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- I don't believe a word of it.
- That book has me so nervous.

Well, I didn't write it for the money.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

- Freeze!
- Who would want to buy sausages from a man
that played around with married women?

- Is she still having an affair
with the butcher?
- That is irresponsible.

Oh, where was their responsibility?

I'm surprised she didn't
send you an advance copy.

I never hear any gossip.

This sort of filth
shouldn't be allowed in print.
Obviously I haven't got to the good part.

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[Eve]
I swear to you. A lice showed up
at the Harbor House wearing shorts,

and they wouldn't let her in.

Shorts? She must be
older than God's mother.

Oh, but she's so proud of her legs.
[Woman]
I don't know why.

Her knees look like two fat boys
bumping their heads together.

Oh, what time is it?
Oh! Oh! I'm missing my show.
Loretta, be a dear and turn on the TV.

There's nothing on
this early except talk.
Now, you can get that here.

Oh, I do hope it isn't
educational TV.

I hate educational TV.

Oh, this isn't educational.
It's network television.

Loretta, please, turn it on.

I'd rather see
Days of Our Longing.

Please, everyone,
keep still.
That'll be the day.

- Oh, that's it. That's it.
- [Woman On TV]
Welcome back.

This is Janet Paisley in
Top o'the Morning's "Book Nook."

The book: The Sins of Castle Cove,

an exciting first novel.

Its young author is here today:
Sybil Reed.

Tell me about Cabot Cove, Maine.

Well, Janet, Cabot Cove is a small
New England seacoast town.
That's Sybil.

Why, I know her.
What's she doing on TV?

She- She's written a book.
And now she's trying to sell it.

- Shh!
- Your first novel,
The Sins of Castle Cove,

is set in a small
New England seacoast town,

where some rather shocking
things take place.

Sybil, how much
of your book is true?

The geography.
The rest is purely fictitious.

Sybil looks real pretty,
doesn't she?

Being 23 doesn't hurt.

Please, I am trying to hear this.

Well, I may have drawn on some of
the characteristics from people
back in Cabot Cove.

But what about
all that sex and violence?

Well, that was purely
my own imagination.

[Paisley]
Sybil, you're not the first author
from Cabot Cove to be sitting in that chair.

I presume you know
the mystery writer,J.B. Fletcher.

Yes. Mrs. Fletcher was
my high school English teacher.

She encouraged me to write.

I would say that Mrs. Fletcher
has been a very great influence
in my work.

- Oh, my.
- Well, now, that is something.

[Paisley]
Who else have you
been influenced by?

Barbara Cartland and Jackie Collins.

Mmm. You're in
pretty fast company, Jess.

[Sybil]
But mainly Mrs. Fletcher
deserves the credit.

She taught me everything
I know about writing.

Just talking about her
makes me homesick for Cabot Cove.

Thank you, Sybil Reed.

And congratulations on your first novel,

The Sins of Castle Cove,

already being touted
by the literary press
as a surefire best seller.

And we'll be back.

Could be a new literary classic.

And to think, you were the first
to discover her genius.
Imagine that.

Well, Sybil was a very bright student,
but she had her share of problems.

First of all, her mother ran off
to heaven knows where.
Then her father died,

and then she moved in with
her grandmother, who passed away
while Sybil was in high school.

As I recall,
they lived in that old eyesore
at the end of Hedgehog Lane.

Well, Sybil still owns that place,

but she had Eve Simpson
rent it out while she was
writing in the city.

I'm surprised she didn't
send you an advance copy,

you being one of
her three greatest influences.

And also her severest critic.

She's probably very proud of herself,
getting that book published
without my help.

Well, um, I don't know about you,

but I think I'll amble over
to the bookstore and see if I can-

Well, perhaps I could, uh,
pick you up a copy.

Well, thank you, Seth.
I'm- I'm curious, of course, but, uh,

I can wait to read it.

I mean, I'm not in any hurry.

I'll be back in half an hour.

Half an hour will be fine.

[Chattering]

There you go, Ellie.
Thanks very much.

Ah, Sylvia. Good to see ya.

[Chattering]
[Register Bell Dings]

When poor Sybil was left all alone,
I did my best to help her.

I was the one who rented
that big, ugly house for her.

Her mother was
the first girl in junior high
to ever stuff gym socks in her bra.

Well, I slapped
her daddy's face once.

But l- I don't remember why.

[Laughing]
Ideal.

[Chattering]

[Clears Throat]
Excuse me. Doctor coming through.

Bit of a hurry here. Excuse me.

Well, Sheriff.
Oh, hi, Doc.

Don't tell me you're taking up
some serious reading.
Uh, oh, no.

It's a present for Adelle.
She's laid up with some terrible pain.
Maybe you can look in on her later.

