had
nothin' to do with it.

I used to go up there
to fix things to help
the poor old soul.

Dad, she died of natural causes.

Oh, is that so?

Kevin, why don't you send
your suit out to get cleaned?
I'll even pay.

'Cause you and me
are goin' to a funeral.

[Sobbing]

[Sobbing Continues]

[Blows Nose]

[Blowing Continues]

[Sobbing]

Poor Tillie.
She was forgotten
before she was gone.

I've seen larger crowds
at the drive-in theater
waiting in line for mosquito spray.

Well, at least Benny Tibbles
and his son showed up.
I wonder why?

You want some coffee?
Yes, please.

Well, the way he was wiping up
his crocodile tears,

you'd have thought he'd lost
his best friend in the world,
but that's simply ridiculous.

Benny is his own best friend
in the world.

I saw him leaving
Tillie's house one time.

He was counting on his fingers.

[Chuckles]
[Knocking]

Anybody home?
Oh, Amos, come on in.

Thanks, Mrs. Fletcher.
Hi, Doc.
Howdy.

Ah, guess you folks
went to the funeral, huh?

Oh, pity you weren't there, Amos.
Wasn't half as much fun without you.

Seth!
[Amos]
I had to be in court.

While I was there,
I bumped into, uh,
Tillie's lawyer.

He told me, in the strictest
confidence, about her will.

Sit down, Amos.

Ah. And now you're gonna tell us
in the strictest confidence, huh?

Seems only fair,
since Mrs. Fletcher's in it.
Me?

Just wait. First of all,
Tillie left her house
to her grandniece.

- Well, didn't know she had one.
- Well, no one knows whether
she was dead or alive.

I mean, she disappeared
around the time of Woodstock.

Well, the house is all
she's gonna get.

She left the contents of
the house to Benny Tibbles...

- to repay his kindness
and thoughtfulness.
- [Seth Chuckles]

Well, that's not the Benny Tibbles
I know. I thought you said
Jess was in the will.

Well, not exactly in it, Doc.

Mrs. Fletcher,
Tillie named you her executor.

Good heavens!
[Chuckles]

Well, l- I suppose
that's a great honor.

I think I'd hold back on
my enthusiasm if I were you, Jess.

As I see it,
your work will be getting
an appraisal ofTillie's house...

and then an inventory of everything
that's in it for tax purposes.

You ought to be through
by next Christmas.
Easter, with any luck.

Unless you get out of it.

Won't be much fun dealin'
with Benny Tibbles either.

- [Phone Rings]
- [Man] Tibbles. Good afternoon.

Benny, I thought I asked you
not to call me here.

You have a very keen eye,
Mr. Wetherly.

Benny, whatever it is,
I'm not interested.

Well, you should be interested,
little brother,

because I am perfectly willing
to cut you in on something very big.
Ah.

How big? About the size
of a white elephant?

Like that three-legged breakfront
that kept falling over every time
you opened the doors?

I am talking big, monetarily.

It fell into my lap,
and I'm offering you
a golden opportunity.

Please, get in you car,
drive up here to Cabot Cove
and we will talk about it.

No. No, it would be impossible
for me to rearrange my schedule.

Well, thank you so much, Mr. Wetherly.
You've made a wonderful selection.

Wilton, I am talking
the mother lode of antiques,
and it all belongs to me!

Hold on a moment.
My assistant is bidding
for my attention.

[Inhales]

12,000 for a settee?

He has the perfect little spot
for it in his foyer.
[Giggles]

I bought that piece of junk
from Benny for $70.

Apparently there's more
where that came from.

As I was saying,
a drive up the coast
wouldn't be all that unpleasant.

See you soon, big brother.

Mmm.

[Door Closes]
Hello?

Oh, Eve,
are you finished already?
How does it look?

Ah, where to start?
The building is ancient
and dilapidated,

the plumbing needs to be
ripped out and replaced,
the wiring is a joke,

the roof is shot,
the building has dry rot
and will never pass a termite inspection,

the septic tank is inadequate,
the trees are dying,

the fence is falling down,
the backyard is a dump.
[Laughing]

I mean, what else do you
want to know, Jessica?

