All language subtitles for MSW s06e20 Shear Madness.eng

You're getting married again?

Jess, I love George,
but the truth is, he scares me.

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Damn it, Rosemary,
I thought we had an agreement.

Funny, so did I.

The chances of George
becoming violent are practically nil.

He is also
a certified psychopath who once killed a man.

That doesn't give you
the right to poke into my things.

But if you wanna
know the truth, the real truth...

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GASPS)

Well, you coming or going?

I'm sorry.

BOY 1: I'll kill you.

BOY 2: I'm gonna tell.

Buddy, Skipper.
Come on, let's go.

OPERATOR: If you'd like to
make a local call, please deposit 20 cents.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Hello?

If it's important,
they'll call back.

Oh, sorry to have
rushed ahead like that.

I thought it might be
Reverend Simmons calling about the rehearsal.

(LAUGHS)

You wouldn't be nervous
about the wedding or anything, would you?

Don't be silly.
I'm nervous about the wedding and everything.

Thanks for being here, Jess.

That's what
cousins are for.

Although, I have to admit,
it's a long time since I was a bridesmaid.

Well, it's been
a long time since Ann was a bride.

Not that anyone
is counting, you understand.

Thank you.

Especially someone
like me, an old maid.

You know, I always think
of what Uncle Walter used to say, remember?

"Age is a question
of mind over matter. If you don't mind..."

ALL: "It doesn't matter."

(ALL LAUGHING)

You know, it's too long
since we were all together.

This place has
hardly changed a bit.

Well, outside of
replacing the old refrigerator last month,

it's pretty much the same
as when Tom carried me

over the threshold
28 years ago.

Now, that was
a wedding. Remember, Jess?

Tom looked like
a prince out of a fairy tale.

Accidents aren't supposed
to happen to people like Tom Lawton,

not when they're only 22.

I really don't think
I could have stood it

if Helen hadn't
moved in and taken charge of everything.

And you always were
the smart one.

Smart enough to know
I'd better get these things

up to your room
before the rehearsal.

Oh, good Lord.
Look at the time.

I haven't even started
a pot of coffee.

Well, you go ahead.
We'll take care of these, won't we, Helen?

We certainly will.

You know, it's wonderful
to see Ann so happy.

That fiancé of hers
must be really something.

Bill is. Spenser is
something, all right. I just don't know what.

(STAIR CREAKS)

Oops, I'm sorry.
I forgot again.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SIGHS)

We've been dealing with
that old squeak for nearly 30 years,

and I still
sometimes forget to skip over that step.

Not that it matters
much now, anyway.

(MEOWING)

Pickles, what are you
doing up there?

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I never see
the things in this room that I don't remember

Grammy telling us
how her parents brought them all the way from England.

I know.

This house is
full of family tradition.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

I'm gonna be
sorry to leave it.

Leave?

I can hardly be expected
to stay once Ann is married, no matter what she thinks.

I wouldn't relish
sharing this place with Bill Spenser.

Oh? Why?

I mean, Ann told me
that he'd had a few scrapes growing up here, but...

Some scrapes?

Lord Almighty, Jessica,

Billy Spenser was
the wildest boy in town.

He was always into trouble.

He never had more than
a dime to his name.

Well, all that's
certainly changed now.

I understand he spent
the last 15 years making a fortune in Alaska.

Well, he may not have
the same gambling debts that Ann's last fiancé had,

but he is all wrong
for her, I know it.

He's dead wrong.

(DOOR CLOSES)

BILL: Hey,
where's my sweet pea?

So, you're the famous
Cousin Jessica.

(CHUCKLES)

I must admit, ma'am,
I've heard an awful lot about you.

Well, I've heard
a lot about you, too, Mr. Spenser.

Mr. Spenser? No, ma'am.
Just Bill, huh?

I mean, after all,
we're practically family now, right, hon?

One more day.

(LAUGHS)

There's no sense
standing when we can sit.

I guess I don't have
to tell you what it means to Ann, you being here and all,

the way she feels
about kinfolk.

I'm just sorry that
my future brother-in-law couldn't be here.

Oh, you mean George?

That's just what we need,
George here for the wedding.

Yeah, I was real sorry
to hear about him

taking a turn
for the worse like that.

Oh, but on the way
from the airport,

I thought you said that
George was improving?

Yes, well,
he is improving, overall.

Last month the doctors said
they were very encouraged.

