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Ben’s alive and he’s coming to Cabot Cove.

[Jessica] Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

Here’s to a lot of good men who died,

and to the best one of all, who didn’t.

Have you gone nuts?

How can you let someone like
that represent this company?

I’m gonna forget
that you’re my sister’s son

and I’m gonna hack your little
umbilical with a meat axe.

Ben robbed a jewelry store.

I can’t believe that.

Oh, he’s guilty, Mrs. Fletcher,
I’m gonna prove it.

I’d be very careful about

poisoning the waters
around here, Mr. Jarvis

I’m gonna kill you.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

It’s me, Seth.

You are simply not going to believe this.

For heaven’s sake, Seth, what’s wrong?

Jessica, you know me better
than anyone else in the world.

If I told you I believed in miracles,
what would you say?

Well, I’d say that I wasn’t
talking to Seth Hazlitt.

Well, you would be talking to him

and a miracle has happened.

You remember me,
my telling you about Ben Oliver,

my closest army buddy from World War II?

Of course, I do.

But you told me that he was dead.

Well, we got separated

when the Germans
counter-attacked in the Ardennes

and he just vanished
into the snow and the mud.

I think he was officially
listed as missing.

All right, so what’s the miracle?

Ben’s alive.

That’s the miracle.

And he’s coming to Cabot Cove!

Oh, Seth, that’s wonderful.

Watch your step.

Hey, Corporal, don’t run away
on my account.

How is it going, Ben?

Fine, fine. First rate.

Good to see you, Seth.

You too.

Well, let me get my bag.

I travel, travel light. This is it.

My car’s right there.

I’m only about 5 minutes away,
wait till you see my house.

120 years old, and the guest room

has a great view of the ocean.

I’m not gonna be staying
at your house, Seth.

Why not?

Well, I might decide
to hang around for a while,

and you know what they
say about house guests

and dead fish, after 3 days,
they begin to stink.

So maybe you could find me
a nice little motel,

something that doesn’t charge
an arm and a leg.

That shouldn’t be any problem.

Could we sit for a minute?

I’d like to get rid
of the bad air in my lungs

from this bus ride.

Right here is as good a place as any.

You’ve found yourself
a pretty little town here, Seth,

-At least you did something right, eh?
-Oh yeah.

Hard to believe, I have been practicing

medicine here for 37 years.

What happened, Ben?

Can you talk about it?

Well, when was it
the Germans broke through,

around Christmas time was it?

December 16, 1944.

And they hit us with
a whole Panzer Division.

You couldn’t prove it by me,

I came to in a Kraut Field hospital,

they patched me up,

but I spent the rest of the war

learning how to scrounge food
in one of their prison camps.

After it was all over,
I still needed fixing.

You ever want to hear horror stories

about life in an army hospital,
I’m your man.

Two years, five operations.

And I guess that about
sums it all up, Seth.

Rest of my life I spent
just kind of moving around.

Tell me something, Ben,

why didn’t you ever try
to get in touch with me?

I... I wasn’t quite right.

For a long, long time

and after that,

it just seemed like it was too late.

Mrs. Fletcher, this peach
cobbler is a mortal sin.

Thank you, and please call me Jessica.

Will you have seconds?

Oh, thank you very much.

Anybody else? Help yourself.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

So where are you from, Ben?

Oh, whole bunch of different places.

I guess I’ve spent time
in all about eight or nine states.

Uh, you name it, I’ve done it.

Were you ever married?

Twice, to the same woman,
it didn’t work either time.

Well, I don’t know what your plans are,

but it seems to me that Cabot Cove

could use a man of many talents, like you.

The Corporal here wouldn’t like that.

I know too much dirt.

I certainly would.

As a matter of fact, if you’re interested,

I’ll bet I can get you a job
within the next 24 hours.

May I propose a toast,

something I’ve been wanting
to say for the last 50 years?

Here’s to a lot of good men who died,

and to the best one of all who didn’t.

Evening.

-I need a single.
-For how long?

I’m not quite sure,
few days, maybe a week.

I’m supposed to be meeting
a friend of mine here.

I wonder if he’s checked in yet,
his name is Ben Oliver.

Hmm, came in today.

He’s in Cottage Number One,
but he’s out at the moment.

