All language subtitles for MSW s07e02 Deadly Misunderstanding.eng

Sometimes I wish
that he was dead.

Tonight on "Murder she wrote "...

You better watch your mouth or
you'll be spitting your teeth out!

- Did you say stabbed?
- With a scissors.

- Would you like some herb tea?
- I'm trying to investigate a murder...

What kind of girl
did he think I was?

My embarrassing bicycle
accident is nobody's business.

- Jeff...
- Melissa, what's a matter?

Please help me.

Maybe we should have gone for
the bigger lettering Mr. Devlin.

I think it's adequate for
the purpose, Jeff.

Hi Melissa.

Hi Jeff.

If you're finished there, Mr. Ogden,

- we have a newspaper to get out.
- Sir?

Oh right.

Yes, I'll have it for you
on Friday at the latest.

I'm polishing the last
two chapters now...

with a pencil!

Thank goodness it was my left arm.

Oh yes, I've got
somebody typing for me.

No, it's fine really.

It was just silly fall off my bicycle.

I'll phone you as soon
as I've mailed it off.

Bye.

This is such a wonderful old
typewriter Mrs. Fletcher.

Where did you ever find it?
In an antique shop?

I've had it for a number of years.

- I don't want to interrupt your work.
- Well, I'm ready for a break.

I have to be careful about
not overworking.

My mother says
I have a frail constitution.

I think it just comes from my
being sensitive and creative.

- I suppose that could account for it.
- Did I say I'm taking a writing class?

Yes. I believe you
mentioned it several times.

Well, I don't want
to keep you from your work.

Well this is a short story
that I wrote for the class.

- Isn't that exciting.
- I know it's an imposition,

but since we're almost
collaborators,

maybe you could read it and
tell me if it's any good.

Melissa, I would love to read it,

I can't show it to Ralph. He thinks
all my creative ideas are stupid.

Like his aren't.

You have no idea what it's like
being married to a man...

whose lips move when
he reads traffic signs?

Ah, yes. Well.

- I'll take my coffee and get...
- I don't know what his problem is.

He's always at the lumber yard
doing his billing when I'm at class.

I better go.

He'll be really bent out of shape
if I don't get dinner on the table...

- by the time he gets home.
- But Melissa...

I'll see you in the morning.

Yes, and please make it early.

The manuscript's promised
for Friday.

Yeah, Friday.
No problem.

Hi darling.
How was your day?

It was just wonderful, honey.

What's for dinner?

I didn't see anything in the fridge.

There's a quiche Florentine
on the top shelf.

Oh, is that what that is?

What the hell kind of food is that?

I'm only thinking of
your cholesterol, Ralph.

I'll starve to death before
my cholesterol gets to me.

Don't get grumpy Ralph.

It's better to light a candle
then to stumble in the darkness.

Yeah?

- Who says?
- Emily Dickinson.

One of them at the beauty parlor
been filling your head with baloney?

Or is it somebody in
your writing class?

Just forget it!

"Scott had to get there
before her plane left.

She had to know that it was he
who had saved her reputation,

that he had done it for her,

because of all
the women in the world...

Clarissa was the only
one he could ever love.

But the gate was closed,

the great silver bird slipping
away into the ocean of night.

Scott caught a glimpse of
himself in a glass wall.

A man lost,

"perdu",

and he knew he would
never see Clarissa again."

As you know it is my custom
to read assignments anonymously.

This story certainly
is filled with emotion.

I thought the emotion
was all phony.

I didn't understand
the hero's motivation.

I liked the part where the young
man saved her from suicide.

Get serious grandma.
It's undernourished Fanny Hurst.

Strictly comic book material.

Mr. Garrison.

I was wondering if you
maybe have read my story.

Not yet Melissa.
Perhaps we'll get to it next time.

- Good night.
- Good night.

How are things at Mrs. Fletcher's?
How's her broken arm?

I don't think it's
bothering her very much.

Good.

What did you think of
that story tonight in class?

I thought it was wonderful.
I know exactly how Scott felt.

- So lost and unhappy...
- That was my story.

Really?

Melissa, could we maybe
go for a cup of coffee?

I thought we could talk a little.
You know... about writing.

Well, I guess if it doesn't
take to long that would be ok.

How about the diner?

- I'll follow you.
- Ok.

- Jessica!
- Good morning, Rita. Drew.

How's your arm?

What a terrible thing to have happen.
I just read about it in the paper.

