All language subtitles for MSW s02e02 Joshua Peabod.eng

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

[Amos]
That's got to be the remains ofJoshua Peabody.

Joshua is a phantom,
a fake hero-

I'm just a cop
with a job to do. I been on this one a long time.

There you go
with the "killer" stuff again!

Do you have any idea
how he operates? Shoddy construction,

below-code wiring,
defective materials.

You got something
in your past, it always comes out.

Not me. No way.
We were against violence.

My men are here to work. Why
don't you make it easy on yourself? We're not movin', Kowalski.

I say you are.
No, we're not.

[People Shouting, Chanting,
Indistinct]

[Shouting, Clamoring Continue]

[Horn Honking]

[Inaudible Dialogue]

[Horn Honking]

I'm tellin' you, Pierce. If you don't
move those people out of there, I will, with that bulldozer.

Kowalski, relax, will ya?

I'll take care of it.
I know these people.

David! David?
You're out of your league.

This isn't some bird sanctuary
that you're tryin' to save.

- This could get ugly.
- It already has.

I guess the fact that it's
gonna bring in tourists and their traveler's checks,

that doesn't appeal to someone
with your lofty ideals?

If it's so great, Harry, why did you have
to sneak it by the zoning board when half the members were out of town?

We didn't sneak it.
We had a quorum.

Face it, Harry.
The only reason you're in favor of this turkey...

is because you stand
to make a lot of money out of it and to hell with Cabot Cove!

Listen, you bleeding heart.
This time, you're sittin' on the wrong side of the wrong fence!

Now, just hold on,
will ya, fellas? Amos! Amos,

you get Sir Galahad out of here,
or I swear to you-

[Worker]
Look! Down there!

Hmm?

[Seth]
Tell her you want a seat on the very first available plane to the Bahamas.

You know, it does
sound kind of nice. That's a little more like it.

You lie out in the sun for a week;
you'll be like a new person.

You just take my word for it.
Don't forget to send me a postcard.

I can't turn out placebos
like that fast enough.

Well, put me down
for the next one.

[Grunts]
Looks like you threw your back out again, I suppose.

[Jessica]
Never mind.

Went by your place this morning.
Saw the storm windows.

Who did you manage
to hire for that? I said never mind.

I have warned you, Jessica.
Seth, I did not come here for a lecture.

I came for sympathy.
I have got big problems.

Now, look.
Arthur is trapped in the belfry.

His brother Charles
is on his way to the minister.

Alice is in the shower.
And the killer is climbing up the stairs.

Exactly how long
have you had these symptoms?

Listen, Seth. If you can
tear yourselfloose from killin'off your patients-

Sorry, Mrs. Fletcher-
you gotta get over to Main Street quick, and bring your bag.

- What is it, Amos? An accident?
- I'd rather not say.

[Protestors Chanting, Clamoring]

Sheriff, I can't keep my men
standing around here all day.

Zip it up, Kowalski.
We got more important things happening here.

[Seth]
Amos- Now, can you tell me what in the blazes is goin' on?

- Sheriff, I cleared away some
of the dirt. - Good work, David.

There. That's what's goin' on!

I figure that's got to be the remains
ofJoshua Peabody.

Joshua Peabody?
Yeah. Cabot Cove's most famous revolutionary war hero.

Are you out of your mind?

Hold it. Hold it. Whoa, whoa.
Where do you think you're goin'?

Well, I'm gonna go down,
take a closer look. With your back?

They'd have to haul you out
with the crane. I will examine the remains, if you don't mind.

Someone get me some white paint.
Now, everybody stand back.

Now, you be careful
not to disturb any clues.

Sheriff? Sheriff?

Thanks, David.
We got to do this proper.

Oh, I don't believe this.

How long do you think
he's been down there?

Well, I haven't got the faintest,
but I can tell you one thing.

These are not the remains
ofJoshua Peabody, because as any fool knows,

there is noJoshua Peabody.

Now, Pierce, you told Wheatley
you were gonna iron out all the problems, but I don't see the equipment moving.

How the hell did I know
this was gonna happen? Huh?

All right. All right.
I'll talk to 'em.

As I recall, Seth,

the existence ofJoshua Peabody
is still in dispute.

Jessica, there's not one shred
of evidence that the man ever lived at all.

It's just old wives' tales
and tall stories.

Tall stories? It's history.

Listen, if you people wanna argue...

over those bones,
just get 'em out of there so they can go on with the construction.

Would you take a look
at that, please?

This hole?
Well, it's too big to be a musket ball.

