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You're a dead man.

[Woman]
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Sure was a good idea of yours,
Jessica, this TV exposure. Well, honestly, I didn't originate it.

Will you kindly get your
equipment out of my flower beds?

Scrutiny is a hit for one reason,
and you're lookin' at him.

He was a credit
to his profession.

He was a lowdown,
two-timing snake.

It might be healthy for you
to get out of town for awhile.

That big fellow you saw-
He could be dangerous.

You there! Hold it!

Ronald Ross.

Yours is acknowledged to be one of the
finest private collections of abstract expressionism in the country.

Quite obviously, you're not
one of those gentlemen...

who, uh, knows what he likes, but
doesn't know anything about art.

Well, actually, Kevin,
I have a degree in art.

Oh, and now you're, um,
what- an entrepreneur? Whatever that means.

In your case,
doesn't that mean the...

selling of illegal drugs
smuggled in from South America?

[Ronald]
Someone's been putting you on, Mr. Keats.

- I'm a legitimate businessman.
- Successful businessman, I'll grant you that but not legitimate.

- Isn't your primary commodity cocaine?
- Oh, come on.

- You were in Miami
two weeks ago. True or false? - I had a business meeting.

With a gentleman
by the name ofJose Amaldo.

Lousy creep.
How'd he know that?

[Kevin]
Jose Amaldo, who is shown in these candid photos,

has been named seventeen times
as a major narcotics distributor by the House Committee Report...

on drugs and organized crime.

This wasn't your first meeting,
was it, Mr. Ross?

I can't tell you
how disappointed I am, Mr. Keats,

because I love to show off
my art collection.

Well, Mr. Ross may hope
it ends there,

but I've been promised new
and revealing information which you can see next week...

right here on Scrutiny, part two
in the "Profile of an Art Lover."

You're a dead man.

Good night, Nick.
Good night. And good night, Paula.

Good night, America.

[Jessica]
Oh, I enjoy your show, Miss Roman.

I'm just not sure I want to expose
myself to one of those, uh, soul-baring interviews.

Oh, no.
That's Kevin Keats's department. Mine are the down-home features.

And I would love to show America
J.B. Fletcher's Cabot Cove.

Oh, dear, don't you think
that sounds a little pretentious? No, not at all.

What I have in mind is a...
a very gentle portrait of a small New England town...

as seen through the eyes
of one of its leading citizens.

Mrs. Fletcher, please.

I really went to bat
for this, and you've always been very special to me.

[Laughs]
Well, all right. L-

I'll bring it up
at the town meeting,

and if the town decides
they want to pose for a video portrait, well, I'll do my part.

Oh, good. I've never been
turned down by a town yet.

Oh, really?
Thank you.

[Man]
I know you've got a lot of work to do, so I'm going to make this short.

Despite rumors to the contrary,
the network isn't at all discouraged by the way things are going.

Why should they be?
We're consistently winning our time slot.

We're still in the top 20.

- That's not number one.
- [Nick] It's not 65 either.

Are they really that worried
about our ratings?

Well, there is the matter
of the new audience survey. Doug, you remember our conversation?

Richard, I don't need
this pressure when I'm trying to put a show together.

Pressure? Listen, buddy-boy,
you don't know what pressure is. You're only the producer here, remember?

Well, nobody forced you to be
vice president in charge of the news.

- Somebody had to do it.
- You could have suggested they give the job to a newsman.

Here. Here.
"Newsperson," please.

[Richard]
Look, look, look. You guys have no idea the heat that I take for you.

Richard, will you get out
of here and let us work?

- Doug, don't make me
look bad on the top floor. - I don't have to make you look bad.

You're able to do that all by yourself.

Well, now that we've all had
a little laugh at the expense of the enemy,

what do you think of
Paula's Cabot Cove idea?

I think it's brilliant. It'll make
a great Americana segment. Thank you.

Only you're not doing it.
I've got something else for you.

A Nebraska high school boy's
been accepted on the girls' basketball team.

Ought to be a lot of good stuff there.

Oh, sure. This is very funny.

Now, please. Let's talk
about my Cabot Cove piece.

- I'm giving it to Kevin.
- What?

I want you there tomorrow.
You've gotta be out of your mind, pal.

I mean, I'm prepping part two
of the Ron Ross exposé.

Uh, well, there's not going
to be a part two. The legal department killed it.

- That stinks, Doug.
- The sweet smell of sup-press.

In view of the death threats
you've received, Kevin,

- it might be healthy for you
to get out of town for awhile. - What death threats?

Cranks. What else,
you know?

Don't you worry about
your Cabot Cove gig.

I have no intention of drowning
in the backwaters of Maine.

Check your contracts.
You have a choice. Either take the assignment or go off salary.