What seems to be the trouble?
Well, she was teaching
her self-defense class...

and accidentally dropped
a 200-pound student on her foot.

Thought this might cheer her up.
[Ideal]
Oh, Sheriff,

I understand it's a bit spicy.

Oh, yeah?
That shouldn't be too tough
for an ex-marine.

I hope it's a love story.

The only books I ever read
are romantic novels
with happy endings.

I like realism.

Lots of tall,
attractive, single men...

fighting over
one mature working lady.

Well, I always look at the cover,
and if the man is bare-chested
and the woman isn't, I buy it.

Ladies. Doc.

Ideal, Phyllis, Eve.
Lovely as ever.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Holgate.
What a nice thing to say, Ellis.

It's my pleasure.
Miriam, I was, uh,
hoping you'd show up.

It's been too long.
Isn't there some way
to speed this up? I'm in a hurry.

Sorry, Mrs. Harwood.

Ah. Good morning,
Dr. Valiant.

Doctor who?
You know perfectly well
my name is Hazlitt.

Not in my book.

Ah! 18.95.

For one book?

I can remember
when you could buy a whole set
of encyclopedia for $15...

and still have enough left over
for a seafood dinner
and a picture show.

I will take it off
your next doctor's bill.

[Holgate Chuckles]
Uh, just a minute.
Uh, Dr. Valiant.

Page 14.

[Crowd Gasps]

[Jessica]
"Dr. Sam Valiant
is a typical small-town doctor,

"good at heart,
though he appears to be
a cross between a leprechaun-

[Laughs]
And a curmudgeon."

I am much too tall to be called
a leprechaun, and good-natured
to be a curmudgeon.

Well, obviously
that's not what Sybil thinks.

Sybil may stuff her brain
into a small mayonnaise jar,

and send it to Harvard
to have it scrutinized.

Oh, Seth. Aren't you being
overly sensitive to a work of fiction?

I skimmed it on the way over here,
and believe me, Jess,

there are a lot of people
here in Cabot Cove
that are going to be offended by it.

Well, I'm quite sure
that she doesn't
call them curmudgeons.

Oh, no. No.
There's a full assortment...

of thieves, philanderers,
liars, moral deviants...

and a particularly odious
bookworm called "the Geek."

Oh, no, no, no, no.
That's your copy.

I suggest you read it posthaste.

Pay particular attention
to the high school English teacher,
Mrs. K.C. Feather.

That should stiffen your
syllabus for quite some time.

[Door Opens]

[Door Closes]

Oh, my.
[Doorbell Rings]

Oh, Eve.
Jessica, I have just had
the worst experience of my life!

Ah, well, I see you're reading it too.

Well, actually,
l- I've- I've just started it.

I'm sure you will be as disgusted, appalled
and horrified as I was. This sort of filth
shouldn't be allowed in print.

Well, obviously
I haven't got to the good part.

How can you joke about it?
Suppose this should fall into the hands
of innocent children?

But, Eve, you've always been
passionately opposed to censorship.
Well, this is different, Jessica.

Wait until you read about the man-crazy
real estate agent who makes a pass
at every husband in town.

Well, surely that's not you.
Well, of course it's not me.
It's nothing like me.

Except for the description
of my house, my office
and the birthmark on my fanny,

which, incidentally,
is on the wrong side.

But how many people
would know that?

Look, Eve.
This morning on television,

Sybil went out of her way
to say that all of the incidents
in this book are purely imaginary.

She is slandering
the entire population
of this town, Jessica.

This ambitious little hussy,
whom you so carelessly inspired.

Oh, now wait a minute, Eve.
The little witch should have
her mind washed out with soap.

There are things in this book
that I wouldn't discuss
with my own mother.

Mother, hell. I wouldn't
tell them to my psychiatrist.

Oh, Eve, aren't you making
too much out of this?

It seems like a harmless first novel.

Harmless? What did you think
of Mrs. Feather, the school teacher
turned mystery writer?

Oh, I haven't gotten to her yet.

When you get to her, we'll talk.

Eve.

Eve, wait.

[Man]
Hey, Noah.
Yeah, how you doin', George?

You, uh, read any good books lately?

[Laughs]

No.
[Door Closes]

[Noah]
Miriaml

I swear that George Greer's
got too many worms in his bait can.

Spaghetti sauce, honey?
Is that all you know how to fix?

Well, I just had so much to do.

And wouldn't you know,
I ran into Eve Simpson, and you
always said she could talk your ear off.

She started talking about-
I don't wanna hear about Eve Simpson.
She's a waste of time.

I don't want you
seein'her anymore.

- There better be a cold beer in here.
- Noah, get-

What the hell is this?

I wondered where that was.