Oh, he must have taken
a tremendous blow with a very heavy object.

[Seth]
I expect that's what killed him. [Amos] Yep. Battle of Cabot Cove, 1779.

Joshua Peabody struck down
in heroic combat by a redcoat rifle butt.

Speaking ofbutts, Amos, yours
is gonna be in a lot of trouble if you keep these people waitin'much longer!

Time is money,
and their meter is running!

- Well, I know, but still-
- There is another possibility, of course.

I mean, this man, whoever he was,
he could've been murdered.

- Murdered?
- I mean, this could be the site of a homicide.

I'm not sure that anything
should be disturbed, Amos.

That's right.
Good point, Mrs. Fletcher.

Sorry, Harry.
Your bunch is gonna have to wait.

- Amos, do you know
what you're doing? - Yeah. My sworn duty.

Hello! I'm home!
Hey, Dad, is that really Joshua Peabody's body they found?

[Chuckles]
I don't know, Son. Ow!

Just in case you're interested,
Eric was sent home from school early...

for fighting again
in the classroom.

Not in the classroom.
In the gym. This kid called Dad a jerk.

And he said his dad
called you a Don "Quick-sotee." What's that mean?

It's Don Quixote,
and he was-

Well, he was a person
who attacked windmills.

- Windmills?
- Oh, David,

couldn't you
have stayed out of it just once?

[Ringing]

Cabot Cove Antiques. Hello.

Jessica. Sure.
How can I help?

Well, it's inscribed
"Phelps and Handley,

Liverpool."

Really?
Oh, thank you, David.

Well, be sure
to give my best to Matty and Eric.

Thanks. Bye-bye.

Well, he said he'd be delighted
to come over and take a look at the uniform,

and that this musket was issued
for the first time...

to the British Army
in 1762.

Aha. I rest my case.
Look, whether he is or he isn'tJoshua Peabody,

you can't just stop the world.

Harry, if that God-awful skyscraper
of yours is delayed a couple of days,

it's not going to be
a national tragedy.

[Harry]
That's another thing, Amos. This guy's been dead,

what, 200 and some years,
right?

Who cares if it was murder
or what?

Oh, but it could've been
much more recent.

Harry, you remember when we used...

to hold those annual re-creations
of the Battle of Cabot Cove.

He could've been one
of those make-believe militiamen.

That's right.
Up until about 10 years ago, wasn't it?

Twelve. Our good neighbors had the wisdom
to vote it down because it brought too much business into town.

Look. I'm warning you, Amos.
Every hour you keep those workers sitting on their hands,

you personally
are costing Wheatley Construction...

thousands and thousands
of dollars.

- It is yourjob
to protect free enterprise. - I see what you mean, but-

There could be
much more evidence in the excavation...

that could point to the killer.

That's right, Mrs. Fletcher.
There sure could.

There you go
with the "killer" stuff again!

All right, now, Harry.
That is enough.

Now, that place is
a possible murder site,

not to mention
maybe even a historical shrine.

And they're not gonna
move one shovelful of dirt...

until my investigation
is over and done with, and that's final.

But-
[Grumbles]

All right. All right.
You have it your way. But as soon as Henderson Wheatley shows up,

I guarantee ya,
you'll whistle a different tune.

[Door Closes]
Damn hotel.

Seems to be
splittin' this town apart. Yes.

No matter what happens,
I wonder if Cabot Cove will ever be quite the same again.

The best you can do, Pierce?
What happened?

[Clears Throat]
Well, uh, there's this, uh, agitator, David Marsh.

He called a meeting,
stirred everyone up,

and then that damn skeleton was
bulldozed up out of the ground.

Obviously the both of you
are not worth the money I'm paying you.

Now, hold it. You know,
the real problem's not the skeleton or that picket line.

I would've been two days ahead of time
if that equipment of yours wasn't in such lousy shape.

I mean, I lost a backhoe
for 24 hours.

Still running
the same quality operation, Mr. Wheatley?

Miss Scott. Tell me.

Why is it every time
I'm putting up another building, lfind your microphone in my face?

Are you some sort of expert
on high-rise construction?

No. No, I specialize in crooks.

Now, hold on, young lady.
As Mr. Wheatley's attorney-

It looks like your client hasn't
been able to buy off these down-easters as easily as the big-city folk.

Not all of them anyway.

Hey, now, look-
[Stutters] [Woman] Del Scott.

You have a suite
and two singles reserved for us. Thank you.

[Henderson]
Call the network and tell them to get rid of her.

It won't be that easy.
She's very popular.