On the other hand, I've always
loved the smell of sea air. I hope the tide's in.

[Chattering]

[Bell Dings]

Jessica.
Oh, good morning, Wylie.

Here, let me help you with that.
Oh, thanks a lot.

Well, it looks like
you bought out the whole store. Oh, I just got a few things.

Uh-huh.
Good morning.

Including a new outfit
to wear on television? It's one of the symptoms.

Oh, is it going around?
Lots of foolishness.

[Laughing]
Everything shined up, everybody's wearin' their Easter duds.

I even saw Nils Anderson
slappin' on a fresh coat of paint.

Well, I don't see anything
foolish about that.

How nice does a live
bait stand have to look?

[Laughing]
It's getting out ofhand, Jessica, this TVbusiness.

Well, they took a vote at the town
meeting, and everybody voted "Aye."

All except one sorehead
that I could name. Mm-hmm, Seth Hazlett.

And you notice he's not
here for the festivities. Where is Seth? I haven't seen him.

Had a sudden yen to visit
his sister in South Carolina.

Stuck me with all his patients
till next Tuesday.

Jessica!

Uh, hold up there!

Been tryin' to get you
on the phone all morning.

Uh, when are those TV people
coming in from New York? Oh, they'll be here sometime today.

Couldn't be more specific, could ya'?
Thinkin' about organizin' a little, uh, welcomin' ceremony.

Oh, well, I don't think that anything
special is called for, Sam. I mean, they're just coming to town to do a job.

Oh, they'll do a job all right,
on Cabot Cove. Have you ever seen that show?

Yep, and so has the rest of
the country, Doctor.

Good publicity means summer visitors.
More trade for the merchants.

Sure was a good idea of yours,
Jessica, this TV exposure.

- Well, honestly, I didn't originate it.
- I believe in giving credit where credit is due.

Well, gotta see to my haircut.
Want to look good for camera.

[Jessica]
You're wrong, Wylie. Paula Roman loves this town as much as I do.

And she told me that
this segment is going to be like a beautiful postcard.

Oh?
And I believe her.

Mmm. I just hope
the rest of the country doesn't become so entranced...

that they come racin' up here
in their trailers and campers and- [Clattering]

- Vans.
- [Man] Over here.

[Man #2]
No, lift it more this way.

Good Lord!
[Man #1] Where's the electrician?

- Who's gonna get the dolly?
- I'll get the coffee.

[Man #2]
Hey, Mike. Bring the dolly, will ya'?

Young man? Will you
kindly get your equipment out of my flower beds?

Move it, please! Now.
Who's in charge here?

Uh, Mrs. Fletcher?
Yes.

I'm Kevin Keats.
Oh, how do you do? Well, uh, where's Miss Roman?

Uh, Paula's been reassigned.
I'll be handling this segment. You?

Oh, oh, uh, I thought-

You see, Miss Roman assured me
that this was not going to be, uh-

Well, a...
certain kind of interview.

- Is-Is this the way you always look?
- Why? Is there anything wrong with the way I look?

No. It's just that my image
of you is, uh, more homespun.

Oh.

[Helicopter Whirring]

[Tires Screeching]

[Helicopter Departing]

[Kevin] World-famous author,
highly intelligent and sophisticated. [Jessica Laughs]

It makes you wonder,
J.B. Fletcher,

how you came to be buried in
a tiny town in the back of Maine...

with people who are,
if you'll forgive me, hardly your intellectual equals?

Uh, let's stop right now,
Mr. Keats. L-I'm sorry, but I really can't allow you...

to insult my friends and my-my home.

- Uh, look, if this is what you're after,
then you'll have to leave me out of it. - I'm sorry.

Now I know who the real
tough guy is in this twosome. Forgive me. Can we start again?

Yes, of course.

[Kevin]
Jessica Beatrice Fletcher.

J.B. Fletcher, writer of
best selling mystery novels, world traveler-

You could live almost
anywhere in the world.

Why choose
Cabot Cove, Maine?

Well, my roots are here,

and I've spent many happy years
with my late husband here.

A sentimental attachment?
Oh, much more than that.

I mean, I'm in touch with
the rest of the world, but, uh-

Well, I can be apart from it
when I need to be.

I mean, take my house,
for instance.

Frank and I bought
that drafty, old place about 30 years ago,

and l-I hung the pictures,
and l-I planted all the little plants,

and I learned how to put up
the storm windows- But it's still drafty, you understand?

And this is where Frank died, and,
uh, and where I began a new life.

I don't think I've ever really
thought of living anywhere else.

Is it always this quiet?

On a good day, you can hear
the wind, the ocean and the seagulls.

[Door Slamming]
Mrs. Fletcher!

And which is that?

The darndest thing
just happened. Uh, Amos- Uh, Sheriff Amos Tupper.

