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You’re not going
out in this are you?

[Jessica] Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Sea's impossible,
unable to round Humber Point.

He’s an arms dealer,
a middleman and he can be deadly.

The rendezvous
this time is play or pay.

We book half a dozen orders,
Ward will get us that loan.

A lot of good it will do us
if we’re doing time

for smuggling
embargoed armaments.

I don’t think I can do that.

Hey, have you heard the latest
about Eve Simpson

and Martin Fraser?

Are you gonna let him
get away with that?

And half the people
in this town

look upon me
as some sort of villain.

A real nor’easter.

We got doped
in this casting off of one of these.

Save it. Give me a hand.

Night like this,
we’ll be lucky to get past

the breakwater
without running aground.

Nobody’s betting your arm,
old man.

Get rid of him.

Henry, here.

Hey, hey, let me give you
a hand with that.

You’re not going out in this, are you?

They’ve got small craft warnings
posted up and down the coast.

[Henry] It’s God willing,
sheriff.

Nothing those buggers like
better than

to take shelter in my nets.

[sheriff] I’m sure glad
it’s not me going out there.

Yeah.

Watch yourself. There.

Yeah.

Finally got that new bilge pump.

Just in time too,
we’ll be shipping a lot of water tonight.

You give my best to Adele.

Right.

Hey, you be careful
out there, Henry.

You don’t want to miss a chance
to win back your 50 bucks.

You keep drawing
those straights,

it’s never gonna happen.

That’s not your problem,
Henry.

Pulling on your earlobe
every time you bluff,

that’s your problem.

Good night now.

Good night now.

Let’s get this show
on the road.

Nobody ever said
anything about a gun.

He’s right, Shannon.

The last thing
we need is violence.

I don’t recall you
telling me anything about

getting this done only
if I feel like it.

Don’t argue, just do it.

Let me give you a little advice,
Mr. Bentall.

This lobster jockey,
you better watch him.

He’s gonna get us
all thrown in the joint.

He’s not the one
who worries me, Phil.

[knock on door]

[Jessica]
Seth, can you hear me?

Seth, I’ve got
two new leaks down here.

[Seth] I know that, Jessica.

It’s gone down my shirt
and through my shoes.

Whoa, that’s one doozy
of a storm.

It’s only the beginning
of the season.

At this rate
we may all float away before it’s over.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher,
I’m really grateful for the work.

Oh, Russell,
that’s not necessary.

I don’t think I or Seth
could have managed without you.

Well, that’s much appreciated.

I guess
there’s no need to tell you

how slim things have been
since they laid us off.

-Yes, I know.
-That’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow.

Oh.

Hello?

Hello, there.

Oh. Oh, my goodness,
what happened?

Well, I lost some shingles
in the night.

I’m afraid it’s just
leaking like a Titanic.

Do me a favor and empty that,
will you, dear?

Thanks.

Russell.

Eve.

Oh, I’m sorry to come
at such a bad time,

but my phone went out.

Well, I’d love to chat
but I’ve got my hands

and anything else
I can find, full.

I’ve also got to go over
these students’ papers

and I’m late on the set of
revisions for my editor.

-Russell and you, is that because--
-Martin Fraser.

Oh, Lord knows he hated having
to lay all those people off.

I think they blame him
for the whole recession.

Martin is why I’m here.

Seth, are you
all right up there?

Well, of course I’m--

Of course I’m all right.

Eve, what are you doing here
on day like this?

You’re both invited
for dinner on Wednesday.

Martin’s coming back
from Europe.

I’m busy.

Oh, Seth.

Seth, Martin is really
such a special client.

Here, here, here. No.

Oh-oh.
You did hurt yourself didn’t you?

Well, it’s nothing really,
it's just a little twinge.

I’ll take a couple of aspirin
and call myself a morning.

There’s a wonderful
new chiropractor over in Bar Harbor,

Dr. Albright.

I’ll make an appointment
for you.

Chiropractor?

I’d rather eat broken glass.

Well, I’ll run along.

Perhaps, shuffle.

A piece of cake you said.

All the arrangements
for the financing

were supposed to be in place
by the time I got back.

And you were supposed
to give me something

to work with,
something besides smoke.