Yeah, depression, it can be
a terrible thing, you know.

Not that I've ever had
that problem myself.

(LAUGHING)

(DOOR BELL RINGS)

That must be Reverend Simmons.
You let him in, I'll see to the coffee.

Oh, I'll help. Excuse me.

Ann...

Please, I know what
you must be thinking.

Well, to be honest,
I don't know what to think.

(SIGHS)

Neither would Bill,
if he knew the whole truth about George.

You haven't told him?
Of course not.

But he obviously
knows something.

Only that George is being
treated for a breakdown.

Oh, Jess,
I wanted to tell him,

but how could I,
when I never really understood it, myself?

I mean, George
idolized Nathan Rollins.

I swear, Jess,
when Nathan and I became engaged,

George was just
as happy about it as I was. Or, at least, so I thought.

Yes. I mean, that's
the part that seemed strange to me, too.

Still, Bill doesn't seem
to be the type of person who would worry about

what happened 15 years ago,
while he was in Alaska.

But this is a small town.

He must have heard talk.

If he has,
he hasn't said anything.

(SIGHS)

And I love him too much
to risk finding out.

HELEN: (SINGING)
Because God made thee mine

I'll cherish thee

Through light and darkness

Through all time to be

And pray his love

May make our love divine

Because

God made thee mine

Beautiful, Helen.
Simply beautiful.

Oh, she's always
had a talent for music.

Oh, nonsense,
I'm as rusty as an old iron gate.

But then, I haven't had
the occasion to sing this song in quite some time.

Well, it sounded
just fine to me.

What's next, Reverend?

Well, after the song,
you say your vows and exchange your rings,

and I pronounce you
man and wife, at which point...

At which point
I finally get to kiss my beautiful bride.

(PHONE RINGS)

Saved by the bell.

Oh, dear. It's probably
the caterers calling about tonight.

I'm sorry, I won't
be a minute.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Rosemary.

What?

Well, that's impossible.

I'm sorry, but there's
obviously been some mistake.

Look, Rosemary,
you'll have to excuse me, I have company here.

I'll see you tonight.
Yes, goodbye.

Anything wrong?

Just Rosemary Taylor
down at the paper.

She's covering the party
tonight, and got confused about some of the details.

Well, I promised
Miss Potter I'd drop by on my way back to the rectory.

It was very nice
meeting you, Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm sure I'll see you
at the party this evening.

Oh, yes, of course.
I'm looking forward to it.

It still seems odd,
throwing a wedding reception before the wedding.

Well, we wouldn't make
our flight to Hawaii otherwise,

and then, there
goes the cruise.

Well, I'll be sure
to keep tomorrow's service as brief as possible then.

Well,
we'd sure appreciate that.

Ann and I have been
looking forward to getting on that plane

for quite some time,
haven't we, honey?

Honey,
is something wrong?

What could be wrong?

ANN: George!

I'm back.

George, I don't
understand. What are you doing here?

I've been released, sis.

Didn't they call you?

Well, they said they would.

Well, heck, let
the man come on in.

Yes, of course.
Please come in, George.

Welcome home, George.

Thank you, Helen.

George, you remember
Cousin Jessica?

George. How very
nice to see you.

And Reverend Simmons?

George, nice to have
you with us again.

And this is Bill Spenser.

I'm Ann's fiancé.

Fiancé?

You're getting
married again?

Tomorrow afternoon.

BILL: Go ahead,
show him your ring, honey.

Well, it's really quite large.

I'd have bought her
one twice as big, if they'd had it.

There's just nothing too
good for this sister of yours, you know?

Yes, I do.

Well, I'm sure
you folks have a lot of catching up to do,

so I'll just say
my goodbyes and I'll see you this evening.

Afraid I've got a little
chore to take care of myself, honey, all right?

Okay.
I'll see you later.

Ladies.

George, you and I,

we'll have ourselves
a real nice talk tonight, all right?

I'd like that.

Fine. Goodbye.

Well, you must be
tired after your trip.

And hungry, too.

Why don't you take George
up to his room

and Jess and I will fix
him something to eat?

Okay, honey, come on.

Yes, well, please have
Dr. Carlson call me as soon as possible.

Thank you.

Well, it's true.

The chief of staff said that
they reviewed George's case and decided to release him.

But why they
never called us, is anybody's guess.

Ann, if the doctors released
him, they must consider that George is fully recovered.

Do they?