How do. I just picked up
my new suit, the one I bought for the television show,

and I was sort of gettin'
the feel of it behind the wheel, and I looked up,

and I saw this helicopter
set down on the bluffs. Hey, cut it!

Do you mind?
I'm trying to talk to Mrs. Fletcher.

Anyhow, this great big
bald-headed fella, he gets out,

and there's this long limousine just
waitin' there to whisk him into town.

I'll bet ya anything
he's one of those TV fellas.

You say this fella was,
uh, big and bald?

Yeah, about 6' 3."
Say, who is this nosy parker?

Uh, Amos,
this is Kevin Keats.

Keat- Keats? Oh.

Oh, well, sir, you look
a lot taller on TV.

Amos, you just walked
into the middle of a TV interview.

That so?

Oh, uh, l-l-l-I hope
that that wasn't- Oh, no, no, I had them cut it.

Oh.
In any case, Mrs. Fletcher, your nose is a little shiny.

Uh, makeup! Hair.

You take your time now.
Don't rush it, huh? Thank you.

Sheriff, could I talk to you?
Mm-hmm.

That big fellow you saw arriving-
If it's who I think it is, he could be dangerous.

Dangerous?
I may need your help getting away from him.

- No need, sir.
I'll just have him picked up. - On what charge?

Suspicion of being ugly?
I'd prefer to handle it my own way if you don't mind.

Could you arrange to have a boat for me
by sunrise tomorrow morning?

- A boat?
- Yeah. Not too small, but something I can handle by myself.

Sure. I'll take care of it personally.
Thanks.

[Phone Rings]
[Man] Hill House.

Uh, Mr. Keats?
Telephone for you.

It's a lady. You can
take it here at the desk. Thanks.

Uh, for your information,
the, uh, hotel was once featured in the National Geographic.

It photographs
like a million dollars inside and out.

If you'd care to set up your cameras,
why, you could take-

Excuse me.

- Hello.
- Hello, you monster.

- Judith, is that you?
- I know what you're doing, Kevin.

Do you understand?
I know what you're up to.

It's not your business anymore, Judith.
Don't intrude in my life.

You really should learn the difference
between an intrusion and a warning.

Don't threaten me.
Don't ever threaten me.

Kevin. Hold on.
We've got to talk.

- I have more important things to do
than waste time with you, Helman. - Hey, hey. Now, now. Come on.

Putting you on this story was a
change of pace. A fresh approach.

- Don't take it personally.
- Oh, but I do.

Scrutiny's a hit for one reason,
and you're lookin' at him.

They toss out producers like
so many empty beer cans, but I keep rolling along.

So you get off my back before
I do something you'll regret.

- Mornin'.
- Morning, Sheriff.

Well, there she is.
Not much to look at, but Augie Wilkins swears she's yar.

- Yar?
- Easy to handle.

Oh, yeah. Well, I'm sure
she'll do just fine, Sheriff.

Augie Wilkins wanted
a hundred dollar deposit. Paid for it out of my own pocket.

Well, I can't thank you enough.

- Mr. Keats?
- Yeah?

- We haven't talked about
the rental fee yet. - Right.

- And there's my hundred dollars.
- [Engine Starting]

You there! Hold it!

I know it's early,

but I thought you'd like to hear
there's nothing to worry about.

The matter has resolved itself.

You're a little late.
I've already heard it live from Paula Roman on the scene.

[Paula On TV]
Let me understand this, Sheriff.

You were waiting here for
Kevin Keats at daybreak. Why?

Mr. Keats asked me
to rent a boat for him. You rented the boat?

[Amos]
Yes, ma'am. At his request. Sort of an unofficial favor.

[Paula]
And you are certain that the explosion was not caused by leaking fuel?

[Amos]
Oh, no, ma'am. It was a bomb, all right.

[Paula]
Has any evidence been recovered?

[Amos]
Not yet, ma'am, but I've got divers searching.

Uh, excuse me, Sheriff,
but I think your deputy wants to talk with you.

What is it, Charlie?
Sheriff, they just recovered a body from the water.

It doesn't look like
it'll be easy to identify.

Excuse me, ma'am.
Yes.

Uh, this has been a special report,
live from Cabot Cove, Maine,

the scene of the tragic and mysterious
death of anchorman Kevin Keats.

Please stay tuned to this station
for any new developments. I'm Paula Roman.

[Murmuring, Crying]

I don't like this, Jessica.
Not one bit.

Paula, are you all right?
[Sighing]

Aside from being
somewhat shattered, I guess I'm just exhausted.

I caught that first morning flight
out of New York, you know.

- Uh, I'm staying at the hotel
if you need a ride. - Please.

Okay.

Miss Roman, may I express
my condolences on the loss of your colleague.