And you want me to tell him
you’re here, Mr. Jarvis?

No, no, please don’t do that.
I’d like it to be a surprise.

[man] Number 50. Private foursome is up.

50 is up, 51 to follow.

Hey, Doc.

Oh, hi, Doc.

Don’t tell me you came
all the way out here

just to hound me about that physical.

If I’m correct,
you’re about a year overdue.

Well.

Oh, thank you for being
so conscientious, Doctor,

I can’t even get him to take vitamins.

Well, all right, look.

How about this?

I’ll have my secretary
call you in your office

first thing tomorrow morning

and we’ll set up an appointment.

If that happens, I’ll be amazed.

Why don’t you tell him
to take up tennis, Doc,

instead of riding around in a golf cart?

Oh, don’t be so sanctimonious, Neal,

there are a lot of things better
for your heart than tennis.

Besides, I’m not here as your doctor.

I need a favor.

An old army buddy of mine is in town

and he needs work.

Now I thought he might fit
in at your boat yard just fine.

He’s a carpenter
and a first rate mechanic.

Well, I tell you, Doc,
today must be your lucky day

because my mechanic just quit.

I was looking for somebody.

So if your man wants a job,
he could start this afternoon.

Done and done.

I’ve been meaning to ask you about Ben.

How’s he doing in the new job?

So far so good.

Mason Porter likes him a lot.

He saved my life, you know.

Weren’t for Ben Oliver,

I wouldn’t be sitting here today.

No kidding.

How’d that happen?

My platoon was moving toward

a beautiful little French farmhouse.

We thought the damn place was empty.

And there were three
of them heavy machine guns.

I got pinned down on a spot

as flat as the top of this table.

Bullets were coming so close,
you could smell the cordite.

And Ben was with you?

He was about six or seven yards behind,

he crawled forward with his bazooka,

but in order to get a clear shot,

he had stand up as straight as a statue.

Which that crazy fool proceeded to do

and in the midst of that godawful hell.

I never saw anything
like it before or since.

Oh, well, that was long time ago.

-Morning, Ms. Fletcher.
-Hello, Andy.

-Hey.
-What’s up, Andy?

Know the guy we spotted hanging around?

The guy with the Michigan plates?

Yeah. He’s down at the harbor right now.

I don’t know what it is,

but something about him
just doesn’t seem right.

Oh, you’re just the man I need, Officer,

passing through on my way north,

I was just trying to figure out

if Route 182 is the best way
to go, you know.

Would you mind stepping out
of your vehicle, Sir?

And please keep your hands
where I can see them.

With your permission,

I’m gonna reach
in my right hand coat pocket,

get you a little ID, all right?

Do it slowly.

You’re a private investigator?

That’s right, Sheriff.
I’m surveilling a criminal.

I followed him all the way from Detroit.

Just what criminal are we talking about?

That one.

Ben Oliver.

[knocking on door]

Who is it?

It’s me Seth.

What, Seth.

What’s wrong?

You remember that fellow

that was supposedly hanging around town?

Turns out he’s a fellow
by the name of Jarvis,

private investigator
from Detroit, Michigan.

He’s here in town claiming that

Ben robbed a jewelry store.

I can’t believe that.

Jarvis owns the agency

that the jewelry store
hired for protection.

Ben worked for him as a security guard.

He was on duty at the time of the robbery.

Seth, I think you should sit down.

Oh, Jess, this is just terrible.

Jarvis claims that Ben took
an unauthorized coffee break,

just before the robbery.

Then, a man roughly Ben’s size and weight

came into the store wearing a ski mask

and carrying a gun, a .45 automatic.

He got away with over
half-a-million dollars

worth of merchandise.

But if he was wearing a ski mask,

how did they know that it was Ben?

Mort checked with
the Detroit Police Department.

They said they questioned Ben

and let him go for lack of evidence,

but not Jarvis.

He is the one that thinks Ben’s guilty.

He’s the one that followed him
all the way from Detroit,

can’t wait for him to make a mistake.

Swears that he’ll get him
if it takes the rest of his life.

But surely you don’t believe all that.

50 years ago, I would have
kicked the tar out of anybody

who talked about Ben like that,

but well, we’re strangers now.