Well, surely it has one
redeeming feature.

Face it, there is nothing here
to attract a buyer.

Not even a good romantic history.
Oh, now wait a minute, Eve.

I seem to recall that this house
has some connection
with the Revolutionary War.

I mean, didn't George Washington
sleep here once?
Close, Jessica, close.

It was Benedict Arnold who put
his boots under the bed here,
more than once.

According to the legend,
he and the lady of this house
were very simpatico.

Well, that is not likely
to thrill the D.A.R.

Ah, between you and me,
this house has been altered
so many times...

there's nothing left
of the original structure
except part of the den.

Of course, uh, there's one difference.
The house was a lot cleaner
in the old days.

[Mouthing Words]

[Whispering]
I think you offended her.

- [Whispering] Impossible.
Emily used to clean for me twice a week,
- [Mouthing Words]

Until one day my best pair of
shoes walked right of the house
and were never seen again.

Oops!
Oh, I am late for an appointment
with a hot prospect from out of town.

Very British.
Talks like David Niven.
Oh, don't let me keep you from that.

Oh, I'll try to make
some sense out of this.
I'll get back to you.

Thanks, Eve.
I know you're very busy.

Busy? Oh, Jessica, real estate in this town
is about as dead as dear old Benedict.
We'll talk. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Emily, I know that
you must be very tired...

and upset, of course,
over Tillie's death,

but I am counting on you
to bring some kind of order
into all of that chaos.

Well, it hardly seems
worth the bother,
now that she's dead.

But if that's what you want,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Thanks.

But I will tell you one thing.
Eve Simpson don't know beans
about this house.

That was no legend
about Benedict Arnold
and his lady friend.

That was pure gospel.
Oh?

Well, Tillie told me so herself,
and she knew,

'cause she was related
to Benedict Arnold,
on the wrong side of the blanket.

Yeah, and that's
not all she told me.

Tillie swore that there
was treasure in this house.

Treasure?
What sort of treasure?
Well, she didn't say exactly.

But, oh, I could tell
from the glint in her eye that,

ooh, it must have been
something of value, you know,
uh, like gold, maybe.

Really? She never
mentioned that to me.

Well, the way Benny Tibbles was
hangin' around and playin' up to her?

Oh, I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if she told him.
Hmm.

[Door Opens, Closes]

That car I'm restoring?
It's almost finished.

So what?
I could sell it.

Who to?
Everybody in Cabot Cove
already owns an old car.

Uncle Wilton said this one's special.
I could sell it for a bundle in Boston.

Well, you're not in Boston.
Well, I could be...

if you gave me $50,000
to get started.

Fifty-
Will you please stop talkin'
to your Uncle Wilton?

Now there's no need for you
to go to Boston. You've got it made
right here in Cabot Cove.

Kevin, one day all this
is gonna belong to you.

Benny, let me look at you.

Hello, Wilton.
My God, you never change.

I knew you couldn't pass up
an opportunity like this.

Who's your friend?
My assistant.

Lauren, this is my brother Benny
and his son Kevin.
Lauren Hastings.

Always glad to meet one
of Wilton's, uh, assistants.

Why, thank you, Benny.
I've heard a lot about you too.

So this must be little Kevin.
Hello, ma'am.

- Back to work on your car, Kev.
- I want to talk to-

I said back to work on the car, Kevin.
Your uncle and I have business to do.

Benny, Benny, how I envy you
and your low overhead.

[Chuckles]

I was so sorry to hear about
Tillie Adams passing away.

Mmm.
Congratulations, you old fox.
Don't you try and flimflam me, Wilton.

Me, flimflam
my own big brother?
Oh, come on. Get off it.

How many times have I sold you pieces
for a couple of dollars that you took
to Boston and sold for a couple of hundred?

Oh, Benny!
Uh-huh.
Well, this time it's gonna be different.

Either I get paid half
or the whole deal is off.

[Wilton] You know, dear brother,
it's just possible that you've inherited
a house full ofjunk even I can't sell.

[Benny] Won't work, Wilty.
I happen to know there's
a fortune in Tillie's house.