Yes, thank you,
uh, Mr. -

I'm George Fish, and it's
an honor to meet you. Thank you.

George manages the hotel.
Oh.

The TV folks have set up an office
in the private dining room.

It's this way.
A terrible tragedy, and it's so hard to believe.

Why, only last night
poor Mr. Keats was saying...

how this hotel would
photograph like a million dollars.

Mrs. Fletcher!
The darndest thing just happened. [Tape Fast Forwarding]

[Nick]
Great.

We'll keep the sheriff in 'cause
he's part of the story. All right? Nick.

Oh. Yeah, I know, kid,
I know.

I didn't expect to see you.
I'm so glad you're here.

Oh, uh, Jessica,
this is Nick Brody. Jessica Fletcher.

Well, how do you do?
Oh, a pleasure.

Like the rest of America,
I've been a fan of Nick Brody and the news.

You're very kind.
I guess I am kind of a... an institution. Something like the Staten Island Ferry.

Where's Doug?
Uh, Doug Helman, he's our producer.

Nobody seems to know.
He checked in last night, then left early this morning.

And nobody's seen him since.
He hasn't even called to pick up his messages.

He's probably off climbing
a mountain somewhere.

Well, kid, are you ready
to go to work?

The network wants me to fill in
for Doug. They want a special on Kevin in the Scrutiny time slot.

- [Sighing] Oh, Nick.
- Hey, hey. Kid, that's the way it is like it or not.

It's news,
and that's what we peddle.

Why don't you grab some coffee?
I'm going to take another look at this tape.

[Kevin]
Sorry. Now I know who the real tough guy is in this twosome.

[Jessica]
I'll take mine black, please.

[Sighing]
Jessica, I noticed a strange look on your face down at the waterfront...

when I told you that I flew in
from New York this morning.

With the amount of
traveling that I do, I know the schedules by heart.

You were on the air a half-hour
before the first flight from New York landed in Portland.

[Sighs]

I'm such a terrible liar.
I don't know what I'm doing in this business.

I flew in last night
with Doug Helman.

It just seemed a lot easier to lie,
and not because I murdered Kevin.

- Because you spent
the night with him? - How did you know that?

You didn't recognize
the hotel manager...

which means that you didn't check
into your own room last night.

George Fish is always on hand
to welcome celebrities.

Kevin has been trying to reach
a divorce agreement with his wife who lives in California,

and he didn't want to
complicate matters.

He told me that
she phoned last night.

She heard somehow that I was here,
and she threatened him.

Maybe she did
more than just threaten.

From California?
[Nick] Hey, kid.

I've got a call in to Dickie Abbott
at the network. Pick up the phone, will ya, and tell him what's going on up here?

Oh, Nick, you're beginning
to sound like a producer. Oh, it's worse than that.

I'm beginning to think like one.
[Phone Rings]

Yeah. Brody.

Come again?
What is this, a conspiracy?

Now Abbott's disappeared.
He left his New York office last night, and nobody's seen him since.

What a helluva way
to run a network.

Perhaps the greatest tragedy is
where Kevin Keats met his end.

Urbane, hard-nosed,
a legend in his own time,

a man who faced death
a hundred times in hot spots all around the world,

Keats was blown to bits
in a jerkwater village where even the crickets die ofboredom,

where the part-time mayor conducts
town business from a 5x5 room in the back ofhis office,

and the sheriff is responsible
for supplying the boat that caused his death.

[Clamoring]
George, now I insist on seeing Miss Roman this very minute.

Clara, keep your dress on.
This is not the annual church social, dear. I've got some real reporters here.

Lady, do you mind?
I'm trying to get a room here.

You got any messages for me?
Fowler, 231. Fowler.

[Clamoring Continues]

Sam? Sam, what are you doing?
Funny, Jessica, I was about to ask you the same thing.

You got any idea
what's goin' on in this town?

You can't turn around without
some fool photographer flashin' a camera in your face.

Sam, when a celebrity is killed,
you have to expect-

This is all your doin.
You and your publicity seekin.

- Now just one moment, Sam.
- You talked us into lettin'them TVcameras into town,

and-and now we're
the laughingstock of the country.

Me, Amos Tupper, the lot of us.
I won't have it.

- Yes, but what's going on is not my fault.
- Not the way I see it or anybody else either.

Well, what do you
expect me to do about it?

I mean, as long as
the murder remains unsolved, the media are going to hang around. Sam-

Then get it solved.
[Sighs]

Find out what happened, Jessica,
and get 'em the hell outta here. Your mess. You clean it up.

[Sighs]

[Chattering]

[Phone Rings]
Mr. Fish?

Hill House?
George, this is Jessica Fletcher.

I don't think
I care to talk to you right now, ma'am.