I look at him and I see
someone I hardly recognize,

can’t even hold a conversation with.

You seemed to be doing
just fine at the dinner party?

Oh.

Sifting through old memories.

And when they ran out,

there really wasn’t much
of anything else to go on.

And the damnedest part of it is,

that if tell Ben what I know,

he’ll leave Cabot Cove
and probably never come back.

And if don’t tell him,

I’m betraying the man who saved my life.

Neal. How are you doing?

Well, I’ve made up mind. Have you?

I’ve decided to buy her.

Ah, good. See, I knew you would,

I knew you wanted this beauty
so bad you could taste it.

Well, blame it on my wife, not me.

Well, I’m sure you had
to twist Robin’s arm real hard.

There is one condition, however.

Yeah?

It’s a cash transaction.

Paperwork doesn’t go through
my bank or my corporation.

Neal, I can’t, I don’t know. Come on.

I mean, that’s not the way
I usually do business.

Well, that’s the only way
I’m buying the boat, my friend.

And the issue isn’t open for debate.

What it boils down to is you
either take it or you leave it.

-My friend, you’ve got yourself a deal.
-All right.

Look, it’s gonna take me a couple of days,

you know, do a little creative paperwork,

but I’m gonna have this boat in the water

and floating for you by Saturday noon.

Well, thank you.

I better get back to the office
and start earning some money.

Okay, see you Saturday.

Look, and you made a great buy here today,

this is a great boat.
You’re gonna love it.

Hey, Ben,

could you come down a minute?

I’d like to talk to you in the office.

[knocking on door] Yeah, come in.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah, Ben, come on in.

Have a seat.

You want some coffee?

No, thanks.

You know, I’ve been
watching you very closely

ever since you started working here, Ben.

And well, I have to tell you
I like very much what I see.

You’re a good mechanic.

Your work habits are excellent.

But, you know, frankly
I think you’re overqualified

for the work you’re doing.

Well, this is a first,

I’ve never been fired for
being overqualified before.

Come on, who said
anything about firing you?

I’m talking about a promotion here.

Listen, we need to take
on another sales person.

And if you’re interested,
the job is yours.

Sure, I’m interested.

Mr. Porter, this is fantastic.

Look, would you send Dave in here please?

[woman] Yes, Sir.

You wanted me?

Ah, yeah.

I’ve decided to take Ben on as salesman,

so as soon as we can find
another maintenance man,

you’ll start training him.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

I better get back, I got some work to do.

Have you gone nuts?

How can you let someone like
that represent this company?

He won’t sell boats.
He’ll drive people off the lot.

Yeah, unless you’ve forgotten,

most of the people that can afford
what we sell are over 50.

Well, I’ll be damned
if I’m gonna train him,

unless you get him fumigated

and teach him to count from one to ten.

Now listen to me, boy,

that old man has more
brains in his kneecaps

than you have in your entire body.

And if you ever question
my authority again,

I’m gonna forget
that you’re my sister’s son

and I’m gonna hack your little
umbilical with a meat axe.

Now you got that, nephew?

Mrs. Fletcher,

I’m Lawrence Jarvis,
I’m a private investigator.

Yes, so I’ve heard.

I wanted to talk to you about Dr. Hazlitt.

I’ve been concerned because he seems

to be a very close friend
to a wanted felon

I’ve been tracking.

If you mean Ben Oliver,

according to the Detroit Police,

he’s not a wanted, nor a felon.

Oh, he’s guilty, Mrs. Fletcher,
I’m gonna prove it.

Any way you can.

It’s a matter of principle.

I think there’s more to it than that.

You see, I just spent
three hours right here,

going through newspaper articles

about the Detroit jewelry robbery

and one in particular caught my attention.

It reported that your security
business was poorly managed

and your officers
received less training than,

I think the quote was,
"a grade school crossing guard."

Well, never believe
everything you read, right?

I don’t. But what’s interesting is,

this particular article
was in the business section.

It said that as a result of the robbery,

your client list had all but vanished

and you were filing for bankruptcy.

So knowing human nature as I do,

I might speculate that you’re blaming

the wrong person for your own failure.

Mrs. Fletcher, I was
gonna ask for your help,

but I can see the futility
of that, all right.

