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Lila.

Lila.

I know you're there, Lila.

You can't do this. Leaving
isn't going to solve anything.

Kyle, I... I can't stay here!

Listen to me.

Wherever you go, you're
going to have trouble,

and they're going to start asking
you questions you can't answer.

Maybe... They'll believe
what they want to believe.

Kyle, don't worry about me.

No.

I'm not going to
let you go. Not now.

Problem here, folks?

Oh, Dr. Adderly.

Miss Nolan.

Hello, George.

Uh, we're just having a
chat here. It's no problem.

Didn't mean to
interrupt anything,

but we've been havin' a rash
of car phone thefts this month.

Evening, Doc.

You're not missing
much, Grandpa.

Nothing ever changes
in Cabot Cove.

Everything just goes
on and on as it is,

as it always was, as
far as I can remember.

Justin.

For heaven sakes,
what are you doing here?

I didn't hear you come in.

No, you were on
the phone, as usual.

I was talking to Dr. Hazlitt.

I wanted to make sure the visiting
nurse would be on time today.

I have an appointment
to get my hair done.

I have to get out of this
house before I go mad.

You don't have to
lower your voice, Mother,

Grandpa's way beyond caring.

What an awful thing to say!

Hey, Grandpa, the Martians have
landed in Hickey's apple orchard.

See, he doesn't care about that.

You behave yourself,
Justin Haynes.

Good morning.
Oh, thank goodness.

Hi, Lila.

Hi, Justin.

How's my patient
today, Mrs. Haynes?

He's doing just fine, Lila.

Aren't you, Daddy?

He, uh... He seems a little
weaker than he was yesterday.

You're my boyfriend,
aren't you, Mr. Gibbs?

Well, if he doesn't care
about that, he's already dead.

Justin,

if you're going to work today,
I'll ride downtown with you.

But hurry, I don't
want to be late.

Then we're on our way, Mother.

See you, Lila.

Bye.

Everything's going to
be all right, Mr. Gibbs.

You won't feel a thing.

Hey, morning, Mrs. F.

Oh, good morning, Mort.

Hey, what's the word
on Mrs. Saunders?

Well, last time I heard, about the
same. I'm on my way up there now.

It's funny how all those
old families with money

used to build their
houses up on hilltops.

Well, maybe that's why
they call them the upper class.

Don't tell Maggie I said that,
I'll never hear the end of it.

Well, at this point, maybe
she could use a good laugh.

Well, that's one of the
reasons that I came back

to Cabot Cove earlier
than I had intended.

You know, Maggie's
energy was almost legendary

before illness put her in bed.

Seth feels that
depression is setting in.

Maybe I'm the
one to cheer her up.

Well, that makes sense.
You are her oldest friend.

Mort, I wish there was a
better way you could put that.

Lila.

Well, what's...
What's this all about?

I called your room and Phoebe
Dixon said that you'd moved out

and were planning to leave.

I told her she was mistaken,
that you just came back to town.

I hope these tears
aren't for Horace Gibbs.

He was my patient and he died.

But that's not your fault. He was
my patient, too, but I'm not crying.

And I knew the old coot since
he was a middle-aged coot.

I gave him his
medication. He fell asleep.

I went out to get some
sun and when I came back...

I'm sorry.

I should have warned
you straight out

that Horace had more
things wrong with him

than any 10 patients
in the county hospital.

But...

I don't know,

there might have been
something I could have done...

Look, I... I know it's not
politically correct to say so

but Horace died of old age.

Lila, there's no
use running away

when there's a need for good
nurses right here in Cabot Cove.

Oh. Must be a patient. I've
got to get to a telephone.

Thank you, Dr. Hazlitt.

Your making the right
decision will be thanks enough.

Yeah, go get it. That's it.

Oh, thank you, Henry.
I love get-well presents.

Golf balls?

What am I going to
do with gold balls?

You're gonna get out of that
bed, you good-lookin' thing,

you take those golf balls
down to the country club

and shoot the greatest round of
golf you ever shot in your life, Maggie.

Against the country
club golf pro?

Well, I didn't say I wasn't
gonna beat your socks off.

Well, you'll just have to
wait till I get over my twinge.

Maybe it's something else.

It's my twinge, I ought
to know what it is.

Oh! I'm just saying...