When I asked if George
was likely to, well, have another incident,

they used words like
"highly improbable," and "extremely unlikely."

Surely his personal
psychiatrist could be a little bit more specific.

Yes, but unfortunately,
Dr. Carlson left this morning

and nobody's
heard from him since.

Well, I'm sure that he'll
get in touch with you once he knows that you've called.

I hope so. Oh, Jess,
I love George, I really do.

I mean, Helen and I
practically raised him.

But the truth is,

he scares me.

Damn it, Rosemary,
I thought we had an agreement.

Funny, so did I.

I was at Ann's today
when you called.

Oh? Then you must
have met him.

Met who?

George. I saw him
get off the bus.

I wasn't sure
it was him at first,

but then I made a few calls
before I phoned to warn Ann.

Warn her? What for?

Why would she be upset about
her brother coming home?

Why don't you ask Ann
about that?

I finally found that
old newspaper, Ma.

What was that
all about?

Nothing. Here,
let me see that.

That's pretty
gruesome stuff.

I'd forgotten about
the clipping shears.

Boy, that George
must be a real wacko.

George, I thought you
might like to try some punch.

Helen says this is
Great Aunt Sarah's recipe,

but I think that
the drop of whiskey was Great Uncle Henry's idea.

Mmm.

It's Great Aunt Sarah's,
all right.

Mama used to make it
for our birthdays,

minus Great Uncle Henry's
contribution, of course.

Oh, yes.

You know,
it's strange, Jessica,

how I can remember
some past triviality so clearly,

and yet, when it comes
to something important,

something that changes
your whole life...

After all these years,

that moment
still remains a mystery.

As I told them at the trial,

all I can remember
is going down to the cellar to get Ann's trunk.

I knew Nathan
was coming over, yes.

But I don't remember
seeing him,

or asking his help,
as the prosecutor said I must have.

Next thing I knew,

Ann was standing
on the stairs screaming

and I was covered in blood,

Nathan's blood.

Then I guess
I passed out.

I've tried to remember.

I've tried to understand
how I could have done it,

but I can't.

I loved Nathan.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

You must be
Jessica Fletcher.

And, of course,
George and I are old, old friends.

Rosemary Taylor.
I own the Fairville Gazette.

And this is
my daughter, Meg. She's my photographer.

Yes, the dots are still
in front of my eyes.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, that's what you get
for being a celebrity.

Meg, you look
very familiar to me. Have we met before?

Not likely.
My mother keeps me on a very short leash.

(SCOFFS)

Meg, honey, I believe
I'd like a few more of those grapes

and some of that
imported cheese.

You save your mom a trip.

Sure, Ma.

Seedless ones, now.

The ones with seeds
tend to be bitter.

Though I imagine everything
tastes good to you, George,

after all those years in
that horrible institution. Am I right?

Well, no. I mean...

Believe me,
you don't have to explain.

I saw One Flew Over
The Cuckoo's Nest.

I hope you didn't have
to have any of those awful shock treatments.

No. I...

I mean, some of
the other patients did, yes, but not me.

Well, you can
check the records.

George, really?
Oh, that'd be wonderful.

And here I was worried
you might be touchy about me wanting to do

an article on you
for the paper.

Article?

I think you may have
misunderstood, Mrs. Taylor.

You know,
I think you're right.

Why, this piece
deserves a lot more than just one article.

I could serialize this
for two or three issues. What do you think?

I think I have to get
some air, excuse me.

What did you
say to him?

Now, he'll be gone
for hours.

I didn't say anything,
did I?

Well, on the contrary,
I think that you said more than enough.

Well, if that's
the way you all feel,

I believe I've covered
just about enough of this little soiree.

Yes, I believe you have.
Good night, Rosemary.

You think
you're so high and mighty,

but if you wanna
know the truth, the real truth...

Rosemary, now,
the lady said good night. I suggest you leave.

You've got no right
to speak to my mother that way.

Oh, never mind, Meg.
I was going anyway.

MAN: Hey, I'd like to
propose a toast.

Ann, Bill,
where are you two?

We'll be right there.
I'll take that, honey.

Excuse us, ladies.

I'm gonna go look for George.

MAN: To Ann and Bill,
may their union be a long and happy one.

BILL: So, I looked him
right in the eye,

and I said, "You better
make that two, young fellow. I'm from Texas."

Excuse me,
Mr. Spenser.

Yes?
Sorry.

This was left at
the back door for you.

By who?