I must have had that
in my hand when I was
looking for the garlic.

Must be pretty hot stuff
if you have to keep it in the fridge.
What's it about?

Oh, you wouldn't like it.

A woman wrote it.

I don't know how
you can stand this junk.
Hurry up.

Get some dinner on the table.

[Doorbell Rings]

Sybil.
Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, my heavens,
what an unexpected surprise.

- Oh, I guess I should have called.
- Well, come inside.

I was watching you
on television this morning.
What happened to your book tour?

Oh, the parties and interviews
and the flashbulbs in my face-
It just got too much for me.

Yes, I know the feeling.
I just had to come home.

The only trouble is,
I forgot that I'd rented my house
to somebody else, so l-

Well, l- I thought,
if it wouldn't be
too much trouble, l-

Well, I'm afraid I wouldn't be
a very good hostess.

You see, I'm in the middle of
writing my new book, and, um-

Well, actually,
it's not going very well.

Oh, I understand.
I had the same trouble.

You just have to fight through it.
So I'll be as quiet as a mouse.

Is the guest room still
at the top of the stairs to the right?

Well, yes.
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.

You are my favorite person
in the whole world.

It's so good to be home
in Castle Cove.

Cabot Cove.

Ezra.

[Jessica]
Seth.

Morning, Jessica.
Seth Hazlitt on foot-
I don't believe it.

Well, I'm filling my lungs
with good, clean salt air.

Been telling my patients
that for years.

I thought I'd try a little bit of it
myself. What brings you out
on this fine morning?

Well, an unexpected houseguest
arrived last night,

and I woke to the realization
that my cupboard was bare.

That unexpected houseguest...

wouldn't be a budding young novelist
off the Portland bus last night, now, would it?

- Now, how did you know that?
- Well, the taxi driver at the diner
this morning mentioned it...

while I was having
my morning oat bran.

Well, that's not
the only reason I left the house
early this morning.

I read the book.

A-yah.

Lfinally get a decent-selling book,
and look. This has to happen.

Mr. Holgate, can you think
of anybody who might
have a grudge against you?

Oh, this goes deeper
than a grudge, Sheriff.

I regard this book burning
as a brutal attack
on freedom of speech.

Book burning?

Yeah. A fisherman comin' in
last night in his boat,
uh, saw the flames...

and a figure dressed in black
running away.

- He was too far away though
to tell if it was a man or a woman.
- How dreadful. Were many books burned?

None of them yours, Jessica.
Still got plenty of those left.

No, it was The Sins of Castle Cove.

The cretin who did it
left a threatenin' note
taped to the window frame.

Made from letters
cut from magazines.

[Jessica]
"Stop selling this filth
or next fire will burn all."

Ah, it's gotta be some kind of nutcake.
Wonder why he's pickin' on this book?

My book? Why would anyone
do a sick thing like that?

Well, very possibly
because they read something
that they didn't like.

Well, it's only a made-up story
for the most part.

Well, it's that other part
that seems to have everyone upset.

Mrs. Fletcher, that really isn't fair.
I mean, I didn't write about
them exactly as they are.

I disguised them.
L- I made some people taller,
some people shorter-

You made me older.

Sybil, look. You've written things
about recognizable people
that are bound to hurt.

Well, I was only following
your advice.

My advice?
Write about things you know.

All I know is Cabot Cove.

I had no idea you knew it that well.

[Phone Rings]

Yes? Yes, this is Jessica Fletcher.

Yeah, she's right here.
It's for you.

Hello? Oh, hi.
No, nothing much.
Just-Just resting.

All right, Corinne.
What have you heard? Spill it.

Somebody trashed
the bookshop last night.

Yes, I know. Isn't it fantastic?
People are going crazy.

Tell me about it.
Eve Simpson is climbing the wall.

Oh, and how is dear Miriam Harwood?

Miriam?

She's a total wreck.
Oh, I love it!

[Laughs]
Corinne.

Corinne, Mrs. Simpson's waiting
to have her nails done.

- Sorry, Mom. Gotta go now.
- All right, listen.
Keep your ears open.

I'm already
thinking about a sequel.

You just stay in bed
and try to feel better,

and I'll see if Loretta
will let me go early.

Bye, Mom.
Your mom looked fine
an hour ago...

when we took
our aerobics class.

Now, my dear.
You just hustle
your little buns, baby.

Corinne, speed it up.

I have an appointment
with a hot client.

Give me something orangey-pale
to remind him that I'm a woman,

without threatening him
with my sexuality.

Oh!
[Laughs]

Oh, God!
Did you hear me?

I sound like the character
in that slimy book.

Oh, forget it, Corinne.
I'll have the usual.
Red on red.

Loretta.
Loretta, come here.

