All language subtitles for MSW s06e02 Seal off the Confessional.eng

Would you hear
my confession, Father, please?

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

...extremely anguishing
moral dilemma.

Hearing someone confess
that they'd committed a crime?

A laceration to the spleen,
probably caused by a knife.

This is my knife. It...

Don't you lie to me.

I don't know
what I would do if you weren't here.

It didn't give me
any pleasure to tell the sheriff what I saw.

What I don't get,
Mrs. F, is who calls you.

And I think the less you know,
the better.

BARNES: Right, Eddie, run.

That's awesome!

Now, run faster.

Let's go.
We can get it.

You can get it.

Hold that down.
It's going. It's going.

Don't let go!

That's it!

Keep running. Nice
and straight. Keep running.

All right. You okay?
Yeah.

Here we go!

All right!

(LAUGHS)

EDDIE: It's flying.

All right!

Oh, no.

Oh, no.
It's okay. Come on, we'll get it.

(LAUGHING)

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

Oh, hey, hey, hey, wait.
It's okay!

Come on back.
Eddie!

I'm terribly...
Are you all right?

Oh, yes, I'm fine.

I can't say the same
for your kite.

I apologize for Eddie
running off like that.

He scares easily.

Oh, yes, yes, I know.

I tutored him once
in English.

You're a teacher?
Well, so am I.

Retired teacher.
Jessica Fletcher.

Donald Barnes.
Hello.

Haven't I seen you
jogging past my house the past couple of days?

Yeah, that's me.

I haven't been in
Cabot Cove very long,

but I already know
which streets have the unfriendly dogs.

Ah, yes.

Wait a minute.
Jessica...

Do you mean J.B. Fletcher?
Mmm-hmm.

Do you know, I used
one of your books in my English class last year.

We talked plotting,
dialogue, structure.

You wouldn't believe
how much ninth graders

prefer murder and mayhem
over Silas Marner.

Well, that's very flattering.

You know, when I taught
freshman English,

I used to use
The Maltese Falcon. It never missed.

Listen, you know,
I'm gonna be in town for a couple of weeks.

Do you think that we might
get together over coffee and talk books sometime?

I think that would be
a marvelous idea.

Why don't we have
breakfast tomorrow?

Father?

Can I help you?

Where's Father Molloy?

Well, he's in Ireland
visiting his family.

I'm Father Barnes.

I'm filling in
for a few weeks.

Oh, God.

Are you all right?

Do you want
to sit down?

No, no. No, I...

Please,
is there anything I can do to help?

Yes, um...

Would you hear
my confession?

Now, Father?

In the name of the Father,
Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It has been four weeks
since my last confession.

I...

I killed a man tonight.

(KELLY SNIFFLING)

Did you mean to kill him?

No.

I mean,

I... I had a knife,

and when he came
toward me, I...

I knew he wanted
to hurt me,

and when he grabbed me,
I stabbed him.

So you were
defending yourself.

I guess so.

Since God cares
about our intentions,

and since you're
obviously remorseful...

But I'm not.

Look, I swear
I didn't mean to kill him,

but I'm not sorry I did it.

He was evil.
He deserved to die.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, what have I done?

(CRYING)
Please forgive me, please.

Look,

based on what you've told me,
you acted in self-defense.

And I'm sure that
when you go to the police...

No.

I can't do that.

No. That... That would
kill her to know that.

Oh, God. I never
should have come here.

Miss!

Here you go, Mort.
Coffee, two sugars, and a cheese Danish.

Thanks, Jimmie.

Okay.

Hey, Mrs. Fletcher!

Oh, good morning, Sheriff.

What are you doin' there,

catchin' up
on the competition?

I'm just reacquainting
myself with my old friend, Sir Walter Scott.

Ever read Lady of the Lake?

No.

I saw the movie
with Robert Montgomery and Audrey Totter.

Oh, there's my date
for breakfast.

Hey, Father Barnes!
Just the guy I wanted to see.

Uh-oh, sounds like trouble.

Oh, no, no.

Matter of fact,
it's been so quiet around here

the past few months,
you could hear the grass grow.

(CHUCKLES)

What it is
is this, Padre.

Now, me and the missus
are basically nondenominational,

but to Adele,
bingo's kind of a religion.

And she was
just wondering if...

Tell her not to worry.

