Garage Sale Mystery: Guilty Until Proven Innocent (2016) - full transcript

Is this bracelet correct?

You are 1940s top to bottom

absolutely authentic.

What kind of party is this?

It's a murder mystery weekend.

Have you ever been on one?

A couple of times.

Oh, excuse me.

So,

are you happy with the earrings?

Can I help you?

Hi, Jenn.

Sandra, hi.

Um...

I know you used

to collect these.

I can't believe you remembered.

Thank you.

Well, it...

It's been too long.

It has.

I've got news.

I'm closing my shop.

It's a good thing.

So if you'd like to swing by,

I'll give you first dibs

on anything you want.

Okay.

Is tomorrow good?

That works.

I'll see you then.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Was that Sandra?

Weren't you two

kind of on the outs?

We were.

Hmm.

I sit there,

and I don't understand

any of it.

Maybe it's genetic.

I was never good at philosophy.

If you want to know

if a tree makes a noise

when it falls in the forest,

leave a tape recorder out there.

Have you seen your brother?

On his computer.

Should I be worried?

That seems to be all he's doing.

I don't understand kids today.

Hey, kiddo.

'Sup, mom.

Whatcha doing?

Creating an original video game.

Well, me, Nate, and Cameron are.

Hmm.

Sounds like fun...

Hon'.

Please, don't rhyme, mom.

Okay.

Logan, will you do my a favor?

Go outside, skateboard,

get some sunshine, fresh air?

Yup, will do.

Wow, that looks complicated.

Don't forget

to wear your helmet.

I always do, mom.

Yeah. Yeah,

I remember Sandra.

I didn't know her that well.

Well, she had a car

sophomore year,

and we loved

going to garage sales

and searching for treasures.

I haven't heard you

mention her name in years.

She lives just over in Madison?

Just outside of town.

Hmm.

Why'd you guys lose touch?

She got friendly

with a couple of girls,

and I felt excluded.

Just stupid stuff.

No big fight over a boy

or anything?

No, we just grew apart,

separate lives, different towns.

20 minutes away?

Yes.

I heard she was engaged

a few years back,

but it didn't work out.

And now she's closing her store.

Well, don't go crazy

buying everything.

You're going to

have to store it all.

And who's going to

move it for you?

Oh, no.

There's just not a lot extra,

if we set aside

for rent and utilities.

Dani, did you take

your salary last month?

I postponed it.

Don't do that.

You haven't taken a salary

in three months.

This is typically

our slow period.

It'll pick up.

Where are we going to

get the money

to buy Sandra's inventory?

Emergency fund?

Is this that?

It's an opportunity.

It could put us in the black.

If we buy really great stuff

at a good price,

and we turn it around quickly.

Jenn?

Hi.

You made it.

I'm so glad.

Your store is wonderful.

Well, who did I learn with?

Aw...

I've been looking for

a Tiffany lamp.

I have a client

who would buy this in minute,

but you should get the sale.

We'll talk about it...

Oh, look at that

brass telescope.

Original tripod,

1920s.

I love it.

And I love your store, but...

Honestly,

I don't think I could afford

to buy half the things in here.

Well, I've got a...

A plan for that.

But first, are you hungry?

I thought everything

was coming together.

My fiance, Michael,

was my partner in the store.

Business was struggling,

but at least we were in love,

or so I thought.

Oh, no.

I woke up one morning,

he's already out,

and there's a note.

Another woman.

He's leaving to be with her,

I can have his half of the shop.

Oh, that's horrible.

Yup.

They were moving away.

"See ya later."

We never spoke again.

I'm sorry,

I wish I would have known.

It was tough at first,

but not having any contact,

it helped me

get over it quicker.

Then I found Cliff.

Ooh.

Cliff.

Do tell.

He's an ophthalmologist,

has a practice in San Francisco.

Lives in Marin.

Oh, Jenn,

I'm so ready.

Maybe Michael did me a favor.

Well, with favors like that...

We really should have

stayed in touch.

I know.

Listen, the shop.

I know you saw

some things you liked.

So many things,

but, truthfully,

it's going to take

more money than I have.

Maybe not.

I don't want to

sell it piecemeal.

I want to sell it all.

Just be done with it.

Well, I really

can't afford that.

Hold on.

If you take everything

you think you can sell one day,

then when you do,

just send me 20%.

Sandra, you can't be serious.

You'd be doing me a favor.

It'll be like

an ongoing annuity.

Oh, I don't know...

Jenn...

You'd really be helping me out.

Please?

Okay. Deal.

Great.

And I can't wait

for you to meet Cliff.

He'll be here this Friday.

You know what,

we are having friends

over for dinner Friday night.

You guys should join us.

Hi!

Welcome to Rags to Riches.

I'm Dani.

You're Danielle?

Yes, I am.