Aunt Maggie, I've put
all the groceries away.

Hi, Henry. How's your golf game?

Oh, even par, as usual, thanks.

I haven't seen you out
on that putting green lately.

Well, I've been busy trying to get my
boutique started before the tourist season.

I admire industry in a woman.

Especially if she's barefoot,
pregnant and in the kitchen.

Not that I mind the kitchen.
I'll be back later, Aunt Maggie,

I'm going to make
you a gourmet dinner.

Dr. Hazlitt has me
on a low-fat diet.

Exactly what I had in mind.

I really should move back into the
house so I can cook all your meals.

Sarah sees to my needs.

She and her husband
are very good company.

Sarah can't make
ice cubes in a freezer

and Lucas's big claim to fame

is being the chug-a-lug
champion at Barney's Bar and Grill.

That's enough, Dorie.

You've made your bed. Why don't
you just go lie in it with Jason Giles?

Oh, God.

You forgave Eddie
for moving out.

Eddie married his young woman.

Don't worry about my dinner.

Dr. Hazlitt's going to pick me up
some cabbage soup at the diner.

Fine. Bon appétit.

Young people today care less about
manners than they do about morals,

which is damn little.

I was too harsh on the girl.

I'll buy her a nice
present and make up for it.

Maggie, you know what I think?

I think you shouldn't
have let that

horse-and-buggy
doctor, Seth Hazlitt,

talk you into coming home
from the hospital so soon.

Hello, Maggie.

Coming upstairs just now, I thought I
heard someone taking my name in vain.

That wouldn't have
been you, would it, Henry?

Eddie,

what are you doing going
through Aunt Maggie's desk?

None of your business.

You're looking
for her will, right?

You're hoping she's
going to leave you

millions of dollars when
she dies, aren't you?

You make it sound like I'm
hoping she's going to die.

I'm not, I swear it. Besides,
you were always her favorite.

Well, you wouldn't think so, the
way she nearly bit my head off.

All I did was offer to move back
in the house till she recovers.

With Jason? The last
puritan must have loved that.

Oh, I get it,

you want to be
already living here

in case she takes
a turn for the worse.

How convenient.

What a rotten, devious mind.

Me?

Forget it, sis.

Karen's pregnant. We've outgrown
our trailer. We need this house.

Jason.

Man, I don't ever
remember seeing a more

beautifully constructed house.

It's criminal the
way they cover up

these magnificent hardwood
floors with these rugs.

Every time I come...

What's he looking for?

That's what I wanted you to see.

Sarah, will you
get that, please?

You're not going
anywhere, mister.

There's a woman sick in this
house and you've got to fix...

She won't feel any worse if I
stop out for a couple of beers.

Oh, Mrs. Fletcher.

Hello, Sarah. Lucas. Hi.

How's Mrs. Saunders today?

Fretful.

I'll go get those washers
so I can fix that faucet.

So long, Mrs. Fletcher.

Jessica! Hello, Dorie.

Excuse me.

Sarah's her usual
talkative self.

Mmm-hmm.

You're looking very snappy.

Well, I try to keep up with things,
you know, because of my boutique.

Then it's definite?
Good. Almost.

I have a place picked out.
Jason's helping me raise the money.

Good.

Aunt Maggie will be
so happy to see you.

She needs someone she
can talk to without lecturing.

I just saw Henry Post leaving
the house. He barely nodded at me.

He had such a sour
expression on his face.

Well, it's better than
his phony sweet look.

Well, I was just concerned, in
case it related to Maggie's condition.

Aunt Maggie's well
enough to speak her mind.

I'm not sure that's a blessing.

What's she doing here?

She's Aunt Maggie's best friend.

Is she?

Maggie, how are you feeling?

Oh!

Sick of being sick!

I know.

Oh, so much better
now that you're here.

About time you showed up.

This woman does
nothing but complain.

Oh!

Seems to me that Seth
does most of the complaining.

I've been trying to get
him to let me go outside

so I can see what's
happening to my garden.

Maybe you'd like to go
horseback riding while you're at it.

He's a beast. He won't
let me have any fun at all.

Now, see here, Maggie,

you're getting well, that's
what I'm trying to tell you.

Just stop fidgeting
and let it take its course.

Easy for you to say.

Plenty of pedestrian
traffic, tons of parking

in the back. This is
absolutely perfect.