Yes, so did I.

It's really nothing. More of an
inconvenience than anything else.

I understand one of my students
is helping you with your typing.

- Bless you!
- I think he's getting a cold.

They're forecasting rain,
my sinuses confirm it.

- Nice to see both of you.
- Bye.

Jeff, you don't bury the school
board's major decision in...

the fifth paragraph,
you lead with it.

Right. You're right Mr. Devlin.
I'll rework that.

Hi Mrs. Fletcher.

- Hi Jeff.
- J.B. Fletcher,

our community's most
distinguished citizen.

I should think Bennet Devlin,
lately of the Washington Globe,

winner of the Pulitzer Prize,
would have that honor now.

No, that's all behind me.

It's just plain Ben Devlin,

country editor, citizen,
neighbor and friend.

Please, be seated.

I'm sorry to greet my new neighbor,
citizen and friend with a problem,

but I must protest
about this item on page 2.

What is it you find distasteful?

Two columns about
my fall from a bicycle!

Including the fact that I took
the knee out of my favorite slacks.

I'm surprised you didn't
publish the X-ray of my arm.

- Are the facts in error?
- No, no.

The problem is that there are more
facts than are anybody's business,

considering the fact that I don't
remember giving an interview.

We have a duty to publish what we
consider news on a prominent citizen.

And I have a right to my privacy.

The fact is Mr. Devlin,

my embarrassing bicycle accident...

is nobody's business.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you have put your finger on it.

The right to privacy versus
the public's right to know,

that's something we could have
a discussion about over dinner.

- How about this evening?
- Thanks, but I'm busy.

Is that a temporary "no" or have
I botched things up permanently?

What I mean, is that I'm not making
any plans until I finish my book.

Good. I came back to
Cabot Cove for peace and quiet,

not to rust. We'll make
it some other time then.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I have a pea green reporter...

I have to continue chewing out.

Thanks for stopping by.

Mr. Ogden, may I
see you in here please.

Trudy, you ever decide to deliver
put me down for a regular order.

That's what I'm looking for,
a sweet talking man who delivers.

You better count his money twice.

Make sure he's not cheating you.

A man who don't pay his bills...

shouldn't cry when they
come and repossess the goods.

You overcharged me for
those lousy building materials,

then you sneak around
my back filing liens.

Come on Hank, that's enough.

You waited until I lost
my job at the bakery...

then he forecloses on my house.

Only a crook could do
something like that!

You better watch your mouth or
you'll be spiting your teeth out!

You chill out before I book someone
for disturbing my piece of pie.

This guy's pathetic.

This isn't over yet Maddox.

You haven't heard
the end of this yet!

Hank, go on back in the kitchen
and put an ice bag on your mouth.

- Where is everybody?
- Hi Melissa.

Class is cancelled. I guess
Mr. Garrison is sick.

- I hope it's nothing serious.
- Yeah, me too.

This is sure a wasted evening,
my husband's working late again.

It doesn't have to be wasted.
Maybe we could study together.

I wrote another story. I'd really
like to get your opinion on it.

I'd sure hate to go back
to that big empty house...

on a stormy night.

Then we'll go to my place.

"Mark drove through
the inky night...

thinking of her,
how beautiful she was...

how noble.

She would never leave
her invalid husband,

she had made that painfully plain
at their last and final rendezvous.

He would have to be content
knowing that she loved him.

He would wait if it took forever."

That's beautiful.

- Really sad.
- You liked it?

It's like real life.

I'm sorry my story made you sad.

It's not your story.

It just reminds me of
my own lousy, miserable life.

My husband Ralph, a really sweet guy.

This is really none of my business,

but if you're so unhappy,
why don't you leave him?

And do what? Support myself
by typing part-time?

I feel so trapped.

Sometimes I wish that he was dead.

Look at the time...

I have to go.

He's gonna be home soon.

- I'm sorry Melissa.
- For what?

You're very sweet Jeff.
If things were different...

- Hello?
- Jessica? Ben Devlin.

I hope I'm not disturbing you
calling at this ungodly hour.

At 10 o'clock?

Some people in Cabot Cove actually
stay up until after midnight.

- Did I catch you reading?
- Working.

Yes, so am I.

Not that much to do around
here after dark, is there?

If we have a disco,
I haven't heard about it.

How about a good restaurant?

By Washington standards... doubtful.

Immaterial.
It's the company that counts.