Brian tells me you’ve had
the drawings and the mockups for ten days.

What the hell
have you been doing?

Martin, banks are not
in the business of

giving $20 million loans
on drawings and mockups.

-Maybe they should--
-Excuse me, Martin.

You said you wanted
to see these as soon as they came in.

From the Pentagon,
response to our proposals.

-Good news?
-Negative, I’m afraid.

They say there is no money
for new projects.

And you wonder
why they value your inventory

of missile hardware
at only ten cents on the dollar.

You think I’m not trying?

Martin,

I think you’re just
another one track

military industrial complexer
who’s hoping for a rerun of the cold war.

And I got a bulletin for you,
it’s over and done with,

and so is Pantechnics,
unless you get serious.

Serious?

A marketable version of our underwater
survey system is just around the corner.

We’ve got damn near all the bugs
worked out of the prototype.

The Japanese were on the phone
with me every other day about--

Martin,
you’re talking to me.

Look at this place.

You’ve got about
eight employees left

and a warehouse full of missile
guiding systems nobody wants

and I’ve got my reputation
at risk back on Wall Street.

A situation
that’s about to change.

Wait, wait. Brian,
hand me those drawings.

Carl, we’re gonna be testing
this equipment Saturday

on the company board of
Cabot Cove.

I’d like you to be there.

All right,
I’ll be there, Martin.

But I want you
to understand something.

It had better be
a wild success

because it’s your
last shot with me.

Fair enough.

Martin, what in hell
do you think you’re doing?

My job,

which is more than
can be said for you.

How could you have
missed the pick off?

Oh, for the love of--

This is not home delivery
we’re talking here.

That storm the other night’s
one of the worst

they’ve had
in the last two years.

As it was,
our man almost lost his boat,

not to mention
his life off Humber Point.

Brian, I’m talking
about our survival.

Our only source of cash flow
until we procure that loan off.

Now, if you’re starting to lose
your nerve on me, for God’s sake--

It’s taken care of.

I spoke to Kurtz.

I’m arranging another rendezvous
and another messenger.

The fisherman bailed out on us.

But that’s the least of
my worries, isn’t it?

There’s no way
I can have this prototype up

and running by Saturday
and you know it.

You heard of life or death,
my friend?

Well, this is it,
our last chance.

You got to get it working.

We book half a dozen orders,
Ward will get us that loan.

A lot of good it will do us,

if you’re doing time
for smuggling embargoed armaments.

Hey.

What’s new
in the travel business?

You went out in that storm?

Yeah.

Daddy,
what’s the matter with you?

You could have got
yourself killed.

I’ve been at this
a few years, Sarah.

Yeah, I remember them.

And you telling me
about all those friends

that you lost in weather
just like that.

Well, I didn’t stop long.

I’m not a total fool.

Oh, I--

I got something for you.

A thousand dollars?

Daddy,
where did you get this?

Uh, you know, poker games,
fishing, been saving up.

-Dad, I can’t.
-Yeah, you can.

Take it, honey.

Oh, yeah,
you can pay me back,

well, when business
picks up.

Thanks.

Get out of here.
I got work to do.

Yeah, you take care
of yourself.

[phone ringing]

Metzger.

Oh, hi, Henry.

I guess that new bilge pump
worked pretty good, huh?

Yeah, I know,
yeah, no problem.

Mort,
I got to talk to you.

It’s-- it’s important.

All right, I’ll be right over.
You at home?

A little later,

about 8 o’clock
down at the boat.

There,
let’s have a few words.

[Metzger] Hang in there.
We’ll get you out of here.

Lady, you’re killing me.
Please move it over there.

Back it up and let her
in there, will you?

Nobody is going anywhere,

why don’t we just have
a nice little picnic here?

[woman] Now.

[Metzger]
How about you now, lady?

[Seth] Please give me
one of them,

people are gonna see this.

No, Seth,
I’m not letting you carry anything.

Look, it makes me ache
just to look at you.

Now when are you gonna make
the appointment with the chiropractor?

Oh, don’t start with me, Jess.

In a couple of days,
it’ll be as good as new.

It only hurts when I stand up,
sit down or lie down.

What in the world
is going on here?

Come on,
let’s get going, okay?