[Wilton]
You know, Benny, I'm starting
to work up quite a thirst.

I'll go get us a little hard cider.
Good. Now we're talking.

I've been dying to get into
that old woman's house for years.

Ever want something so bad
you just can't stand it?

Why, Wilton,
you've been reading my mind.

[Doorbell Rings]

Just a minute.

- Mrs. Fletcher?
- Yes.

I heard Tillie Adams is dead
and you're her executor.

Yes. Uh, who are you?

I'm Liza Adams, her grandniece,
and I've come for my inheritance,
in cash.

[Phone Rings]

Hello.
Oh, hello, Eve.

I was thinking of giving you a call,
but I wasn't sure that you'd be up
this early.

Jessica, do you remember
my mentioning that gentleman
from out of town?

Well, he's very interested
in buying Tillie's house.
[Chuckles]

Well, that's very nice, but, uh,
it might be a little premature.

Why? The word is
the new owner's in town.

Well, I can see that the beauty parlor
for communication system
is working in good order.

But I'm afraid that, uh,
legal ownership hasn't
yet been established.

[Knocking]
Jess! Oh.

I'm talking to Eve Simpson.

Jessica, is there any way
to hurry up this process?
This is very important to me.

Now look. Very frankly,
Tillie's grandniece sounds
more than willing to sell.

I advised her to stick close,
and I promise that...
I'll introduce you to her.

Oh, please.
The sooner the better.

You just hold onto
that hot prospect, Eve.

Good-bye.

Jess, did you know you've got a squatter
out here in your backyard?

- Oh, that's Liza Adams.
- A- yah. Appears she took your advice.

Couldn't be much closer
unless she moved in.

[Jessica]
Maybe she likes living in a tent.

Oh, Jess.
You're the only person I know
with her own private hippie.

Really. Tillie never could
throw away a busted umbrella
or a pair of worn out galoshes.

You know, I don't know how many times
I've walked past that old sampler,

and I've never really looked at it.

It's not like any one
I've ever seen before.

You know, there's usually
a hand-embroidered alphabet...

with, you know, a homely motto...

that shows off the maker's
needleworking skills.

But whoever made this was
either short on skill or patience.

Jess! Jess, come over here
and look at this!

Have you ever seen
such exquisite detail?

Oh, my.
Isn't that lovely!

Eighteenth century British.
I saw one like it in a museum once.

Oh, it just breaks my heart
to think that Tibbles
will get his hands on this.

Don't you suppose there's some
way we could, you know,
overlook it?

Seth.

[Sighs] No, I guess not.
[Benny]
Wait till you see this stuff.

It's like a trip to a candy store.
Mmm.

Come in, come in.

[Door Closes]
Morning, Benny.

[Benny]
Jessica.

Mrs. Fletcher
is Tillie's executrix.
Aha.

Mr., uh, Wilton here is a very
well-known antique expert
from Boston.

Uh, Miss Hastings is his assistant.

I've asked them both to come up
to help me with an appraisal
of my goods.

Uh, correct me if I'm wrong,
but I seem to remember...

that you have a brother named Wilton
who sells antiques in Boston.

Now, Jessica, I do hope that you're
not implying that my brother would
deliberately low-ball the estimate...

just to save a few
lousy dollars on taxes.

Well, I didn't.
But now that you mention it,
the possibility deserves consideration.

Wilton, what an exquisite chess set.
Chess set?

Um, hmm. Japanese, 20th century,

with a value of... under $50.

Sold.
That's the wholesale price.

- It's not for sale.
- Now, hold on there, Benny.

Nothing is for sale yet, Seth.
We have some cataloging to do.

[Clears Throat]
Well, all right, very well.

However, seems to me that's
a strange way to be doin' business.

Well, come on.
What do you think it's all worth?

Judging from what
I've seen so far, very little.

You tell them that.
Me, you tell the truth.

[Chuckles]
Benny, cheap knockoffs.

Early Salvation Army.

Well, that shows just how much
you two know about antiques.

You come along with me.
I got something that'll
knock your eyes out.

All right. Gonna tell me this
came from Goodwill, are you?

