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You’re not going out in this are you?

Tonight, on Murder, She Wrote.

Sea's impossible, unable to round Humber Point.

He’s an arms dealer, a middleman and he can be deadly.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay.

We book half a dozen orders, Ward will get us that loan.

A lot of good it will do us if we’re doing time

for smuggling embargoed armaments.

I don’t think I can do that.

Hey, have you heard the latest about Eve Simpson

and Martin Fraser?

Are you gonna let him get away with that?

And half the people in this town

look upon me as some sort of villain.

A real nor’easter.

We got doped in this casting off of one of these.

Save it. Give me a hand.

Night like this, we’ll be lucky to get past

the breakwater without running aground.

Nobody’s betting your arm, old man.

Get rid of him.

Henry, here.

Hey, hey, let me give you a hand with that.

You’re not going out in this, are you?

They’ve got small craft warnings posted up and down the coast.

It’s God willing, sheriff.

Nothing those buggers like better than

to take shelter in my nets.

I’m sure glad it’s not me going out there.

Yeah.

Watch yourself. There.

Yeah.

Finally got that new bilge pump.

Just in time too, we’ll be shipping a lot of water tonight.

You give my best to Adele.

Right.

Hey, you be careful out there, Henry.

You don’t want to miss a chance to win back your 50 bucks.

You keep drawing those straights,

it’s never gonna happen.

That’s not your problem, Henry.

Pulling on your earlobe every time you bluff,

that’s your problem.

Good night now.

Good night now.

Let’s get this show on the road.

Nobody ever said anything about a gun.

He’s right, Shannon.

The last thing we need is violence.

I don’t recall you telling me anything about

getting this done only if I feel like it.

Don’t argue, just do it.

Let me give you a little advice, Mr. Bentall.

This lobster jockey, you better watch him.

He’s gonna get us all thrown in the joint.

He’s not the one who worries me, Phil.

Seth, can you hear me?

Seth, I’ve got two new leaks down here.

I know that, Jessica.

It’s gone down my shirt and through my shoes.

Whoa, that’s one doozy of a storm.

It’s only the beginning of the season.

At this rate we may all float away before it’s over.

Listen, Mrs. Fletcher, I’m really grateful for the work.

Oh, Russell, that’s not necessary.

I don’t think I or Seth could have managed without you.

Well, that’s much appreciated.

I guess there’s no need to tell you

how slim things have been since they laid us off.

- Yes, I know. - That’s an ill wind that doesn’t blow.

Oh.

Hello?

Hello, there.

Oh. Oh, my goodness, what happened?

Well, I lost some shingles in the night.

I’m afraid it’s just leaking like a Titanic.

Do me a favor and empty that, will you, dear?

Thanks.

Russell.

Eve.

Oh, I’m sorry to come at such a bad time,

but my phone went out.

Well, I’d love to chat but I’ve got my hands

and anything else I can find, full.

I’ve also got to go over these students’ papers

and I’m late on the set of revisions for my editor.

- Russell and you, is that because-- - Martin Fraser.

Oh, Lord knows he hated having to lay all those people off.

I think they blame him for the whole recession.

Martin is why I’m here.

Seth, are you all right up there?

Well, of course I’m--

Of course I’m all right.

Eve, what are you doing here on day like this?

You’re both invited for dinner on Wednesday.

Martin’s coming back from Europe.

I’m busy.

Oh, Seth.

Seth, Martin is really such a special client.

Here, here, here. No.

Oh-oh. You did hurt yourself didn’t you?

Well, it’s nothing really, it's just a little twinge.

I’ll take a couple of aspirin and call myself a morning.

There’s a wonderful new chiropractor over in Bar Harbor,

Dr. Albright.

I’ll make an appointment for you.

Chiropractor?

I’d rather eat broken glass.

Well, I’ll run along.

Perhaps, shuffle.

A piece of cake you said.

All the arrangements for the financing

were supposed to be in place by the time I got back.

And you were supposed to give me something

to work with, something besides smoke.