I heard a knock,
but when I went to answer it,

no one was there.

Thank you.

Uh-oh.

Ann, better watch out.
Looks like Bill's got himself a secret admirer.

So it seems.

Well, at least you know that
she has good taste in men.

Jessica.

I'm sorry to
disappoint you, ladies, but it's strictly business.

Excuse me, darling.

(PARTYGOERS LAUGHING)

(MEOWING)

(CHUCKLES) Damn cat.

(GASPS)

ANN: Good night.

Good night.
Thanks for coming. Drive safe, now.

Jess, it's been nearly
an hour since Bill got that note and disappeared.

And even longer
since George left and Helen went to find him.

Excuse me, Mrs. Lawton.
We're finished cleaning up,

but I'm afraid we've run
out of refrigerator space for the leftovers.

Yes, let's see.

Ooh, there's always
the old refrigerator in the cellar.

Oh, Jess, would you mind
getting the caterer's check from the household cash box?

I think Helen keeps it
in the living room desk, bottom drawer.

'Course.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Is George back?

What are you doing with that?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Ann asked me to get the caterers' check.

That doesn't give you
the right to poke into my things.

Helen, why didn't you
tell Ann that George was coming?

I was going to, I...

Bill was here
and it just didn't seem to be the right moment.

Well, what did
Dr. Carlson tell you?

I didn't speak to Dr. Carlson,

his secretary called me

and told me that
he was upset that George was released.

I meant to call Dr. Carlson,
but I just never got around...

(ANN SCREAMING)

BARNES: All right, boys,
I've seen enough.

JESSICA: Excuse me,
Sheriff Barnes?

Yes, ma'am.

I thought you ought to know
that Ann is being sedated.

Perhaps if you could
hold any further questions at least until tomorrow.

Well, that's all right.

There's no doubt about
what happened down here.

It's déja vu
all over again, ain't it?

I beg your pardon?

Look. Mrs. Fletcher,
isn't it?

I know George Owens
is your cousin,

but he is also
a certified psychopath who once killed a man,

and from the look of it,
he's done it again.

Well, I agree,
that's certainly the most obvious conclusion to draw.

No, it is the only conclusion.
Just look around here.

It is exactly the same
as the murder 15 years ago.

It's the same place,
same circumstances.

And I'd be willing to bet

that the missing
murder weapon is the same, too.

Clipping shears.

Yes, but that's
what's so puzzling.

It's as if the first murder
had been duplicated exactly,

even though George has never
been able to remember what happened that night.

He was at the trial, ma'am.
He did hear the testimony.

And besides, the papers
were full of all the details.

Yes, but doesn't that mean
anyone with reason could have killed Bill Spenser?

I mean, from what I've heard,
he wasn't exactly an angel growing up here in Fairville.

I know you're supposed to be
some kind of a mystery writer,

but there just ain't
no mystery about this, believe me.

George sent a note,
lured Bill down here, killed him, took the note.

But why would George
kill a man he'd never met until today?

For the same reason
he killed Ann's last fiancé, Professor Rollins.

And that is?

Jealousy.

Now, I know it sounds
a little twisted, but that's what I get.

Two women raising
a boy on their own.

Rather than lose a sister

that he's looked on
as a mother since he was a boy of 10,

he kills off her beaus.

CARLSON: I won't calm down!
And I won't be told to take it easy!

I will not take it easy!

Sheriff, I think
you better get up here. We got ourselves a crazy man.

I demand to be told
what's going on here!

And just who is it
wants to know?

Dr. Henry Carlson.
I'm a psychiatrist with the Allenwood Institution.

George Owens is
one of my patients.

Good job, Doc.

Why? Has something
happened to George?

Happened to him? Hardly.

Dr. Carlson,
I'm George's cousin, Jessica Fletcher.

A man has been
killed here tonight.

Now, George left the house
just before it occurred,

and he hasn't been
seen or heard from since.

Are you suggesting that
George committed murder?

That's absurd!

The chances of George
becoming violent are practically nil.

Is that a fact?

Well, if old George is
so well-adjusted, what are you doing here?

It is my opinion
that George is on the verge

of a final breakthrough.

I felt that to release him
could jeopardize his total recovery.

I returned from
a conference to find that the board had overruled me.

I drove all day to get here,

hoping that I could
arrange for some private counseling for George.

Well, you're too late, Doc.
George snapped, just like you warned them he would.