Look Jessica,
I'm bored out of my mind.

What about that dinner
we're going to have?

- I told you. I'm busy.
- Nonsense. You have to eat.

We'll discuss anything you like,
if we argue, I'll let you win.

I can't be fairer than that.
Please...

My brain is turning to gruel.

I do have some errands to do in
the village tomorrow morning.

How about breakfast?

Great. 8 o'clock.
I'm an early riser.

And as I said, if we get in an
argument, I’LL let you win,

no matter how flimsy
your points may be.

- Good night.
- Good night.

"Your lips...

burn my soul."

- Hello?
- Jeff...

Melissa!

What's a matter?

Please help me.

- Jeff, can you come over here?
- Of course.

I'll be there in 5 minutes.
What happened?

There's been an accident.

What happened?

Did he hit you?

No. I found him
like this when I came home.

It must have been
a burglar or something.

- I better call the sheriff.
- We can't.

They'll think that I killed him.
Just like you did?

No... I don't even
know why I said that.

Everybody knows how he treated me,
how miserable he made me.

I thought it all out and it's better
if they find him at the lumber yard.

You mean move him?

Why not? The Sheriff will just
think it was some a robber there.

That's crazy.

- Why don't we just tell the truth?
- Oh the truth!

That I was over at your house an
hour ago kissing you on the bed.

They'll think that
you and I did it together.

Jeff, you have to help me.

You are the only one
I can count on.

No, not in your car.
In his car.

Right. The car should be there too.

- We got to get rid of these.
- What is it?

The dirty towels. I cleaned up.

Alright.

Ok, we can come
back for my car later.

- What if they see us together?
- Right.

Yeah. It's better if you stay here.
I'll deal with it.

Ok. I don't know
what I'd do without you.

- Be careful. Don't get caught.
- Ok.

Nobody cheats Hank Crenshaw
and gets away with it.

I was skimming one of
your books last night.

You have the makings of
a first rate reporter.

Great eye for detail.

I'd rather be a first rate
mystery writer.

The plot was interesting
and sort of fun.

In journalism we have to
guard against being too creative.

Who, what, where and when.
Just the facts ma'am.

That's a gross simplification.

We have to find the story
behind the story.

There's a certain amount
of that in mystery writing too.

- You managing ok with that arm?
- Oh yeah.

Jeff tells me you have
someone typing for you.

Melissa Maddox.

Is that the Melissa,
the sad and soulful eyes...

- in the creative writing class.
- The very same.

I think my young reporter
lusts after her.

She's probably the reason
he's taking that class.

That is one mystery solved.

Your article,
the great bicycle accident.

Jeff must have got all
his details from Melissa.

We always protect our source ma'am.

Yeah, and the source is sitting,
typing in my house right now.

Which is where I should be going.

Thank you for a charming breakfast.

- Next time it's on me.
- Wouldn't have it any other way.

What do you think sheriff?

Maddox was using this gasoline
to clean grease off his hands.

Floyd, that gasoline was
splashed all over the place.

More likely he caught somebody
trying to torch the lumber yard.

Better be careful with that can.

Who'd want to burn down
Ralph's business?

Somebody with a grudge.

Right at the top of that list
is Hank Crenshaw.

He's been real sore ever since
Ralph foreclosed on him.

Get that gas can over to the lab
and have 'em check for prints.

I better break the news
to Maddox's wife.

Trudy, did you hear what happened?

Ralph Maddox is dead. He was
murdered at the lumber yard.

You're kidding?
When?

Last night. Roscoe found him
when he came to work in the morning.

Melissa.

- Are you alright?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm just a little bit
worried about Ralph.

- he didn't come home last night.
- Does he do that often?

My writing class was cancelled,

and I went straight home and took
a couple of sleeping pills...

and went to bed early.

Maybe he came home after
you went to sleep...

and then left before you woke up.

Coming.

- Oh Sheriff.
- Hi Mrs. Fletcher.

It's Mrs. Maddox I came to see.
I'm afraid I've got bad news.

What is it Sheriff?
Has there been an accident?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this,
but you're husband's dead.

I'm afraid he was murdered.

No...

Poor Ralph...

I'm so sorry.

He was stabbed sometime last night,

at the lumber yard.

I told him not to work so late.

He always worked too hard.

- Poor Ralph.
- Mrs. Maddox,

did you ever hear anybody make
any threats against your husband?