Yeah, and twice as much
rent as we estimated.

So you tell Aunt Maggie you
need a little bit bigger loan.

I couldn't bring
myself to ask her.

For any of it?

Oh, Dorie, you've gotta do this.

Oh, with what?

I've barely got enough
saved to cover the deposit.

I mean, there won't
be anything left over

for fixtures or inventories...

Dorie, look, in a few days
we're gonna be rolling in it.

Oh, Jason, another
crazy business scheme?

This one's gonna happen.

It's targeted for the
discretionary income group.

Oh, honey, wouldn't
you just once, for me,

like to feel a paycheck
coming in every week?

Do you remember
our deal? Yeah, I do.

It's not working out.

All right, look, just
give me a week.

I know I can make this happen.

And if it doesn't, you'll
take the job at the Gazette?

We'll talk about it.

I gotta run, but I
want you to call them

and I want you to tell
them that you'll sign a lease.

Okay?

That's my Dorie.

Hi, Dorie.

Justin.

Welcome back.

Thanks for the,
uh, sympathy card.

I wish you were here for better
reasons. How's your aunt doing?

Up and down. Thanks for asking.

Well, I guess the banking
business is doing all right by you.

Hope you can say the
same thing for Jason Giles.

We're fine, thank you.

Dorie, I... Justin, please,

we've covered this
ground before and I don't...

Okay, okay.

He tells me you're planning to stay
here for a while and open up a shop.

He's been talking to you?

Oh, some, yeah, about business.

Listen, if you're free for
lunch some day this week,

maybe we could drive up
the coast like we used to.

Um... I'm not sure
that'd be a great idea.

Yeah.

Well, I think you know I
wish you the best, Dorie.

Thank you, Justin.

Always.

I don't get it, Serena. You
just had your father's funeral

and now you want to
have his body exhumed?

Yes, and as quickly as possible.

Would you mind telling me why?

I have reason to believe
my father was poisoned.

"Jerry, left alone in
the mist and darkness,

"dismounted to
ease his spent horse."

And that is the end
of Chapter Four.

Maggie, would you like me...

Maggie?

Seth!

It's all right, Jess.

The medication I gave
her is taking effect.

But it happened so suddenly.

Hmm, well, it's her nap time.

She'll sleep for a while and then
she'll be ready to talk your ears off.

Jess, your visit is just
what Maggie needed.

But shouldn't she
be in the hospital?

She was in the
hospital. I signed her out.

You know my feeling
about that subject.

I know, the hospital is
the right place to be sick

and the wrong
place to get well in.

You've got that right.

I mean, it's fine
when you're here.

But you're not
around all the time.

I mean, I really can't vouch
for Maggie's housekeeper

or her husband.

That's been taken care of, too.

Lila? Lila Nolan?

It's nice to see you
again, Mrs. Fletcher.

I've persuaded Lila to be
Maggie's round-the-clock nurse.

Here you go.

I appreciate your
coming in, Miss Nolan.

Now, please understand,
this is merely informational.

There's no evidence of a
crime having been committed,

but there has been a
complaint, and it's necessary

for me to ask a few
questions to clear it up.

I understand.

How long have you
been in Cabot Cove?

I was born here.

I thought you were from Boston.

I went to nursing school in
Boston. Thanks to Dr. Hazlitt.

You see, Lila, when
she was a little girl,

used to bring home wounded
birds and small animals

and take care of them. And
her family wasn't very well off,

so Dr. Hazlitt started
a college fund for her.

Boston's a great place
for a nursing career.

Why did you come
back to Cabot Cove?

There was a situation.

Basically, I was homesick.

And Horace Gibbs was your
first patient as a visiting nurse?

How'd you get that job?

Dr. Hazlitt recommended me.

Lila, did the medicine that you
gave Mr. Gibbs come from Dr. Hazlitt?

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Nolan, Mrs. Haynes says

her father's gold watch
and cufflinks were missing

from his bureau after he died.

Do you know anything about that?

Are you asking me if
I stole those things?

I have to.

Sheriff, what kind
of a person would kill

another human being
for a handful of trinkets?

Well, that's a better
question than I asked.

Thanks for coming
in, Miss Nolan.

You can go back
to your patient now.

Bye. Bye.