You tell your cousins
I'll check back in the morning, okay?

Meantime, I'll leave a man
out front just in case George decides to come home.

If you hear from him,
he calls, you tell me right away, okay?

I mean, cousin or not,
George has killed someone.

Could be nobody's gonna be
safe till he gets locked up. Doc, ma'am.

(SIGHS)

Damned fool.

Doctor, I've known
George all his life,

and frankly,
I've never fully accepted his murder conviction.

My work with George has
led me to the same doubt.

But I've tried everything,

from drugs to hypnosis
to try and break through his amnesia block.

Nothing worked.

All he kept saying
is that he saw something bright and shiny,

and then nothing.

I can't believe that
I'm wrong about George.

Guilty or not,

George is in grave danger
of being put away for the rest of his life.

If you'll excuse me.

(SIGHS)

I'm going to take a room
at the local hotel for now.

I'll call you
in the morning and see if I can be of some help.

Thank you, Doctor.
Good night.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Good night, Doctor.

HELEN: You're
out of your mind.

Jessica,
tell her.

The doctor did say that
you should take it easy for a while, Ann.

Of course,
you should.

Now, get back
into bed, honey,

and don't worry,
I'll take care of everything.

Just like
you always do, right, Helen?

What do you mean?

I mean that,
ever since Tom died,

I've been counting on you
to take care of everything.

Truth is, I don't know
how you've put up with me.

I'm grateful that you have,

but it's time
I started relying on myself.

When this is over,
I'm gonna put Bill's ring in the cellar safe

with the rest
of my jewelry,

and just try to
get on with my life.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I've got to get dressed and drive to the mortuary.

Don't be ridiculous,
I'll drive.

If you wouldn't mind
staying, in case there's any word on George.

Oh, not at all,
Helen.

I'll go change
my things.

I'll be downstairs
if you need me, Ann, all right?

Jess, you were right.

If I'd only told him
the truth about George, Bill might still be alive.

I keep wondering
what the truth about George really is.

Honestly, Jess,
nobody else could have done anything like that.

I don't know.

Didn't you tell me that
Bill was something of a rebel growing up here?

Did he ever mention having
any particular enemies?

There was something Bill
said he wanted to tell me,

something had happened
when he was young.

I was feeling
so guilty about George,

I just told him
the past was the past and let it go at that.

(STAIR CREAKS)

Oh, Lord.

It's Helen going
downstairs to get the car, and I'm not even dressed.

I'll tell her
you'll be down in just a minute.

(STAIR CREAKS)

Helen?

Helen?

Helen.

Meg?

Wait!

(EXCLAIMS)
I'd just about given up.

Though, what with the whole
town buzzing about the murder,

it's no wonder
Ann and Helen don't want to answer the door.

Not that I'm trying to
exploit their tragedy, it's just that...

I just thought that
if they'd like to say a few words,

I'd be happy to
convey them to the public.

Yes, along with
some pictures of the scene of the crime?

Pictures? Of course not!

I still get sick every time
I think about that first one I covered 15 years ago.

There was blood
over everything,

floor, refrigerator,
even the ceiling.

I haven't been down
in that cellar since,

and I sure wouldn't print
any pictures of it.

Then what was your daughter
doing down there with a camera just now?

Meg? Oh, no, no,
that's impossible.

She told me
she was gonna be at the fairground all morning.

I'm sorry, I know what I saw.

Then you saw wrong.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

Helen! Oh, I'm fine.

No, you stay right
where you are until after the storm passes.

No. Nothing about
George so far.

Of course.
Oh, it's no trouble. I'll check Ann's windows, too.

Oh, don't be silly.

Oh, take all the time
that you need.

I will.

Bye-bye.

(GASPS)

George, please,

put the shears down.

They're right,

I killed him.

I must have.

Oh, God, it's happened again.

What happened again,
George?

After you left the party
last night, what did you do?

Ran. I ran.

I don't know. I...

I remember
falling down by a tree,

everything spinning.

And then the next thing, I...
I'm almost back at the house,

and I see
the police car out front,

and I get scared
and I hid,

and I heard them.

I heard what I did.

That's when I knew
I had to wait till the coast was clear,

get my things
and leave for good.

But as I was packing, I...

I found these in
my dresser drawer.

And you can't
remember anything

from the time that you
collapsed until you found yourself back home here?

No.

What is it, George?

Is it something you've seen?

Is it the jewelry?