A writing desk? Please, I have
dozens of these in my shop.

Right, Lauren?
Very slow movers.

Fine.
You haven't seen anything yet.
I got plenty more to show you.

Come on.
All right.

An original Chippendale.
This is worth a fortune.

But we've sold original
Chippendales before.

Yes, but, darling,
this is a real original.

[Wilton]
If we play our cards right,
we can make a killing in this house.

[Door Closes]
[Benny]
Wilton! Wilton, you get in here!

Now, you look at that, huh?
And you look at this.

And over here, look at this.
You look at this, huh?

Open your eyes, will you, Wilton!
Look at all-
Stop!

Stop this!
What are you people
doing in my house?

Your- Lady, I'm the heir.
I own all this stuff.
Oh, yeah?

You're talking to
Tillie's only relative.

She left this rattrap to me,
and I'm not about to share it
with the village idiot!

All I want is what's mine!

Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!

What you want is the treasure.

Treasure?
What treasure?

Don't- Don't pay any attention to Emily.
Her machine's almost out of gum balls.

Yeah, you played up to that old lady,
and she told you about the treasure.

And you arejust hoping that
it's in one of these boxes.

I don't care where it's at.
If it's in this house, it's mine!
No way, lady.

- Anything that isn't nailed down is mine.
- Liza, Benny, please!
Fighting's not gonna help.

Listen, dog meat,
you try and pick my pocket...

and I'll peel you like an onion,
layer by layer till there's nothin' left
but a bad smell.

Well. I see the flower children
are growin' up.

[Man]
What a charming room.
[Jessica] Oh, thank you.

Uh, what I don't quite understand,
Mr. Andrews, is why Eve Simpson
sent you to me.

Oh, I'm sorry
if I gave you that impression.
She didn't send me, actually.

I took it upon myself.
I must apologize for my impatience,

but I've been in Cabot Cove
for three days...

and I still haven't seen
the Benedict Arnold house.

[Laughs]
Well, around here we call it
the Tillie Adams house.

[Laughs]
Of course. I was in contact
with Tillie Adams.

As a matter of fact,
she invited me to visit her
in the house.

Unfortunately,
I arrived too late.

Uh, forgive me,
Mr. Andrews, but, uh,

why are you
so interested in a house
that you've never even seen?

Well, isn't the house exactly,
Mrs. Fletcher, at least not
the structure itself.

It's the history of the place.
Oh, yes, of course.
You mentioned Benedict Arnold.

Uh, a British hero, I believe.
Have a seat.

I've always been fascinated
by early American history.

I was a cryptographer
during the Cold War.

Worked very closely
with the Americans.

One of your New Englanders
made a joking reference
to General Arnold's mistress.

[Chuckles]
And then, quite recently,

I came across a mention
of her house in an old book.

And you decided to come
to America and see for yourself.

My time's my own
since my wife passed away last year.

I'm engaged in writing a book
about Benedict Arnold...

from a completely new perspective,

and I'd be prepared to make
a generous offer for the house.

Do you suppose
that I could see it... now?

Oh, dear, I hate to refuse
a budding author, but, uh,

well, I just couldn't
let you see it unaccompanied
and certainly not after dark.

I'd welcome your company,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, I'm sorry,
but, you know, I am so behind
with my own writing...

that I can't possibly be
that far from my typewriter.

Yes, I understand.

I'm sorry to have intruded
on your time. Good night.

Uh, supposing I arrange
for Eve Simpson to show you
the house tomorrow morning?

I mean, I think you'll find it
far more fascinating by daylight.

How very kind of you.

I hate to be a nuisance, but... I just-
I'm no good at waiting around.

## [Humming]

Come on. Give me some numbers.
Patience, Benny.

## [Humming]

Now, judging from what I saw in
the house, this is a fair estimate.

If anything,
I leaned in your favor.

Are you crazy?
For a whole houseful of antiques?
Not antiques.

Old, but not old enough.
Sorry, Benny.

Your inheritance is a bad joke.

That's it, Wilton.
You have cheated me
for the last time.

Go easy.
Get out ofhere.
Just go back to Boston.