I'm Elena Derosa.

You come

very highly recommended.

Well, thank you,

I guess.

I own Derosa fine arts.

Do you know the gallery?

Yes, I know of it.

I'm looking for a manager.

Oh...

Oh.

Well, I'm an owner here,

so I'm not really looking

for something else.

Well, you would only be working

with exquisite pieces,

a high-end clientele,

and you'd be making

a lot more money.

Think about it.

Everyone is going

crazy these days.

Why not go old-school

and have him be

a kung-fu master?

Shaolin trained.

Right, but his powers

are not supernatural.

Cool, and each level,

his opponents get stronger...

Maybe multiple enemies?

And to reach the highest level,

he has to fight the illuminati.

Okay, bad idea.

Cam's thinking of

hacking his dad's phone.

I just need to see

if the school has texted him

anything about my grades.

I thought you had a 4.0.

Had.

Nate and me kinda

skated last quarter.

I don't know about

hacking your dad's phone.

Well, it's not really a "hack."

It's just an app

that runs in the background.

Yeah, you see,

a "hack" would be

if we were able to...

get into

the school computer system

and actually change the grades

ourselves.

That'd be epic, dude.

Understatement.

Logan, are you in?

I'm already getting "A"s.

Like, what would I

change them to?

We'd be legends!

Expelled legends.

Come on, you guys aren't

serious about this, are you?

Nah, someone always

finds out, right?

It'd be cool just to see

if we could, though.

Dani!

You cannot believe

the stuff that she has.

You cannot believe our books.

I'm serious.

She has a Tiffany lamp.

I already know someone

who will buy it.

Yeah, I'm serious, too, Jenn.

I don't think we'll be able

to buy very much.

Ah, but here's the best part,

we don't have to give her

any cash up front.

All we have to do

is give her a percentage

of what we sell.

- Really?

- Really.

It's about time

we caught a break.

Let's go eat some chocolate.

- Okay.

- Yeah.

I think it's fascinating.

You deal with real killers

and real crime.

Not like in those mystery novels

you used to read.

Jenn reads mysteries?

Obsessively.

Well, that explains

a few things.

Well, it's paid off.

She actually has helped us

solve a few murders.

- Seriously?

- What?

I-I didn't do that much.

No, she's being modest.

Yes, she did.

She's a natural.

Oh, go on.

Fortunately, she's back

to reading books now.

Yes, I am.

I'm just reading books.

Well, Cliff helped solve

a mystery last week

with a patient.

The eye chart?

Oh, right.

I had an older patient,

who I knew couldn't

see very well,

but he was reading the

eye chart like he was a kid.

Perfect vision.

I "see" where this is going.

Bad...

But I couldn't figure it out,

whose eyes get better

as they age?

So, when he wasn't looking...

You turned the chart

upside down?

Exactly!

But he was still perfect!

That guy was crafty, though.

Cliff is so nice.

How did you two meet?

He came into the shop.

Can you believe it?

A man who loves antiques.

Actually, no.

He was looking for a gift.

His home is very

mid-century modern.

Are you sure

about this consignment deal?

I feel like you're being

too generous.

I am so sure.

Oh, and I can't believe

I didn't mention it,

I also have a barn

filled with even more stuff.

A barn?

Ooh, I love barns.

I know you do.

Who wants some pie?

Oh, yes!

Yes!

I forget how funny Frank is when

he's not being a detective.

Oh, Frank's always

being a detective.

Hey, did you notice

he gave me credit

for helping solve

those cases in the past?

Uh-huh.

I especially like the part

about it being in the past.

Right.

Remember when I said

I might need some help

moving a few things

from Sandra's shop?

Yes...

Well, I was wrong.

Oh.

It's not a few things.

It's all of it.

I don't know what

she got out there.

We're going to

need more storage.

We need to sell something.

OK, next person who

comes in is buying.

That's the spirit.

I'm giving you fair warning,

I haven't opened this door

in a long time.

Don't worry, I won't judge.

There might be

a few things you want.

The rest of it is going away.

Wow.

I'm going to go

get some coffee for us.

Have fun.

Jenn?

I've got coffee!

Where are you?

Sandra!

I'm down here!

You've got to come

down here and see this.

Uh... hold on.

What is it?

Watch your step.

Look.

I didn't know this room

was even down here.

Look at all this.

It's great.

Look at this painting.

The frame alone is worth a lot.

This is unbelievable.

I don't understand.

Why would he do that?

Hide all this,

and then leave it behind?

Michael...

I can't believe it.

This whole time...

I've been living here,

and he's been...

Right there.

I'm so sorry.

So, I know this is very hard,

but sheriff Connors

has a job to do.

He just has a few

questions to ask.

It's all standard procedure.

Can't you do it, Frank?

It's not my jurisdiction,

though he has

asked me to consult,

so I'll help in any way I can.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I am okay.