Did you read this part?
Sybil calls the beauty shop
"a gossip communication center."

I never hear any gossip.

Just good talk among good friends...

about other good friends
who aren't here to defend themselves.

[Gasps]
I don't believe a word of it.

Nothing like this
has ever happened to me.

Oh, Ideal.
I'm so sorry to hear that.

Now maybe
you'll let me streak your hair.

Oh, it's easy for all of you
to joke about it.

But that- that book
has me so nervous.

L-I'm afraid to stay
in my house alone.

Honey, after the men in this town
read that book, you'll be lucky
to have a moment alone.

Has your husband read the book?
[Eve]
Are you serious?

I've never seen Noah
read anything but a stop sign.
Even then, his lips moved.

L-I'm just afraid one of the guys
at work will hear about it from
his wife and tell Noah, and-

Loosen up, Miriam.
I was only kidding.

Not everyone will identify
a certain character with you.

That's true.

The unfaithful wife
in the book is a redhead.

Oh, gosh. I gotta go.

Eve, I'll call you later.

Don't worry.

Good-bye, everybody.
[Phyllis]
Bye-bye, Miriam.

Here, dear.
[Ideal]
Bye, Miriam.

Good-bye, Miriam.

Thank you.
Oh, your purse.

Thanks.

[Bell Jingles]

So, tell me.

Is she still having an affair
with the butcher?

Just like the book.
Stop.

I don't want to hear it.
I haven't read that far yet.

Eve, darling, it also says in the book
that you had an affair with the butcher,

but you broke it off
because ofhis mother.

I won't dignify that
with an answer, but, uh,

that mother of his
is something else.

Mulligan.
Afternoon, Noah.

- Where's my wife?
- Haven't seen her.

Don't hand me that.
Maybe you got her hidin' in there
in that famous walk-in refrigerator...

everybody here in town's
been readin' about.

You've been drinkin'.

I have a mind to kill you, Mulligan.
Go home and sleep it off.

Look at yourself, Harwood.
You're out of shape.

You want to feel somethin' solid?
Feel this.

I'll show you somethin' sol-
Tim, Noah, please!

Let him go, Tim.
[Woman]
Stay away from himl

You stay away from him, you hussy.
I know all about you.
Ma, please stay out of this.

My son is a pure and decent boy.
Mom, this is not the woman
in the book. This is Mrs. Fletcher.

What's the matter?
Don't you know any single women?

Mulligan, this isn't over yetl

Go home and lock up your wife!

[Tires Squeal]

Are you sure you're not his wife?

Quite sure.
Would you go home and watch
your favorite dirty soap opera?

Why were you hangin' around
my boy in the first place?
Did the book give you ideas?

[Mulligan]
Ma, Mrs. Fletcher is a customer.

I don't care who she is.

The woman that seduced my boy
will be struck down,
as if by the hand of God.

How can you say
a thing like that?

I didn't make it up.
It's the way it was wrote.

Mrs. Mulligan, it's just a book.
It-It's a work of fiction.

We'll see, deary. We'll see.
[Cackles]

[Police Radio Chatter]

[Door Closes]
[Mort]
Floyd?

In the kitchen, Sheriff.

Okay, what have we got?
Mrs. Harwood's dead, Sheriff.

And there's the murder weapon-
that fryin' pan.

Murder?
Yep.

[Sighs]
Call the state police, get the print guys
out here and dust the house.

Well, yes, sir, I'll do that,
but it's not really necessary.
I already know who did it.

It's in the book.

- Freeze!
- [Snoring]

Come on, Noah.
Wake up.

[Snoring]

Good morning,
Mrs. Fletcher.
Oh, good morning, Sybil.

Well, it looks like another
lovely day in Cabot Cove.

Uh-huh.

I hope I'm not
interrupting your work.

Oh, I'm just researching
my next book.

I want to get all my facts straight
before I start writing.

And how are you planning
to spend the day?

Oh, a little research on my own.

Actually, later on,
I have a date to go antiquing
with Seth Hazlitt.

- That doesn't sound like much fun.
- Well, we enjoy it.

Except when a dealer tries to sell
Seth a cereal bowl with a picture
of Shirley Temple in it.

He hates antiques
that are younger than he is.

Actually, you'd be very welcome
to come along with us
if you'd like to.

I think the fresh air
and exercise would put
some color in your cheeks.

Oh, I couldn't go out.
I'm in hiding, remember?

Besides, I'm not really into antiques.

Tell me, Sybil.
What are you into?

That's an odd question.
Not really.

You're going to have many choices,
now that your book is a best seller.

You're going to be
a very wealthy young woman.

Well, I didn't write it
for the money.

No. I'm wondering
why you did write it.

A book so filled with dark themes
and unhappy people.