I wouldn't let you handle this stuff
if you were the last antique dealer
in the world.

Well, there's more than
one way to skin a cat.

You know, I've heard that all my life,
and I still don't know what it means.
Be careful.

You might find out.

I can only stay a couple of hours.

Maybe not even that long
if Mrs. Delfino starts havin'
her baby this morning.

Well, the door's open.
I'm sure that I locked it yesterday.

Door to the den's open too.
Now I know that was shut.
I shut it myself.

Well, maybe Emily came in again.
Incidentally, remind me to ask her
to return her key to me.

Seth!

It's Benny!

Jess, he's dead.

[Amos]
Yep, he's dead all right.

This must be the weapon.

- Amos, uh, fingerprints.
- Oh. Oh, good thinkin'.

I'd say death occurred
around midnight, give or take an hour.
Course, I'll have to wait for the autopsy.

What do you suppose
Benny was doin' here anyway?

Knowin'Benny, I expect
he was lookin'for that treasure.

Well, being in front of the fireplace,
maybe he was lookin' up
the chimney.

Amos, he was lookin' for treasure,
not Santa Claus.

And the killer grabbed the poker
and struck him down.

Actually, Amos, it could have
been the other way around.

I mean, Benny could have come
back here, found someone who
didn't belong and challenged him-

And the killer grabbed up the poker
and struck him down.

And maybe the killer
found the treasure
and made off with it.

[Jessica]
Nothing in this room
has been disturbed,

and this is where
Benny found him.

No, I think it's more likely...

that he feared discovery
after he had killed Benny
and fled the scene.

He? With that poker,
anyone could commit mayhem,
even a woman.

As you will see, Mr. Andrews,
this is a remarkable old house.

Why do you suppose
the ambulance is outside
and the police car?

Oh, it's nothing we need
to concern ourselves about.

Now, Mr. Andrews,
I'm sure I don't have to tell you...

about the historical significance
of this fine old building.

Yes, indeed.
Oh, it's in excellent condition.

It would make a splendid home
or a very rewarding investment.

Mrs. Adams was
quite elderly and frail,

and she couldn't maintain
its stunning simplicity.

But I'm sure you see
the enormous possibilities here
for redecorating.

Careful, now, boys.
That's not a sack of potatoes
you got there.

Oh. Oh.

Eve?
Did we come at a bad time?

Oh, now that's what I'd call
an understatement.

Oh, Mr. Andrews,
I forgot that you were
coming here this morning.

I'm showing him the house.
[Amos]
Sorry. Not today.

I have to seal off the den.
There's been a murder.

Did you say...
a murder?

Well, that's terrible.
Now when can I show it?

After the men from the state police lab
have finished goin'over the crime scene.

[Andrews] Yes, quite right.
I'll just have to see the original part
of the house another time.

Naturally, it's disappointing
after waiting so long.

[Amos]
Waitin'for what?

To get in touch with history,
Inspector.

- Mr. Andrews is deeply interested
in Benedict Arnold.
- That traitor?

Ha! Why would anyone care
two cents about a fella like that?

He's only a traitor in American eyes.
I hope to change all that.

Mr. Andrews is thinking
of buying this house.

If so, I shall have the house dismantled
and shipped back to England.

England? What for?

To have it reassembled,
as a shrine to Benedict Arnold.

A shrine?

Uh, Amos, uh, don't you think
you should get the tape out
of your car to seal off the den?

Next thing you know we'll be
celebratin' Mussolini's birthday.

Mrs. Fletcher, I do apologize
for being so selfishly absorbed
in my own concerns.

There's been a terrible tragedy here.
I'll come back when it's convenient.
Miss Simpson?

Uh, Mr. Andrews,
if you don't mind waiting in the car,

I will be with you in one minute.
There's no rush.

Good day, Mrs. Fletcher.

Now, look, Jessica. This has
not been a good year for me.

I have overextended myself,
and I desperately need
to sell this house.

Now, I know Andrew
sounds like a nut,

but he's a rich nut,
and I don't want to let him get away.

My life depends on it.
Can you understand that?

Of course I understand.
Good.