She gets good ratings.
Get a handle on it, but get it done... now.

Harry Pierce.

You made a mistake.
No, no, no. He fits the bill. He's local real estate and hungry.

Look. The man's a jellyfish.

Sometimes jellyfish work harder,
and this one, he's real hungry.

If he can't control these people,
he's out! All right.

Get a court order
to resume work. And I want it by noon.

[Kids Shouting, Distant]

[Del]
Mrs. Fletcher. Yes?

Mrs. Jessica Fletcher.
Yes.

I thought I recognized you.
I'm sorry. I don't-

Oh, um, excuse me.
Del Scott, N.E.T. News. Oh, yes. Of course.

I've seen you on my TV set
dozens of times.

This is an unexpected pleasure.
That's nice to hear. I don't get that reaction from everyone.

I'm here covering
Henderson Wheatley's latest controversial enterprise.

I would like your opinion.
My opinion? Why?

Well, you're Cabot Cove's
most famous citizen. For my books, not my opinions.

Anyway, this is a town matter.
It's hardly a subject of national interest.

[Del]
You strike me as a person who fights for what she believes.

Now, wouldn't you like
the opportunity to speak out? Oh, I have spoken out, Miss Scott,

both here
and in the state capitol.

A number of us have.
But we'd just as soon our town not become a subject...

of dinner-table amusement.

That's a noble sentiment,
but a little naive. If you try to stop Henderson Wheatley,

I promise he won't
collapse quietly. Mm.

You don't seem to have much use
for the gentleman. Does it show that much?

Familiarity with Wheatley
does breed contempt.

I've been watching him
ever since I did the weather back in Pittsburgh.

Do you have any idea
how he operates? Shoddy construction, below-code wiring,

defective materials, kickbacks-
[Clears Throat]

The man is a menace.
Yes, but surely, if you could prove all that-

If I could, he'd have
been in jail a long time ago.

Am I changing your mind?
Well, I'm afraid not.

Why don't you try somebody
a little more intelligent and eloquent on the subject, like David Marsh.

He's our environmental activist.
I tried Mr. Marsh, but he passed.

He even asked that we not videotape him
out at the construction site, but he was too late.

[Man]
The fella you found ain'tJoshua Peabody, Amos.

Sarah here figured it out, Sheriff.
Bones in the grave belong to Uriah Pickett.

- Who?
- That farmer from over at the Blue Hill.

Disappeared about 14 years ago
come April.

Same time
as the annual fightin', as I recall.

Uriah didn't disappear;
he ran off to Portland with that red-haired manicurist...

who used to work
for Thelma Hatcher.

[Knocking]
Sheriff Tupper?

Ellsworth Buffum
from Kennebunkport.

Vice president
of theJoshua Peabody Society.

- The what?
- TheJoshua Peabody Society.

I am here to take possession
of the last remains ofJoshua Peabody.

- I trust they are-
- You wait just one minute.

We don't know they're him.
I mean, officially-

[Ringing]
Excuse me.

Sheriff Amos Tupper speaking.

You don't say?
I'll be right down.

Trouble.
Have to talk to you later, Mr. Buffing.

Buffum.

[Chant Dies Out]

We're sorry
this is costing you money, mister, but your building doesn't belong here.

I said start your engine!

We're lucky
if any of this stuff runs. [Engine Starts]

Look. My men are here to work.
Why don't you make it easy on yourself?

We're not movin', Kowalski.
I say you are.

We're not.
[Man] Don't take that!

Just a moment.
There's no need for violence. Lady... why don't you stay out of this?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Wheatley.
Now, see here, Mr. Wheatley.

I'm the town sheriff,
and you're in violation-

We're in violation of nothing,
Sheriff. It's a court order issued an hour ago.

It permits us
to resume construction immediately. [Henderson] You heard him.

Why don't you do your job?
Move these people out of here.

What are you waiting for?

[Driver]
You want me to run this guy over?

I suggest you read this.

H.L., this is an injunction...

stopping all work until
a historical examination is completed.

- What?
- It overrides our court order.

I don't believe this.
What kind of a jerkwater town is this?

A town that knows how
to take care of itself, Mr., uh, Wheatley.

[Man]
Hear, hear.

- [Jessica] Smells wonderful, Seth.
- Always smells better in someone else's kitchen.

Mine is a mess.
You know, it'd taste better with a little less basil.

Basil? There's no basil in there.
Rosemary, marjoram, tarragon,

thyme,
perhaps a pinch of sage.

No basil.
I learned a new opening gambit.

I hope you're prepared
to be humiliated. Ha!