I will be back

to check on you later.

Thanks for coming right out.

You've got a knack for this,

I can tell you that much.

Did you know this guy?

Never met him.

They're not going to think

Sandra had anything

to do with this, are they?

Well, someone shot him.

They were engaged, right?

He drops her.

Hell hath no fury.

There's no way Sandra did this.

Well, good,

'cause I don't think so either.

But I'm just glad

I'm not the one

who has to figure it out.

Well, keep me posted.

Here we go.

I've never been down there.

I didn't even know there was

a room was under the barn.

When did you last see him?

Two years ago.

We were engaged, living here.

I got up one morning,

and found a note

that said he was leaving.

He was in love with

another woman

and was moving away.

And you had no contact

after that?

I didn't want any.

You don't believe me.

I didn't kill Michael.

Why would I send Jenn out there

to look around

if I knew that my fiance's body

was under the barn?

Do you still have the note?

Maybe.

In a box somewhere,

I'd have to check.

There was another note

that I found in his pants pocket

about a week before.

It was a woman's handwriting.

Signed "me."

What did the note say?

Just, "see you tomorrow - me."

I felt ill when I read it.

And you have no idea

who he was

having the affair with?

No,

and I never got

the chance to ask.

Do you own a gun?

Michael had a gun,

but he took it with him

when he left.

Or...

When I thought he left.

Hey, um, theoretical

question, dad.

If you knew someone

was doing something

that they shouldn't,

are you obligated to tell?

Does that make you,

like, really uncool?

Uh, there are worse things

than being uncool.

Not many.

All right, um...

Let's say you had a friend

who wanted to take a selfie

on the top of a moving train?

That's a little extreme,

but, yeah, I get your point.

I'm not going to ask you

what this is about.

I know you'll do

the right thing.

Every time.

Oh.

Hello.

Hi, hon'.

So, Sandra and I

found her ex-fiance, Michael,

underneath the barn.

He was dead.

I'll explain it all later.

Looks like we're having

pizza tonight.

Go in and look around,

just like you're a customer.

They're not going to believe

I'm a customer.

Just...

Let me know what

the place is like, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, you didn't

hack this, did you?

No, dude.

That's just the portal.

You wouldn't believe

the firewalls

and securities they have.

You said it,

hackers always get caught.

Only if someone tells.

Digital bread crumbs

will lead right back to you.

Not always.

Me and Nate are cooked

if our gpas dive.

You sure you don't wanna help?

Sorry, you're, uh,

you're breaking up.

I didn't quite catch that.

Okay, man, I'm just saying.

And how long

would you be grounded for

if you got caught?

How long would eternity be?

Anyways, I gotta book.

See ya.

If there's anything

I can help you with,

please don't hesitate to ask.

You seem to like this.

Do you know what it is?

Um...

Oil painting?

Old?

Definitely old.

Yes, it is.

19th century.

Hudson river school.

How much is it?

A lot.

Is there anything in particular

I can help you with?

Nah,

I was just walking by.

Hmm.

Well, we're really not open

for browsers.

I'm sure you understand.

Got it.

Well, thanks.

It's a really nice gallery.

Oh...

I believe the artist

is Thomas Cole.

- No...

- Yes.

Completely dark room,

underground like a sealed vault.

I wouldn't have even

gone down there.

There was furniture,

and paintings,

and all this cool stuff,

and then,

the body.

It was horrible.

You're a murder magnet.

Yeah.

I'm not sure I like that.

It's really nice.

Kind of snooty,

but the paintings

are impressive.

What are you talking about?

I was at the Derosa gallery.

I saw a guy there

that looked like he stepped

right out of GQ.

What were you doing there?

Um, I asked Hannah

to check it out.

The owner came in,

and I just wanted to see

if it was as nice as she said.

Well, why send Hannah?

Well, 'cause I had

things to do around here.

Why don't you tell your daughter

what you just found?

Your mother found a body.

It was dead.

We've got forensics downstairs.

Sheriff, you might

want to see this.

Looks like the shooter

just tossed it aside

before heading up the stairs.

No khown cause of death

until we get

the coroner's report.

Oh, come on, he was shot.

Well, aren't you

the mystery buff?

In a murder investigation,

the obvious...

is often quite wrong.

Okay, it's unlikely,

but the killer could have

shot a dead body

in an attempt to disguise

the actual cause of death,

right?

We don't even know

how long the body was there.

The last time Sandra saw him

was two years ago.

The killer made no effort

to hide the weapon,

which is odd.

Fingerprints?

Let's just let the sheriff

do his job, okay?

There's no mystery here.

It's just straightforward

police work.

Analyze the evidence,

interview everybody,

and go from there.

You're right.

Body in the barn!

That's our headline,

"body in the barn."