Then try to make things
a little easier, for God's sake.
Give me a little support.

And you too, Doctor!
Well, what did I do?

Nothing! Ohh!

[Door Closes]
How odd.

Odd?
She's always been like that.

You know, Seth, she never even
asked who had been murdered.

Say, that's right.
She didn't seem to care
one way or the other.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I'm ready to stop
on this inventory today.

Do you think Benny's inheritance
will be going to Kevin?

Probably.
I'll get my clipboard.

Seth, the sampler is gone.

You said yourself it wasn't very good.

No, but it was unusual.
And obviously it was
important to someone.

I wish I'd looked at it more closely.

Well, as I recall, there was a picture
of it in the Gazette last year.

Tillie stood in front of it
on her 90th birthday.
I'll see if I can get you a copy.

Poor Tillie.
I wonder how many people
will attend Benny's funeral.

Kevin.
Hi, Lauren.

I just wanted to let you know
how sorry I am about your father.

It's really awful, losing a-
well, a role model.

- I never thought of him like that.
- What are you gonna do now?

Well, I promised Dad I'd fix this car.

Then I got a business to run.

It obviously hasn't sunk in yet.

Here you are, all alone in the world.

Well, if there's anything
I can do to help.

Anything at all.

What about Uncle Wilton?

Oh, dear Wilton.

I'll always be grateful to him for
teaching me so much about antiques.

Now I'd like to teach you.
About antiques?

[Chuckles]

I'd just love to merge our resources
and our connections.

So this is where
you've been hiding, Kev.

How clever of you
to find him, Lauren.

If you don't mind,
I'd like a moment alone
with my nephew...

to discuss business.

You know, Wilton, until this minute,
I didn't realize how much alike
you two were.

Kevin and I?
Benny and you.

[Chuckles]

I'd like to propose a way
to get around Eliza Doolittle.
How?

I've made a bid on her house.

And with you as my partner,
we'll own it all,
including the treasure.

What do you say to that?

I think I'm considering
another offer.

[Sizzling]
Good heavens!

Oh! Liza, what have
you got in here?

My dinner.
Mung beans and rice.

I hope nobody called
the volunteer fire department.
Sorry. I was meditating.

Liza, something happened
last night at Tillie's house.

A death.
Benny Tibbles.
I heard it on your radio.

You know, you said some
rather harsh things to him.
I meant every word.

Last night, a cold wind
blew in off the ocean.

I took some extra blankets
out to your tent,
but you weren't there.

Well, yeah, I went for a walk.
I do that a lot, like, you know,
when I can't sleep.

Hey, you think I wasted him?
No way!

I mean, I believe in, like,
the power of the soul,
and, like, reincarnation, you know.

I won't even squish a cockroach,
'cause it could be Aunt Tillie.

And then this morning,
I stopped by the lawyer's office.

He said that you
haven't furnished him
with any identification.

Well, like,
I burned my birth certificate
and my passport in 1970...

when I declared myself
a citizen of the universe.

Well, do you have a driver's license?
Well, I burned that in 1972.
It was an anti-pollution rally.

Any credit cards?
Ha! You gotta be kidding.

Oh, so I got no I.D.
Does that make me a non-person?
No, it doesn't.

But it may make it difficult
for you to establish a legal claim
to your legacy.

Like, I don't even know
if I want it.

So far this trip
has been a real bummer.

I gotta pig out on this stuff
before it turns- gets cold.

Come on. Let me-
Let me fix you something
to eat here.

You can't eat that.
It's- It's- It's charcoal.

Well, I like it well-done.
Thanks for the use of the stove.

[Phone Rings]

Hello. Oh, hello, Eve.
I just got in.

Oh, Jessica, I am desperately
in need of your help.
Well, what's wrong?

I have a meeting with
a second bidder on Tillie's house,

but Alastair Andrews insists on
seeing the rest of the house today.

- Could you possibly meet him
there in an hour?
- But it'll- it'll be dark by then.

Oh, he doesn't care.
The man is obsessed.

I would get down on my knees and beg,
but this is my last good pair of panty hose!
Please, Jessica!

So far, this is the only room
I've been in.