That, Mrs. Fletcher,
will be the day. I can't remember the last time you beat me at chess.

Does Monday ring any bells?

I wish you'd get a decent corkscrew
in this place. Works perfectly well...

- if you know how to use it.
- Yeah.

Well, I guess you didn't
find anything at town records aboutJoshua Peabody, did ya?

Are you so sure?
Well, if you had,

the last thing we would
be talking about is basil, chess...

and my ability with a corkscrew.

Uh-huh.
I was so sure that I'd find something;

some little detail would prove
that he existed.

Jessica,
Joshua is a phantom,

a fake hero made up by some,
oh, fever-brained colonial patriot,

probably one of
Harry Pierce's ancestors.

You smell something burning?
My biscuits! [Sighs]

Ooh! My back!

You had to bend over, didn't you?
Can you stand up? No.

All right. Now, Jess,
you've got to promise me you'll never tell anyone I did this.

[Sighs]
That is wonderful. You okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.
Thank you, Seth. I never knew you were a witch doctor.

Ooh, the biscuits!
Oh, yeah.

[Strangled Grunt]
I hope you like them well done.

Speaking of bones-
I was speaking of biscuits.

What did you find, Seth?
Oh, pretty much what you might expect.

He had a bad back,
a lot like yours. Fourth and fifth vertebrae.

I expect he tried to
put up his own storm windows. Mm-hmm.

And?
Oh, yes. And young Marsh, David,

gave me this piece of paper
that he found in what was left of the old boy's uniform.

"Passage forJ.P." -

I had to pry this
out of you.

Well, it doesn't prove anything.
Here. You ready for dinner? It may not prove anything in a court of law,

but this,
with a 200-year-old skeleton-

We do not know that.
Ooh, hey.

Are you ready?
This is your favorite.

Seven-layer cake.

Layers.
That's it, Seth.

- Layers?
- Yeah. In the excavation, underneath where we found the skeleton,

that's how I'm gonna prove
that I'm right.

Seth and I argued
almost until midnight.

What I wanna do, you see,
is to dig directly underneath where we found the skeleton.

Then, if we find an artifact
over 200 years old or, oh, a pottery shard or anything,

then we'll know
he could've been there that long. [Grunts]

Amos, you seem
awfully sleepy. Oughta be.

When it started to rain
around 2:00 this morning,

I came and tarped over
the murder scene.

Wouldn't want any evidence
washed away. That was good thinking, Amos,

and I'm sorry
about your lack of sleep.

But I think we should
get at this right away, because if Mr. Wheatley's court order...

supersedes Mr. Buffum's,
we might never learn the truth about these remains.

Now, I would do this,
but Seth'll have a fit if I put my back out again.

I just hope we don't find a pop bottle
down there. He'll never let me hear the end of it.

Seems like
we're startin' a collection.

[Seth]
My best guess is he died about, oh, 4:00 or 5:00 a.m.

Apparently shot
at close range. Heart. Died instantly.

His car's here. Must've driven over
from the inn sometime before sunup. I wonder why.

Well, either
he had a late-night desire to see the construction site,

or he was gonna
meet someone here.

Yeah. His killer.
Well, Kowalski keeps his motor home on the premises.

Better have a talk with him
in case he saw anything.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Now that we have a second body
of more recent vintage,

could I talk you
into making a statement?

Well, thank you, Miss Scott,
but I leave those sort of things to the professionals.

[Amos Clears Throat]
I'd have thought after six mystery novels, you'd lost your amateur standing.

[Amos Clears Throat]
SheriffTupper,

would you mind
answering a few questions for the camera?

Oh, well, I don't know
what I could say,

but I suppose I could
spare a minute or two, Miss Scott, of my professional opinion.

I thought you were
in such an all-fired hurry to question somebody.

Would you describe your feelings
when you removed the tarp and discovered Mr. Wheatley's body?

[Griswold] You knew what was going on
here. You knew the whole scam. Now, I'm the attorney on this corporation.

You'll get not one dime
from me.

Aww. This is just terrible.
[Muttering]

A man has hopes
and dreams and aspirations.

It just isn't fair
that they end up like this.

I never knew you were so fond
of Mr. Wheatley. I'm talking about me.

Harry, you make it sound
as if your life depended on it.

There it is.
There what is?

Mr. Wheatley's tie clasp.
So?

You sure it was Wheatley's?
Well, it sure wasn't Joshua Peabody's.

What do you figure
it was doin' there, Mrs. Fletcher?

I'd say it probably fell off
of him when he was being carried...

to the excavation.