Look, George, if you want to get rid of
the mob that is cluttering up the lobby, please help me.

Last evening, I understand
that Mr. Keats's wife called him.

Could you tell me the time
and the number in California that she was calling from?

The time was about 7:00,
but, uh, she wasn't callin' from California.

Left a local number.

Local?
555-8901.

That's the Idle Hour Motel
up near the interstate.

Thank you.

Now, Sheriff, this big bald man.
You're sure you'd recognize him if you saw him again?

A big ugly fella like that?
Huh, that's not a face one's likely to forget.

Okay, let's take a look.

Because I love to show off
my art collection.

Oh, that's him!
That's the fella I saw runnin' from the boat.

Run it back.

Freeze it.

Well, I think we've just got us a
sensational ending for our special.

More than that, I hope.

Mr. Ross may hope it ends there,
but I've been promised-

The world lost a great man,
Miss Roman. He was a credit to his profession.

He was a lowdown,
two-timing snake.

I really can't think of anything
good to say about him, living or dead.

Well, 3,000 miles is an
awfully long way to travel to vent your wrath, Mrs. Keats.

Surely, you could have
called him from home.

I thought
if we sat down and talked,

maybe things could be
better between us.

What made you change your mind?

When my taxi pulled up to the hotel,

I saw Kevin and Paula Roman...

leaving together,
and the way he looked at her-

Why didn't you go back home?

What? And duck a good fight?
I wanted him to know how I felt.

And then when he finally took my calls,
he didn't want to listen.

Then you didn't actually
meet or talk with him at all.

Look, I didn't kill him
if that's what you're getting at.

I wanted him alive
in a courtroom,

where I could watch his face
while my lawyer carved up his assets.

Well, now that he's dead,
I suppose you'll get it all. [Phone Rings]

I can see how that would be
considered a motive.

Is there a Mrs. Fletcher here?

Excuse me.

Thank you. Hello?

- Jessica?
- Wylie? How did you know where l-

George Fish. You're not
the only detective in town. Is Mrs. Keats there?

- Yes.
- Would you do me a favor?

Ask her how many toes
her husband had?

Uh-huh. Uh, Mrs. Keats-

- Toes?
- It's important.

[Sighs]
Uh, Mrs. Keats, how many toes did your husband have?

[Laughs]
Well, 10. Doesn't everyone?

- Wylie-
- Unless she said eight,

the fella I've got lyin' here on the table
is not the late Kevin Keats.

[Amos]
Aw, now, doggone it, Doc, that's impossible.

I saw Kevin Keats
get on that boat.

[Wylie]
That may be, but the man whose remains were fished out of the bay...

had only three toes
on his left foot.

Meaning that he was
injured in the explosion?

No. The other two were removed
surgically some time ago by surgical amputation.

Okay, now, hold it.
I want to get this down. Now which two were they?

Both phalanges of the third
and fourth pedal digits.

I've already called Seth at his sister's.
I figured if anyone in town were missing toes, he'd know.

And?
No one he ever treated.

Which means that
we're dealing with a stranger.

And we've got a whole lot of those
in town these days.

[Jessica]
I've got another one for you. Huh?

If the dead man isn't Kevin Keats,
then where is Kevin Keats?

[Woman] Mayor Booth,
how does it feel having a killer running loose in your community?

You say there's a killer here.
It's my feelin' he's long gone by now.

Certainly not one of my neighbors.
Outsider for sure.

[Woman] And what is Sheriff
Tupper doing about it? Has he requested help from the state police?

No need. Us Cabot Covers can
handle our own problems.

Be a lot easier without strangers
and outsiders buttin' in. I can tell you that.

Has SheriffTupper explained
to your satisfaction...

how a bomb got aboard a boat
that he leased to the victim?

[Sam]
Lady, just point that contraption in somebody else's direction!

[Chattering]

Where the-
Where have you been?

I didn't know I was lost.
When your office doesn't know where you are, you are lost.

Nick, look, you are sitting on
the hottest story of the year.

The ratings on this are going
to shoot through the roof. The network is going all out on promos.

So, please, Nick, give me
a show to go with that hype.

Listen, while you've been playing
The Little Man Who Wasn't There, we've been working our butts off here.

And without Doug Helman,
the indispensable producer.

You don't suppose that Doug
killed Kevin and then split, do you?

My money was on you.

I'm afraid you're both wrong.
Mrs. Fletcher.

Oh, Richard Abbott.
What was that enigmatic remark? Have they caught the killer now?

No, but Kevin Keats,
apparently, is very much alive.

You've got to be kidding.
No.

[Nick]
If it wasn't Keats they fished out of the drink, just who was it?

Remember earlier we were talking
about Mr. Helman's absence,

and you joked that he was probably
off somewhere climbing a mountain?