Throw everybody out of work

but they can still buy
themselves fancy boats, huh?

Leo, we’ll talk
economics later.

Let me try to get this thing
out of here.

Will you please?
Go ahead.

Come on, Alex,
just follow him, will you?

Stay close to him.
Stay close to him.

Lady, please,
will you please move it over?

Hold it. Okay, Mr. Nelson,
you want to bring it out too?

Sherriff, I really do apologize
for this problem, you know.

Well, I know.

Hold it right there.
Come on, moving on.

-Jessica.
-Hello, Martin.

-Eve.
-Oh, hi.

Tell me, Martin,
this dog and pony show...

Seth.

You figure
it will bring you

your company’s stock up
off the floor, do you?

I honest
to God hope so, Seth.

Seth,
Martin is doing his best.

Oh, yeah. I just hope that other people
know what they’re doing too.

Seth, we really
have to get back.

I got to go back to work.

[Helen] And the caterers want
a check for the full amount.

They were demanding cash
but I talked them out of it.

Helen, I don’t even want to contemplate
what I’d do without you.

I’ll just go upstairs
and get a check.

Eve, would you get Helen
whatever she wants please?

Oh.

I don’t think I can do that.

No, you can’t.

Martin told me about you.

Did he tell you
about himself?

Oh, Helen, I don’t blame you
for being bitter.

Here we are, Helen,
and thanks for everything.

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Oh, Henry.

[Seth] So I’d say poor Henry

died of
carbon monoxide poising.

When he was overcome
by the fumes,

he probably fell hard
on his head

which would account
for the severe cranial injuries.

Well, exhaust manifold
could have been leaking

for sometime
without him knowing it.

Risky thing that.

You know,
the same thing happened

to my aunt Hilda
when I was born.

Remember I tell you that,
Jess?

Her furnace vent
got clogged up.

Well, you can’t smell it,
can you?

Poor old dame went down
to the basement, never came up again.

Took three strong men
to haul her back upstairs.

And at the time he called,
Henry sounded really worried.

By the by, sheriff,
did you ever explain

why all the cabinets
on the boat were open?

Well, he must have been
looking for something.

Sarah said
she can’t find his logbook.

Excuse me, sheriff,
could you get up a minute?

Ah, here it is, thanks.

Of course, you can’t account
for the elephant footprints

on the dock either,
can we, Mrs. F?

Mm?

Oh, no, sheriff.
I suppose not.

Jess, have you got
a fever or something?

Normally you’d be
all over the sheriff on a case like this.

I’m sorry,
but between the leakings

and the hammerings
and the revisions and the corrections...

Boys are almost done
on the roof, Mrs. Fletcher.

Should hold you
another 20 years.

Oh, thank goodness
for that.

-Then there won’t be any more hammering?
-Oh, not quite.

Still have to fix a couple of
loose joists up in the attic.

It’s like somebody dropped
a steamer truck up there.

Yes, well.

Thanks for the breakfast,
Jess.

I think I’d better run along.

You know, bacon fat would help
that back of yours, Doc.

-My grandma swore by it.
-Bacon?

Didn’t you ever hear of
cholesterol, sheriff?

I’m not talking
about eating it.

You rub it in
near the sore spot.

And you call yourself a doctor.

Oh, if I could
stand up straight,

you would regret that
last remark.

And molasses,
like in the old country.

My grandma cured
a lumbago epidemic

practically overnight.

-Lumbago epidemic?
-Mm-hmm.

And what old country
was that may I ask?

Guacamora?

[Carl] Mr. Shannon?
[Shannon]Yeah.

[Carl] I’m Carl Ward.

I’m a financial analyst of
Pantechnics Corporation.

So?

Anybody ever tell you
you’d be easy to find

if you were
in the yellow pages?

What do you want,
Mr. Ward?

Information,

on some payments
that Pantechnics made to you recently,

three separate occasions

for shipping services?

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

Here's a photocopy
of the checks.

What I find confusing is that

Pantechnics has an
exclusive arrangement

with carry trucking
out of Bridgeton.

Why were you hired,
Mr. Shannon?

I got work to do. Adios.

Yeah, it’s Shannon.

Who’s this Ward character
that just left?