Mort, I'm amazed that
Serena Haynes could believe

that nice young woman would
intentionally cause her father's death.

Well, look at it
this way, Mrs. F,

Serena Haynes just made the
Guinness Book of World Records

for conclusion-jumping.

Hmm.

I'm telling you, Justin,

the bank cannot lose
on an investment like this.

It's a natural for Cabot Cove.

You could certainly
make a case for it, yeah.

I mean, every year the
population of the United States,

it gets older.

You have any idea
how much wealth

is controlled by
the over-50 group?

Jason, the loan committee
doesn't want to go for it.

You went to them already?

You didn't wait for me to get
the additional numbers together?

I'm sorry, Jase, I want to help,

but your asset-to-debt
ratio simply doesn't scan.

If you had equity in some real
estate it might make a difference...

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. This...

This isn't about
assets or equity.

This is about
Dorie and I, isn't it?

Look, I can assure you this has
nothing whatever to do with Dorie.

Maybe in a year, when the
regulators aren't peering over

our shoulders with such
intensity, we might be able...

Maybe in a year?

Don't bother.

Hey, Mr. Haynes,
you got a minute?

Oh, for you,
Sheriff, two minutes.

It's a shame about
your grandfather.

Jessica Fletcher tells me he
had a good word for everybody.

Oh, nice of you to say so.
What can I do for you, Sheriff?

Well, your mother has
asked Judge Rayburn

to issue a court order to
have her father exhumed.

I'm supposed to find
out if there's just cause.

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Well, that about sums
up the way I feel about it.

I need a description
of the gold items

that were allegedly stolen
from your grandfather's room

the night he was
allegedly murdered.

I told Mother that
Grandpa most likely

lost that stuff in a poker game.

Some of those fellows, he
always had a good word for

used to sandbag
him on a regular basis.

Are you saying he wasn't
robbed and murdered?

Tell the judge to
hold the shovels.

My mother doesn't know
what she's talking about.

That's kind of the way I had
it figured. Have a good day.

What can I do
you for, Mr. Giles?

Well, I got a proposition
for you, Henry.

Proposition? What
kind of a proposition?

It's a very profitable one,
if you've got the guts for it.

The guts? You realize you're
talking to a former Marine.

I've had experiences in my
life that would freeze your guts.

What exactly do
you want from me?

Will you stop fussing with it?

Hold still.

I've changed my mind. I
don't... I don't want my hair done.

Every woman likes
to look attractive.

Yeah, after two weeks in bed,
I can imagine what I look like.

Not now.

I swear you look
10 years younger.

Oh! See for yourself.

Damn you!

Last thing I wanted in the world

was to feel sorry for myself.

I only meant to cheer you up.

Hello.

Speaking.

I'm sorry, I can't
hear you. Who is this?

Oh, it's you. I was
going to call you.

Well, yes, that's what I
was going to call you about.

You know, this is very strange.

Now I can hear
you perfectly clearly

but you're not making any sense.

Don't say things like that!

Because they're
not true, that's why!

Well, just stop it right now!

Just stop it!

Oh, Jessica.

That wasn't a
very friendly call.

No, it wasn't.

Are those flowers you're trying
to hide behind your back for me?

The first lilac from my garden.

Oh!

Oh, they're beautiful.
Oh, thank you.

I found the vase in the pantry.

Oh, do you know Dorie gave
me that one Mother's Day.

Not being her mother, I
was especially touched.

And Eddie, when he found
out that she'd given it to me,

he decided to give me something
from his woodworking class.

It turned out to
be a necktie rack.

Keep it under your hat but
I'm buying Dorie a piano.

What a grand present!

Lila, if you'd put those flowers
over there on the dresser,

I could see them better.

I'll make some room.

Jessica, listen up.

I want to tell you something...

Oh! I'm sorry.

Can I help you? No!

Thank you. I'm just
having a klutzy day.

Uh, Jessica, guess what I
have a craving for right now?

You'll have to give me a hint.

You and I pigged out on it.

We ate a whole
one, all by ourselves.

A whole one, all to
ourselves? Just the two of us?

Well, that can only have been
your grandmother's applesauce cake.

Well, do you remember
where I kept the recipe?

Mmm-hmm.

I haven't made one for years,
but if that's what you want,

I'll have another go at it.