Brian tells me you’ve had the drawings and the mockups for ten days.

What the hell have you been doing?

Martin, banks are not in the business of

giving $20 million loans on drawings and mockups.

- Maybe they should-- - Excuse me, Martin.

You said you wanted to see these as soon as they came in.

From the Pentagon, response to our proposals.

- Good news? - Negative, I’m afraid.

They say there is no money for new projects.

And you wonder why they value your inventory

of missile hardware at only ten cents on the dollar.

You think I’m not trying?

Martin,

I think you’re just another one track

military industrial complexer who’s hoping for a rerun of the cold war.

And I got a bulletin for you, it’s over and done with,

and so is Pantechnics, unless you get serious.

Serious?

A marketable version of our underwater survey system is just around the corner.

We’ve got damn near all the bugs worked out of the prototype.

The Japanese were on the phone with me every other day about--

Martin, you’re talking to me.

Look at this place.

You’ve got about eight employees left

and a warehouse full of missile guiding systems nobody wants

and I’ve got my reputation at risk back on Wall Street.

A situation that’s about to change.

Wait, wait. Brian, hand me those drawings.

Carl, we’re gonna be testing this equipment Saturday

on the company board of Cabot Cove.

I’d like you to be there.

All right, I’ll be there, Martin.

But I want you to understand something.

It had better be a wild success

because it’s your last shot with me.

Fair enough.

Martin, what in hell do you think you’re doing?

My job,

which is more than can be said for you.

How could you have missed the pick off?

Oh, for the love of--

This is not home delivery we’re talking here.

That storm the other night’s one of the worst

they’ve had in the last two years.

As it was, our man almost lost his boat,

not to mention his life off Humber Point.

Brian, I’m talking about our survival.

Our only source of cash flow until we procure that loan off.

Now, if you’re starting to lose your nerve on me, for God’s sake--

It’s taken care of.

I spoke to Kurtz.

I’m arranging another rendezvous and another messenger.

The fisherman bailed out on us.

But that’s the least of my worries, isn’t it?

There’s no way I can have this prototype up

and running by Saturday and you know it.

You heard of life or death, my friend?

Well, this is it, our last chance.

You got to get it working.

We book half a dozen orders, Ward will get us that loan.

A lot of good it will do us,

if you’re doing time for smuggling embargoed armaments.

Hey.

What’s new in the travel business?

You went out in that storm?

Yeah.

Daddy, what’s the matter with you?

You could have got yourself killed.

I’ve been at this a few years, Sarah.

Yeah, I remember them.

And you telling me about all those friends

that you lost in weather just like that.

Well, I didn’t stop long.

I’m not a total fool.

Oh, I--

I got something for you.

A thousand dollars?

Daddy, where did you get this?

Uh, you know, poker games, fishing, been saving up.

- Dad, I can’t. - Yeah, you can.

Take it, honey.

Oh, yeah, you can pay me back,

well, when business picks up.

Thanks.

Get out of here. I got work to do.

Yeah, you take care of yourself.

Metzger.

Oh, hi, Henry.

I guess that new bilge pump worked pretty good, huh?

Yeah, I know, yeah, no problem.

Mort, I got to talk to you.

It’s-- it’s important.

All right, I’ll be right over. You at home?

A little later,

about 8 o’clock down at the boat.

There, let’s have a few words.

Hang in there. We’ll get you out of here.

Lady, you’re killing me. Please move it over there.

Back it up and let her in there, will you?

Nobody is going anywhere,

why don’t we just have a nice little picnic here?

Now.

How about you now, lady?

Please give me one of them,

people are gonna see this.

No, Seth, I’m not letting you carry anything.

Look, it makes me ache just to look at you.

Now when are you gonna make the appointment with the chiropractor?

Oh, don’t start with me, Jess.

In a couple of days, it’ll be as good as new.

It only hurts when I stand up, sit down or lie down.

What in the world is going on here?

Come on, let’s get going, okay?