Thought you said nobody’s
gonna know about this deal.

Hey, man, I’m stuck
with all these drums and rattles

poked down here
with no place to put them.

No, pal, you listen to me.

If the Feds
even get one whiff of this,

I’m looking at hard time
at Leavenworth.

You can’t cover
my butt, pal.

I do it myself.

As you’re well aware,
Mr. Takuta,

we’ve been photographing
the ocean floor for decades now,

but this is the first
successful application of

imaging technology to read
deep beneath the crust itself.

I understand your plan
for Saturday has changed, Mr. Fraser.

We are to be treated
to an actual working

demonstration
of your prototype.

You understand correctly,
so have your checkbook ready.

Oh, Eve, darling.

Eve Simpson, I’d like you
to meet mister Takuta.

He owns
Sinabi Heavy Industries.

Oh.
What a pleasure to meet you.

Think about a Comstock lode
1,000 fathoms deep.

Our system will save billions
in developmental financing.

No guess work. It will give it all to you
on your computer screen.

Under sea mineral deposits,

their depth, purity,
everything.

Well, I sure hope
you’ve got someone to take

the heat in case this thing
lays an egg, Mr. Bentall.

It will work, sheriff,
bet on it.

Were you a gambling man?

I enjoy a game now and then.

Well, I happen to have
a little group meet on Thursday.

So if you care to join us,
8 o’ clock,

my place?

Tomorrow night?
Sure. Thanks, sheriff.

I’ll try and brush up
on my probability calculus.

Probability calculus?

It’s a sellathon, Jess.

Martin Fraser and a couple
of his corporate henchman

trying desperately
to save a dying company.

Seth, I think this
underwater survey system

is a wonderful idea.

And I’ve never seen
Eve look so happy.

Yes, that’s a case of
love causing severely

impaired vision to say
nothing of judgment.

Oh, there’s Jessica.

-Hello.
-Eve, Martin.

Jessica, Seth.

Sorry to hear about
Henry Riddett.

I understand he was
a dear friend to you both.

Yes, he was
and we’re gonna miss him.

Jessica, I don’t suppose
you get to

spend much time
in Cabot Cove these days?

As much as I can.
It’ll always be home to me.

It’s a wonderful place
to recharge your batteries.

Isn’t that the truth?

I’ve put Martin on notice

that I will never completely
leave this town.

Too many friends
to leave behind here if we moved away.

Excuse me, now,
another guest.

There were reasons
why you weren’t invited here.

I forgive the oversight.

I want to congratulate you on the way
you handled the Riddett matter.

What are you talking about?

Don’t be shy, Fraser.
The man had become a liability.

Are you crazy, Kurtz?
The man died accidentally.

As you wish.

But his death raises
the question of

what arrangements
you are making to meet our timetable.

Brian told you,
we’re dealing with it.

Now I think
it really would be best--

I warn you, Fraser.

The ship must be met
and the goods transferred.

The rendezvous this time
is play or pay.

Excuse me. I have some friends
I want you to meet, darling.

Could I borrow him
for just a moment?

Well, of course.

[Martin] Stop the tap dancing
and get to it, huh?

All right, Martin,
I will.

I’m onto your game.

I figured out what you’re
attempting to do

with an inventory
of embargoed guidance and bullets.

I hope we’d been
more clever.

But then giving the carte blanche
I was forced to give you,

I suppose it was just
a matter of time.

Give me credit
for a little ingenuity, Martin.

It was very
well concealed.

I presume your purpose was
to provide interim cash flow

until the bank loan
came through.

Which I suppose
is a dead issue now?

Not necessarily.

You wanted me
to get to the point,

here it is, Martin.

I want one third
of whatever you realize.

And if I refuse, the loan
disappears is that it?

It gets worse.

Interested Federal
Agencies will be informed.

Are you gonna let him
get away with that?

Do I have a choice?

Make it easy on you. Three.

Your three,
raise you three.

No.

No, too rich for my blood.

Well, I will see your raise
and I will raise you five.

What’s the matter, Brian,
you need a calculator?

Real men can afford to be gracious
when they are winning, sheriff.

Well, you should have reminded yourself
of that last week, Doc.

I’m gonna be hearing
about this card by card all day tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?