Here's your pill, Mrs. Saunders.

Thank you, Lila.

Well, what was so
unsettling about it?

Lila being klutzy or Maggie
asking you to bake a cake?

The disturbing phone call that
Maggie didn't want to talk about.

Perhaps that was
some deep-breather,

trying to find out what
sort of nightie she had on.

As for Lila, I couldn't tell

if she was simply embarrassed
for spilling everything out of her bag

or because I saw all
the pills that were in it.

May I remind you
that Lila is a nurse?

Yes, with one patient.

I mean, how much
medication did you prescribe

for Maggie Saunders?

One Philomin tablet
every four hours.

Now, now, now, hold on, Jess.

I have worked with
Lila for a long time

and I have never had any indication
of substance abuse from her.

I didn't insinuate
that Lila was on drugs.

The thought never
even entered my mind.

Then what in the Sam
hill are you driving at?

You've known Lila
Nolan as long as I have.

She's always been
health-conscious.

I'll bet she carries her vitamins
with her wherever she goes,

not to mention
those herbal things.

Well, that was
Mort's theory, too.

Mort!

You told Mort about
Lila spilling her bag?

Oh, he must have been staggered

by a big piece
of news like that.

It's a shame you waste
so much time in New York.

If you stayed around here, you
could become as big a gossip

as Serena Haynes.

All right, Seth.

Get as huffy as you
want, I've had my say.

Why did you send a request
for information on Lila Nolan?

So I'd have something
to show Serena Haynes

to prove that Lila's
record was clean.

Only it turns out they have
a couple of smudges on it.

Seems Lila's patients
have a way of dying.

That Horace Gibbs...

Mort, you have finally
gone over moon mountain!

Next, you'll be talking about
space ships and little green men.

Seth, let him finish.

What was that
about Horace Gibbs?

Well, he wasn't the first of
Lila's patients to die in his sleep.

He was the fourth.

Oh, no. Well, what
caused the other deaths?

Well, I've got... Excuse me.

Metzger.

Thanks, Andy. Later on.

Well, that was the answer
to your question, Mrs. F.

They all died of poison.

Overdoses of various
prescription drugs.

Good Lord.

Yeah, they held Lila
each time for questioning

but always released her for lack of
evidence but not lack of suspicion.

And if that's not enough
to spoil your evening,

it was cause enough for Judge
Rayburn to issue a court order

to have old Horace dug up.

Oh, dear! Maggie!

I just hope we're not too late.

Yeah, me, too.

Seth, is she all right?

I'm sorry, Jess.

Maggie's dead.

Oh!

What about the autopsy?
- What happened?

Can you tell us what
killed Mrs. Saunders?

Yeah!

Strychnine, injected
with a hypodermic syringe.

When can we see Lila
Nolan, the serial killer nurse?

Yeah!

Is it true she was found
alone with the body?

Why are you holding out on us?

Yeah!

All right, come on,
give me a break, huh?

Justice must be done.

Sheriff Metzger,

you have betrayed my
murdered father with your neglect.

Mother, please.

Who are you, lady?

I am Horace Gibbs'
daughter, Serena Haynes,

H-A-Y-N-E-S.

Oh, Lord, this is not your
press conference, Mother.

Let the sheriff take care of it.

The sheriff is incapable
of taking care of anything.

Yeah!

Poor Maggie Saunders is dead

because he wouldn't look
into my father's murder.

Oh, Serena, that's not
true and you know it.

Thanks, Jean, you
better stay out of this.

Serena, if you want to
make a speech, rent a hall.

Justice is in short supply where
Sheriff Metzger is concerned.

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

That is why I intend to circulate
a petition to have him recalled.

Morning, Lila.

Did they at least give
you a decent breakfast?

Andy brought me some
scrambled eggs and toast

over from the diner.

It looked good
but I couldn't eat.

Andy, I'll take over here.

Keep your chin up, Lila.

Thanks for everything.

You feel like
talking this morning?

Tell him what you told me, Lila.

What happened last night?

Lila said she was wakened
out of a sound sleep...

I don't want you to tell
me what she told you.

I want her to tell me. Please.

I went to bed early
after a rough day.

Mrs. Saunders was
edgy and out of sorts.

As soon as I crawled
into bed, I was wiped out.