I confess my curiosity's
getting the better of me.

Would you like to see upstairs?

Well, actually, my keenest interest
lies in the original part of the house,
the old kitchen.

I believe it's been
turned into a study.
A den.

Well, providing the crime tape
has been removed, which it has.

Oh, yes, of course.
That's where the murder took place.

[Doorbell Rings]
Oh, excuse me.

[Rings]

Oh, it's you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I was just drivin' past,
saw the lights on, thought maybe
somebody might be up to mischief.

Oh, so you, uh, rang the doorbell?
Had to.
Didn't have a key.

Everything okay?
Oh, yes. Mr. Andrews is in the, uh, den,
getting the feel of 1780.

Doesn't he know
his side lost the war?

Oh, Amos, come and say hello.
We're allies now, you know.
[Chuckles]

What's he doin'?

To think, Benedict Arnold once
stood in this very room.

I can still feel him here in the woodwork,
in the- the original brick.

- Close your eyes...
and you can feel his presence.
- I'd rather not.

- Oh, it's you, Inspector.
- That's Sheriff.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher,
for allowing me this moment.

L- I find it quite overwhelming.

I must rush back to my hotel room
and try and capture this feeling
on paper.

- I'll walk with you.
- No, no need. I can find my way.

Quite selfishly,
I need the solitude.

You've been very kind.
Good night.

Good night, Mr. Andrews.

Sheriff.
[Chuckles]
Night.

When Benedict Arnold starts
comin' out of the woodwork,
it's time to go home.

I'll give you a lift.
Thank you, Amos.

There's no light switch here.
Oh, no.
It's over by the bookcase.

Well, what's it doin'
way over there?

Well, when they wired some of these
old houses, they had to run the wires
in some rather strange places.

[Chuckles]
I wouldn't give you a plugged nickel
for this squirrel cage.

Benedict Arnold.

Any news on the murder?
Nope.

And it's sure got me stumped.

My men went all through this
house and they couldn't find
any sign of a forced entry.

Now, it stands to reason
that if Benny used his key
to get in here...

and the killer was already here,
then the killer had to break in.

Maybe the killer had a key.
Well, who had a key?

Eve Simpson, you-
Emily Goshen.

Oh, Amos, you can't seriously
believe that Emily is involved.

Everybody knows
she's got sticky fingers.

Now, what if Benny caught her
walkin' out with that missin' sampler?
Emily, a killer?

She might pilfer now and then,
but I can't seriously believe
that she's a- that she's a thief.

[Lauren]
Kevin, what's going-

Looks like we've
got ourselves a thief.

[Kevin]
What have you got there?

Sorry to get you out of bed,
Mrs. Fletcher, but I couldn't let
Emily spend the night in my cell.

What if I had to toss
some drunk in there?
Wouldn't be fair.

To which one?
I'm sorry.

I just don't function very well
when I'm awakened by sirens
in the night.

Mrs. Fletcher! Don't tell me
they have arrested you too.

Emily doesn't function too well
without a siren.

No, Emily.
SheriffTupper wants to release
you into my custody.

Emily, do you understand
why you've been arrested?

I can't say that I do.

You broke into the shop
and stole a brooch!

My mother gave me
that brooch.
It was a family heirloom.

Emily, did you take anything out
ofTillie's house?

The trash-
every Wednesday.

And what about the sampler
that was on the living room wall?

Next you will be asking me
if I killed Benny Tibbles.

- Did you?
- No!

And what would I want
with that old sampler?
I couldn't understand it.

[Amos]
What are you talkin'about, Emily?
It didn't make any sense.

The words on the sampler,
they didn't make any sense.

[Emily]
Can I go home now?

I had Hank over at the Gazette
blow up this part of the picture.

Though why you want to
look at that old sampler,
I'll never know.

Because Emily is right.
The words don't make sense.

Look, it should be
"Pause and Reflect."
It's backwards.

Yes, of course.

That's it.
It is backwards.

That's the key.
I need a mirror.

Reflect,

and then pause
and look at the reflection.

Now, you see, in these blocks...

the letters are the same
when they're reversed.

But in these blocks,
the letter change.