Threats? Yeah.

Hank Crenshaw phoned several
times and he said that...

He owed Ralph a lot of money,
and Ralph foreclosed on him.

Did you ever hear Crenshaw say
anything about burning down the yard?

- Arson?
- Attempted anyway.

As a matter of fact he did. He said
he'd burn down Ralph's business.

Did Ralph ever report these
threats to the Sheriff?

Nope. but it fits.

I had to break up a fight
between them yesterday at the cafe.

Drew, I just heard on the radio.
Ralph Maddox has been murdered.

How awful.

Ralph, who?

You know, the man who
owns the building supply place.

Someone stabbed him.

Can't say I know him.

Sure you do.
His wife's in your class.

Oh Melissa Maddox.

We suppose we should
send flowers or something.

Did you say stabbed?

With a scissors.
That's what the radio said.

Cabot Cove is getting to be
as bad as New York city.

I'm off to the market.
Bye darling.

I asked you a question, Hank.
Where were you last night?

I was home, watching TV.

Ralph Maddox is dead.

- Maybe you heard?
- Yeah, I heard.

If you're collecting for flowers,
you can count me out.

You made a lot of threats
against him yesterday.

Hell Sheriff. Come on.
You can't arrest people for talking.

Hank, we found a gasoline can
at the lumber yard last night,

prints all over it.

If you were home
watching TV last night,

you won't mind coming in to
have us check your finger prints?

You got a problem with that,
I can get a warrant.

Ok. I hated the scumbag,
but I didn't kill him.

No sir. Not me,
but I know who did.

When I was finished watching TV,
and the rain had stopped...

I went for a little walk,
I happened to go by the lumber yard.

With gas can under your arm.

Somebody pulled up in Ralph's car
and dumped his body out of the trunk.

This somebody who dumped Ralph's
body beside the car...

and you just walked
on by whistling, right?

- Why didn't you report it?
- I couldn't.

You had it figured right.

I was down there to
burn the place down.

So this somebody you saw dumping
the body, was it Big Foot?

Or maybe the
Ghost of Christmas Past?

No, I saw him real clear.

It's that young fellow
from down at the newspaper.

Jeff Ogden.

I'm afraid it won't be
mailed off Friday.

You see I've lost my typist.

Just temporarily, due to
a death in the family.

I'm sorry,
but there's someone at the door.

I'll try to line up another typist.

Yes, I’LL let you know.

I'm coming.

Jessica, I'm not
interrupting anything am I?

- Well as a matter of...
- Oh good.

I'm doing some background
on the Maddox murder...

and I figured your
the person to talk to.

I can't imagine why.

Did you hear about Hank Crenshaw.

Yes. Eve Simpson just called.

I'm afraid the local grapevine
has the gazette beat every time.

Yeah? Sometimes,
they even get it right.

Now, about Melissa Maddox...

From what I've been able to sniff out,
she had a marriage made in hell.

Information Central down at
Loretta's Beauty Parlor...

has had that for quite some time.

Since Melissa's worked for you, did
she say anything about her husband,

anything to indicate
she was at the breaking point.

Look here Ben. Anything that Melissa
might have told me was in confidence.

I'm not in the habit of babbling
domestic gossip to the newspapers.

Hello?

It's for you.

Devlin.

When?

Why?

Where?

You forgot "Who".

How do you like that? While
I've been wasting my time here...

the Sheriff came to the newspaper
and arrested Jeff Ogden.

You're wrong!

- I don't know anything about a murder.
- No?

How come somebody saw you dumping
Ralph's body in the lumber yard?

Why don't you make
it easy on yourself...

- and tell me what happened.
- Hold it. Hold it.

Don't say a word Jeff,
not until you talk to a lawyer.

Hold on there Mr. Devlin.

I already told him
he could call a lawyer...

- but he wanted you instead.
- Good.

What evidence to you have
against this young man?

- I don't know that’s your business.
- Wrong.

I'm representing Mr. Ogden
"in loco parentis".

Loco what?

Ben, "in loco parentis" means
"in place of a parent".

Same thing.
I'm his acting attorney.

So let's hear it.
What have you got on him?

His fingerprints all over
the trunk of the victim's car...

from which the body was removed
according to an eye witness.

- Circumstantial and Hearsay.
- Oh yeah?

Then there's a plastic bag we
found in the suspect's trunk.

I certainly hope you
had a search warrant.