We'll have it Saturday night
at 7:00, as usual.

Father Molloy tells me
we can't afford not to have it.

You have just made
my wife's life very happy,

and mine.

I'll see you.

Mrs. Fletcher,
enjoy your breakfast.

Thank you.

So, Father Barnes...

Oh, please,
call me Donald.

Why didn't you tell me
you were a priest as well as a teacher?

Well, do you go around
telling people that

you're J.B. Fletcher,
mystery writer?

Well, I'm not sure
our situations are analogous.

I suppose they're not,

but have you ever noticed
how people react

when they find
they're talking to a priest?

Their voice level
drops down to here,

and you're half afraid
they're going to kiss your ring.

(LAUGHS)

Now, I'll buy that. Yes.

So, are you replacing
Father Molloy?

No, only temporarily.

He's on sabbatical
in Ireland.

I was teaching up
at St. Ignatius in Lewiston,

and when this
temporary position came up at St. Joseph's...

Well, all my life
I've wanted to be a parish priest.

I finally
got my chance. Hmm.

But I hadn't realized

how, um,
how difficult it could get.

In fact, I was up
all last night worrying about one of my parishioners.

This person came to see me
late last evening.

It's quite
a difficult situation.

Oh.

Um...

Is there something
that you'd like to talk to me about?

Mrs. Fletcher,
do you know the meaning

of the seal
of the confessional?

Yes, I believe so.

The priest cannot by word,
deed, or even inference,

make public anything
that occurs within the confessional.

And I'm sure
you can imagine

circumstances that might

make for an extremely
anguishing moral dilemma.

Oh.

Yes, I can, um...
I can think of several.

I mean, for instance,

hearing someone confess
that they'd committed a crime,

a murder, perhaps,

and being unable
to tell the police.

Yes, that would be
an excellent example.

Sorry I took so long, Father.
What can I get you?

Just coffee, thanks.

Okay.

Great. Thanks.

Donald, I'm not exactly sure
what you want of me.

Well, I'm not
exactly sure myself.

They don't teach you
these things in seminary.

Yeah.

I mean,

if someone wanted to see
a priest late at night,

for instance, I hardly think
that he would be there to confess an old crime.

Yes, I see.
It's quite a dilemma.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you have quite a reputation as an amateur detective.

But I'm really not
a trained investigator.

Even my fictional heroes, um,

have to have
some clue to go on.

Besides, isn't it possible
that this is a case of an overactive imagination?

I mean,
if a murder was committed,

where is the body?

Hey, hey...

No, come on!

Serves you right.

(GIGGLES)

Come on, help me out.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMING)

Do you know him?

Evan West.
He's a local businessman.

Real estate, I think.

Morning, Jess.

Morning.

I expect you're
Father Barnes.

Seth Hazlitt.

Nice to meet you, Doctor.

West here was as
lapsed as they come.

However, his wife
is a devout Catholic.

Well, in either case,
I'm through with him.

What happened, Seth?
How did he die?

Oh, probably had something
to do with that massive stab wound in his chest.

Oh, Lord.

I don't know
how you do it, ma'am. Excuse me?

Well, I get a call
on my radio,

and within five minutes,
I'm down here.

Doc gets a call,
10 minutes later, he's here checkin' out the corpse.

What I don't get,
Mrs. F, is who calls you.

Well, nobody, actually, I...

What, do you just
have a sixth sense about these things?

No, Sheriff.

Somebody drove past my house
and shouted to a friend

about the body
found on the beach, and naturally, I...

Grant them light,
happiness and peace. Father Barnes

METZGER: I'm sure you were.

Well, this one's
pretty straightforward.

That so?

Well, the victim's wife
confined to a wheelchair, right?

Well, that's true, but...

Well, forgive my bluntness,
ma'am,

but maybe, just maybe,
he wasn't havin' too much fun at home.

Now, that says to me,
"girlfriend."

A girlfriend
and a nice fancy boat

where he and the little lady
can go and have a good time.

For pity's sake, Metzger,

everybody around here knew
that Evan West used that boat as an office.

Well, nearly everyone.

Hi, Joe.

Joe, you need any help?

Oh, yeah, Eddie.

Suddenly you've developed
a talent for rebuilding carburetors.

(CHUCKLES)

What about the fish?

I could clean some
fish for you, Joe.