I don't know how
long I'd been asleep

before I heard something
in Mrs. Saunders' room.

What kind of something?

A man's voice.

I couldn't make sense
of what it was saying.

Something about how Mrs.
Saunders deserved a better place.

Well, what did she say?

I didn't hear her say anything.

And then when the
man stopped talking,

I got up to go and check on her.

She was alone,
and I took her pulse.

She didn't have one.

The fellow who was
talking to her did her in.

And then he searched her
room, probably looking for jewelry.

No, Mrs. Saunders' niece said that
nothing she knew of was missing.

When we entered the room, you were standing
there holding the hypodermic needle.

I saw it on the floor
and I picked it up.

Well, the state police lab
said it contained strychnine

and the only prints
on it were your prints.

What about the rest of the room?

Yours, Mrs. F's,
Dorie Saunders'.

I didn't kill her. What
about the others?

I didn't kill any of them!

Look, Lila, I've
seen the reports.

In every case, you were
alone with the patient.

Now, hold on, Mort.

In every case, those other
patients were already dying.

Maggie was recovering.
How do you explain that?

It isn't bad enough you're
gonna answer the question,

now you're gonna
ask them as well?

They were all very
old, like Mr. Gibbs,

and in terrible pain.

Now, wait a minute. If this
is gonna be a confession

to mercy killings, I want
to get somebody in here

to write it down
so you can sign it.

I... I'm not confessing.

I couldn't take away
somebody's life,

no matter how
little of it was left.

Would it matter if Lila was on
record as being against euthanasia?

It might.

Do you know if she
made any phone calls?

Hello, Jean. Hi.

I don't think so. Hi, Jean.

Mort told her she had the
right to make a phone call,

but she said there was no
one she wanted to talk to.

I wonder if she
received any phone calls.

Now come to think of it, Andy
did say somebody called her

but she wouldn't talk to
him. Didn't give his name.

Calling a jail must
have scared him off.

He told Andy he
was an old boyfriend.

An old boyfriend?

In other words, not somebody
that she met just recently.

Maybe an old boyfriend
from Cabot Cove?

Well, I seem to recall a skinny
young fella with a bad haircut.

That's half the
boys in Cabot Cove.

This one wanted to be a doctor.

Now, there is a coincidence.

He interned at Boston Memorial
where Lila studied nursing.

You know a doctor
there, don't you?

Yeah. Dan Radcliffe. We
went to medical school together.

I think I'll give him
a call. Excuse me.

Excuse me, Sarah.
Can I give you a hand?

No, thank you.

Tell me, what are you
planning to do now?

Wait and see if the ones
who take over the house

will be wanting a housekeeper.

Oh.

Maybe someone whose
checks don't bounce.

If not, I'll likely go back to
Vermont to live with my sister.

Oh.

You know, it's strange, last
night when Dr. Hazlitt and I arrived,

the front door was wide open,

and I couldn't find you
or Lucas inside the house.

Well, Lucas went to the
store to get some ice cream.

Didn't come back. Hmm.

I went looking for him.

Did you find him?

He was sitting in a
bar with some floozy

and a bagful of
melted Raspberry Twirl.

I told him not to come back.

But I don't see how the front
door could have been open.

I recall locking it.

Nobody can come
in without a key.

Of course, someone
already inside

could have let someone else in.

No need of that.

Yesterday, I heard Mrs.
Saunders raging at her nurse.

If you ask me, I think that's
what led to her murder.

Jean. Eddie.

I'm surprised to see
you here, Doctor.

Really?

I was not only your aunt's
doctor, I was her friend, too.

How could a friend hire a
killer to take care of her?

Lila Nolan is not a killer.

And I resent your
talking to me like that.

I brought you into this world.

Don't make me regret it.

Dr. Hazlitt, I want
to talk to you.

If you don't mind, Jess,
I'd like to get out of here.

I was going to suggest it, Seth.

Yes, Mr. Pearson, I'm calling about
your check to the Water Department.

Yeah, well, there's not enough
in the account to cover it.

Yes, of course,
these things happen.

Why don't you drop by the bank

and we'll, uh, transfer
funds from your savings?

All right. Right. Bye-bye.

Hello, Sheriff. Hello, Dorie.

That fax come yet
from her aunt's lawyer?

Yeah, all the way
from Monte Carlo.