Call.

Full house.

Aces over tens.

Woo-ho-hoo.

Well, I guess you don’t
have to be an Einstein

to play this game after all.

Well, that’s for sure.

Oh, good idea, Brian,
you call your answering machine again.

See if Amarillo Slim
left you any of his secrets.

Maybe he did.

Okay, gentlemen, it’s gonna be
a little five card draw.

Jacks or better.
Ante up.

My luck’s about to change.

You got a hunch?

Bet a bunch, but luck
has nothing to do with it.

Isn’t there a city ordinance
that punishes bad winners?

Can I help, Martin?

I wish you could,
sweetheart.

Maybe another one
of these will do the trick.

Isn’t there something
we might talk about,

that might help you unwind?

Apart from the marine
survey systems?

Well, we could
talk about me

about to lose everything
I’ve built for ten years.

Martin?

And we could talk
about the people.

The engineers with the Volvo
on a mortgage.

I’m sorry.

Let’s face it, huh?

To say that
I’m rotten company

tonight would be
a massive understatement,

I’ll just take you home
and I’ll brood by myself.

No, no. No, you’re not
gonna take me home.

Hi, there.

Either of you fellows
seen Carl Ward,

the guy driving that car
parked up there?

No, there’s nobody
around this morning.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Trust me, Martin,
they still won’t interfere with our plans.

Listen, I’ve got to go.
I’ll be--

Good morning, Mrs. F.

I figured
you’d be too distracted to come down here.

Well, I’m just taking
a post office break.

Another accident?

If that’s what it was.

Two in less than a week,
almost the same.

Surprising,
if you ask me.

Henry Riddett, you mean?

How similar is it?
blow to the head?

CO poising? Leaky exhaust?

Some memory.

Now, I could have sworn

you weren’t listening
to a word that day.

So could I, sheriff.

Any elephant footprints
this time?

No, not that I--

She’s sneaky, sheriff.

You still haven’t
answered my question.

Similar, very.

Practically identical
I’d call it.

Right down
to the wounds on the heads

expect
for Mr. Wards’ bruised wrist.

Two murders?

Basically
the same MO,

except that
in Henry’s case,

theft might
have been involved.

Well, that’s right.

It might not
have been Henry

who was looking
for whatever on his boat.

Well, any idea
when this happened?

I’d say somewhere between
seven and ten last night.

We’ll have a better fix
when the coroner’s finished.

The thing is,
why would someone kill a fisherman

and an investment banker?

I mean, where is
the connection?

And apparently tried
to steal something from the fisherman.

What’s going on,
sheriff?

Are you saying
this is a murder?

Well, it’s possible.

Any news
as why Mr. Ward would be

on your company boat
last night?

I haven’t the foggiest.

He knew we were readying
the new survey system

for a demonstration run
on Saturday, but--

That electronic gear.

Maybe he came down
to check on it,

make sure it was
in working order.

Sheriff, I’ve only installed
a small part of it.

The heart of the system is
under lock and key

back at Pantechnics.

Carl knew that.

Perhaps he was supposed
to meet someone?

And the appointment
turns out to be the killer.

He hits Ward, shoves him
in the engine compartment,

switches it on and asphyxiates him
with the exhaust fumes.

I don’t know, sheriff.

I mean, it still
doesn’t explain

those bruises
on Mr. Ward’s wrist

and it’s seems a rather
cumbersome way to kill someone.

I mean, why not a gun
or a knife or strangulation.

Could be a candidate
for the record books

under odd ways
to commit the murder.

Record books.

Seth, would you mind dropping
these off at the post office?

They’re
my students’ papers.

All right.

Ah-huh.

Until midnight.

And your mother
will confirm that?

It’s the best
I can do, sheriff.

I was there
all evening.

Okay, Mr. Fraser,
now you.

Well, I’m afraid
I can’t back

an account
of my whereabouts, sheriff.

I worked late,
left the office about 1 a.m..

This $20 million loan

that Carl was trying
to arrange for you,

what was the money
gonna be used for?

R and D,
research and development.

We planned to develop

a line of products
for civilian use.

Well, the report
that the victim filed

with these people
in New York,

he didn’t feel
you had a plan.