Let me just suggest though,

that while you’re doing
your microfilm dirty work,

you look up Ben Oliver’s
army medical records

because you’re gonna find

that after he was discharged in 1945,

he spent a few years in
a VA mental health facility.

Since that time he hasn’t been
able to hold on to a steady job,

he hasn’t been able
to stay out of trouble.

And I know for a fact
that he would steal anything

that isn’t nailed down
with a railroad spike.

I’d be very careful about

poisoning the waters
around here, Mr. Jarvis.

The people in this town

don’t have much tolerance
for that sort of thing.

Lawrence Jarvis is in town.

He told the sheriff
what happened in Detroit.

And the sheriff told me.

He’s insane.

Well, the Detroit Police aren’t saying

whether he’s right or wrong,

only that they have no specific evidence,

and that the case is still open.

That bastard hasn’t let me
alone for one minute.

Every time I turn around,
he’s right there like an animal,

with the smell of blood in his nose,

just waiting for half
an excuse to rip at my throat.

Well, I tell you something, Corporal,

if he keeps it up, I might
just decide to rip at his first.

Here’s to the best looking
boat owner in town.

May you have smooth sailing.

I’m assuming you’ll be
giving me private lessons,

I’m a little weak in celestial navigation.

Well, I’m your man.

Hey, there’s somebody out there.

Hey, hey, Ben.

What the hell are you doing here?

I forgot my jacket.

I was afraid it would get stolen.

Yeah, and why are you
looking in the window?

I wasn’t, somebody else
was hanging around.

When I got here,
they took off and ran away.

Where’s your jacket now?

I couldn’t find it.

Must’ve left it in the restaurant

when I had lunch with Seth Hazlitt.

I’m giving you a great
opportunity here, Ben,

don’t blow it.

Nice way to start the day, isn’t it?

What happened?

He was hit in the head
with a heavy object,

bludgeoned to death,

best estimate sometime
between ten and midnight.

Appears the motive was robbery.

A whole bunch of cash
missing from the safe.

$60,000.

Neal Dishman bought a boat yesterday.

Paid cash for it.

I think his wallet was also missing.

Beats me why. He never carried
much more than lunch money.

Well, what about credit cards?

A lot of those, made him look important.

But isn’t it rather unusual to pay

for an expensive boat with cash?

Not if the customer wants to hide
the money from uncle Sam.

See, all you have to do is
find someone like my uncle

who’s gonna look the other way.

Ethics didn’t mean much.

All Mason cared about was selling boats.

Something else I think
you ought to know, Sheriff.

Our maintenance man was right in this room

when Mason counted that money
and locked it in the safe.

Ben? Ben Oliver?

Eyeing that money like it
was his ticket to paradise.

What was he doing in the office?

[Dave] Getting his tail chewed.

So the guy loves collecting his paycheck

as long as he doesn’t have to work for it,

and Mason was gonna fire him.

Now that is a lot of baloney.

I had lunch with Ben yesterday.

Mason told him he’s gonna
make him a salesman.

[Dave] In his dreams, Doctor.

The man lives in a fantasy world,

half the things he says come
right out of the Twilight Zone.

[sheriff] Did he show up for work today?

Yeah, an hour and forty five minutes late.

He’s down on the dock getting a suntan.

Right down there, Sheriff.

And I’ll bet you
a year’s pay he’s your man.

Oh, you’ll have to excuse me,

like it or not,
I’ve got a business to run.

I don’t think I should be
any part of this,

I’ll be at my office.

Please call me.

Morning, Ben. Morning.

Ben, I’m trying to find out
as much as I can

about what happened last night.

Hope you don’t mind
if I ask you a few questions.

What’s the matter with Seth,
he got cold feet?

Uh, he had to go back to his office.

Look, Ben, this is just routine,

but can you tell me
what did you last night?

I was at the motel.

[sheriff] You never left
the whole evening?

Only when I looked for my jacket,

I thought I’d left it here.

You came here?

Yes, but I didn’t find my jacket.

Wasn’t here.

About what time?

I don’t know, maybe ten.

And then what happened?

I drove up and I saw
somebody hanging around.

Could you see who it was?

No, it was too dark,
just some mysterious figure.

Why mysterious?

Because when he saw me,
he took off like a jackrabbit.