Would you stop interrupting
the Sheriff and let him finish.

Thanks Mrs. F.

Where was I?

You found a plastic bag.

Right.

Inside the garbage bag
were some bloody towels...

and a pair of scissors.

Probably the murder weapon.

I'd like to confer privately
for a moment with my client.

If you don't mind.

Alright son, here's the deal:
you give me exclusive rights,

the Gazette will hire you
the best lawyer in the county.

I'm sorry Mr. Devlin, but I have
nothing to say, even to you.

I don't care if that guy's
got a dozen Nobel prizes,

he's screwing up my investigation.

- Pulitzers.
- Whatever.

Am I missing something or was...

the murder committed somewhere else
and the body was moved to the yard?

That's how I read it.

I sure wish Doc wasn't on vacation,

this county guy's got
a head like a watermelon.

Ok Mr. Devlin, times up.
Floyd, you wanna put him in a cell.

I got a deadline to make anyway.

I don't want you questioning
my client unless I'm present.

And no reporters.

So much for freedom of the press.

- I know this isn't by business...
- Yeah, when did that start?

I really do think
you should question Melissa again.

- Do you know something I don't.
- Not really. It's a hunch.

Ok. We'll both take a whack at her.

When it comes to questioning
hysterical widows, I need back up.

You'll do just fine.

Just keep it gentle
and low key.

Low key?
Right.

Don't you understand Sheriff?

I just lost my husband,
why are you badgering me?

Ma'am all I asked was if you
and Ralph were happy together.

Happy?
What do you mean "happy"?

Happy. Like when married
people... like each other.

Are you talking about appearances
or genuine feelings?

Ma'am if you don't mind,
I'd like to ask the questions.

What was your relationship
with Jeff Ogden?

Mr. Ogden?
Why do you ask?

Because we just arrested him
for your husband's murder.

- Did he confess?
- No, he denies everything.

- But if you ask me lady...
- Melissa,

I think I will have
that cup of herb tea.

- Sorry?
- When we got here...

you offered us a cup of tea.

Wouldn't you like
some herb tea, Sheriff?

Mrs. F. I'm trying to
investigate a murder here.

Yeah... I guess I would like some.

Lemon or milk?

Just plain for the two of us,
thanks.

Every time I ask that broad
a question, she answers with one.

Sheriff, have you notice anything
interesting about this desk set?

That's the same design as on the
handle of the scissors we found...

in Jeff Ogden's trunk.

And from the looks of the carpet,
this desk has been moved.

Damp.
Like it's been washed recently.

I have a feeling
Ralph Maddox was killed right here.

I should have figured this from
the get go, they were in it together.

So, your husband came home and
found the two of you together.

No!

Maddox could get violent,
maybe it was self defense.

- Don't admit anything Melissa.
- There must be some explanation.

The evidence is overwhelming.

Alright, alright.
We did move the body.

- No Melissa!
- But that's all we did.

Ralph was dead when I got home...

and I panicked, because I was
afraid of this, of what you'd think.

So Jeff and I decided that we'd
move the body to the lumber yard.

Jeff? Why was he there?

He wasn't there. I phoned him
and he said he would help me.

You two decided to move the body
after you found him dead?

Yes. I cleaned up the mess. Jeff
took the body to the lumber yard...

and he was supposed to get rid of
the scissors, but I guess he forgot.

Jeff, what do you have
to say about all this?

That's the way it happened.

I can see I'm wasting time here.
Floyd, put 'em back in the lock up.

This story is just bizarre
enough to be true.

Ok. Ok Mrs. Maddox.
Let's say I believe your story.

Your husband was already dead
when you came home from class.

That's right.

Wait a minute. You told me that
the writing class had been cancelled.

It was. Mr. Garrison was sick.
So Jeff and I read a story together.

Let me guess...
In his bedroom?

Well yes, but I left there...

because I knew my husband was
coming home from the lumber yard.

He always works late
on my class nights.

Take your time and think about this.

Was there time after you left
Ogden's place for him...

to get to your house ahead of you
and maybe kill your husband?

Well I did drive around
before I went home and...

and I parked a little while
to clear my head.

Didn't you say that you phoned Jeff
after you got home and found Ralph?

Mrs. F., Do you mind?
I'm trying to make a point.

So you and Ogden were sneaking
around behind your husband's back.

No. Ok...

Jeff is in love with me,
and I never encouraged him at all.