Eddie, the fish
are out in the ocean. The boat is here.

And it's gonna stay here
until I get this engine put back together.

So why don't you just
shove off and let me get back to work?

I got a really
great new knife.

You want to see it, Joe?

Careful, though.
It's really sharp.

Hey, wait a minute.

Where'd you get that?

That's Evan West's knife.

This is my knife. It...

Don't you lie
to me, dummy.

Now, I gave him that
when he helped me get the loan on the boat.

No.

You got some
explaining to do, boy.

No.

DORIS: But it's true,
Sheriff.

I have trouble sleeping,
and Evan doesn't...

Didn't like to disturb me.

So, you assumed he spent
the night on the boat.

Of course.

Didn't you think it was
a little funny when he didn't come home this morning?

No, I just thought
he might have overslept.

Mrs. West,

we found bloodstains
on the dock by the boat.

Now, the way I see it
is he was killed there

and either fell
or was pushed off the dock.

Do you think someone
went on board to rob him?

No, ma'am.
He was still wearing his watch and his ring

when the body was found.

I'II...

I'll be in touch
if I have any more questions.

(BOTH GRUNT)
Oh, sorry.

Mother.

Marilyn told me
about Evan.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

You okay?

I will be.

It's gonna be okay.

Sheriff, this is
my daughter, Kelly.

My condolences on the loss
of your father, ma'am.

My stepfather.

My last name is Barrett,
Sheriff.

(PHONE RINGING)
My first husband passed away when Kelly was just a child.

So, anyway,
I'm staying here for the summer.

Sheriff Metzger,
telephone for you.

Oh, thank you.

May I?
Of course.

Metzger.

Is that right?

I'll be right there.

Mrs. West, we may have
collared the man who murdered your husband.

What?

(STAMMERING) Well, I mean,
that's awfully fast work, isn't it, Sheriff?

Who is it?

Well, I can't say just now,
but we'll keep you informed.

(SOBBING) Oh, God, Kelly.

I loved him so much.

I know.
I know you did.

I don't know
what I would do if you weren't here.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm so glad you're here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hello, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm so sorry
to disturb you.

Oh, that's all right.
I was just asking for some guidance.

I've been doing
a lot of that lately.

Donald, I've just learned
that Eddie Frayne has been arrested

for the murder
of Evan West.

Eddie?

But he's not...

Guilty?

Donald, I know you
can't reveal anything about the confession,

but is it possible
that you could tell me

if someone hasn't been
to confession recently?

Well, of course
I can't remember everyone,

but I am quite certain
that Eddie Frayne has not been to the confessional

since I've been
at St. Joseph's.

I told you,
Mrs. Fletcher,

I found the knife
on the beach.

Yes, but where
on the beach, Eddie?

By the dock.

Where Mr. West
has his boat?

Uh-huh.

The knife was real yucky,
so I took it home.

I wiped it off
real good.

I see.

Mrs. Fletcher,

could you go tell
the sheriff it's time for me to go home now?

Eddie, I'm afraid you're
gonna have to stay here just a little bit longer.

Is there something
I could bring you?

My comic books?

Of course.

Mrs. Fletcher,

he was a bad man.

He was really bad.

It was his fault
that Kelly went away.

And he said
he loved Ms. Doris, but he didn't.

Uh-uh.

I'm glad he's dead. I am.

Eddie...

I'm so scared.

I know, Eddie.

I know.

Yeah, and we found minute
traces of the victim's blood

on the knife
we took off the suspect.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, it is a... It is
a pretty sad situation.

Okay, call me
as soon as you set up the arraignment.

Sheriff, this is all wrong.
I hope you know that.

Look, Mrs. Fletcher,
I like Eddie, too.

He's a sweet guy,
but you can't argue with the facts.

True, but the fact
is that Eddie did not kill Evan West.

No kiddin'?
Did he tell you that? No.

Then what have you got,
tea leaves?

I can't say.

What is this,
the First Amendment rights or something?

Something.

I don't suppose you know
who did kill West?

No, not exactly.

But you're dead-bang sure
it wasn't Eddie Frayne

for reasons
you cannot reveal.

Now you've got it.

Mrs. Fletcher,

I'm getting a headache.

Now, when you figure out
exactly what you do and you don't know,

and what you can
and you can't tell me, come back.

We'll have a chat.

Anybody got an aspirin?