Throw everybody out of work

but they can still buy themselves fancy boats, huh?

Leo, we’ll talk economics later.

Let me try to get this thing out of here.

Will you please? Go ahead.

Come on, Alex, just follow him, will you?

Stay close to him. Stay close to him.

Lady, please, will you please move it over?

Hold it. Okay, Mr. Nelson, you want to bring it out too?

Sherriff, I really do apologize for this problem, you know.

Well, I know.

Hold it right there. Come on, moving on.

- Jessica. - Hello, Martin.

- Eve. - Oh, hi.

Tell me, Martin, this dog and pony show...

Seth.

You figure it will bring you

your company’s stock up off the floor, do you?

I honest to God hope so, Seth.

Seth, Martin is doing his best.

Oh, yeah. I just hope that other people know what they’re doing too.

Seth, we really have to get back.

I got to go back to work.

And the caterers want a check for the full amount.

They were demanding cash but I talked them out of it.

Helen, I don’t even want to contemplate what I’d do without you.

I’ll just go upstairs and get a check.

Eve, would you get Helen whatever she wants please?

Oh.

I don’t think I can do that.

No, you can’t.

Martin told me about you.

Did he tell you about himself?

Oh, Helen, I don’t blame you for being bitter.

Here we are, Helen, and thanks for everything.

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Henry?

Oh, Henry.

So I’d say poor Henry

died of carbon monoxide poising.

When he was overcome by the fumes,

he probably fell hard on his head

which would account for the severe cranial injuries.

Well, exhaust manifold could have been leaking

for sometime without him knowing it.

Risky thing that.

You know, the same thing happened

to my aunt Hilda when I was born.

Remember I tell you that, Jess?

Her furnace vent got clogged up.

Well, you can’t smell it, can you?

Poor old dame went down to the basement, never came up again.

Took three strong men to haul her back upstairs.

And at the time he called, Henry sounded really worried.

By the by, sheriff, did you ever explain

why all the cabinets on the boat were open?

Well, he must have been looking for something.

Sarah said she can’t find his logbook.

Excuse me, sheriff, could you get up a minute?

Ah, here it is, thanks.

Of course, you can’t account for the elephant footprints

on the dock either, can we, Mrs. F?

Mm?

Oh, no, sheriff. I suppose not.

Jess, have you got a fever or something?

Normally you’d be all over the sheriff on a case like this.

I’m sorry, but between the leakings

and the hammerings and the revisions and the corrections...

Boys are almost done on the roof, Mrs. Fletcher.

Should hold you another 20 years.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

- Then there won’t be any more hammering? - Oh, not quite.

Still have to fix a couple of loose joists up in the attic.

It’s like somebody dropped a steamer truck up there.

Yes, well.

Thanks for the breakfast, Jess.

I think I’d better run along.

You know, bacon fat would help that back of yours, Doc.

- My grandma swore by it. - Bacon?

Didn’t you ever hear of cholesterol, sheriff?

I’m not talking about eating it.

You rub it in near the sore spot.

And you call yourself a doctor.

Oh, if I could stand up straight,

you would regret that last remark.

And molasses, like in the old country.

My grandma cured a lumbago epidemic

practically overnight.

- Lumbago epidemic? - Mm-hmm.

And what old country was that may I ask?

Guacamora?

- Mr. Shannon? - Yeah.

I’m Carl Ward.

I’m a financial analyst of Pantechnics Corporation.

So?

Anybody ever tell you you’d be easy to find

if you were in the yellow pages?

What do you want, Mr. Ward?

Information,

on some payments that Pantechnics made to you recently,

three separate occasions

for shipping services?

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Here's a photocopy of the checks.

What I find confusing is that

Pantechnics has an exclusive arrangement

with carry trucking out of Bridgeton.

Why were you hired, Mr. Shannon?

I got work to do. Adios.

Yeah, it’s Shannon.

Who’s this Ward character that just left?

Thought you said nobody’s gonna know about this deal.

Hey, man, I’m stuck with all these drums and rattles

poked down here with no place to put them.