And I’ve got
to tell you, Mr. Fraser,

there’s a lot of people
here in Cabot Cove

who feel the same way.

Well, they’re sadly mistaken,
aren’t they?

I put my life blood
into this company,

but I’m not about
to let it fail.

Even if it costs
a few people their lives?

Wrong, sheriff.

And I’ll tell you
something else.

Carl Ward was my conduit
to that money.

Dead, he is no good
to me or Pantechnics.

Come on, Helen,
I think we’ve taken up

enough of the good
sheriff’s time.

Hey, Mr. Fraser,
don’t take it personally.

Oh, but I do,
because I don’t think

this is about just
those two killings.

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

Now, in spite
of my investment here,

you, Dr. Hazlitt,
half the people in this town

look upon me
as some sort of villain,

an outsider
who can’t be trusted.

Oh, Jess,
those coroner’s reports you wanted.

Oh, Seth, I should have
come over to your office. Sit down please.

I’d rather stand
if you don’t mind.

Well, he confirms that
both deaths were due

to carbon monoxide poisoning,
just as you suspected.

Clever fellow
that coroner.

Except that Carl Ward
appears to have been

hit on the head an
hour or two before he died.

CO poisoning works
pretty fast, doesn’t it?

Oh, yeah. Aunt Hilda went off
in a couple of moments,

poor old girl.

[knock on door]

Jessica, it came
in this morning’s mail.

-Hello, Seth.
-Sarah.

You’ve got to tell me
how you knew

daddy would
send me a package.

I didn’t.

It was just a hunch.

Your father’s logbook
and his nautical charts.

May I?

Of course.

But why would daddy
send them to me?

I guess that he might
have sent them to you

to prevent them from getting
into someone else’s hands,

possibly the person or person
who searched his boat.

Are you saying that
my father knew he might be killed?

I’m afraid it looks more
and more that way, Sarah.

Now here it is,
the night of the storm.

2100 hours, cast off
from Cabot Cove dock

full load of merchandise
from New Seaford.

Merchandise?

2342 hours,
seas impossible,

unable to round Humber Point,
turning back for Cabot Cove.

Humber Point, that’s not
where he goes for cod fish.

Hang on.

Yeah. Could you give me
the telephone number

of the coast guard
in Portland please?

The Aurora Discoverer?

Yes, a container ship,
12,000 tonnes.

Siberian registry.

-Departed Boston on the 17th.
-Mm-hmm.

Lieutenant Bellingsley
said that

it was the only ship

that passed Humber Point
in either directions

the night of the storm
and their radar report

indicates that it stood off
the point from 9 p.m.

until after midnight.

Now wait a minute.
Am I missing something here?

I mean, what has this got
to do with anything?

Sheriff, didn’t you tell me
that Henry Riddett

was transferring something
from the back of a truck

on to his fishing boat?

Yeah, a new bilge pump.

Uh-huh, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Now what is that
supposed to mean?

It wasn’t a bilge pump?

Come on, Mrs. F, give.

Did you see what was
in the back of that truck?

Fifty five gallon fuel drums.

A plain white truck
on the dock of Cabot Cove.

Suppose it wasn’t fuel?

Suppose it was something

that Henry
was taking on board

to deliver
to the Aurora Discoverer.

Well, that would certainly
explain Henry’s log entry

about merchandise
from New Seaford.

And it might also explain
why he was killed.

Did you happen to see
the license plate number on that truck?

No. But I’m not all bad.

I’ve got
the make and model.

All in all, probably
enough to run a trace

and I think
I’d recognize the driver.

This does seem
to be the place.

Call you back.

Mr. Shannon,
may we talk to you please?

Yeah, I’m busy.

So am I.

I’m investigating
a murder.

This is Mrs. Fletcher.

What do you want?

You met Henry Riddett
in Cabot Cove

the night of the storm,
why?

He needed a new generator
and I delivered it.

He said it was a bilge pump.
You want to try again?

Judging from what
we know, Mr. Shannon,

it seems reasonable to assume
that you and he were involved

in some sort
of smuggling operation.

Hey, sometimes
I get hired

to pick up fuel drums
from Pantechnics,

-drop them off at this guy’s boat.
-Fuel drums.