Jack! Jack!

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(SIGHS)

Marilyn?
It is Marilyn, isn't it?

I'm Jessica Fletcher.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher,
how nice to finally meet you.

May I come in?
Yes.

Folks in this town
sure are proud of you. Come on. Come on in.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for
the clutter.

I just don't seem
to be able to get myself organized today.

Oh, don't worry.

I just wanted to pay
my respects to Doris,

but I want to be sure
that she's feeling up to seeing people.

Well, she's doing
pretty well.

But I must say,
she did take it hard.

Marilyn?

Kelly?

I heard you were home.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm so sorry about Evan.

My heart just goes out
to both of you.

Thank you.

Miss Kelly,
is there something I can get for you?

Oh, yes, Marilyn.
My mother would like her tea now.

Why are you
polishing that chair?

My mother hardly
ever uses it.

Well, it helps
to keep busy.

Would you like
to see my mother now, Mrs. Fletcher?

Only if you think
she's up to having another visitor.

Wasn't that
Jack Hutchings

that I just saw going
out of the driveway a few minutes ago?

Oh, yes, Jack was here.

Well, you see,
I hardly think of Jack as company.

He's more like family.

Very honestly, Jessica,
when Kelly's father died,

I thought I'd never
be happy again.

And then Evan came along.

Yes, I remember.

It was just a few months
after your accident, wasn't it?

Yes.

I couldn't believe it.

I just couldn't believe
that a man like Evan...

I was terrified that
I wouldn't be able to make him happy.

But, Jessica,
the last eight years,

every minute of it,
was wonderful.

Really.

(SOBBING) I'm sorry.

For what?

Look, you are entitled
to your feelings.

I won't tell you
that the hurt will disappear, Doris.

It doesn't.

But sooner or later,
it becomes different.

The pain subsides

and the memories take over.

It isn't wonderful,
but it's better.

Thank you, Jessica.

Mrs. West, the priest
from St. Joseph's is here to see you.

I thought Father Molloy
was on vacation.

This is his replacement.

Oh. Well, okay, send him in.

Mom, if you don't mind,
I'd like to go out for some air.

DORIS: Oh, I'm sorry, Kelly.
The doors are stuck again.

I'll have to have someone
in to take care of that.

Hello, I'm...

I'm Father Barnes.

Thank you.

Mrs. West, you have
my deepest sympathies.

It was so good
of you to come.

Do you know
Mrs. Fletcher?

Yes.

And this is my daughter,
Kelly Barrett.

Miss Barrett.

Hello.

Please excuse me.

Forgive her, Father.

It's been a very
difficult time for all of us.

Of course.

Doris, I'm sure that
you and Father Barnes want to talk privately.

Will you excuse me?

Yes. Thank you
for coming, Jessica.

Kelly! Kelly?

Kelly, are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm just worried
about my mom, that's all.

You know,
as hard as it is losing a father,

I imagine it's doubly hard

having a stranger
come into your house and take his place.

Evan didn't take
anyone's place.

Kelly, do you know
that Eddie Frayne has been charged

with the murder
of your stepfather?

Eddie?

But that's crazy.

Well, I agree.

Unfortunately,
the sheriff doesn't.

(STAMMERING) Well,
they won't do anything to him, will they?

I mean, they can't.

Well, if he's convicted,
he could go to prison.

And the very least,
he'll be institutionalized.

Oh, God,
that would kill Eddie!

I mean, to just
shut him away like that.

Well, the Sheriff
thinks that he has an open-and-shut case.

They caught him
with the murder weapon,

and there's very little
else to go on.

It's circumstantial,
of course,

but, well,
unless the real killer comes forward...

Well, things do look
very grim.

You know, I didn't even
realize that it was you on Doris's driveway

until I was halfway home.

Well, I'm sure you had
a lot on your mind.

It hasn't really
hit her yet, Jess.

Doris is going
on adrenaline.

I just wish there was
something that I could do for her.

You two were always close.

Matter of fact,
I could hardly believe it

when she married
Tom Barrett the week after high school graduation.

Well, I was dull
but dependable.

And Tom had...

I don't know.

What it is that
gets you ladies going?

I'm not sure,
but you're right.

Tom had it.

You know, it seems
like only yesterday

that I was teaching
Kelly freshman English.

Wasn't she one of
your students, too?