No, pal, you listen to me.

If the Feds even get one whiff of this,

I’m looking at hard time at Leavenworth.

You can’t cover my butt, pal.

I do it myself.

As you’re well aware, Mr. Takuta,

we’ve been photographing the ocean floor for decades now,

but this is the first successful application of

imaging technology to read deep beneath the crust itself.

I understand your plan for Saturday has changed, Mr. Fraser.

We are to be treated to an actual working

demonstration of your prototype.

You understand correctly, so have your checkbook ready.

Oh, Eve, darling.

Eve Simpson, I’d like you to meet mister Takuta.

He owns Sinabi Heavy Industries.

Oh. What a pleasure to meet you.

Think about a Comstock lode 1,000 fathoms deep.

Our system will save billions in developmental financing.

No guess work. It will give it all to you on your computer screen.

Under sea mineral deposits,

their depth, purity, everything.

Well, I sure hope you’ve got someone to take

the heat in case this thing lays an egg, Mr. Bentall.

It will work, sheriff, bet on it.

Were you a gambling man?

I enjoy a game now and then.

Well, I happen to have a little group meet on Thursday.

So if you care to join us, 8 o’ clock,

my place?

Tomorrow night? Sure. Thanks, sheriff.

I’ll try and brush up on my probability calculus.

Probability calculus?

It’s a sellathon, Jess.

Martin Fraser and a couple of his corporate henchman

trying desperately to save a dying company.

Seth, I think this underwater survey system

is a wonderful idea.

And I’ve never seen Eve look so happy.

Yes, that’s a case of love causing severely

impaired vision to say nothing of judgment.

Oh, there’s Jessica.

- Hello. - Eve, Martin.

Jessica, Seth.

Sorry to hear about Henry Riddett.

I understand he was a dear friend to you both.

Yes, he was and we’re gonna miss him.

Jessica, I don’t suppose you get to

spend much time in Cabot Cove these days?

As much as I can. It’ll always be home to me.

It’s a wonderful place to recharge your batteries.

Isn’t that the truth?

I’ve put Martin on notice

that I will never completely leave this town.

Too many friends to leave behind here if we moved away.

Excuse me, now, another guest.

There were reasons why you weren’t invited here.

I forgive the oversight.

I want to congratulate you on the way you handled the Riddett matter.

What are you talking about?

Don’t be shy, Fraser. The man had become a liability.

Are you crazy, Kurtz? The man died accidentally.

As you wish.

But his death raises the question of

what arrangements you are making to meet our timetable.

Brian told you, we’re dealing with it.

Now I think it really would be best--

I warn you, Fraser.

The ship must be met and the goods transferred.

The rendezvous this time is play or pay.

Excuse me. I have some friends I want you to meet, darling.

Could I borrow him for just a moment?

Well, of course.

Stop the tap dancing and get to it, huh?

All right, Martin, I will.

I’m onto your game.

I figured out what you’re attempting to do

with an inventory of embargoed guidance and bullets.

I hope we’d been more clever.

But then giving the carte blanche I was forced to give you,

I suppose it was just a matter of time.

Give me credit for a little ingenuity, Martin.

It was very well concealed.

I presume your purpose was to provide interim cash flow

until the bank loan came through.

Which I suppose is a dead issue now?

Not necessarily.

You wanted me to get to the point,

here it is, Martin.

I want one third of whatever you realize.

And if I refuse, the loan disappears is that it?

It gets worse.

Interested Federal Agencies will be informed.

Are you gonna let him get away with that?

Do I have a choice?

Make it easy on you. Three.

Your three, raise you three.

No.

No, too rich for my blood.

Well, I will see your raise and I will raise you five.

What’s the matter, Brian, you need a calculator?

Real men can afford to be gracious when they are winning, sheriff.

Well, you should have reminded yourself of that last week, Doc.

I’m gonna be hearing about this card by card all day tomorrow.

Oh, yeah?

Call.

Full house.

Aces over tens.