It's the way that I see life.

All life,
or just life in Cabot Cove?
My life.

Kids made fun of me
because of the hideous clothes
that my grandmother made me wear.

And then she wouldn't let me
go out with boys. L- I was a real freak
by the time I reached your class.

I guess that's why I became
so interested in writing.

- But none of that is in the book.
- Well, I didn't write it about me.

No, you wrote about
all those other people-

those- those people that you felt
had made your life miserable.

You wrote for revenge.
That's the only weapon I had.
What's wrong with using it?

But that's ridiculing real people.
That is irresponsible.

Oh, where was their responsibility?

What possible harm
could Eve Simpson
have done to you?

Only one little insignificant thing:

She's the one who introduced
my mother to the man
that she ran off with.

But surely you can't blame-
Excuse me.
[Phone Rings]

Hello.
[Seth]
Jessica.

- Oh, good morning, Seth.
- I'm afraid I'll have to cancel
our antiquing expedition.

I'm at the coroner's.
Miriam Harwood
was brought in last night.

Miriam Harwood dead?

But she was so young.
What happened?

Seems to be a case of
domestic murder.

I don't have all the details.
I'm sorry about today.

- Oh, that's all right.
We'll do it some other time.
- Yeah.

- Uh, Sybil?
- [Doorbell Rings]

Oh, Deputy.
Uh, Mrs. Fletcher,
Sheriff sent me to pick you up.

- Pick me up?
- Yes, ma'am, and bring you in.

Sheriff, you-you could have
picked up the phone, you know,

and simply invited me
to your office.

Whoa. Back up.
I only sent Floyd
because you don't drive.

Which I could understand
if you lived in New York,

where the average traffic
condition is gridlock.

But in Cabot Cove,
the nearest thing we have
to a Sig-Alert...

is somebody's cat havin' kittens
in the middle of Main Street.

Would this have something to do
with Miriam Harwood's murder?

Now, how did you know about that?

It's a small town.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't read the book,
but Adelle tells me...

that the victim's husband knocked her off
because she was playing around
with some pork chop pusher.

In the book?
Look, don't confuse
fiction with reality.

Right. I know that.

The trouble is, it fits.

The husband's got the same motives.

They fight in the kitchen.
He loses his head
and clips her with a frying pan.

- Just the way it is in the book.
- Uh, not quite.

In the book, he killed her
with a lamp in the living room.
Are we gonna split hairs?

The guy next door was
walkin' his mutt when Noah
runs out of the house,

jumps into his truck
and takes off like a shot.

This morning, Floyd spots
Noah's pickup, calls for a backup,
we make the arrest and bring him in.

You mean you arrested a man
because he acted like
a character in a book?

Uh, not so loud, Mrs. F.

We haven't filed charges yet.

He's in the drunk tank in the back,
sleeping off a big bender.

You see, that's my problem.

When he wakes up
and is sober enough to drive,

will I be turning loose a killer?

But if you have a witness
who places him
at the scene of the crime,

and you felt so sure
that he was guilty
that you went looking for him-

I mean, why in the world
would you let him loose?

I don't think the book will hold up
in court as evidence.
The book.

The way I got it figured is like this:
It's like the guy wanted to kill his wife
but didn't know how.

Probably his first murder.

So he reads about it in the book,
and he says, " Yeah, that's a good way.
I'll do it like that."

Can you see a judge buying that?

No. And I don't buy it either.

Well, now, what about
the scene of the crime?

Were there any prints?
Oh, sure. Coffee?

- Uh, no. No, thank you.
- Noah's prints
were all over the place.

He lived there.
And the kitchen was loaded
with prints- everywhere-

except on the frying pan.

That had been wiped clean.
Now, that makes no sense.

I mean, that a man would
kill his wife in his home...

and then pause to wipe the prints
from the murder weapon...

before fleeing the scene-

- Oh, dear.
- What?

The killer wiped the prints
off the lamp.

- Off the pan.
- No, no. No.
I mean the lamp- in the book.

That didn't make
any sense there either.

Terrific.

I knew this was gonna be
one of those squirrelly cases.

Okay, Mrs. Fletcher,
do me a favor, please.

Don't mention the details
of this killing to anybody else
until I have a case, okay?

- I'm sworn to secrecy.
- Thanks.

Believe me, I'm as bewildered
as you are with this case.

Oh, hey, I appreciate that.

I was beginning to feel like
the dummy sheriff
Adelle told me about in the book.

About an hour ago,
a deputy tookJessica to see the sheriff.

I want to know what's going on.

Hardly anybody here.

Loretta left Eve Simpson
under a dryer...

and went out to look
for a purple purse.
[Bell Jingles]

Good morning.
Good morning, Mrs. Grant.