Capital "E" becomes a three...

- and the small "r"
becomes a seven.
- A- yah.

Yeah, seven, three, "B."
But what does it mean?

Three "B."

Now, Benny was found dead
in front of the fireplace.

Third brick.

Seventh row. Jess,
are we talkin' treasure here?

You've made a wise decision,
my dear.

I'll believe it
when I see the money.

[Rings]

Eve Simpson.
Oh, Jessica!

Jessica, I just now made
a mental note to let you know...

that Liza Adams decided to sell
her house to Wilton Tibbles
at a very handsome price.

Congratulations, Eve.
I know how much
that means to you.

Well, now, uh,
I hate to tell you my news.

I'm listening.
Well, you're right.

Oh, I should say you were right.
The house is about to fall apart.

And the building inspector
just called me.
[Chuckles] Oh.

And I'm sure he had something
terribly amusing to say about it.

Well, he- he said that
the fireplace in the den
was in danger of collapsing,

if that strikes your funny bone.

[Laughing]
Oh, how droll.

So, if you will, please, Eve,

tell all the interested parties
that the house will be closed until
the fireplace is completely restored.

I'm sure that everyone will be
just as pleased as I am. Bye.

Bye.

Now that is what I call tossin'
the fat into the fire.

[Amos]
Looks like you were right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

How could you possibly know?

Best thing to do with that brick
is to put it on the table.

This really doesn't prove
that I had anything to do
with the murder, you know.

Oh, I'm afraid it does,
Mr. Andrews.

You see,
it proves you were in the house
on the night of the murder.

If you hadn't seen that sampler,
you wouldn't have known
where to look.

You were frustrated at not
being able to see the house,

so you let yourself in,
as you did tonight.

[Jessica Narrating]
You probably found the sampler while
you were looking for the way to the den.

Being a cryptographer,
you recognized the simple code at once
and were able to break it quickly.

Benny must have surprised you before
you had a chance to remove the brick.

He was a very excitable person.

The poker was close at hand,
and you used it to keep him quiet.

You must have felt certain that
you could return later, so you fled,

taking the sampler with you,
making sure that no one else
could learn its secret.

[Chuckles]
A fanciful theory, Mrs. Fletcher,

but I'm prepared to swear
I knew the location
through other sources.

It won't wash, I'm afraid.
[Jessica]
Then here's something that will.

Last night when I brought you here,
it was dark in the den.

I left you when the doorbell rang,
and you came into the dark room.

I had only taken a few steps
when the den lights flashed on.

It didn't occur to me until today
that you said you'd never been
in this room before.

But it took you less than five seconds
to find an obscure light switch
in the dark.

And the lights were on
when I came in.

A stupid mistake.

I was in too much of a hurry
to make sure it was still there.

The gold?
Gold?

My God, do you really think
I'd take all these risks for mere gold?

I think the treasure that
Mr. Andrews was seeking
is paper.

A letter from the past, I suspect.
Some sort of document?

Please, Sheriff, humor me.

I only want just one look
at the contents of that hiding place.

[Sighs]
Well, I guess it can't hurt.

I am kind of curious about it myself.

If my theory is correct,
this document will prove
that General Arnold...

was under the direct orders
of George Washington...

when he surrendered
West Point to the British.

What does it say?

Well, who wrote it?
Was it Benedict Arnold
or George Washington?

[Jessica]
Benedict Arnold's mistress.

Hmm.

It's a rather angry account
of how General Arnold betrayed
not only his country,

but his mistress, as well,
with one of her maids.

[Chuckles]
How ironic.

It seems that I, too, was
betrayed by Benedict Arnold.

Well, your idea to have Eve Simpson
call Alastair Andrews was a good one.

But I'm still sorry we didn't find
any real treasure in Tillie's house.

Well, different people have
different ideas about treasure.
Hmm.

It's an advance present
on your next birthday.

Well, I wasn't-
[Clears Throat]

Plannin' on celebratin'
any more birthdays, but, uh,

[Sighs]
I am touched.

Now that we have the,
uh, niceties out of the way,

I'm gonna beat your socks off.

Your move.

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