But he begged me to leave Ralph
and said he was desperate to have me.

What about it?

Was there time for him to get
there ahead of you and stab him?

Well I guess... he could have.

What do you think about
the story Jessica?

Wonderful if you believe in
trial by the Fourth Estate.

That is a totally unbiased story,
and you know it.

For heaven's sake Ben.

You've crucified them both,
especially Melissa.

And I was certainly right about her.

Don't you see.

Jeff is a lovesick puppy dog.
The woman is using him.

Melissa Maddox killed her husband,
maybe in self defense,

then duped Jeff into
helping her cover up.

Yes, he does seem more interested
in protecting Melissa than himself.

Cabot Cove Gazette.
Devlin here.

Who is this?

When?

Are you sure of that?

Hold on, I have to have your name.

You're slipping. You forgot
"what" and "where".

The good old anonymous phone tip.

Deep Throat is alive and well
and living in Cabot Cove.

Is it something you care to share
with me before your readers get it.

A lady said she saw Ralph Maddox come
out of a bar in River Bend at 9.30...

- with a lady.
- So he lied to Melissa.

He wasn't at the lumber yard.

While Melissa was leading Jeff...

down the garden path
in writing class,

Ralph was sneaking around
with Trudy Ludwig.

Trudy?

That's what the anonymous caller
said Maddox was at the bar with.

And they had a hell of a fight
in the parking lot.

So Ralph and I had an argument.
It doesn't mean I killed him.

What was going on between
you and Maddox?

For Pete's sake!
They were having an affair...

And he probably told her
he wouldn't leave his wife.

Affair?

It was more like a one night stand.
At least that was Ralph's game plan.

2 drinks and he wanted to go
to a motel on a first date.

What kind of girl
did he think I was?

But Trudy, you knew that
Ralph was married.

Yeah sure but I also knew he'd
been seeing somebody for months.

He gave me this sad story about
just breaking up with his girlfriend.

- Men...
- Do you have any idea who she was?

He didn't say
and I wasn't interested.

If that's all there was to it,
how'd you get that bruise?

Like I said, Ralph had romantic
plans, and I wasn't buying.

I told him to take me home and
on the way we got a flat tire.

It didn't help
sweeten up his disposition.

That tracks. We found
a flat in Ralph's trunk,

which accounts for the dirt
and grease on his hands.

In front of my house he made
another pass, so I slapped him,

he slapped me right back.
He took off. End of story.

So he was still alive
the last time you saw him.

He was alive alright. Maybe alive
enough to go home and hit on his wife.

I guess that's when she got
him with those scissors, right?

- This changes everything.
- I thought you better read it.

A badly written story of a sensitive
wife with a goon fir a husband...

who's having a steamy love affair
with her English teacher.

A suave, cultured,
sophisticated older man.

The cultured professor fights it out
with the mean husband with daggers.

The lover kills the husband and
carries the wife into the silk sheets.

We've got the wrong boyfriend here.

As soon as Floyd gets her that
lady's got a lot of explaining to do.

Of course the story doesn't
really prove anything.

But in my experience,
beginners...

usually write about things
that tend to be autobiographical.

So in this scenario Melissa's
lover is her teacher, Drew Garrison.

Wait a minute.

The writing class
was cancelled that night,

So Melissa sets herself up with
an alibi with Jeff, the schnook...

while Garrison sneaks over
there and stabs her husband.

It's not a very clever alibi,
under the circumstances.

Sheriff, this is ridiculous.

I have already told you
everything I know.

Yeah?

Why don't you tell me about
this story you wrote Mrs. Maddox?

Floyd, where did
you get that umbrella?

It was raining real hard and
Mrs. Maddox got it from her closet.

Of course, it was raining
the night of the murder.

And it rained on the
4th of July picnic, so what?

The last time I saw that
umbrella, or one exactly like it...

was the day before the murder
and Drew Garrison was carrying it.

Mrs. Maddox, I think you
better tell us the truth.

Well can I have a cup of coffee?

Drew did it for me.

He couldn't see me unhappy married
to a man who never appreciated me.

So you planned it together?

No, no exactly.
I mean, isn't it obvious?.

He didn't want me to be involved.

That's the way Drew is,
so thoughtful and considerate.

It's hard to believe this
was all his idea.

Well it's true.

I didn't know he was going to do it.
I wasn't there.

Then how can you be sure
that Drew killed him?