Woo-ho-hoo.

Well, I guess you don’t have to be an Einstein

to play this game after all.

Well, that’s for sure.

Oh, good idea, Brian, you call your answering machine again.

See if Amarillo Slim left you any of his secrets.

Maybe he did.

Okay, gentlemen, it’s gonna be a little five card draw.

Jacks or better. Ante up.

My luck’s about to change.

You got a hunch?

Bet a bunch, but luck has nothing to do with it.

Isn’t there a city ordinance that punishes bad winners?

Can I help, Martin?

I wish you could, sweetheart.

Maybe another one of these will do the trick.

Isn’t there something we might talk about,

that might help you unwind?

Apart from the marine survey systems?

Well, we could talk about me

about to lose everything I’ve built for ten years.

Martin?

And we could talk about the people.

The engineers with the Volvo on a mortgage.

I’m sorry.

Let’s face it, huh?

To say that I’m rotten company

tonight would be a massive understatement,

I’ll just take you home and I’ll brood by myself.

No, no. No, you’re not gonna take me home.

Hi, there.

Either of you fellows seen Carl Ward,

the guy driving that car parked up there?

No, there’s nobody around this morning.

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

Trust me, Martin, they still won’t interfere with our plans.

Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll be--

Good morning, Mrs. F.

I figured you’d be too distracted to come down here.

Well, I’m just taking a post office break.

Another accident?

If that’s what it was.

Two in less than a week, almost the same.

Surprising, if you ask me.

Henry Riddett, you mean?

How similar is it? Blow to the head?

CO poising? Leaky exhaust?

Some memory.

Now, I could have sworn

you weren’t listening to a word that day.

So could I, sheriff.

Any elephant footprints this time?

No, not that I--

She’s sneaky, sheriff.

You still haven’t answered my question.

Similar, very.

Practically identical I’d call it.

Right down to the wounds on the heads

expect for Mr. Wards’ bruised wrist.

Two murders?

Basically the same MO,

except that in Henry’s case,

theft might have been involved.

Well, that’s right.

It might not have been Henry

who was looking for whatever on his boat.

Well, any idea when this happened?

I’d say somewhere between seven and ten last night.

We’ll have a better fix when the coroner’s finished.

The thing is, why would someone kill a fisherman

and an investment banker?

I mean, where is the connection?

And apparently tried to steal something from the fisherman.

What’s going on, sheriff?

Are you saying this is a murder?

Well, it’s possible.

Any news as why Mr. Ward would be

on your company boat last night?

I haven’t the foggiest.

He knew we were readying the new survey system

for a demonstration run on Saturday, but--

That electronic gear.

Maybe he came down to check on it,

make sure it was in working order.

Sheriff, I’ve only installed a small part of it.

The heart of the system is under lock and key

back at Pantechnics.

Carl knew that.

Perhaps he was supposed to meet someone?

And the appointment turns out to be the killer.

He hits Ward, shoves him in the engine compartment,

switches it on and asphyxiates him with the exhaust fumes.

I don’t know, sheriff.

I mean, it still doesn’t explain

those bruises on Mr. Ward’s wrist

and it’s seems a rather cumbersome way to kill someone.

I mean, why not a gun or a knife or strangulation.

Could be a candidate for the record books

under odd ways to commit the murder.

Record books.

Seth, would you mind dropping these off at the post office?

They’re my students’ papers.

All right.

Ah-huh.

Until midnight.

And your mother will confirm that?

It’s the best I can do, sheriff.

I was there all evening.

Okay, Mr. Fraser, now you.

Well, I’m afraid I can’t back

an account of my whereabouts, sheriff.

I worked late, left the office about 1 a.m..

This $20 million loan

that Carl was trying to arrange for you,

what was the money gonna be used for?

R and D, research and development.

We planned to develop

a line of products for civilian use.

Well, the report that the victim filed

with these people in New York,

he didn’t feel you had a plan.

And I’ve got to tell you, Mr. Fraser,

there’s a lot of people here in Cabot Cove

who feel the same way.