I thought "corpse in the cellar"

would be better,

but, you know...

Jack Donnally, Daily Journal.

You're the Jennifer Shannon

listed on the police report.

Frank?

That's my cue to go.

Always nice to see you, Jack.

You too, Frank.

- Frank...

- I just have a few questions.

Very photogenic.

I'm just going to get

a couple more.

That's it.

Oh, that's good, very good.

It really encapsulates that fear

that I'm sure you felt

when you saw that dead body.

Jennifer!

Sit down, sit down.

Thank you.

Always happy to see you.

I'd offer you a drink,

but it's got to be a stiff one.

You're funny.

You think so?

Did I mention how I might

have to leave this place?

It's a dead-end job.

Ba-dum-bum.

Listen, I need some information

on Michael Chambers.

Ah...

He was dead.

Yes, he is in residence here.

How can I help you?

Well, I need to know

cause of death,

how long he was dead,

whatever you can tell me.

There will be an official

coroner's report,

released through

the appropriate channels.

If I violate that,

I could lose my job.

You know I've already

seen the body.

Mm-hmm.

It looks like

someone shot him in the chest.

So you're speculating

there might have been

three gunshot wounds

to the torso?

From a small-caliber weapon.

Like a 9 mm?

Might have happened

about two years ago?

It would be impossible

to pinpoint

the exact time of death.

Casper's law,

a body exposed to air

will decompose twice as fast

as a body in water.

Four times as fast

as a body in the ground.

Unembalmed,

a body in a casket

could take up to ten years.

This was a sealed room,

underground.

So, it was probably very cool.

No air circulation.

No insect activity, no animals.

A body might look pretty good

after a couple of years.

You want to see it?

No, once was enough.

The autopsy would show

if he was already dead

before he was shot, right?

In a general sense.

Usually.

Was he?

Oh, just answer me one, okay?

I can't answer the question.

But let me ask you this,

did you see any blood stains

on his clothing?

Yes.

Do you think dead people bleed

when you shoot them?

Hmm?

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey.

Hi. Did you put

that lasagna in the oven?

Yes.

It's almost ready.

Great, thank you.

Hey, hon',

remember when we talked about

getting involved

with real crimes

and with real murderers?

About how that's a bad idea?

No, I know,

but I'm not involved.

Ah.

Oops.

"Jennifer Shannon,

"owner of local store

Rags to Riches,

"made a horrifying

discovery today

"while searching for antiques...

"The dead body of a local man

who disappeared two years ago.

Shannon, no stranger

to murder mysteries..."

Listen, it's not my fault.

It's not like I go

looking for this stuff,

it just happens.

Dani called me

a "murder magnet."

Great.

What am I supposed to do now,

hmm?

Look, I'm going to

change my clothes

and bring that lasagna

over to Sandra.

Cliff's coming later,

but I don't want her

to be alone.

At least he took a good picture.

Hair's a mess.

I meant to throw this stuff out.

Sheriff Connors wants the note

that Michael left behind.

It might be in here somewhere.

Little did I know.

He was in good shape.

Yeah, a bit narcissistic.

Practically lived at the gym.

What I don't understand

is the secret cellar

with all that stuff in there.

And you had no idea

that cellar was there?

I rarely went into the barn.

But now I know why the store

was struggling so much

right before

Michael disappeared.

Hmm, with Michael buying

all that stuff

and squirreling it away

in the cellar.

You know, about two weeks

after Michael disappeared,

I was contacted

by a baseball card dealer.

He thought Michael

was still around.

He heard that Michael had bought

a "shoeless Joe Jackson"

rookie card.

The dealer wanted to buy it.

How much is something

like that worth?

Well, he was willing

to pay about $10,000.

But that's 'cause it was worn.

A mint one

would be worth a fortune.

Wow.

Yeah.

Our business account

was almost tapped out.

Why didn't you go to the police?

What could I prove?

I didn't even know

where Michael was.

And, honestly,

I just wanted that part

of my life to be over.

I think it's strange

that the shooter

left the gun there.

Yeah.

It was Michael's.

He kept it in the house.

The sheriff got a little weird

when I told him that.

I could see that.

You had motive, opportunity,

access to the weapon,

and the body was found

on your property.

Well, put like that...

Sandra, did you kill Michael?

No.

Absolutely not.

I believe you.

But you're going to hear

that question a lot.

You were engaged,

and spouses

are always prime suspects.

Sandra!

Oh, Cliff...

Oh, I'm so happy to see you.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Jenn was nice enough

to come out.

Well, I don't mean to rush off,

but I should be getting home.

Thanks, Jenn.

I'll call you later.

Okay.

You should be happy

your picture was

in the newspaper

I had two customers

come in yesterday

just because of it.

Did they buy anything?

The old jewelry box.

$95.00.

You looked cute in the paper,

by the way.