You mean he was killed first?
I believe so,

but the question is,
why did the murderer bother?

I mean, why not
just leave the body where it fell?

Okay. So he was shot
where you found the tie clasp, right?

No. Somebody
would've heard the gunfire. I believe he was killed elsewhere.

And carried there. Sure.

And the tie clasp fell off
while they were carrying it past the shed.

That makes sense.
All right.

Then the killer
must've been pretty strong.

I mean, that Wheatley,
he weighed about, oh, 175 pounds.

So let's see now. We got Kowalski.
We got Harry Pierce, that lawyer, uh-

Griswold.
Right. All pretty hefty.

All those construction workers
and David Marsh.

It's just too bad
the rain washed away all those footprints.

- We might've gotten some good ones.
- Or tire tracks.

- Say again, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Actually, a tire track... from a wheelbarrow.

There were several of them
stacked right here, by this shed.

The rain washed those tracks
away too. What still doesn't make any sense is why.

Why was the body placed
in that particular spot?

Lady, you're trespassing.

[Chuckles]
Oh, dear. I feel so silly.

I was just looking around.
You know, female curiosity, I suppose.

Oh, dear. I am so embarrassed.
If you ask me, you've got a whole town full of screwballs.

Oh, Mr. Kowalski, how terrible!
You've cut your hand. Don't worry about it.

Oh, but with the work
you do- I mean, this is never gonna heal.

It's gonna be okay.
Ooh, look at it. Ooh, that filthy bandage.

I do think that Dr. Hazlitt
oughta take a look at it. He'll know-

It's gonna be okay, believe me.
I'll put a clean hankie on it.

Now, I've got work to do.
Could you let me do it? Oh, yes. I'm sure you do.

I won't bother you anymore.
Now, you promise. You be sure to take care of that.

I promise.

- [Man] Amos.
- Hello, Austin. How's the missus?

Oh, still puttin' one foot
in front of t'other.

Listen, Amos,
there's something that I think I ought to tell ya...

that I don't really
want to tell ya, if you know what I mean.

I, uh- no, not exactly.

- [Eric]
You can't say that about my dad! - [Jessica] Eric!

Eric, Billy, stop that!

Stop that, boys!
What are you doing? Cut it out. Hey, boys! Boys!

Come on, Eric. Eric.
Break it up now. Come on.

Stop that!
Eric! Stop that, Eric Marsh!

That figures. Don't you have
anything better to do than run around picking fights?

Me? He started it,
calling my dad names.

[Harry]
Well, I can understand that.

Eric!
Hey, knock it off!

- [David] Eric, you stop that!
- Eric. Eric.

Stop!
I told you. I don't want you fighting.

I'm glad to see someone
in your family has a sense of responsibility, Mrs. Marsh.

- You, talking about responsibility?
Harry, you are a disgrace to this town. - [David] Matty, please.

Jessica, thanks for helping.
David Marsh?

Yes?
F.B.I. Special Agent Fred Keller.

I have a warrant for your arrest,
Mr. Marsh,

or more properly,
Daniel Martin.

- Surely you're mistaken.
- No, ma'am.

We've been
after this man for 17 years. Dad, what's he talkin' about?

Wait a minute!
Daniel Martin!

Yeah! That nutcase
Vietnam protestor? And you're him?

[Chuckles]
Boy, does that ever figure.

All right. Let's go.
You've got the wrong man, mister.

Just a minute.
What's goin'on here?

Fred Keller, F.B.I.
Sheriff, this man is my prisoner.

Interstate flight
to avoid prosecution, conspiracy, sedition...

and destroying federal property
and endangering lives.

He bombed the federal courthouse
in Philadelphia 14 years ago.

- Shortly after,
he escaped federal custody. - No. You're crazy.

David? Well, under the circumstances,
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Sorry, Mr. Keller. He's my prisoner.
I'm arresting him for the murder of Henderson Wheatley.

- Murder?
- [Harry] Marsh?

Are you sure?
Mm. This was on Wheatley's desk.

"Skeleton planted in grave by D.M."

"D.M." David Marsh.

Wheatley must've decided
you engineered it to slow down construction.

Now, I know that's not enough
to convince you, Mrs. Fletcher.

You're right about that.
[Amos] Well, there's more.

Austin Bailey saw David
in the vicinity of the Hill House Inn...

around 4:00 this morning,
about the same time the night manager saw Wheatley go out.

Probably down to the construction site
to check out his theory.

Way I figure it, David,
you spotted him, had words, and you killed him.