Well, they’re sadly mistaken, aren’t they?

I put my life blood into this company,

but I’m not about to let it fail.

Even if it costs a few people their lives?

Wrong, sheriff.

And I’ll tell you something else.

Carl Ward was my conduit to that money.

Dead, he is no good to me or Pantechnics.

Come on, Helen, I think we’ve taken up

enough of the good sheriff’s time.

Hey, Mr. Fraser, don’t take it personally.

Oh, but I do, because I don’t think

this is about just those two killings.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Now, in spite of my investment here,

you, Dr. Hazlitt, half the people in this town

look upon me as some sort of villain,

an outsider who can’t be trusted.

Oh, Jess, those coroner’s reports you wanted.

Oh, Seth, I should have come over to your office. Sit down please.

I’d rather stand if you don’t mind.

Well, he confirms that both deaths were due

to carbon monoxide poisoning, just as you suspected.

Clever fellow that coroner.

Except that Carl Ward appears to have been

hit on the head an hour or two before he died.

CO poisoning works pretty fast, doesn’t it?

Oh, yeah. Aunt Hilda went off in a couple of moments,

poor old girl.

Jessica, it came in this morning’s mail.

- Hello, Seth. - Sarah.

You’ve got to tell me how you knew

daddy would send me a package.

I didn’t.

It was just a hunch.

Your father’s logbook and his nautical charts.

May I?

Of course.

But why would daddy send them to me?

I guess that he might have sent them to you

to prevent them from getting into someone else’s hands,

possibly the person or person who searched his boat.

Are you saying that my father knew he might be killed?

I’m afraid it looks more and more that way, Sarah.

Now here it is, the night of the storm.

2100 hours, cast off from Cabot Cove dock

full load of merchandise from New Seaford.

Merchandise?

2342 hours, seas impossible,

unable to round Humber Point, turning back for Cabot Cove.

Humber Point, that’s not where he goes for cod fish.

Hang on.

Yeah. Could you give me the telephone number

of the coast guard in Portland please?

The Aurora Discoverer?

Yes, a container ship, 12,000 tonnes.

Siberian registry.

- Departed Boston on the 17th. - Mm-hmm.

Lieutenant Bellingsley said that

it was the only ship

that passed Humber Point in either directions

the night of the storm and their radar report

indicates that it stood off the point from 9 p.m.

until after midnight.

Now wait a minute. Am I missing something here?

I mean, what has this got to do with anything?

Sheriff, didn’t you tell me that Henry Riddett

was transferring something from the back of a truck

on to his fishing boat?

Yeah, a new bilge pump.

Uh-huh, perhaps.

Perhaps.

Now what is that supposed to mean?

It wasn’t a bilge pump?

Come on, Mrs. F, give.

Did you see what was in the back of that truck?

Fifty five gallon fuel drums.

A plain white truck on the dock of Cabot Cove.

Suppose it wasn’t fuel?

Suppose it was something

that Henry was taking on board

to deliver to the Aurora Discoverer.

Well, that would certainly explain Henry’s log entry

about merchandise from New Seaford.

And it might also explain why he was killed.

Did you happen to see the license plate number on that truck?

No. But I’m not all bad.

I’ve got the make and model.

All in all, probably enough to run a trace

and I think I’d recognize the driver.

This does seem to be the place.

Call you back.

Mr. Shannon, may we talk to you please?

Yeah, I’m busy.

So am I.

I’m investigating a murder.

This is Mrs. Fletcher.

What do you want?

You met Henry Riddett in Cabot Cove

the night of the storm, why?

He needed a new generator and I delivered it.

He said it was a bilge pump. You want to try again?

Judging from what we know, Mr. Shannon,

it seems reasonable to assume that you and he were involved

in some sort of smuggling operation.

Hey, sometimes I get hired

to pick up fuel drums from Pantechnics,

- drop them off at this guy’s boat. - Fuel drums.

When Henry brought those back the night of the storm,

where did you take them.