Thank you.

Hair all messed up.

Thank you.

Jenn, I wasn't completely honest

about why I sent Hannah

to check out the gallery.

Oh?

The owner,

Elena Derosa,

wants to talk to me

about managing it.

Dani, that's great.

What a compliment.

Art has always been

your passion.

I told her I'm not interested.

Are you sure?

Maybe you should

at least consider it.

Do you want me to?

No, I don't.

Of course, I don't.

But I don't want you to miss out

on a great opportunity.

It's not an opportunity.

It's not?

Well, maybe it is.

But anyway, I'm not going.

So...

Can we talk about this later?

I have to meet Sandra right now,

she's hiring a lawyer.

Whoa. Does she need one?

Having a lawyer

is not a bad idea

when your former fiance

turns up dead.

I can see that.

There is no telling.

You get an overly

zealous prosecutor,

and he could try to

make a meal out of you.

What should I do?

Stop talking to the police,

unless they charge you

with something.

Won't that make me look guilty?

No, that will make

you look smart.

Now, what we have to

figure out is,

if you didn't shoot Michael,

in the basement of your barn,

with the pistol from your house,

because he was leaving you

for another woman,

who did?

I have no idea.

Look, if Sandra did this,

she had two years

to get rid of the body, right?

She could have filled

the entire cellar in with dirt.

And she would have never left

those valuable items down there.

And the prosecution will argue

that it was a crime of passion,

and that in the aftermath,

Sandra was in such denial,

that she would never

go down there again,

never see what she had done,

and if nobody knows it happened,

maybe it didn't.

Life goes on.

Except for Michael.

Are you okay?

I am.

I just...

Can't believe

this is all happening.

I'm going to, um...

Head back to the shop,

keep my normal routine

and keep my mind off this.

When is Cliff coming back?

He's flying back Friday.

He's got surgeries all week.

Well, you call me

if you need anything, okay?

I'm just

20 minutes down the road.

Thanks, Jenn.

Hang in there.

Hi.

Welcome to Rags to Riches.

I'm Dani.

Kim.

You buy as well as sell,

don't you?

Well, that depends.

What do you have?

Some furniture and... things.

This kind of stuff.

Antiques.

Well, we'd be happy

to come and take a look.

I'll talk to my partner,

and we can give you a call?

Is that Jennifer Shannon,

the one from

the newspaper story?

Yes, this is our store.

That was just horrible.

I can't imagine seeing that.

She must have been

pretty shook up.

Yeah.

She's pretty tough.

There is my name and address.

Great.

What time is best for you?

Any time is good.

I appreciate this.

My husband died

unexpectedly last year.

I'm making

a new start elsewhere.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Well, if Dani takes

this other job,

I don't know if

I'll be able to run Rags

by myself.

Does she want to go?

Well...

She says she doesn't,

but why would she send

Hannah to check it out?

And the truth is,

I want what's best for her.

Even if it means

closing the shop?

I don't know.

I mean, Dani deserves

everything that comes her way,

and...

She's always dreamed

of being in the art world.

How's Sandra holding up?

She got a lawyer.

They haven't charged her

with anything yet, have they?

No, but if another suspect

doesn't turn up,

it's not looking good.

It's on Riverview Road.

Ooh, very nice.

Great old homes.

Mm-hmm.

And she was just a walk-in?

No, she saw your picture

in the newspaper.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm.

Why is she selling?

Recently widowed.

Wants to make a fresh start.

Huh.

Nice car.

Nice house.

Hopefully, nice things inside.

I appreciate you coming out

on such short notice.

Oh, well, thank you

for having us.

You have some lovely pieces.

Thank you.

I don't know much about them.

It was my husband's thing.

Yes, we're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

It's been almost a year,

and I'm just starting

to feel better.

I'm moving to new Mexico,

and none of this

would work there.

I think it's all pretty old.

Well, I would say,

at first glance,

you're right.

Do you mind

if I take some pictures?

Oh, please, go ahead.

And I'm going to

take some notes.

I read the newspaper story,

where it said you had

an antique store.

I wasn't sure

what I was going to do

with all this stuff.

Is there anything

that you want to keep?

No. Not really.

I just want a fair price.

Well, we will look around,

and go back to our shop,

do a little research,

and get back to you

with an offer.

That would be great.

Well, it's all

pretty nice stuff...

Can we sell it fast?

The slant top secretary's desk,

I could sell tomorrow.

If we paid wholesale,

we're talking...

$20,000 for everything.

We still have

the emergency fund.

That's 7,000.

I might be able to

get some deposits

off the pictures we took.

Why don't we just

raise what we can

and make an offer?

Oh, I hate it when someone says,

"make me fair offer."

Conscience?

Yeah, a terrible thing to have

in this business.

I might be able to get Jason

to give us a bridge-loan.