- That works for me.
- David couldn't have been anywhere near the excavation.

He was home in bed with me.

Matty- Matty- Matty, don't.
I happened to wake up about 4:00-

I was out walking.
I had a lot on my mind. I couldn't sleep.

- I guess I went by the excavation,
but I didn't see Wheatley. - [Laughs Sarcastically]

David, best come along.
[Keller] Just a moment, Sheriff.

I have my fugitive warrant.
This man is coming with me.

Sheriff, if you don't mind,
there's something I'djust as soon put behind me. Mr. Keller-

Amos, don't you think
you oughta remind David of his rights?

Hmm? Oh-Oh, absolutely.

- David, you have the right
to remain silent. - And I think that would be a good idea.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you in a court oflaw.

Madam, I'm not very happy
about this.

Do you think I am, Mr. Keller?
Do you think any of us are?

[Del Announcing On TV]
Daniel Martin in the turbulent '60s. [Jessica] I suppose it could be David.

[Doorbell Rings]
But whether he is or isn't,

I have the feeling
he's safer in our jail than he is in Mr. Keller's.

Good of you to see me, Doctor.

[Del]
... David Marsh is indeed Daniel Martin, Vietnam protestor...

and if Mr. Marsh did in fact...

murder construction tycoon
Henderson Wheatley and-

[TV Switches Off]
As I told you, Doctor,

Martin escaped
before we had a chance to fingerprint him.

However, we were able
to obtain his early medical records.

If you compare these
with your records of David Marsh, we can make a positive identification.

- [Clears Throat]
Let me see them. - Certainly.

Mr. Keller,
even if you're right about David, it's been 17 years.

Mrs. Fletcher, we're talking
about a criminal here,

a fugitive who has made a mockery
of our laws.

As I recall, Daniel Martin
was involved only in passive resistance. Passive?

The man who bombed
a federal courthouse?

You have no proof of that,
and, frankly, I don't believe it.

Neither do I. Besides,
David has lived an exemplary life since he came to Cabot Cove.

Look. I'm not here
to argue.

I want copies of
David Marsh's medical records.

- No.
- What?

- You have a hearing problem, Keller?
- [File Thuds, Briefcase Snaps Shut]

Now, look, folks.
I'm just a cop with a job to do.

I've been on this one a long time.

I've nailed them all:
The Kingsboro Four, the Kerry Brothers.

Daniel Martin is the last of them.

Now, anything I hate,
it's a loose end.

I'm using my sick leave
to wrap this up.

My chief at the bureau
thinks I'm crazy,

but the minute
I saw David Marsh on TV carrying that placard,

I knew I had found Daniel Martin.

So, murder charge or no,

with or without your cooperation,
I'm gonna get him.

Seth, I know I'm right
about David.

I know he didn't murder anyone
or bomb any buildings.

Maybe not,
but are you that sure...

he isn't Daniel Martin?

[Jessica]
It's difficult to imagine you as someone else.

For me, too, after 17 years.

You know, back then
it just seemed so necessary to make people listen,

to let them know
there were two sides to the coin.

And who knows? Maybe some
of those stunts we pulled helped end the killing a little sooner.

- Maybe you're right, but-
- The courthouse bombing? Oh, no. Not me. No way.

We were against violence.

I don't suppose it's possible
you could recall where you were that day.

I can hardly remember
where I was last week, but I do know I was living-

well, hiding-
here in Cabot Cove.

You certainly
picked a beautiful spot, Mr. Kowalski.

This has always been one
of my favorite places up here.

Oh, yeah.

- Your hand still
giving you trouble, huh? - No, no. It's fine.

I brought you some salve.
Here.

I promise you
it'll work wonders for you. Please. Take it.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.

Look, why don't you let me
fix it up for you? Why not?

You sure are persistent.
[Chuckles]

Well, I've been described
in less flattering terms, believe me.

You know,
I couldn't help but notice...

the shabby condition of
Mr. Wheatley's construction equipment.

Could you turn your hand over?
That's right.

Everybody in town
has been talking about his terrible safety record.

Must be difficult
working for someone who has so little regard for the employees.

Yeah. Lousy equipment.
How do you think I hurt my hand?

Could've lost a couple of fingers
on a loose belt,

but I was lucky.

You know how many guys
he's killed in the last 10 years, guys that were friends of mine?

Bobby Scotto in Pittsburgh.
Harry Pateki in Detroit.

Elevator cable rusted through,
dropped him 32 floors.

- How awful.
- Not one of those guys should've died.

And Mr. Wheatley
was never punished for this? Not with his connections.