Who said they came back?

The last I saw of them.

You want to open that truck please?

Sure.

Satisfied?

Thanks for your cooperation.

Sheriff, that rope in the truck,

I’ve seen that before.

I think I may know where he took them,

the Pantechnics boat.

Bingo. There must be 15 drums full of these things down there.

Any idea who might want to take another trip out to sea?

Mr. Fraser, you want to tell me what this is?

It’s a part of a missile guidance system.

We used to manufacture them.

You want to tell me why your boat’s crammed full of them?

It’s a mistake pure and simple.

They should be in our warehouse at Pantechnics.

Was it a mistake, Martin?

Didn’t you try to ship these out to a freighter

five nights ago aboard Henry Riddett’s boat?

I don’t think you realize what’s happening.

Before you say anything dumb, Mr. Fraser,

I’m placing you under arrest for the murder of Carl Ward

and probably Henry Riddett, too.

Andy.

Now wait a minute, Mr. Fraser.

Are you trying to tell me that

there’s some international bad guy running around Cabot Cove

and he killed Henry Riddett and Carl Ward?

I believe so, yes.

And what’s his name Goldfinger?

Kurtz, Walter Kurtz.

Description.

Thinning brown hair, brown eyes,

about 5’10, wears wire rim glasses?

Exactly.

I’m not even gonna ask.

I saw him talking to Martin at his party.

He’s an arms dealer, a middleman and he can be deadly.

All right. Now let’s take this from the beginning.

Your company was going belly up so you decided to sell

a few million bucks worth of missile parts

through this guy Kurtz to some people

who really shouldn’t get them, crime number one.

That was the plan.

Only Henry never meets the ship off Humber Point,

he comes back frightened.

You smash him over the head and break his exhaust outlet

to make it look like an accident,

- crime number two. - I had nothing to do with that.

Then Carl Ward goes through your books and discovers your scam.

Now, did he threaten to go to the Feds

or did he want money instead?

Either way, you’ve to keep him quiet

so he goes the same way Henry did,

crime number three.

And you’ve already told me

you haven’t got an alibi for either murder.

Darling, there are times when being a gentleman

just isn’t worth the price.

Sheriff, Martin couldn’t possibly have killed

Carl Ward or Henry Riddett.

He was with me both nights.

Till when?

Until breakfast.

You weren’t foolish, Eve.

I mean, when you love someone unconditionally,

it’s always risky, but then, if you don’t take the chance...

You don’t get the brass ring or maybe the gold one.

At least there’s some consolation in that

he isn’t the killer.

Well, thanks, Jessica.

I really do appreciate the support

but I can’t delude myself,

no matter how well-intentioned it might have been,

two people are dead because of what Martin was doing.

Well, I’ll see you.

See you later.

Do I detect wheels turning?

It just annoys me that I can’t figure out

why the killer knocked out Carl Ward

and then waited two hours

before stating the motor to asphyxiate him.

It doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, does it?

I assume it occurred to you

that Eve might be lying to protect Martin Fraser?

Oh, I don’t think that she did.

I doubt that she’d make something like that up.

I mean, it’s-- Well, it’s too personal.

These are the 90s, Mrs. F.

Now what do they do?

Send out to Portland for our lunch?

Hey, back seems a lot better, huh, Doc?

Time is a great healer, Mort.

As a matter of fact, I’ve never felt looser.

Well, isn’t that wonderful, Seth,

and high time, because, you know,

I have mislaid that chiropractor’s card.

Oh, that reminds me.

I-- You know, I borrowed that

thinking I might have a possible patient referral.

Oh, how did you like Dr. Albright?

What?

Oh.

She’s all right, I suppose if you like that sort of thing.

And by the way, have you heard the latest about

Eve Simpson and Martin Fraser?

Mrs. Pemberthy has it on good account

that they have a love child

who’s being raised in Paris by nuns.

I tell you,

gossip gets around this town faster than a phone call.

That’s it. That’s it.