I have some savings.

Dani...

Why not?

I'd get paid back

as soon as we sell some of it.

We are not going there.

And by the way,

did you follow up

on that job offer

from the gallery?

No.

Well, I think you should.

Just test the waters.

You're not making a commitment,

you're not leaving Rags,

but you owe it to yourself

to hear what that

woman has to say.

I just heard from

sheriff Connors.

Sandra's being arrested

this afternoon.

Murder.

Her fingerprints

were on the gun.

How am I going to do this?

You're going to be okay.

What about bail?

They have 48 hours to arraign.

We'll ask for bail then.

She'll get it, right?

I mean, she's not a criminal.

You've never

been arrested, have you?

No.

Yes, she should get bail.

It will be $100,000 at least.

You can use your

home as collateral.

I'm real sorry for this.

Do I have to wear the handcuffs?

Same rules for everyone.

Please turn around

and place your hands

behind your back.

I'm placing you under arrest

for the murder

of Michael Chambers.

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will

be used against you

in a court of law.

You have a right

to an attorney...

It's really tough.

We tried a DDOS attack,

but that didn't work.

Back doors are shut tight.

Our school district,

which can't afford books,

has 64-bit encryption!

Can you believe that?

You guys are crazy to try this.

We have to.

Grades are out next week,

and if we don't fix them,

we could mess everything up.

Even our college applications.

Logan, we need your help.

You've got skills.

We could all do this together.

I don't have those skills.

Listen,

if the three of us

put our heads together,

we can do this.

Go talk to your teachers,

you know, see if they'll

give you some extra credit

to bring the grades back up.

I thought you were

our friend, man.

Think about it.

Let's go.

You don't think she actually

shot Michael, do you?

I don't know.

I have no way of knowing

at this point.

She didn't do this.

How do you know that?

Gut instinct.

Well, then

somebody else shot him.

Who?

Well, find motive,

method, opportunity,

and you'll find your killer.

This isn't a mystery book, Jenn.

This is the real world,

and the clock is ticking.

Sandra...

Oh, geez, are you okay?

I've seen worse.

On TV.

Good one.

Listen, Sandra, we need to learn

as much as we can

about Michael's life.

Try to figure out

who the other woman was,

who his friends were.

I have no idea

who the woman was.

Just the note, signed "me."

After he left,

I scooped up everything,

and I threw it in those boxes.

Okay, you said

he liked to go to the gym a lot.

What gym?

Iron fitness.

And as for friends,

he was pretty much a loner.

You know, he just liked

to work out a lot,

shop for the store.

At least that's

what I thought he was doing.

You mentioned something

about baseball cards,

somebody calling

after Michael left,

wanting to buy them?

Right.

I don't know

what happened to them.

But they're

easily transportable.

You could sell them

in any card shop in the country.

They're like cash.

Excuse me,

I'm looking for Mandy?

Oh, the blonde, thank you.

Awesome job.

We'll see you next week.

Mandy?

Yeah?

Oh, you must be Jenn.

Hi.

Thank you for taking the time

to see me.

Well, I remember Michael,

and when I saw the newspaper,

I couldn't believe it.

I thought he had

just moved away.

What do you remember

about Michael?

He was a work-out animal,

always at the gym.

Did you consider him a friend?

I just knew him from here,

that's all.

What did other people

think of him?

Was he popular?

Not really.

He had a roving eye,

that's for sure.

You know when a guy

is always checking you out,

and he thinks it's a compliment?

Was he romantically involved

with anyone at the gym?

That was the rumor.

She was a member,

and one of our trainers, Duane,

was seeing her,

and he got jealous.

He and Michael

got into an argument

in the parking lot,

and someone saw it,

and said that he threatened

to break Michael's neck,

and he got suspended.

Do you know the name

of this woman?

No, not off hand.

It's weird,

because I heard Michael

was engaged at the time.

What's Duane's last name?

Lambeer.

If you talk with him, watch it,

he's pretty combustible.

Could be the steroids.

They only allow him to work

with members who request him.

Can you tell me

the next time he's here?

I can check.

Thank you.

I was impressed

by your art background.

Mm.

I'm an artist myself.

Oh.

Here, you're a bridge

between the artists we represent

and the customers.

So, have you been managing

the gallery yourself?

At times.

My last manager

ended up marrying a client.

Occupational hazard, I suppose.

Well, um,

I'm very flattered

that you thought of me,

and you have a lovely gallery...

Danielle,

I don't want a "yes" or "no"

from you today.

I just want you

to think about it.

You would be in charge

of the gallery.

There is some

traveling involved.

Locally?

Once a year,

you would have to travel

to Paris and London

for the auctions,

sometimes elsewhere,

to represent clients.

Wow.

That is definitely

something worth thinking about.

You speak French, don't you?

Yes.