No, no,
I taught junior English.

Kelly left Cabot Cove
for Crane Academy after her sophomore year.

Yes, that always puzzled me.

I mean,
Kelly and her mother were so very close.

Why did she suddenly
go off to boarding school in Vermont?

I wouldn't know.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Oh, it's you.

I'm sorry I startled you.

I was hoping you might
come into the church tonight,

and we could talk again.

I can't.

Look, I gotta get
back to the house.

Miss Barrett... Kelly.

I know you must be
scared to death.

I would be.

But if you don't
go to the police,

an innocent boy
is gonna suffer.

Look, I can't.
Don't you understand?

I mean, wrong or right,
my mother worshipped that man.

If she found out
I was the one who killed him, it would destroy her.

Kelly, I want to help you.

Look, you can't.
Nobody can.

I never should have
come to you.

Look,

Father, I know my catechism,

and I want you to just
remember that what was said in that confessional,

that remains
between you and me.

That's the way it is,
and that's the way it's gonna stay.

JESSICA: Are you certain
that the cause of death was drowning?

The autopsy revealed

a laceration of the spleen,
probably caused by a knife

with a blade four
or five inches long.

But that did
not kill Evan,

neither did the blunt trauma
to the head.

Either he was stabbed
and then hit, or hit and then stabbed,

but it doesn't make
any difference, because he drowned.

Now, can I please
finish my eggs?

Well, of course you can.
Who's stopping you?

You are, woman,
for the past 15 minutes.

You've been
fidgeting and fussing and gabbing away,

a sure sign that you've
got something on your chest that you want to get off it.

Well,

I know for a fact
that Eddie Frayne did not kill Evan West.

So? Tell Metzger.

I did,
but he wouldn't believe me.

And he won't,
unless I tell him how I know.

And I can't do that.

Why not?

Do you know about
the seal of the confessional in the Catholic church?

Yeah.

Rather like
the doctor-patient confidentiality,

except they answer
to a higher authority than the state medical board.

How did you get mixed up
with a confession?

Well, it was something that
Father Barnes didn't say,

or couldn't say.

Oh. Well, I'd say you have
a problem there, Jess.

The worst, Seth.

Now, I have a fair notion
who did kill Evan,

but I have absolutely
no way of proving it.

Well, if it puts
your mind at ease,

I think Eddie has himself
a pretty good lawyer.

When I delivered
the autopsy report to the sheriff's office,

I saw him talking
to George Woodward.

No question on the blood?

No, sir. Even though Eddie
scrubbed the blade clean, there were still traces.

The victim's blood type,
no question.

Good morning, Sheriff.
Hello, George.

Hello, Jessica.
What brings you here?

I brought some new
comic books for Eddie.

Oh, good.
I was gettin' a little tired of the old ones.

He reads them out loud.

Oh, yes.

I'II, uh, just take these
back to him.

(LAUGHS) I knew it.

I can't tell you
how much better I feel

knowing that Eddie will have
your expert legal counsel.

I don't how much
good I can do.

This is pretty
damaging stuff.

Well, it's very
generous of you.

Generous?
Well, donating your time,

especially considering
that Evan West was one of your most important clients.

Jessica,
I'm not donating anything.

Doris retained me
to handle Eddie's defense.

Eddie said thanks a lot,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Now, is there anything else
I can do for you?

All I can tell you
is what I already said.

I know that Eddie
is innocent.

You really should be
looking elsewhere for Evan West's killer.

Now, look, I like
the little guy, too,

but this time
you climbed out on the wrong limb.

I was just about to tell
Mr. Woodward here.

I've got an eyewitness
who practically saw the whole thing.

I can't believe that.

Doris West's nurse, Marilyn.

She lives in
the beach cottage.

Now, the night of the murder,

she said she heard
an argument,

saw Eddie prowling
around the dock.

Giving him means, motive,
and opportunity. Wonderful.

I'll admit,
I was surprised when Doris called,

but I suppose she realized
Eddie had no one on his own to help him.

It's still incredibly
generous of her.

Unless, of course,
she knows that Eddie is innocent,

but can't reveal it.

You mean,
like she killed Evan?

How? From her wheelchair?

Or maybe you're not
talking about Doris.

Tell me about
Kelly and Evan.

I mean, did they have
a good relationship?

I really couldn't say.