Seth, you have just put your finger

on the killer’s modus operandi.

- I have? - Yeah.

Sheriff, let’s go.

We’re gonna have to rustle up some help.

Of course, I’ll do anything I can to help, sheriff.

You say there’s some new circumstances?

Yes, for one thing Martin Fraser’s been cleared of both murders.

Oh, thank God.

He may have overstepped the line

with his contraband business,

but I was never convinced he could murder anyone.

And what can I do to help?

Well, I need to find Walter Kurtz.

You suspect him?

We have reason to believe

we know how he arranged the killings.

Now, is it possible for you to contact him

and set up a meeting?

I think so, yeah.

It may take some time.

He tends to be somewhat elusive.

I’ll call you as soon as I find him.

Thank you, Mr. Bentall.

Sheriff?

Yes.

Did you say you know how he did it?

Yep.

But it’s kind of policy not to give out any details, you understand.

Of course.

You will hear from me.

Oh, miss Lewis, I wonder if I might have a word with you.

If you wish.

I’ll take that, Mr. Bentall, if you don’t mind.

Sheriff, Mrs. Fletcher, what brings you here?

You did, Mr. Bentall.

I’m arresting you for the murders of Carl Ward and Henry Riddett.

For crying out loud, I was sitting two seats away from you

at a poker game at the time that Carl was murdered.

Tell him, Mrs. F.

What better alibi than the local sheriff himself,

but earlier in the evening you’d arranged to meet Mr. Ward right here.

The coroner’s report indicated

that the blow you struck to his head

occurred two hours or so before he died.

You hand cuffed your victim to the engine

and opened up the exhaust manifold

so that when you turned on the boat’s engine,

the deadly carbon monoxide fumes could escape.

You came back here after the poker game and removed the handcuffs.

What you didn’t know was that Ward regained consciousness before he died.

His struggle left lacerations and bruises on his wrist and hand,

marks that you couldn’t possibly have seen in the dark

but were apparent to the coroner.

Towards 10 o’clock, with the poker group present,

you made a phone call on your cellular phone,

a call to a circuit board you placed

in the engine housing, which you just removed--

Maybe he did.

The board that started the cruise’s engine

when you punched in a code by telephone.

It will never fly, sheriff.

The phone company records will show that

I called my answering machine at work.

Oh, sure.

They impounded it an hour ago.

One of my deputies knows something about electronics.

Now he says the machine was rigged to relay a radio signal

and I’m sure if we examine this gizmo real closely

we’ll find that it was picked up right here.

You killed Carl Ward almost the same way you murdered Henry,

with a strong alibi for the second murder,

you assumed you’d never be suspected for the first.

Andy?

Brian Bentall made a full confession

to the District Attorney this morning.

Seems he had an arrangement with Kurtz

where he was gonna complete the missile parts

transfer himself and abscond with the money.

Mm-hmm. So, when Carl Ward heard about the plan,

he demanded a piece of it

and that’s when Brian decided to kill him.

It’s too bad about their marine survey system Brian invented,

because now neither he, Helen Lewis or Martin Fraser

are gonna be around to enjoy it.

And I understand that the demonstration

those Boston people ran was a huge success.

They’re buying up Pantechnics,

which will be a wonderful boost to the local economy.

Enjoy your lunch, ladies.

Are you all right, Eve?

Oh.

Oh, I’m fine really.

It’s just gonna take time

and I’ve got lots to keep me busy.

The office and replanting garden

and sorting my socks, you know.

Excuse me.

Eve Simpson?

Yes.

I’m sorry to disturb you.

Your office told me I could find you here.

I’m just in town for the day

and I’m looking for property to buy in the area,

but I can see that you’re busy.

Maybe some other time.

Oh, no, no.

No, today is fine.

- Mr... - Wright.

Yes, of course, I should have guessed.

Ben Wright.

I’m sorry, Jessica, but you understand.

Would you excuse me?

Business before pleasure.

Oh, absolutely, Eve.

I mean, you can sort your socks any day.