Oh, Phyllis, thank Godl
Miriam's late for her appointment.
I was going mad with no one to talk to.

Oh.
[Kisses]
Did you hear? I'll get back to you.

Bye, Mom!

Oh, Corinne.
I need emergency nail repair.

L- I'm coming, Mrs. Grant.

So, uh, how was
your date last night?

Boring. I spent the entire evening
peeling off my nail polish.

I could swear you had your hair done
day before yesterday.

Loretta left in too much gray.

I got home late last night.
I caught my reflection in the hall mirror
and screamed.

I thought I was being attacked
by some senior citizen.

[Bell Jingles]
Oh, hi, girls.

I'm sorry. It took me
longer than I thought.

Eve. Eve, are you okay?

I don't smell any singeing hair,
if that's what you mean.
Show me the purse.

Well, I'm not sure about the shade.

What do you think?

Heavenly.

Adorable.

Huh. I'll take it back.

Ideal Molloy
was in the boutique.

She said that she was
out early this morning,

and she saw Noah Harwood
in the back of the sheriff's car.

Noah?

Well, she only
got a glimpse of him,
but she said he looked terrible.

Now, isn't that funny?

I saw Jessica Fletcher
riding with the deputy sheriff...

as I was leaving my house,
about an hour ago.

Oh, well, when Amos Tupper
was sheriff,

he used to ask forJessica's help
whenever he had a difficult case.

Such as?

Well,

such as a murder.

Something's happened.

To Miriam Harwood.

Ouch!

- My cuticle.
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Grant.

Well, it wouldn't have happened if you were
doing what you were supposed to do.
It's very naughty to eavesdrop.

Sybil told me...

that being a good listener
was how she researched her book.

Sybil Reed?

When did she tell you?

Yesterday.

Sybil? Here?

In Cabot Cove?

Where, Corinne?

Well, Sheriff, it's certainly nice
to meet you, though I really don't know
how I can help you.

Well, the sheriff feels
that you might be able to provide him
with some information that he needs.

What information?

Well, why you disliked
Miriam Harwood so much
that you killed her off in your book.

No, I didn't. Honestly. L-

Sybil, please. Miriam is dead.

Now, the sheriff feels that
her husband might have killed her...

because that's the way
you wrote it.

- No, that's not what I wanted to happen.
- Then what did you want to happen,
Miss Reed?

Before she was married,
Miriam worked for the county.

I was 16 when
my grandmother died,

so she said I had to live
in a foster home until I came of age,

even though my grandmother
had left me a house and a trust fund.

So I had to hire a lawyer
and go to court in order to
live in my own house.

I see. And writing about
her affair with the butcher
was your way of paying her back?

Well, killing her off
seemed the easiest way to end it.

Somebody else thought so, too,
and used your book as a road map.

- [Doorbell Rings]
- Excuse me.

Where is she?
I know she's here.

Eve, just a moment.
There you are.

I just heard on my car radio
that Miriam is dead.

- You are responsible.
- No, l- I didn't kill her.

- You stirred up the mud.
That's good enough for me.
- That's not fair.

Miriam told me
she was going to break it off
with Tim Mulligan last night.

Apparently
she never got the chance.
[Mort] Now hold it.

Maybe she didn't,
and maybe she did.

What do you think, Mrs. F.
Maybe Mulligan did
go over to see her.

Maybe he didn't like
what he heard.
It's possible.

Mrs. Simpson, could you verify
the conversation you had
with the victim?

No, not really. I mean,
we were alone at the time.

I was having my nails done,
and Loretta was shampooing
Phyllis Grant's hair.

Eve, just one moment.
You say you were having
your nails done?

Yes. By Corinne, of course.

Would that happen to be
the same Corinne that calls you
several times a day?

Well, l-

How do you like that?

The little weasel has a mole
in the beauty parlor.

What did she tell you
about Miriam's conversation
with Mrs. Simpson?

I don't really know
if l- I should repeat it.

Why? You saving it for the sequel?

Miriam said that she was going to
drop the butcher like a hot sparerib...

and she didn't know
how he was going to take it.

Her exact words!

I never laid a finger
on that dear, sweet lady.

I heard about it on the TV.

Okay.

Okay, I was supposed to
meet her last night.
I was supposed to.

But I waited there
for more than an hour.
She never showed.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Listen, Mulligan.
You want to know how it was?
Try this on for size.

You waited for her, all right.
But when she didn't show up,
you went over to her place.

She tried to break it off with you.
You got steamed, and that's when
you remembered the book.

No.
You bopped her with the skillet
and then wiped the prints off...

[Door Opens]
So the dummy sheriff-
which incidentally is not me-

would think that the husband did it.

Sheriff, come look
what I found in the basement.