She barely set foot
in this town for nearly eight years.

Only visited on holidays.

Yeah...

What is it?

I was just thinking
about a trip that Evan and I took to Boston.

We took a seminar together,
and then we...

We spent the night
barhopping.

He got a little drunk,
but he said some strange things.

Such as?

Something about him not
marrying the right Barrett.

I see.

No, no,
it was the booze talking.

Evan was a ladies' man,
that's hardly any secret.

But Kelly was
barely 16 at the time, and the idea is sick.

Yes.

George,

would it be out of line
if I asked you if Evan

made any provision
for Kelly in his estate?

Estate?

Jessica, that's very funny.

Evan put on a good show,

but he's been
living off Doris for nearly eight years.

He hardly had a penny
in his own name.

Oh. Oh, I see.

(DOOR OPENING)

(CHATTERING)

JESSICA:
Hello, Jack, Kelly.

Well, hello again,
Jessica.

Are you here to see
my mother, Mrs. Fletcher?

No, actually,
I came to see Marilyn. I guess you heard.

She saw Eddie
hanging around the boat

the night that
your stepfather was killed.

Yes, well,
I seriously doubt that.

Did you see Eddie
that night?

Well, no.
I mean, how could I have?

The night Evan was killed,
I was at Jack's place.

That's right.
We were going over old yearbooks.

All evening.

I see.

Oh, by the way,
when you do see your mother,

be sure to tell her
how much I admire her selflessness

in hiring George Woodward
to defend Eddie.

Mrs. Fletcher?

Oh, Marilyn.

Is there something
I can help you with?

I hope you don't mind.

Sheriff Metzger told me
that you had spotted Eddie.

And, well,
I just can't believe that he's involved.

I know. I've always liked
the little fellow myself.

Are you packing
to go somewhere?

Yes, well,
Kelly's pretty much taken over here.

There's really no need
for me anymore.

It must be hard to leave
such a lovely place.

You have such
a magnificent view.

Mrs. Fletcher,

it didn't give me
any pleasure to tell the sheriff what I saw.

I sure wish it had been
anybody else.

You know, Marilyn...

I mean, you couldn't
possibly have stared at that boat all evening.

Is it possible
that Mr. West had another visitor?

Like who?

Kelly, perhaps?

What would Kelly
have been doing down there?

I don't know, really...

Mrs. Fletcher,
when it comes to family business,

I make it a point
to mind my own business.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a lot of things to do.

(DOOR OPENING)

Jessica, what the hell
are you doing here?

I'm trying to find
the truth, Jack.

And I think the less you know,
the better.

I'm not trespassing.

Kelly gave me permission
to look around.

I was just being polite.

Look, why can't you
leave well enough alone, Mrs. Fletcher?

I think you know
the answer to that more than I do.

Do you have any idea
what prison would be like to Eddie?

But he won't
go to prison.

George Woodward
will get him off.

That's why my mother
hired him.

You mean, that's why
you asked your mother to hire him.

Oh, Jack.

I thought I could
go through with this. I can't.

Kelly, you don't have
to tell Jessica a thing.

No. Yes, I do.

Look, I can't let
anything happen to Eddie.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you were right.

Eddie's innocent.

I killed Evan.

But I had to.

He was coming after me again.

Well, what do you mean,
he was coming after you?

Just what it sounds like.

The same thing
that had been happening eight years ago,

when I escaped
the first time.

KELLY: It must have been
sometime after 9:00,

and, well, my mother had
already gone to bed.

Evan, he was watching TV
in the den.

Well, I wasn't very sleepy,
so I came down here.

I, uh...

I was remembering
all of the good times that I had had

on this boat with my father
before he died.

Before Evan took it over.

I didn't realize that
he had followed me.

Before I knew it,
he had me backed into a corner,

and, well,
he was all over me,

and he was trying
to pull my cloak off.

I scratched at his arms
and tried to push him away.

(KELLY GRUNTING)

(EVAN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHS)

Come on, come on.

(GRUNTS)

(EXCLAIMS)

I guess I dropped the knife
on the beach.

That's where Eddie found it
the next day.

These come-ons
were nothing new.

Evan went after Kelly
the minute he married Doris.

So that's why you went away
to school so abruptly.

I was terrified of him,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I was so afraid that
one day he'd get me alone.