You reacted this way
to Ann's ring, too, remember?

Ann's jewelry,

in the basement.

What about Ann's jewelry?

SHERIFF: Hold it
right there.

No, Sheriff!
Sheriff, wait!

Stay out of this, ma'am.

Now, nobody
needs to get hurt,

ain't that right,
George?

Just drop them shears.

Don't even think about
turning them on yourself.

I wouldn't,

but you're taking me back,
and I'd die in there.

Oh! Oh, no, George,

Sheriff Barnes is not
gonna take you back.

At least, not until
you have seen Dr. Carlson.

Please, George, I promise you.

Please!

Sheriff?

Okay. He sees the doc.

But what can he do, Jessica?

I told you,
I still can't remember.

Oh, but you've started,
George. The jewelry. The basement.

You've started to
make the connection.

Maybe this is
the breakthrough

that Dr. Carlson
has been looking for.

CARLSON: Just relax

and breathe deep.

That's it, George.

Very good.

You're sinking deeper and
deeper into a place of calm

and quiet.

Relax.

What is the point of
all this, anyway?

Hypnotizing George back to
a murder he committed 15 years ago? Why?

CARLSON: Breathe deep.
Well, because I've always

had a hunch that
he did not commit that murder.

At least, not in the way
that people think he did.

The case was open and shut.

He met Professor Rollins,
took him down in the basement, and stuck him.

How else could
it have happened?

He's under.

George,
can you hear me?

Yes.
Good.

I'm going to take you
back, George, back to a time 15 years ago,

a time when Ann was
engaged to Nathan Rollins.

It's all right, George.
We're simply reviewing the past, that's all.

You're apart from it,

watching from a safe distance.

Now,

it's the night before
the wedding, remember?

You went to the cellar
to get Ann's trunk.

The cellar.

That's right, George.

What do you see?

I... I don't know.

Yes, George.

Yes, you do.

It's only the past,
a distant memory. It can't hurt you now.

You see something
bright and shiny.

Ann's jewelry.

Tell us about
Ann's jewelry, George.

Tell us about the jewelry
and Professor Rollins.

Nathan was there,

in the cellar,

at the safe.

He had Ann's diamonds.

He made some kind of excuse,

and it was as if
I really saw him for the first time.

That's when I knew
the rumors of his gambling debts were true.

He didn't love Ann.
He only wanted her money.

He tried to deny it,
but I knew he was lying.

I tried to leave,
but he wouldn't let me out,

said he had too much
at stake. He couldn't let me ruin things now.

I tried to get past,
but he picked up the shears!

I ran for the storm doors,
but they were locked!

I couldn't get them open!

Nathan! Nathan!

I didn't mean to kill him.

It was an accident.

He was trying to kill me.

Of course, it was
an accident, George.

Now, we can see that now.

He betrayed you, your trust,
your friendship, even Ann.

And the pain of his betrayal,

the trauma of the violence,
caused your mind to block it out,

until now.

I want you to relax, George.

Close your eyes, okay?

Breathe deeply.

Good, George.
Very good.

Okay, so how'd you know?

Well, I didn't.

But I will admit that
I always thought it was very strange

that a gentle man
like George would murder a man that he idolized.

Then yesterday,
when Helen mentioned the Professor's gambling debts,

it meant nothing
until George's reaction to my broach

caused him to
remember Ann's jewelry,

the jewelry she keeps
in the safe in the cellar.

That's it?
That's all you had to go on?

Well, that and
the belief in my cousin.

I mean, Dr. Carlson never
believed that George was homicidal, and neither did I.

Okay, he may not
have killed Rollins,

but that does not mean
he didn't kill Bill Spenser.

Well, on the contrary,
that's exactly what it means.

You're saying
you know who did it?

Yes, I think I do.
The problem is to prove it.

ROSEMARY:
Hi, there, Sheriff. Ma'am.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Well, this is a surprise.
I thought you'd be out looking for George.

Oh, we found him.
We're looking for your daughter. She around?

Meg? Well, no.
She's out making collections.

Look, if this is about
Meg taking those photos of the cellar...

I'm sorry,
but it's more than that.

What happened after
you and Meg left Ann's late yesterday afternoon?

Nothing. I went home
to my place and she went home to hers.

Meg have somebody
who can vouch for that?

Why should she?

Oh, come on, Sheriff, you
don't think Meg had anything to do with Bill's murder.

Why, she hardly knew him.

Well, perhaps not.