A minute later, Mason came out,

asked me what I was doing.

I told him about my jacket and I left.

Well, at least I hope you
found your jacket?

I get the feeling I’m a suspect, sheriff?

I never said that.

It’s all that bunk
Lawrence Jarvis fed you,

you got it into your head
that I’m a criminal.

You’ve already jumped to the conclusion

that I killed Mr. Porter
and stole his money.

Look, Ben, this is just
standard procedure.

If I didn’t talk to every
one of Mason’s employees,

I wouldn’t be doing my job.

[man] Let us pray.

In this sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life,

we commend to almighty god
our brother Mason Porter,

and we commit his body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.

The Lord bless him and keep him.

The Lord make his face shine
on him and be gracious to him.

The Lord look upon him with favor

and give him eternal peace,

Amen.

[all] Amen.

Dorothy, I’m so, so sorry.

Thank you, Neal.

If there’s anything I can ever do.

Of course.

Robin, I have something

I’d like to say to you in private.

Excuse me.

I can’t believe you’d have the nerve

to show your face here.

Well, we did have one thing
in common, didn’t we?

Yes, and I’m wondering just how soon

I should tell your husband about it.

What was that all about?

Girl talk.

She just asked me how soon

I thought it would be
acceptable for her to date.

You don’t look too good, babe,

how about a ride home?

We came in separate cars, remember?

And I’ll be damned
if I’m leaving mine here, babe.

How is Ben doing?

He worries me, Jessica.

Short tempered, on edge all the time,

like something is ready to explode inside.

He keeps saying how
he’s already been judged

and found guilty.

I never told him that.

No, not in so many words.

[car honking]

What’s the matter with some people?

That was Robin Dishman.

One of these days
I’m gonna have the supreme joy

of taking that lady’s
driver’s license away from her.

Sheriff!

We found Mason Porter’s wallet.

-Where?
-On the pier near the boatyard.

Couple of kids spotted it
while they were fishing.

What about money and credit cards?

As far as I could see,
everything was there,

50 bucks cash
and a whole bunch of plastic.

Well, maybe we’ll catch a break

when we get the fingerprint
report back from the lab.

Oh, we already did that.

The only prints found were the victim’s

and the kids who found it.

Hey, Ben.

I thought maybe I’d find you down here.

Just taking a last look.

See, I’m unemployed.

Dave Sanders came back
from his uncle’s funeral

and he fired me. See, he’s
the boss around here now.

We’ll have to find you something else.

Ah, you’d be wasting your time, corporal,

if people in this town think

that I am a thief and a murderer.

-Oh, that’s not true.
-Isn’t it?

Well, you seem to represent
most of the people around here,

I don’t recall hearing you
say that I’m innocent.

I didn’t figure there was any reason to.

You found out the real reason

that I was in the VA hospital, didn’t you?

Doc, come on, don’t lie to me, Seth.

You wouldn’t be
the first person Jarvis told.

All right.

Why didn’t you tell me yourself?

I tried the first day I was here,

right after I got off the bus.

No.

What you said was that after the war,

you hadn’t been quite
right for a long, long time.

Now that could’ve meant a lot of things.

Oh.

So now that I’m a murder suspect,

you’d like a little
clarification, is that it?

Only because you are my friend.

Okay, then I’ll give to you
in one quick swallow.

You see, corporal,

when a mortar round hits close enough,

it not only explodes,

it implodes at the very same time.

This causes a vacuum, a force that sucks

part of your being right out
through the top of your skull.

For lack of a better word,
let’s call it your soul.

And what most people don’t know is,

souls are a hell of lot
more fragile than human flesh.

Sometimes they just never seem to heal.

Sheriff, I’m open to all suggestions.

Not to mine, you’re not.

You want to talk about that CPA, right?

I want you out of my life.

If I’m not mistaken, old man,

you’re in my room, I’m not in yours.

Framing me for Detroit wasn’t enough.

You had to kill Mason Porter

and try to frame me for that, too.

Well, I might have
killed him for the money.

But to frame you,
I wouldn’t waste the effort.

I don’t have to do anything to you.
You’re gonna do it to yourself.

You’re gonna self-destruct,
and I’m gonna have the sheer pleasure

of just sitting here and watching you.

I’m gonna kill you!