I knew sooner or later
somebody was gonna kill him.

It wasn't me.

Not that he sure as hell
didn't deserve it.

- But why did you continue
to work for him? - I like to eat.

However, on this job,
money's been in short supply.

- And you haven't been paid?
- Not from day one. None of us.

Then Griswold creeps up there
this morning, tells us all to split.

We're not gonna get a dime
for this job, not ever!

I'm sorry. Griswold-
You couldn't tell me where I could find him?

Yeah. Somewhere on the road
between here and Boston. He was the first one to cut out.

[Printer Shuttling]

[Chuckles]
Say, Mrs. Fletcher, you were right. Look at this.

That Wheatley owed money
all around town.

How he ever expected
to finish his building-

Yes. Yes, I'm here,
Sergeant.

The suspect's name
is Arthur Griswold, male Caucasian,

about 45 or 50.

Well, I don't care how you stop him.
Get him for speeding. Just get him.

Now, hold on.
Cindy, give him the make of the car.

It doesn't make sense. I mean,
assuming that Wheatley's lawyer had a reason to kill him,

why did he place his body
right in the middle of the excavation?

- He wanted to hide it.
- It was almost like a symbolic gesture.

I don't know about that.
I just wish I had more evidence.

I hear Harry Pierce
bought a big new house on the expectations...

that he's gonna get rich
on that hotel deal.

Some of the construction gang,
they heard Wheatley say he was gonna ace him out.

That would've made him
lose face around town,

and about the only thing
a real estate hustler's got is face.

- But aren't you clutching at straws?
- Maybe so.

Just goes to show you,
you got something in your past,

it always comes out,
no matter how hard you try to hide it.

It just doesn't pay
to try and change your name.

- Of course. That's it.
- What?

Thank you, Amos.
I can always count on you. Count on me for what, Mrs. Fletcher?

Amos, there's one more thing
you can do for me. Stop Kowalski from leaving town.

And if he's already left,
bring him back.

[Jessica]
Thanks. Thanks so much.

Right.

Seems like these newspaper stories
happened last week instead of 14 years ago.

That is perfect.
Thank you so much, Mavis.

May I make one more call
on your phone? Of course.

I'll get you an envelope
for those.

Miss Del Scott's room,
please. Thank you.

Miss Scott?
Jessica Fletcher.

I've reconsidered your kind offer
to make a statement on your news broadcast...

if it's still open.

Oh, good. Well, why don't I
meet you at the construction site in one hour?

Good. Bye.

[Jessica]
I can only speak for myself, Miss Scott, but, yes,

I must confess
that I'm very pleased that the hotel will never be built,

although, of course,
I'm sorry that it cost Mr. Wheatley his life.

Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher.
Now I would like to ask your opinion-

Apparently,
he made a number of enemies over the years,

particularly
among the families of workers who were injured or killed...

by the insufficient safety-

Yes. Now, about
theJoshua Peabody controversy- Excuse me, Miss Scott.

- I recall you mentioning
you came from Pittsburgh. - Yes. That's right. Now, about-

I wonder, are you related
to a Robert Scotto? What?

Mr. Kowalski told me that
he was a young construction worker in Pittsburgh...

who was killed working on one
of Mr. Wheatley's projects.

That's right.
About eight years ago.

Cut it, boys.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but this has no news value whatsoever.

I phoned the Municipal Hall
of Records in Pittsburgh a short time ago.

They list a younger sister
as one of Robert Scotto's survivors.

Her name is Della Scotto.

Del Scott- Della Scotto.

- I wasn't certain.
- You're wrong, Mrs. Fletcher.

[Jessica]
You phoned Mr. Wheatley, didn't you, around 4:00 a. M?

You told him you'd discovered evidence
that the skeleton had been planted here...

by David Marsh
in order to delay construction.

I suspect that Mr. Wheatley
probably scribbled a note to that effect...

and agreed to meet you here
so that you could show him what you'd found.

He must've unlocked the door
so that you could get in out of the rain, and once inside, you shot him.

- Look, this is insane.
- Sure. That's why nobody heard anything.

All right.

Mrs. Fletcher,
the part about my brother- That's true.

Bobby didn't have to die,
but Henderson Wheatley was too damn cheap...

to get the crane fixed,
and it dropped four tons of"l" beam on him.

I'm sorry, child.
That's a tragic vision to carry with you.

[Sobbing]
Oh, yes. I hated the man.

All right, Mrs. Fletcher.
I loathed him.

But I didn't kill him.

- Forgive me, Del, but you did.
- No.