Picked a great time
to take a vacation.

He assigned you
power of attorney, Mort.

And he requested that I
express his condolences to Dorie

and I'd like to
extend mine, as well.

Thank you.

I'd like to go in and look in her
safe deposit box now, if I may.

Look as long as you
want. You're entitled.

I mean, tracking
down Maggie's lawyer

and getting her power of
attorney was very clever.

Why were you so disappointed

when you opened
the safe deposit box?

Because of what I didn't find.

Maggie's will?

I was so sure it'd be there. I
searched the house and I couldn't find it.

Oh.

What did you find in the box?

Her jewelry. Some
lovely pieces, but...

Nothing else? No papers,
no insurance policies?

No.

Hmm.

What is it, Jessica?

Well, I was just thinking
that that's the sort of thing

the killer might have
been searching for.

Oh! I've got to run.

Jason's taking me
out for my birthday.

I just wish I felt
more like celebrating.

I know.

You must be very
pleased with Maggie's gift.

Gift? What gift?

You didn't receive it?

She told me that she
bought you a piano.

You're kidding.

No.

Jessica, I have spent the
better part of the afternoon

making phone calls at
the county's expense.

And I found it's
very gratifying.

I recommend it
to every taxpayer.

Well, thanks for
sharing that with me.

Now, I assume you had another
reason for bringing me down here.

Of course I did.

It seems that we had a
small measure of success

in identifying Lila's
unnamed boyfriend.

Oh, did Lila tell you?

Oh! That would be too easy. No.

I spoke to my old friend, Dr. Radcliffe
at Boston Memorial Hospital.

He remembered Lila in connection
with the euthanasia outbreak.

He also recalled that
she was crazy in love

with some skinny intern who
had a bad haircut named Kyle.

There was a Kyle
in my English class

when I taught at
Cabot Cove High School

and Lila was in that class.

Ah.

Now, what was his last name?

This might help, Mrs. F. I just
got a list of Boston physicians

who might have worked with Lila.

Now, there's a
couple of Kyles on this.

Well, I'm listening.

Kyle Monahan? Uh-uh.

Kyle Greenwood? Uh-uh.

No, I think that Kyle
was his middle name.

Well, there you go,
John Kyle Adderly.

Yes!

Now I can put the
name with a face,

and I remember that Kyle
and Lila were very good friends.

Okay. All we have
to do now is find him.

And then celebrate with a
big piece of homemade cake.

Maggie's grandmother's
applesauce cake.

Oh!

That's what Maggie
was trying to tell me.

Tell you what? When?

Uh, never mind. I've got my
own leads I've got to follow.

Doc, Mrs. F, I'll
see you both later.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Jess, you okay?

Look, could you give me a
ride over to Maggie's house?

I need to get into
Maggie's recipes.

Are you going to make an
applesauce cake? Maybe I can help.

Well, I'm sure you can help,

because we are going
to catch us a killer.

I wasn't anywhere near Maggie's
house the night of the murder.

I was in my apartment playing
gin rummy with my lawyer.

Well, that's strange, because one of
the neighbors gave us your description

as the man they saw running
away from the murder scene.

Ah! So what?

I know at least 20 members of the
country club that fit my description.

Oh, really? And do they
all sound like you, too?

Sound like me? Why do
they have to sound like me?

That's him.

That's the voice I heard in Mrs.
Saunders' room the night she was murdered.

Hey, wait, wait a minute. She's
the one you arrested for the murder.

Yeah, based on her alleged
connection to other mercy killings.

But her ex-boyfriend,
this Dr. Kyle Adderly,

he was picked up by the
Boston PD a little while ago

and he swore she had
nothing to do with them.

He'd led Lila to believe that she'd
be considered his accomplice.

All right, all right. The truth.

Somebody offered me a part
ownership of a first-class retirement home

if I would just...

I mean, figuring I knew a lot of
wealthy seniors at the country club.

So I figured if I got Maggie to
sign on then the others would follow.

When I entered her
room, her eyes were closed

and I figured she was asleep so I
started talking to her to wake her up.

When I realized that she wasn't
going to hear me, I got out of there.

This, uh... This somebody
who offered you part ownership,

does he have a name?

Jason Giles. What difference
does it make? She was dead.

When you got there. If that's
the truth. Maybe he got there first.