Kelly, you told me
that you scratched Evan in the struggle,

on the arms?

That's right.

When the body was picked up,

Evan was wearing
a long-sleeved red windbreaker.

The same as the one
in that photograph in the cabin.

Yeah, I know
the one you mean.

He kept it on the boat
to wear when it got cold,

but he wasn't wearing that
when he went overboard.

See, the windbreaker is
only partially zipped up.

I mean, I just assumed
he was wearing it when he was stabbed.

Miss Barrett,
this story of yours,

are you gonna
swear to it in court?

Yes, I stabbed my stepfather,
and I killed him.

Well, you did
and you didn't.

Uh-oh, here we go again.

But, Mrs. Fletcher,
I told you what happened.

Oh, you stabbed him,
all right.

But it wasn't you
who killed him.

Sheriff, I believe that
Evan was only wounded,

and that he climbed
back on board the boat after Kelly left.

I found a smudge of blood
near the peg

where his windbreaker
must have been hanging.

Okay, let's say
you're right.

West climbed
back on the boat. Then what?

He was freezing cold.

He put on the windbreaker,
then he went to find help.

But, of course,
in his condition, he didn't get very far.

Let's go.

(SIREN WAILING)

But I didn't
kill anyone.

Maybe yes,
maybe no.

But I do know one thing.
Eddie Frayne is innocent.

Well, maybe I was
wrong about Eddie,

but if he didn't kill Evan,

I know who did.
Kelly must have done it.

Evan never let her alone

whenever she came here
to visit.

You know, Marilyn,
that's odd.

You call Doris
"Mrs. West,"

and you refer to
your late employer as "Evan."

So what?

I'm trying to tell you
that I had nothing to do with Evan's murder.

Sheriff, looks like
you were right.

Somebody did a good job
of cleaning up in there,

but I got little bitty
scrapings of blood from half-a-dozen places,

including that wheelchair
you told us about, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'll have the test results
in a day or so.

Thanks.
Appreciate it.

How did you know?

Well, I... I didn't.

I mean, I wasn't sure.

But then I remembered
you scrubbing away at that wheelchair,

and it set me
to thinking.

Even though Evan
was badly injured,

he couldn't go to a doctor
or a hospital.

Too many questions
would be asked.

You were close by,
a registered nurse.

I knew it was
too good to last,

but I never thought
it would end like this.

(SIGHS)

Evan was here, all right.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, Evan!
Help.

My God, what happened?

(GROANING)

She stabbed me, the little...
Oh, damn, it hurts!

Here, hold that
real tight in there.

Take it easy, honey.
Everything's gonna be all right.

Who did this to you?

Kelly.

I don't know how I'm gonna
talk my way out of this one.

You couldn't
leave her alone, could you?

No, it wasn't that.

The hell it wasn't.

You've been trying
to get her in a corner for years!

So what?

It's not like
she's a kid anymore.

Oh, what the hell
am I gonna tell Doris?

(SCOFFS)

I gotta think
of something.

Maybe that damn brat will
tell her mother everything.

Yeah, she just
might do that.

Maybe it's all over for me.

Yes, Evan,
maybe it is.

The wheelchair
was full of blood.

I scrubbed and I scrubbed,

but I was afraid
I hadn't gotten every trace.

I took it back
up to the house, and I kept polishing it.

But you knew that
Kelly had stabbed him.

Why didn't you turn her in?

Why implicate
Eddie Frayne?

I thought she'd already
been through enough.

We had a good thing going,
Evan and I.

But suddenly
I just couldn't stand

the thought of him
ever touching me again.

BARNES: All right, heads up!

Thanks. All right!

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Oh, it's so good
to see Eddie enjoying himself again.

BARNES: Go ahead.
Keep running, Eddie! Don't stop. Don't stop.

Don't stop!

(SETH LAUGHING)

By the by,
I understand Father Molloy is thinkin' of retirin'.

Oh, I hadn't heard that.

Yeah, and Father Barnes
most likely will be the one to take his place.

Oh. Are you sure?
He didn't say anything.

Well, it depends on
whether the diocese allows

the old Marlowe place
to be converted to a school or not.

A school?

Seth, where in the world
do you hear all these things?

Well, I'll tell you, woman,

if you'd get your hair done
once in a while, down at Loretta's beauty parlor,

maybe you'd find out
what was going on in this town.

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