- On the coast of Maine?
- Mountain climbing, frostbite-

The body that was fished out of the harbor
had two toes missing on his left foot.

Doug. Th-That's crazy.

That's unbelievable,
unbelievable.

What a segment.

Keats thought dead.

Keats not dead.
Producer dies in mysterious explosion. You got a real twist there.

[Claps]
Guys, this is gonna be better than the secret of Al Capone's vaults.

Brody, I want you on this right away.
I want a reedit and rewrite by Wednesday.

And I want Paula in on this.
Where is Paula?

I'm here.
So it was Doug that was killed.

Hey, kid, we need
some changes and fast.

I don't feel like changing.
I need help. Can we talk?

Paula, Paula, we've got
a story to get out. Not now.

Listen, Helman didn't even
want you up here. The only reason you came is because Kevin insisted.

Now come on.
Now let's get to work. Let go of me, Nick.

You know where Kevin is, don't you?
You've spoken to him?

Yes, but how did you know?
Paula, you trust me. Who would Kevin trust?

[Sigh]
Oh, Jessica, I couldn't believe it when he called my room.

He had to keep telling me
over and over that I wasn't dreaming.

[Sigh]
I was laughing and crying just like a schoolgirl.

He's going to call back tonight.

When he calls, tell him that
he must come forward and explain what happened on that boat.

Lfhe stays in hiding,
it could be too easily misinterpreted.

He's hiding because
someone tried to kill him. He was lucky to escape.

Look, the town is swarming
with reporters,

but I could arrange for the sheriff
to come to my house this evening, say, after dark?

All right. If only Doug hadn't
taken me off my assignment.

That's when it began.
That was a ridiculous meeting in Doug's office.

Well, then if that's when it began,
I want to hear about it- everything.

[Amos]
Then you admit that Mr. Helman forced you to come...

to Cabot Cove for this assignment
against your will?

No, that was a put-on, an act.
Doug and I thought it up together.

I was sure my death threats
were tied in with the pressure being put on the network...

for me to drop the story about
my drug-dealing art collector.

So we thought
we'd take the heat off...

by pretending to drop the story
and reassigning me to Cabot Cove.

Why Cabot Cove?
Why not go to Nebraska and cover a boy on a girls' basketball team?

That'd be fine except for one thing.
We had a secret witness hiding nearby here in New Hampshire,

who had agreed to talk to me
and only me about Ron Ross...

and some ofhis other
South American drug connections.

New Hampshire?
Two hours by car.

Uh, but you didn't take a car.
You took a boat. That was supposed to be my cover.

Oh, I see. You wanted everyone
to believe that you were on a boat in the middle of the harbor,

whereas you were really
on your way to New Hampshire.

Exactly. You know,
I really meant to finish our interview first,

but then along came
the sheriff here and forced me to accelerate my plan.

When'd I do that?

Uh, Amos, I think it was
when you described...

the big fella
getting off the helicopter. Oh.

Gerald Foster.
Ron Ross's enforcer.

With him in town, I had to disappear.
That's when I asked the sheriff for the boat.

Augie Wilkins had the only one
in town for rent, and I couldn't get ahold of him till around 8:00 at night.

And as soon as I heard from you,
I called Doug in New York and told him to get up here on the double.

Now this was the first time
that you formulated your plan? Mm-hmm.

And then he came up here,
and you staged the fight in front of the hotel manager.

- Exactly. Just another part of the act.
- Ah.

Then Mr. Helman was
already on the boat when you got on board?

Funny, I didn't see him.

You weren't supposed to.

See, you or anybody else
watching was supposed to see me get on the boat,

putt-putt out into the harbor.

What they wouldn't see was
Doug take over the helm...

while I slipped over the other side
and swam under the pier.

Mr. Keats,
I was standin' right there when that boat blew up.

Now, you could've come out
of hidin' and hollered to me, but you didn't do that.

No. I didn't.
[Amos] No, you disappeared.

Where'd you go?
What did you do?

[Sighing]
I'm sorry. I can't tell you that.

Well, then I'm afraid I don't think
much of your so-called plan.

It wasn't part of my plan
for the boat to blow up and lose the best friend I ever had.

I don't know how Ross's man did it,
but that bomb was meant for me.

No, I don't think
it could've been Ross's man.

Sheriff, what are you getting at?

Only that if Ross's man somehow knew
that there was going to be a boat,

he'd know which one,
and where it was going to be,

and I didn't even know that
until 8:00 the night before.

Now did you discuss this with
anyone else besides Mr. Helman?

No, and I'm certain Doug didn't either.
I mean, we'd agreed between us to keep our plan a secret.

Well, then Mr. Ross's man
couldn't have known you were going out on a boat...

until he followed you.