Break it up.

Ben, break it up, come on.

Come on.

Take it easy, Ben.

Take it easy.

Well, thank God you’re here, sheriff.

Now maybe you’ll start believing me.

Look what we found, sheriff.

This was under his mattress.

We found this money in
the top drawer of his dresser.

You’re sure it’s all right for me to
look at Mason’s wallet?

Oh, help yourself.

Lab people are finished
with it, what’s the harm?

This is outrageous.

This is a disgrace.

Yes, ma’am.

Says you were going 70 in a 25 mile zone.

I’m talking about
the officer that issued it,

he ought to be suspended.

You were exceeding the speed
limit by 45 miles an hour.

I was coming from a funeral.

I was so depressed,
I didn’t know where I was,

let alone how fast I was going.

I’m sorry you lost
your orientation, ma’am,

but the fine’s $80.

In case you don’t know, officer,

my husband happens to be Neal Dishman.

He owns the largest

construction company in the county.

And this isn’t gonna
make him happy at all.

How fast was she going this time?

45 over, broke her own record.

Have someone run this over to the lab.

I want the serial number,
history, forensics.

I want the whole package
and I want it fast.

390, 490, 590, 690, 790, 890, 990, 10,000.

There’s $10,000 here.

I told you it was a plant,
that was planted by Jarvis.

All the gun is, is an old war souvenir.

It hasn’t been fired for 50 years.

Sheriff, I’d been wondering

what prompted you to search the motel?

We got an anonymous tip.

From a man or woman?

Oh, I took it, Ms. Fletcher.

It was a male voice.

I see.

Ben, did Lawrence Jarvis
follow you to the boatyard

the night that Mason Porter was killed?

It’s possible, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Could he have been the mysterious figure

that you told us about?

The person who ran off when you got there?

I don’t think so.

Jarvis would’ve had to be behind me.

Well, I could use a cup of coffee.

Ben, is there anything at all
that you haven’t told us,

about what you might have
seen or done that night?

Well, yes, there was one thing.

I didn’t think it was important.

I guess I was a little embarrassed.

When I got there, I noticed
a light in the office.

I peeked through one of the windows

and Mr. Porter was drinking
champagne with his wife

and they were kissing.

She was there? His wife?

Yes, the lady that just wants to throw me

out of here like a banshee.

Well, that wasn’t his wife.

That was Robin Dishman.

Yes, sheriff, so it was.

If I’m not mistaken,

this makes things a whole lot clearer.

Well, anything else I can
do for you nice people?

Got a sweet little
gaff-rigged ketch on sale.

No, thanks, Mr. Sanders,

we won’t be needing you
at least for a while.

Now right down on that trash pile,

that’s where the kids
found Mason’s wallet.

Ah, yes.

Ah, yes what?

Mrs. F, would you mind telling
me what we’re doing here?

We’re closing in.

On whom?

Well, I’m not sure yet,
but this much is clear.

The motive for stealing Mason’s wallet

wasn’t money or credit cards.

What the killer needed
was a coded plastic card

allowing escape through the back gate

and along this pier.

I mean, once past the gate,

there was no longer
any need for the wallet,

so it was thrown away.

Anything else?

Yes, since the only
fingerprints on the wallet

were the victim’s and
the children’s who found it,

that leads me to believe
that the killer wore gloves,

which is a clear indication
of premeditated murder.

Mr. Wiggins, hello.

What can I do for you, Ms. Fletcher?

I thought you might be able
to give the sheriff a hand.

He was wondering if you were open

the night that Mason Porter was killed?

If sheriff ever took up fishing,

he’d know I was open seven days a week.

Did you happen to notice anyone pass here,

going that way?

I mean, between ten and midnight?

Yeah, come to think of it, I did.

Must be a little past ten.

I was closing up, somebody walked by,

and a couple of seconds later
I heard glass breaking.

Could you see who it was?

No. No, it was pretty dark.

Besides, I wasn’t paying
much attention anyways.

Terrific.

Just one more question.

Could you tell if the person
was a man or a woman?

Oh, it was a man,
that much I bet my life on.

Mr. Wiggins, thank you very, very much.

Well, what’s the big deal?

We always figured it was a man, didn’t we?

You maybe, but not me.