A black outfit with a hood...

and a baseball bat
with slivers of glass stuck in it.

Well.

Well, that cinches it, Mulligan.

You dressed in black,

you broke the bookshop window
with the bat
and burned the books.

But why?
To protect the lady's reputation.

You loved her, all right.
You couldn't take it when
she told you to get lost, so you killed her.

Floyd, come on down here
and cuffhim, read him his rights
and book him.

Thanks for all your help, Mrs. F.
I'll take it from here.

[Mort]
You want to sign right there,
please, Mr. Holgate?

God'll get you for this,
Ellis Holgate.

Would you mind, Mrs. Mulligan?
I'll get to you in a minute.

Seems kind of silly
signing a complaint
for vandalism...

when you're gonna
try him for murder.

Well, this will allow us to hold him
on charges while we're building up
evidence in the homicide.

Thanks a lot for coming in.
On the contrary,
thank you, Sheriff.

Now then, Mrs. Mulligan.
What can I do for you?

I'm here to bail out my boy.
Bail hasn't been set yet.

Well, then set it.
Here's $50.

This should cover it.
Ma'am, this is not
a parking violation.

My Timothy did not kill
that awful woman.

I know how you feel,
Mrs. Mulligan.

Oh, good. Another one
ofTimothy's girlfriends.

Don't get yourself killed.
He's in enough trouble already.

And he was always such a good boy.

Oh, I know how hard
you tried to protect him.

I mean, it must have been
an awful shock
when you heard about that book.

Who'd write such garbage?
I mean, you must have
hated the idea...

that soon all your friends
would be reading about
Timothy and Miriam.

What's goin' on?
Would you mind letting me in on it?

Sheriff, there's a little problem
about some evidence...

that your deputy collected
from Mulligan's basement.

Well, it wasn't planted,
if that's what you think.

Mulligan's initials
were on the bat,

and the glass slivers
definitely came from
the bookshop window.

Rose, how tall
would you say Timothy is?

He's 6 foot 4.
He's a big man, like his father.
What do you think, Sheriff?

You knew they were too small.

I think that these
belong to someone else
in the Mulligan family.

I think these are your size, Rose.
Sure, pick on an old lady.

I think that you dressed in black,

that you took Timothy's
old baseball bat with you...

when you paid that
late-night visit to the bookstore.

You may have thought that all of
the books were in the window.

The note you left was designed
to scare Ellis Holgate from
ordering any more.

I didn't know what else to do.

My boy Timothy's reputation
was at stake.

Who'd want to buy sausages
from a man that played around
with married women?

Mrs. Fletcher,
can I see you a minute?

You realize, of course, I'm gonna
have to bring the old doll in
on breaking and entering...

and destruction of private property
and maybe even violating
the First Amendment.

I feel like I'm bustin'
my own grandmother.

Well, why don't I have a little talk
with Ellis, and maybe we can
work something out.

[Sighs]

Hey, you don't suppose-
Oh, no, no.

It was bingo night at Saint Bartholomew's,
and she spent the entire evening there.
I checked.

Yeah. That's great.
So who am I left with?

- Wait a minute. I still got
the guy in the drunk tank. Floyd!
- Yo.

- Did Noah Harwood ever wake up?
- He sure did.

- Good. I want to talk to him.
- You said we weren't gonna book him,
so I let him go.

Isn't that all right?

You let him go?

You let the killer go?

He let the killer go.

Oh, Ideal,
let me get the door for you.

Oh, thank you, Jessica.
My goodness. You must have
bought out every copy.

I thought I'd do
my Christmas shopping early.

And when I heard
from Phyllis that Sybil Reed
was right here in town-

Well, I mean,
I just know she'll sign
all those copies for me.

Oh, Jessica, my cousins in Altoona
will be so thrilled to read about me.

Ideal, I didn't know
that you were in the book.

I'm not.

But I've underlined
all the parts about Eve Simpson.

That should give them something
to think about in Altoona.

[Engine Starts]

Bye-bye.
Bye.

[BellJingles]
Oh, hello, Ellis.

Jessica, what a pleasure
to see you so soon again.

Ellis, have you heard
about Rose Mulligan?

The sheriff just called.
Say, while you're here, would you
mind signing a few copies?

Folks always hate
buying one naked.
Oh, certainly.

Ellis, I'd be most grateful
if you could find it in your heart...

not to press charges.

I've given it some thought, Jessica.

The law's the law, you know.

Still and all, a mother's love.
Bless her heart.

Tell you what. LfTim agrees
to pay for the damage,
I'll let it go at that.

Oh, thank you.
That's very generous.

I'm glad it had nothing to do
with the murder.

Mrs. Harwood was a-
a steady customer.