But as his daughter,
Meg may have assumed

that she stood to
inherit a great deal from his estate.

His daughter?

What's she talking about?

I mean, you know Jody Taylor
and I got married right out of high school.

Not that he stuck
around for long, I admit, but...

Yeah, I remember Jody leaving.

As I recall, he couldn't
hardly wait to get out.

So? What's that prove?

No more than the feeling I had
when I first saw Meg, that she looked familiar.

Then, later,
when I saw her at the reception,

responding to Bill Spenser's
anger with her own,

I realized that she bore
a resemblance to Bill.

The world's
full of look-alikes.

Having a physical resemblance
doesn't necessarily mean it's genetic.

BARNES: No, no,
but blood types are.

Mrs. Fletcher suggested
we check the hospital records.

There is no way that
Jody could have been Meg's natural father.

Took a man
with a blood type A, like Bill Spenser.

Meg may have been his,
but I swear she never knew it.

Well, then how do you explain
the clipping shears she planted in George's room?

What?

The murder weapon.

Turned up in George's
dresser not two hours

after Mrs. Fletcher
caught Meg in the cellar.

Well, George probably
put them there himself.

No, ma'am.

The way I see it,

Meg saw a chance to kill
a man she hated

and inherit at the same time.

Working here
made it easy for her to read about the first crime.

So, when she saw George
leave the party

and heard he was gonna
be gone for several hours,

Meg saw her chance
and took it.

It's not true.
I told you, she went home!

Just long enough
to change clothes and grab a pair of clipping shears,

then she went back
to the party

and left a note luring Bill
down into the basement.

No!

Where, when he arrived,
Meg stabbed him,

grabbed them shears,
and ran out the side door.

I'm telling you,
Meg didn't kill Bill! I did!

I apologize, ma'am.
You were right.

It's just like you figured.

She figured?

But how?

You told me yourself.

Although it didn't
click into place

until George revealed what
really happened 15 years ago.

I still get sick every time
I think about that first one I covered 15 years ago.

There was blood
over everything,

floor, refrigerator,
even the ceiling.

I haven't been down
in that cellar since.

The refrigerator wasn't
in the cellar 15 years ago.

It was only put down there
last month.

I see.

You never suspected
Meg at all.

Not after the shears turned up
in George's dresser.

That's when I knew
Meg couldn't have been the one to plant them,

because there was only
one creak on the stairs.

You see, if Meg
had come upstairs to plant those shears,

and then gone downstairs
to the cellar where I found her,

there would have been
two creaks.

Which means, whoever came
upstairs to plant the shears,

was still in George's room
when Mrs. Fletcher went downstairs

and found Meg in the cellar.

JESSICA: I was only in
the cellar a few moments

before I rushed
to try to catch Meg,

but, instead, I caught you.

Not having just arrived
at the house, as you pretended,

but having just left
after planting the shears in George's dresser,

where he found them.

Well, I guess
I've never been much of an actress.

Heck, Bill took
one look at me 30 years ago,

and knew exactly
how I felt about him.

Not that he cared much
after our first few dates.

And then, when he
left town and I found out I was pregnant,

I tricked Jody Taylor
into thinking Meg was his,

and married him
so she'd have a name.

Deep down, I always hoped
he'd come back.

And after 30 years, he did.

But it wasn't for me.

He'd forgotten all about me.

When I told him everything
I'd endured for him, you know what he called it?

"A regrettable mistake."

He made a mistake, all right,
and I made sure it was his last.

Why do you have
to rush off? It feels like you just got here.

(CREAKS)

I have to
get back to work.

You might not believe it
from reading one,

(CREAKS)
But my books don't write themselves.

Goodness, I don't believe
I've ever seen a bigger suitcase.

Oh, I have. I just
carried two of them out to the car.

Oh, I'm so sorry,
George. Usually I travel very light,

but his time I couldn't
make up my mind what to bring, so I brought everything.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

Tell Helen to
keep her girdle on.

Sure, I can hear me
saying that to Helen.

Oh, isn't George amazing?

I didn't think that
I'd ever see him cheerful again.

And how are you doing?

Beautifully, thank you.

I mean it, Jess.
Thank you so much.

Don't you tell me that,
that's what cousins are for.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it,
but it happens to be true.

HELEN: Please hurry.

It's bad enough
I'm running a taxi service. Do I have to wait all day?

Oh, Helen,
hold your girdle on.

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