Seems to me,
he couldn't have set that bomb.

Do you have any trouble with that,
Mrs. Fletcher?

Actually, Amos, no.

Well, I have trouble with it, Sheriff.

Kevin didn't kill anyone.
Why do you think he turned himself in?

Maybe because
he's a pretty smart fella.

Sorry, ma'am,
but it adds up only one way.

Either Mr. Helman set
that bomb to blow himself up,

or Mr. Keats here did it for him.

[Reporters Chattering]
Where's the sheriff?

Sheriff, are there any new
developments in the case? Sorry, fellas.

Has Kevin Keats signed
a confession yet? No statement, fellas.

Has he explained to you where
he was when he disappeared? I can't talk now!

Amos Tupper.
Miss Polsby.

First of all,
I am not one of the "fellas," hmm?

And secondly, as society editor
of the Cabot Cove Gazette,

I have a right to talk to Kevin Keats.

He's in jail, ma'am, and nobody
from the press gets to see him. Nobody, period.

Then why was Paula Roman
allowed in? I have been told that she is in with him now.

Miss Roman is different.
It's personal. Now if you'll excuse me.

Why is she any different
from the rest of us? Sheriff!

[Yelling Continues]

Nice, huh?
All the comforts of home.

I never should have let you
talk me into coming in.

And what were you gonna to do?
Run? With your face?

You're almost as famous
as Ronald McDonald.

I don't suppose
there's a lawyer on the way?

Not yet.
Look, Kevin, you know what we have out there?

Three networks, two cables,
five independents and the world press.

As long as you're in here,
you belong to Scrutiny. Brody wants me locked up?

[Sighs]
Only until after this special, the former Kevin Keats's eulogy.

[Grunts]
And the sheriffhas even given his permission...

to let you tape
your narration in here.

I don't want to tape
my narration in here. I want outta here!

I'm sorry.
Richard and Nick want you here.

[Scoffs]
To boost their precious ratings, huh?

[Sighing]
Is this how far we've come, babe?

To this? Hmm?
[Sighs]

Mrs. Keats?
Oh, hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'd ask you to join me,
but I've already finished my daily consumption.

Besides that, I have an appointment.

An exclusive interview with
something called Scandal U.S.A.

Oh.
They're paying me a bundle for the inside scoop on a lousy marriage.

Well, this won't take long.
When your husband was in hiding, was he with you?

I wish.
Is that what he told you?

No, but something isn't quite right,
and I'm just trying to sort it out, that's all.

Sounds to me like Kevin's sorted
himself right into a life sentence.

Oh, well, it doesn't matter.
His career was probably in the toilet anyway.

Oh?

I think the network was
getting ready to 86 him.

In a fit of paranoia,
the big fellow told me...

that they had conducted
a confidential audience research.

Oh, yes. Miss Roman
mentioned something about that.

Miss Roman was
always up on things.

And you think that this survey
might have had an unfavorable effect on your husband?

It's just a guess.

I have been waiting years for the
great American public to find out what I have known all along.

[Chuckles]
So long, Mrs. Fletcher.

And if you see my husband,
give him my worst.

[Jessica]
Remember me, Mr. Abbott?

I'm Jessica Fletcher. I was just
on my way up to your room.

I was just on my way out.
Can this wait till tomorrow?

Uh, obviously you know
about, uh, Kevin Keats being under arrest?

Uh, yes I do. They should either
charge him with murder or let him go if they can't prove it.

Well, surely losing your
star anchorman could really hurt you in the ratings?

Oh, so you've heard about
ratings here in Cabot Cove. Oh, we've heard about a lot of things,

including the network
audience survey.

Mrs. Fletcher, that is
supposed to be confidential.

I was hoping that perhaps
you could explain it to me.

Paula said that research
is your area of expertise.

Oh, well,
it's really very simple.

You see, uh, the network is always
testing the popularity of its programs by, uh, sampling its audience.

Aha. Paula seemed to feel
that, uh, you were concerned about the latest survey.

Really?
Yes.

She also said that
you seemed, well, furtive when you mentioned it to Doug Helman.

Does that mean
you didn't want to discuss it in front of the others...

perhaps because of
personnel involvement? Say, one of the three anchors?

Do you read tea leaves too?

[Laughing]
Not very well, Mr. Abbott.

If I did, I might be able to figure out
where you were when your office was unable to reach you.

Those hours when the bomb was
most likely planted on the boat?

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Fletcher,
but you're gonna have to forego me as a suspect.

You see, in Televisionland,
when the, uh, canoe springs a leak, one doesn't bail water.

One just looks for a new canoe.

The morning
Doug Helman was killed, I was having breakfast.

In New York, with the president
of another network.