Oui, bien sur,

je parle francais.

I'd have to do some brushing up.

You'd be surprised

how fast it comes back to you.

Okay, why do you think

someone killed him?

I think he owed

money to someone,

and they wanted to get paid.

Or maybe he had something

that the killer wanted.

Most robberies

don't end in murder.

Yeah, well, some do.

Whoa.

When did family dinner

become murder 101?

Don't look at me.

Eat your broccoli.

How was school today?

Great. My criminology class...

You're taking criminology?

Elective.

Anyway,

everybody was talking about

the "body in the barn,"

and my professor was saying

that if you just look at

the statistics,

the killer is probably a man.

That's interesting. Why?

First off,

90% of homicides

are committed by men,

and a gun is the

most common weapon.

Big deal.

That means 10%

are committed by women.

And how do they do it?

Still guns,

but less so.

Knives come in second.

I love the potatoes, honey.

Can I...

Get some more?

Oh.

Logan's right,

the killer could have

easily been a woman.

I know Sandra

is your friend and all,

but what if she's guilty?

Oh, I am confident

that she's not.

Well, what if

you're helping a criminal?

Luckily, in this country,

you are innocent

until proven guilty.

So, I'm going with innocent.

Delicious.

I don't like it sweety.

You keep telling

me not to worry but

it the fact that I do worry.

I know.

Sandra's been charged with the

murder I don't think she committed.

I can't just stand by and

hope she doesn't get convicted.

Can I?

I hope.

I guess not.

Well, I love you.

I love you.

Good night.

So, Kim Balmain

how old would you say she is?

30s?

And did you see

the picture of her husband?

Mm-hmm. Robert.

He looked a little older.

Maybe 50s?

I don't know, still pretty young

to be dropping dead.

I found this article online.

Said he was out hiking,

had an allergic reaction,

and died.

While hiking?

That's horrible...

And then Kim became

a wealthy young widow.

Jenn...

Sometimes, in the real world,

people just die,

without being murdered.

They get hit by cars,

or have heart attacks,

get stung by bees,

and that's it.

Fini.

Hmm.

Anyway, I've got some leads

for Sandra.

There's a trainer at the gym

where Michael used to go.

They got into a fight

over a girl.

Not Sandra?

Nope.

That is a good lead.

Good, good, good.

Now go finish up

with some cardio.

Excuse me, Duane?

Hi.

Hi. Do you

have a moment?

Yeah.

First things first,

let me say this,

you're in pretty good shape

for a woman your age.

Now, I mean that.

Okay, actually, I'm here

to just help a friend.

Did you know Michael Chambers?

Yeah, a total jerk.

A dead one now.

I saw the newspaper story.

Well, I...

I heard that he might be

romantically involved

with someone from the club,

and I was wondering

if you might know

who that would be?

I don't know you,

and I don't know anything

about Michael Chambers,

except

someone did us all a favor.

So, whatever you're doing,

I don't want

any part of it, understand?

For real?

You guys got into the system?

Almost there.

It's hard work, though.

If you helped, man,

it would be a lot easier.

I'm not that good.

Yeah, you are.

You know, there could be

an upside if we get caught.

I hear the CIA

is hiring hackers.

With high school diplomas,

which you won't have

if you get caught.

Excuse me,

I was interested in

buying my husband

a special birthday present.

Do you sell old baseball cards?

Whatever you want, I can get.

Even something really rare?

That's why I'm here.

We don't carry them

in stock, of course.

Where do they come from?

Collectors are always

buying and selling

back channel.

"Back channel,"

what does that mean?

Under the radar.

A private transaction

between private individuals,

it's, uh, you know...

Private.

Oh, so you're

kind of a go-between?

Yeah, kinda.

For a fee.

Well...

Here's what I had in mind.

You want one of these?

My husband is a fan.

How much would

a shoeless Joe cost?

The prices in the book

are all over the place.

Well, a shoeless Joe rookie

went for a quarter million

at auction last year.

Oh, my goodness, I had no idea.

I mean, that, of course,

is for a pristine example.

A worn, discolored card

would be worth a lot less.

Wow.

That's cute.

Would you take $75.00 for it?

Nah, I gotta have a hundred.

That's probably worth

a lot more, you know.

It's, um...

Art greco.

Great, I'll...

I'll take it.

Um, let me know

if you hear about

any shoeless Joe Jackson cards,

on the lower end, of course.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

The trainer's name?

Duane Lambeer.

He threatened to kill Michael.

Argument was over a woman.

Her name?

I don't know.

She worked out at the club,

could have been

a client of Duane's.

This is pretty thin.

Well, it's a start.

Oh, and there could have been

a money motive, too.

It seems that Michael purchased

a rare and valuable

baseball card

shortly before his death.

Sandra doesn't know where it is.

She's never even seen it.