Always had a kind word
and a smile for me, I can tell ya.

If things were slow,
I'd brew a cup of herbal tea,

and we'd discuss
fine literature for hours on end.

It's ironic that, uh,
her death should be so much
like the one in Sybil Reed's book.

Poor woman.
Struck down by her
bully of a husband in her kitchen.

Do you know
if they've caught Noah yet?
I haven't heard.

But then, Sheriff Metzger
doesn't necessarily
confide in me.

I don't know about you,

but I kind of miss
the dummy in the book.

[Seth]
I'm afraid we didn't get as much
from the autopsy as we'd hoped.

Miriam was killed
by a severe blow to the head
with a kitchen utensil...

somewhere between
8:00 and 11:00 p.m.

And even though
Timothy Mulligan couldn't prove...

that he waited for Miriam
until after 11:00,
they released him.

On the other hand,
Noah Harwood is being hunted down
by hounds and helicopters,

although there isn't
one shred of evidence against him.

Figure that one out.
Well, I have one consolation.

The teacher-writer in the book
couldn't solve the murder either.

If I recall properly,

it was that bright student of hers
that solved it.

[Sybil]
Mrs. Fletcher?

She's in here.

I've got it.
I know who killed
Miriam Harwood.

It's so obvious.
I don't know how I missed it.

It was the woman who'd previously
had an affair with Tim Mulligan.

She discovered that Tim was
seeing another woman...

and raged with jealousy when
she learned that it was none other
than her best friend, Miriam Harwood.

Don't you see?
The killer is Eve Simpson.

If I may hazard a guess,
this theory...

possibly comes to us
via Loretta's beauty parlor?

You're not taking me seriously.
[Jessica]
Uh, Sybil,

I'm sorry, but I've known
Eve Simpson for years, and, uh-

She might sell a house...

not mentioning
a few termites in the attic,

but she'd never whack anybody
over the head with a skillet.

Skillet? She was hit
over the head with a lamp.

No. That's the way it was
in your book.

But the real murder didn't take place
in the living room. It happened in-

- Oh. Good heavens.
- What's the matter?

I just thought of who the Geek is.

Ellis, don't you think it's time
that you told us the truth?

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
I've always told the truth.

Not about Miriam Harwood.

You told me that she always had
a kind word and a smile for you.

- So?
- Then what happened
when I was in here tother day?

Miriam, I was, uh,
hoping you'd show up.

It's been too long.
Isn't there some way
to speed this up? I'm in a hurry.

That seems colder than a lobster trap
in the middle ofJanuary to me.

Really?
L- I didn't notice.

You also told me that
you discussed fine literature
with Miriam.

We did have those discussions.

I recall Miriam's idea
of fine literature.

I hope it's a love story.

The only books I ever read
are romantic novels
with happy endings.

[Laughs]

Well, Miriam always loved
her little joke.

Ellis, you know, it's not unusual
for lonely people to create
imaginary relationships,

to dwell in a fantasy existence.

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

The Miriam character
in Sybil's book...

thought that a certain store owner
was hung up on her.

A bookworm.
She called him a geek.

Possibly you recognized
yourself in the book,

and you couldn't cope
with Miriam's real feeling for you.

You felt humiliated.
L- I won't listen to this.

- And that's why you went to her house.
- I never went to her house. Never.

But you described
the murder scene so perfectly.

It's ironic that, uh,
her death should be so much
like the one in Sybil Reed's book.

Poor woman.
Struck down by her bully
of a husband in her kitchen.

You meant to describe
the murder scene in the book-
the living room.

But instead, you described
the real murder scene-

the one that Sheriff Metzger
had managed to keep secret.

Her husband knew...

because he had discovered her body.

The killer knew too.

You were there,
weren't you, Ellis?

[Dialing Rotary Phone]

The killer in the book...

made one little mistake.

I thought if I avoided that mistake
it would be the perfect crime.

So I made another one.
Wasn't that stupid?

She should have loved me!
I loved her so much!

[Loretta]
Jessica, what's this I hear
about Sybil leaving Cabot Cove again?

Well, I'm afraid she's sold
her book to Hollywood,

and she's going out
to write the screenplay.

Wow.
Great. Wow. I wonder who
they're gonna cast as this bunch?

Well, don't let one of those
Brat Pack kids play me.

I want an old-timer like,
uh, Bo Derek.

What about Cher?

Well, I just adore Meryl Streep.

Well, I don't care who plays me,
as long as I wind up with
Robert Redford.

Well, I'm sure you'll all be
delighted to hear...

that Sybil has promised to tone down
her portrayal of Cabot Cove
as this decade's Peyton Place.

Well, she better.
If America sees what's going on,

everybody will want to live here,
and I don't have enough chairs.

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