When I heard the news on the radio,
I, uh, chartered a jet right here to Cabot Cove.

I see.
And did you get the job?

[Laughing]

At this level, one doesn't,
uh, ask for a job,

one lays the groundwork.

[Inhaling]
Mmm. Wonderful air you have up here.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Fletcher.
Good afternoon.

[Knocking, Ringing]
Mrs. Fletcher, could you give us a couple of minutes of your time, please?

- It's the front door again. Reporters.
- Ah, they'll go away.

[Knocking And Ringing Continues]

Darn! I didn't see that.

- I guess I'm not
in the same class as Seth. - Or the class he thinks he's in.

[Doorbell Ringing Continues]
You know, it's funny.

I moved up here to Cabot Cove
for the peace and quiet.

Ah, it doesn't really bother me.

Check.

Huh?

Bishop to king.
You're one away from mate.

You mind if I, uh,
freshen up my coffee?

[Gasp]
I thought you were new to this game?

[Doorbell Ringing]
Nope. I merely said I hadn't been playing as long as Seth.

Who do you think taught me?
[Sigh]

I surrender.

Jessica, I know
your mind is elsewhere. Do you want to talk about it?

I just can't stop thinking
about Kevin Keats's story.

[Scoffs]
That cockeyed plan he made with Helman?

- There had to be an easier way
to slip out of town. - Mm-hmm.

- I don't remember telling you that.
- You didn't.

I overheard you talking to
SheriffTupper on the phone.

[Finger Snapping]
Wylie, give me a ride down to the jail.

I must be sure.

I must ask you exactly
what you discussed with Mr. Helman...

- when you called him in New York
the night before the murder. - We covered all that.

I told him about the boat,
what it looked like, where it was.

Uh, I told him about Ross's enforcer
being in town. What else?

And what did he tell you?
He said he'd catch the night plane to Portland, uh-

I wanted him to bring Paula.
He was against the idea.

He thought she'd get in the way,
but I talked him into it.

Did Mr. Helman review
the timetable of your plan? Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Doug was nothing
if not meticulous.

And were you alone
when you made that call?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, I was in
my room at the Hill House. Uh-huh. Was he alone?

Well, I don't know, l-

Yes, as a matter of fact,
he mentioned his secretary leaving early.

Anyway, I'm certain Doug
would never discuss our plan in front of a third party.

What if he didn't know or care
that there was a third party present?

Oh, if you're looking for Paula,
she just called from her room.

I'm not looking for Paula.
Well, I'd love to chat, but I've got to finish this rewrite.

I'm afraid you'll have to
change the ending too.

[Typing Stops]

Any suggestions?

You might write about a respected
newsman who'd been around so long, he's become a national institution.

He's one of the hosts
of a prime-time news show...

and learns that a fickle audience prefers
the show's bombastic younger man and attractive young woman.

It's my guess that that's the upshot
of the network audience survey...

Doug Helman showed you in his office
when he called you in for a meeting.

You were there
when Kevin Keats called Doug Helman from Cabot Cove.

Who told you that?
You did.

Listen, Helman didn't even
want you up here.

The only reason you came is
because Kevin insisted. Now come on, sweetheart.

That subject was only discussed
on the phone between Kevin Keats and Doug Helman.

Paula must have let it slip.
I just spoke to Paula.

- She didn't.
- Then Doug told me.

When? He went straight from
his office to the airport.

Next morning, he was concealed
on the boat before sunrise and dead a few minutes later.

You had to have heard that
in that office.

Helman told me
I was through.

He said he was sorry but,
if he didn't give in to the network on the small things,

he wouldn't get
anywhere on the big ones.

You can guess how
that made me feel.

The phone rang
as I was starting out,

and he turned his back to me.

- So you stayed to listen.
- I knew he was talking to Kevin.

And I was trying to think of something
that would win Kevin over to my side.

Then I became aware
of what they were getting at, what they were setting up.

That's when I got the idea.
It just flashed in my head...

very clear and very terrifying
because I knew I'd do it.

- How did you get to Cabot Cove?
- I drove all night.

It's not that far. Only 350 miles.

Oh, about the bomb?

Well, you don't get to be
a 63-year-old reporter without learning something.

But what did killing Mr. Helman
solve for you? He was only following the network's orders.

Without Helman, I had
a better than even chance of staying with the show.

I had more experience
than any of them. To hell with the audience research.

So I wasn't young, vicious
or even pretty, but I was the one who could talk sense to them.

I'm a newsman.
I'm not a performer.

I tried to tell Doug that.

But whatever he started out believing,
in the end, he bought the idea...

that the wrapping paper-
the wrapping paper-was more important than the package.

If you don't mind, I'd like
to finish this rewrite while we're waiting for the sheriff.

Just dial nine
for an outside line.

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