And then you placed the body
in the excavation. That seemed symbolic, didn't it?

Putting him in a grave
that he dug for himself.

If you check that wheelbarrow,
Amos,

I think you'll find bloodstains
belonging to Mr. Wheatley.

At first I thought
they might've come from Mr. Kowalski, but he hurt his hand elsewhere.

Mrs. Fletcher,
that's a hell of a theory, but the truth is, you don't have a witness,

a single piece of evidence
that can prove I was involved.

- She's right, Mrs. Fletcher.
- No, Amos. We have her own words.

- My words?
- The evening before the murder, it started to rain.

That's why at about 2:00 a.m.,
SheriffTupper came out here...

and covered the area
where the skeleton had been found.

That's right-
with this tarp, but-

When Miss Scott interviewed you,
she asked you-

Could you describe your feelings
when you pulled back the tarp and discovered Mr. Wheatley's body?

Now, when you arrived
with your crew, the tarp had already been removed.

You couldn't have known
the grave had been covered if you hadn't been here during the night,

at the time you killed
Henderson Wheatley.

For years,
I tried to nail him,

to gather evidence
to get him sent to prison,

but every time l-

every time I got close,

he bribed the eyewitnesses...

and suppliers.

He bought them off.

L- I finally realized...

that I...

couldn't fight him legally
and win.

I'm not proud of what I did,
Mrs. Fletcher,

but don't ask me to be sorry.

[David]
Honey, don't worry, please. I'll be all right.

We have to stop by Dr. Hazlitt's
to compare those X-rays. [Bell Ringing]

We saved you a trip, Mr. Keller.
We brought everything here.

- What are you up to now, Mrs. Fletcher?
- Please. Don't do anything that'll make trouble.

David, will you take Matty
and Eric and wait outside, please?

What's the point?
Yes, yes. Of course. David.

- This is no medical record.
- Very astute observation.

As I told you, David couldn't
have had anything to do...

with bombing the courthouse
in Philadelphia.

That was taken
the day before the bombing right here in Cabot Cove.

He still would've had time
to get to the federal courthouse.

Now, you don't believe that,
Mr. Keller?

Maybe not,
but this doesn't prove he isn't Daniel Martin.

- There's more, Keller.
- I thought there might be.

Look at this.
This is also the Cabot Cove Gazette.

Almost 13 years ago.
His name was Joey Fawcett.

Joey lived in the town
about a year, wouldn't you say so, Seth?

Yeah. He worked
at Biddeford's gas station, kept pretty much to himself.

Now, why do I get the feeling
I know where this is going?

Uh, Joey volunteered...

to play one of the minutemen
that year in our mock battle,

and the last that any of us
ever saw of him, he was running off in full uniform...

with Noah Meecham's
red setter at his heels.

Obviously he must've fallen,
banged his head and died.

Mm-hmm. And then what?
The good citizens of Cabot Cove shoveled dirt over him?

Oh, no accountin'
for what folks around here are libel to do.

And I suppose
there are a dozen people around here who'll swear he was Daniel Martin.

Oh, I'd say
more like 10 dozen, Mr. Keller.

Well, here.
Perhaps this will convince you.

This is Daniel Martin's fractured leg.

We took it right from the skeleton
at the excavation.

See for yourself.
I mean, compare your X-rays with that fracture.

Well, there may be one
or two small discrepancies.

After all,
Daniel Martin broke his leg before he was fully grown.

When he was seven years old?

Oh, I'd say those bones have been
underground 13 years at the most.

[Keller] You know, a man
must be pretty special to have people willing to stand up...

before an agent
of the United States Department ofJustice,

and each of them willing
to risk charges of perjury,

obstruction ofjustice
and harboring a fugitive.

Not many men
have friends like that.

I don't want you going around
giving black eyes to every kid in town.

Have you got that?
Well, Marsh, I guess I was wrong.

Obviously I've been
pursuing a dead man.

- What does that mean exactly?
- You're off the hook.

David!
That's very gracious of you, Mr. Keller.

Not at all, Mrs. Fletcher.
Whether you believe it or not, it pleases me too when justice is done.

Oh, one thing, Dr. Hazlitt.
You might wanna brush up on your anatomy.

That's an arm bone,
not a leg bone.

I didn't think
he was that smart.

Well, at least one good thing's
come out of all this-

Now that we've proved
those bones belong to Daniel Martin,

we can forget
all about this Joshua Peabody nonsense.

Oh, no, Seth Hazlitt,
that's going a little bit too far.

[Seth Laughs]

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