When Henry brought those
back the night of the storm,

where did you take them.

Who said they came back?

The last I saw of them.

You want to open
that truck please?

Sure.

Satisfied?

Thanks for your
cooperation.

Sheriff,
that rope in the truck,

I’ve seen that before.

I think I may know
where he took them,

the Pantechnics boat.

Bingo. There must be 15 drums
full of these things down there.

Any idea who might want to
take another trip out to sea?

Mr. Fraser, you want
to tell me what this is?

It’s a part of a missile
guidance system.

We used
to manufacture them.

You want to tell me why your
boat’s crammed full of them?

It’s a mistake
pure and simple.

They should be
in our warehouse at Pantechnics.

Was it a mistake, Martin?

Didn’t you try to ship
these out to a freighter

five nights ago aboard
Henry Riddett’s boat?

I don’t think you realize
what’s happening.

Before you say
anything dumb, Mr. Fraser,

I’m placing you under arrest
for the murder of Carl Ward

and probably
Henry Riddett, too.

Andy.

Now wait a minute,
Mr. Fraser.

Are you trying
to tell me that

there’s some international bad
guy running around Cabot Cove

and he killed Henry Riddett
and Carl Ward?

I believe so, yes.

And what’s his name
Goldfinger?

Kurtz, Walter Kurtz.

Description.

Thinning brown hair,
brown eyes,

about 5’10,
wears wire rim glasses?

Exactly.

I’m not even gonna ask.

I saw him talking to Martin
at his party.

He’s an arms dealer,
a middleman and he can be deadly.

All right. Now let’s take
this from the beginning.

Your company
was going belly up so you decided to sell

a few million bucks
worth of missile parts

through this guy Kurtz
to some people

who really shouldn’t get them,
crime number one.

That was the plan.

Only Henry never meets
the ship off Humber Point,

he comes back frightened.

You smash him over the head
and break his exhaust outlet

to make it look like an accident,

-crime number two.
-I had nothing to do with that.

Then Carl Ward goes through your books
and discovers your scam.

Now, did he threaten
to go to the Feds

or did he want
money instead?

Either way, you’ve
to keep him quiet

so he goes
the same way Henry did,

crime number three.

And you’ve already told me

you haven’t got an alibi
for either murder.

Darling, there are times
when being a gentleman

just isn’t worth the price.

Sheriff, Martin couldn’t
possibly have killed

Carl Ward or Henry Riddett.

He was with me
both nights.

Till when?

Until breakfast.

You weren’t foolish, Eve.

I mean, when you love
someone unconditionally,

it’s always risky, but then,
if you don’t take the chance...

You don’t get the brass ring
or maybe the gold one.

At least there’s some
consolation in that

he isn’t the killer.

Well, thanks, Jessica.

I really do appreciate
the support

but I can’t delude myself,

no matter
how well-intentioned it might have been,

two people are dead because
of what Martin was doing.

Well, I’ll see you.

See you later.

Do I detect
wheels turning?

It just annoys me
that I can’t figure out

why the killer
knocked out Carl Ward

and then waited
two hours

before stating the motor
to asphyxiate him.

It doesn’t make a whole
lot of sense, does it?

I assume
it occurred to you

that Eve might be lying
to protect Martin Fraser?

Oh, I don’t think
that she did.

I doubt that she’d make
something like that up.

I mean, it’s--
Well, it’s too personal.

These are the 90s,
Mrs. F.

Now what do they do?

Send out to Portland
for our lunch?

Hey, back seems
a lot better, huh, Doc?

Time is a great healer,
Mort.

As a matter of fact,
I’ve never felt looser.

Well, isn’t that
wonderful, Seth,

and high time,
because, you know,

I have mislaid
that chiropractor’s card.

Oh, that reminds me.

I-- You know,
I borrowed that

thinking I might have
a possible patient referral.

Oh, how did you
like Dr. Albright?

What?

Oh.

She’s all right, I suppose
if you like that sort of thing.

And by the way,
have you heard the latest about

Eve Simpson
and Martin Fraser?

Mrs. Pemberthy has it
on good account

that they have a love child

who’s being raised
in Paris by nuns.

I tell you,

gossip gets around this town
faster than a phone call.