I wouldn't have known if I hadn't
seen his car pulling away.

And I found his umbrella
next to Ralph's body.

Drew is in love with me,
and I know how he feels,

even though he never
exactly expressed it.

All we have to do is
look at each other.

But how could you let everyone
think that Jeff did it?

I never said that Jeff killed Ralph.
He said that Jeff killed Ralph.

I'm gonna need a statement.

That woman's story
is totally ridiculous.

I was at home with a bad cold
the night that man was murdered.

I can verify that and I'd be
willing swear to it in court...

if the charges weren't so laughable.

- Nobody's laughing Mrs. Garison.
- As for me being her lover...

That's even more ridiculous.

That's not how it reads
in that story she wrote.

I mean you did read it?

Yes. I was absolutely
embarrassed by it.

Not only was it dreadfully written,

she modeled her 2 dimensional
character hero on me.

The poor child fantasized
the whole thing.

Jessica, many of Drew's
students form crushes on him.

Something about my husband that
appeals to the immature female.

Melissa wasn't the first.

Surely you understand.

- Yes, I suppose, but...
- Lost in a dream world,

married to a man who terrified her.

No doubt she was sexually repressed.

And when her husband came home
after drinking...

and he put his greasy,
filthy hands on her...

well, she must have felt
total revulsion...

and she lashed out at him with the
nearest thing at hand, the scissors.

I never left the house that night,
I was too sick.

Rita gave me one of those
night time cold preparations,

and I dozed right off.

She was even nice enough to go
out in the rain and get aspirin.

How very thoughtful of her.

- And did she take her own car?
- Yes of course I did.

No, your car was in for
repairs darling, remember?

You must have taken mine.

And it was raining,

so you did take an umbrella,
didn't you, Rita?

You fool.

It was you, in Drew's car, that
Melissa saw driving away...

just before she discovered the body.

You left the umbrella.

What are they talking about darling?

What am I missing here?

Why would you kill Ralph Maddox?

Remember what Trudy said.

About Ralph just breaking up
with woman he'd been seeing.

Possibly a woman who had
free evenings while...

her husband was teaching night class.

Ralph had a pas while
Melissa was in class too.

That's disgusting.

I'm sorry, Rita.
But you've given yourself away.

There's no way that you could have
known about Ralph's soiled hands,

unless you'd been there
when he got back home.

That wasn't in the newspaper.

You... and Ralph Maddox?

Were you out of your mind?

At least he didn't drop Latin
phrases at the dinner table.

Or whistle Mozart in the shower.

He was a real man...

and he made me feel like a woman.

Ralph phoned me that night,

he wanted to get back together.

Drew was in bed with
one of his silly colds.

Ralph was wet and dirty.

He'd been drinking.

He thought he could snap his fingers
and it'll all be the same as it was.

Then he told me he'd been with Trudy
and she'd turned him down.

Suddenly I saw him for what he was.

I felt unclean.

And then he put those filthy
hands on me and...

I don't even remember when
I grabbed the scissors.

Really?
When?

My Goodness!

Well Seth is everything alright?

You're sure?

Alright.
Give Margie my love.

And I'll see you when you get back.

Right. Bye.

That was Seth Hazlitt. His daughter
was expecting a baby 4 days ago,

but now it looks as if
it'll be another week.

The joys of parenthood.
I can't wait to meet this guy.

I hear he's even more pigheaded
and opinionated that you are.

- Thanks.
- You know Jessica,

I really should be annoyed with you
for phoning me for the big finish...

- when Rita Garison confessed.
- I hadn't planned it, believe me.

And Melissa fantasized the whole
affair with Drew Garrison?

Compared to her husband,
Drew was a dream lover.

Drew apparently,
hardly even thought about it...

until he turned up in her story.

I should have figured it.

I knew the killer was a woman.
I had that right.

All those years on the big city paper,
you have an instinct.

Which reminds me, I couldn't
interest you in a job could I?

Just for a few days until I can
find myself a new reporter.

What happened to Jeff Ogden?

Gone off to the big city
to lick his wounds.

Melissa totally disillusioned him.

It's good for him.
Toughen him up.

He might even make a good
newspaper man someday.

Thanks for the offer, but
journalism is your beat, not mine.

Writing is writing.

Some of our best authors...

have been newspaper men
at one time.

Hemingway, Forsyth, Ben Hecht...

Is this the one argument that
you're going to let me win? I hope.

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