Oh, I wouldn’t try
to figure her out, sheriff,

I never have.

Yeah.

Call the fire department.

[siren wailing]

I should think you’d have
some glowing things

to say about the man who
saved your life, Mr. Jarvis.

You’re only the second person in this room

who owes his life to Ben Oliver.

I’m alive and so are you.

A little gratitude might be appropriate.

I don’t know what happened,

I must have dropped a match
into the wastebasket.

Next thing I knew,
the whole place was going up.

Mr. Jarvis, please.

You were knocked unconscious
by the same person

who murdered Mason Porter.

He was the one who started the fire.

That’s the man who tried to kill you

and did kill Mason.

How do you know that?

Well, very early in the case,

it became clear to me

that the motive of the murder was revenge,

not the theft of $60,000.

At the crime scene, I noticed
an open champagne bottle,

but only one glass.

Now people usually don’t drink champagne

by themselves late at night.

And when I saw a moisture ring

from a second glass on
the table, I knew I was right.

I reasoned that our killer
removed the second glass

to prevent the discovery of fingerprints

or perhaps a lipstick smear.

At Mason’s funeral,

I saw his wife take Robin Dishman aside,

for to say the very least,
a very peculiar conversation.

Now both of them seem
to be trying to cover

strong feelings of animosity.

The sight of them interacting like that

helped solidify my belief

that we were dealing
with a crime of passion.

But unfortunately, I had nothing
to substantiate that until...

Until Ben told us he saw
Mason Porter kissing his wife

the night of the murder.

Only the woman he was really talking about

was your wife, Neal.

That revelation gave us
three people with motives.

Dorothy Porter who probably
knew about the affair,

Robin Dishman who may have had
reasons for wanting Mason dead,

and you, Neal,

you must have hated him with a passion.

So we were left with three suspects,

two women and one man.

Actually, it was Mr. Wiggins
who gave us the final answer.

He said that he saw
someone pass his bait stand

around the time of the murder.

Said he couldn’t identify the person,

but he was sure it was a man.

You planned the murder
very carefully, Neal,

in order to make
the motive look like robbery.

You bought and expensive
boat and paid cash.

On the fatal night, you confronted Mason

and struck him with a heavy object.

You then stole
your own money from the safe.

Not wanting to risk being
seen from the street,

you took Mason’s wallet,

knowing that he carried
a card for the rear gate.

The last thing you did

before you left was confiscate
your wife’s champagne glass.

Mr. Wiggins heard glass breaking shortly

after you passed by his stand.

Obviously, you were
destroying the evidence.

You have anything to say about this?

Not without benefit of attorney.

Andy.

Take Mr. Dishman down to the station.

Read him his rights.

And then book him for first degree murder.

What I can’t figure out

is how he figures into all of this.

I believe the operative word is blackmail.

And my guess is that

he’s just about ready
to tell us all about it himself.

After he left the boatyard,

I saw a woman come out
of the office and drive away.

Couple of seconds later,

Dishman comes out of hiding
and he goes inside.

I figured something juicy
was about to happen

so I looked through the window,

I saw the whole damn thing.

So you ended up trying to blackmail Neal?

Lot of good that did me.
Hit me with a piece of pipe.

But before Neal did,

Jarvis was careful enough
to try and frame Ben.

He planted money in his room,

then made an anonymous call
to the sheriff’s office.

For a while, I was disappointed

that Ben didn’t let you roast.

But now it sounds

as if you’re gonna spend
quite a long time in prison.

Every night, just before I go to sleep,

I’m gonna remember that and smile.

So please call us when you have
your new address in Detroit.

To tell you the truth, Jessica,

I don’t know how long I’ll be there.

I’m addicted to what’s on the other side

of the next mountain.

New places, new people, new things.

Okay folks. All aboard.

Jessica.

I can’t thank you enough
for all you’ve done.

Ben, it was a special
pleasure meeting you.

I hope you’ll come back.

Well, it’s so long, Seth.

I’m sure glad I was around in ’44

to keep you out of harm’s way
and looking back,

it just might be
the best thing I’ve ever done.

I will miss you, old friend.

You know, i’ve got two absolutely

beautiful game hens in the refrigerator.

Wouldn’t want them
to go to waste, would you?