That’s it.
That’s it.

Seth, you have just
put your finger

on the killer’s
modus operandi.

-I have?
-Yeah.

Sheriff, let’s go.

We’re gonna have
to rustle up some help.

Of course, I’ll do anything
I can to help, sheriff.

You say there’s some
new circumstances?

Yes, for one thing Martin Fraser’s
been cleared of both murders.

Oh, thank God.

He may have
overstepped the line

with his contraband
business,

but I was never convinced
he could murder anyone.

And what can I do to help?

Well, I need
to find Walter Kurtz.

You suspect him?

We have reason to believe

we know how he arranged
the killings.

Now, is it possible
for you to contact him

and set up
a meeting?

I think so, yeah.

It may take some time.

He tends to be
somewhat elusive.

I’ll call you
as soon as I find him.

Thank you, Mr. Bentall.

Sheriff?

Yes.

Did you say
you know how he did it?

Yep.

But it’s kind of policy not to give out
any details, you understand.

Of course.

You will hear from me.

Oh, miss Lewis,
I wonder if I might have a word with you.

If you wish.

I’ll take that, Mr. Bentall,
if you don’t mind.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fletcher,
what brings you here?

You did, Mr. Bentall.

I’m arresting you for the murders
of Carl Ward and Henry Riddett.

For crying out loud,
I was sitting two seats away from you

at a poker game at the time
that Carl was murdered.

Tell him, Mrs. F.

What better alibi than
the local sheriff himself,

but earlier in the evening you’d arranged
to meet Mr. Ward right here.

The coroner’s report
indicated

that the blow
you struck to his head

occurred two hours or so
before he died.

You hand cuffed your
victim to the engine

and opened up
the exhaust manifold

so that when you turned
on the boat’s engine,

the deadly carbon monoxide
fumes could escape.

You came back here after the poker game
and removed the handcuffs.

What you didn’t know was that Ward
regained consciousness before he died.

His struggle left lacerations and bruises
on his wrist and hand,

marks that you couldn’t
possibly have seen in the dark

but were apparent
to the coroner.

Towards 10 o’clock,
with the poker group present,

you made a phone call
on your cellular phone,

a call to a circuit board
you placed

in the engine housing,
which you just removed--

Maybe he did.

...the board that started
the cruise’s engine

when you punched in a code
by telephone.

It will never fly, sheriff.

The phone company records
will show that

I called my answering machine
at work.

Oh, sure.

They impounded it
an hour ago.

One of my deputies knows
something about electronics.

Now he says the machine was
rigged to relay a radio signal

and I’m sure if we examine
this gizmo real closely

we’ll find that it was
picked up right here.

[Jessica] You killed Carl Ward
almost the same way you murdered Henry,

with a strong alibi
for the second murder,

you assumed you’d never
be suspected for the first.

Andy?

Brian Bentall made
a full confession

to the District Attorney
this morning.

Seems he had an
arrangement with Kurtz

where he was gonna
complete the missile parts

transfer himself
and abscond with the money.

Mm-hmm. So, when Carl Ward
heard about the plan,

he demanded a piece of it

and that’s when Brian
decided to kill him.

It’s too bad about their
marine survey system Brian invented,

because now neither he,
Helen Lewis or Martin Fraser

are gonna be
around to enjoy it.

And I understand
that the demonstration

those Boston people ran
was a huge success.

They’re buying up
Pantechnics,

which will be a wonderful
boost to the local economy.

Enjoy your lunch, ladies.

Are you all right, Eve?

Oh.

Oh, I’m fine really.

It’s just gonna take time

and I’ve got lots
to keep me busy.

The office
and replanting garden

and sorting my socks,
you know.

Excuse me.

Eve Simpson?

Yes.

I’m sorry to disturb you.

Your office told me
I could find you here.

I’m just in town
for the day

and I’m looking for property
to buy in the area,

but I can see
that you’re busy.

Maybe some other time.

Oh, no, no.

No, today is fine.

-Mr....
-Wright.

Yes, of course,
I should have guessed.

Ben Wright.

I’m sorry, Jessica,
but you understand.

Would you excuse me?

Business before pleasure.

Oh, absolutely, Eve.

I mean, you can sort
your socks any day.