Coming.

Oh, Serena.

Dr. Hazlitt. Jessica
invited me to tea.

She didn't tell me
you were coming.

I'm here professionally.

Jessica's indisposed and I'm
afraid the tea party's been canceled.

Ah! So it is true.

I heard Jessica was gravely ill.

Where did you hear that?

Well, it's all over town.

It's some new flu
bug she picked up

from the filthy streets
of New York, isn't it?

Now, Serena, you know I can't
comment on the condition of a patient.

I can, however, go up and
ask her if she'd like a visitor.

No, no, no, don't
bother. Let her sleep.

You just tell her that I, uh,
stopped by and wish her well.

Actually, it wasn't the flu that
made Jess take to her bed.

She was stressed out
from finishing her new book.

At the same time, she was trying
to prove Lila Nolan didn't kill a soul.

She even found a
piece of new evidence

that points to someone she'll name
just as soon as she's back on her feet.

Is that a fact?

Now, remember,

what I've just told you is
in the strictest confidence.

Oh, trust me, Doctor, I
won't breathe it to a soul.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Bye, Serena.

Ah!

Ah!

What's in that thing?

Philomin.

The same lethal dose
I used on the others.

What?

What are you doing in my house?

I... I followed her. I saw
her trying to break in.

Would you please call
an ambulance? And hurry.

This woman's poisoned me.

You didn't follow
her here, Justin,

you came here to kill me.

What? What are you saying?

Maggie told me you were
her killer just before she died.

I realize now that she'd
begun to suspect someone

who was systematically
swindling her

out of hundreds of
thousands of dollars.

We did some
checking, Mr. Haynes.

Her late husband set up a trust
agreement for Mrs. Saunders.

That trust threw off
$30,000 a month,

only there was never
more than $10,000

that ever showed up
in her checking account.

When I arrived to see
her the day she died,

she was in the middle
of a disturbing phone call.

Don't say things like that!

Well, just stop it right now!

Just stop it!

Rather than talk about it, she
asked me to bake her a cake.

Well, do you remember
where I kept the recipe?

Mmm-hmm.

I haven't made one for years,
but if that's what you want,

I'll have another go at it.

It seemed very odd then

but what I realize now was
that she was really saying,

"Look in my kitchen
cooking files,"

where I found the trust
agreement and her checkbook.

Sheriff, Sheriff,

none of that has anything
to do with me. None of it.

Dr. Hazlitt, please, I
beg of you, do something.

This woman has poisoned me!

Maggie wrote a check for over
$15,000 to buy Dorie a piano.

It came as a real shock to
her when that check bounced.

She must have started
looking into her back balances.

She discovered the discrepancies
and called you on them.

Face it, Mr. Haynes,

this syringe is the only evidence
we're really going to need.

All right, all right, all right.

I... It was too late to
cover up what I'd done.

I had to kill her.

My mother's suspicions about my
grandfather's death gave me the idea.

Now, Doctor,
please, I beg of you...

I... I can't, I can't keep my
eyes open. I'm fading here.

Nonsense.

You're suffering from nothing
more than your own guilt.

I filled the hypodermic
myself, with distilled water.

Come on, let's go.

Wait. But you said she told you

that I killed her
before she died?

That's right, Justin.

It was probably her final act.

Pointing to the heading of the
chapter I'd read to her earlier that day

and the title that described
you, "The Money Changer."

Maggie Saunders was
a very determined lady.

I'd say congratulations
are in order, Jessica.

That is one beautiful
applesauce cake.

Well, it's a good thing that I kept
my promise to Maggie to bake it,

because along with the
recipe and the deposit slips,

I found the deed to this
house, as well as her will.

"Being of sound mind, et cetera,

"I leave my house and my estate

"to my niece, Dorie,
and my nephew, Edward,

"with the provision
they share both equally.

"It is a large house, with room for
two families and a flock of children."

What do you say, sis?

You and Jason up to living
with in-laws and three kids?

I am but not with Jason.

I think I'll take my time
picking a roommate.

The next one's
going to be a keeper.

Here's to a great lady.

Uh, wait a minute.

Which great lady are we
toasting, Maggie or Mrs. F?

Neither one. I was referring
to Maggie's grandmother,

the lady who created the recipe

for this delicious
applesauce cake.