How valuable?

Enough to kill.

Hey, Frank.

Oh, hey, thanks for coming down.

Okay,

arraignment is tomorrow.

I talked to the prosecutor,

and he is very confident

this will go to trial.

What about bail?

We'll know tomorrow.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Sandra wanted me

to give this to you.

It's the letter

that Michael left.

"Sandra,

"I'm in love with someone else.

"Whatever is in the store,

"you can have.

"I'm going away.

It's better like this.

"Please don't try to contact

or find me.

"I am only following my heart.

Michael."

This doesn't

really help, does it?

Actually, it does.

At least this part

of her story is true.

It helps with her credibility.

Okay, here's a copy

of the crime scene photos

and the autopsy report

you asked for.

Thanks.

I'll let you know

if anything comes up.

Okay, very good.

All right,

well, I'd better

get back to work, too.

Thanks, Frank.

I don't even know

how you can go through

all of this stuff.

What are you hoping to learn

from a coroner's report?

Somebody shot him.

Well, you don't know

until you read it.

Okay, let's talk

this through, okay?

Assuming Sandra didn't kill him,

suspects and motives, go.

First,

Michael is a thief.

He's stealing from Sandra.

He's skimming off profits

from their shop,

and he is buying

collectible baseball cards

with a lot of cash.

So, maybe the thief got killed

by another thief?

Okay, a possibility.

Second,

there's a love triangle.

Everyone assumes it's Sandra

because Michael left her,

but I just met a guy

who is half-psycho,

who threatened to kill Michael

over another woman.

Duane the trainer.

Yes.

And he may be the only person

who knows

who the other woman is.

And if he didn't kill Michael,

he probably knows who did.

See, I just can't

get my head around

Sandra's fingerprints

on the gun.

How did they get there?

What?

Where are you going?

To get an answer.

I don't think

I've slept at all?

I feel like everything

is stacked against me.

No, not everything.

Arraignment's in the morning,

and there's a good chance

you'll make bail.

Sandra, I have to

ask you something.

Why are your fingerprints

on the gun?

Because I shot it.

Not at Michael.

But at the range.

Michael and I

used to go out there.

I'm probably the last one

to use it.

Well then, why aren't

the killer's fingerprints

on the gun?

He must have worn gloves.

The killer knew

where the gun was kept

in the house,

and he also knew

about the hidden cellar,

which you didn't know about.

And he had to know that Michael

was planning on leaving.

No one would miss him,

or even look for him.

Yes!

You look intense.

Gaming?

I've just done the impossible.

I hacked into

the school's computer system.

What?

What in the world

would you do that for?

Do you know how much trouble

you could get into?

No, I'm not changing my grades.

I'm changing

Nate's and Cameron's.

They gave themselves "A"s

when they were

going to get "C" s.

Look.

The grades are out tomorrow,

and they think it's a done deal,

but I am changing them back.

Why are you doing this?

I don't want my friends

to get caught cheating.

That's funny,

they think they're cheating,

but you're reversing the cheat.

Exactly.

They're going to get

what they earned.

Instant Karma.

Yeah, that too.

You're a good kid, Logan.

It's so obvious...

Why wouldn't her fingerprints

be on the gun?

Wouldn't Michael's

be there, too?

There were partials,

but the last person

to handle the gun

without gloves

was Sandra.

The killer had to know

they had a gun

and where they kept it.

Could Michael have

brought the gun to the cellar?

But then he would have left

complete prints

over Sandra's, right?

Unless he wore gloves.

Hmm, and the killer

wore gloves, too?

I'm not buying it.

I have a mystery

that I'd like to solve.

I saved my chocolate cake

from last night,

and now it's gone.

Jason...

You think I would eat your cake?

In a heartbeat.

Well, you shouldn't have

left it out

where I could see it.

So, it's my fault

you ate my cake?

Your cake is still there.

It's behind the milk.

But I get half.

What?

No... Jenn.

Jenn?

This waiting

is driving me crazy.

Could you have gone?

Mcguire said it could be

an all-day affair.

He had no idea when

Sandra's case would come up.

Oh, my goodness.

Well, either you made bail

or you escaped.

Escaped.

Mcguire was great.

He convinced the judge that

if I was going to disappear,

I already had

two years to do it.

What's next?

Well, the evidence goes

before a grand jury,

and then they make the decision

as to a trial.

Time frame?

It's up to them.

Might be a week.

For now, all I want to do

is go home and have a shower.

I hear you.

I'll come by later

and fill you in

on a couple of things.

Okay.

That's nice.

It's art deco.

You know, we almost bought

something like that

a couple years back,

but Michael said

it was over-priced.

I'll see you soon.

These are good leads.

Why won't the sheriff

investigate?

They're working to make a case

against Sandra,

not prove her innocence.

Fine.

Follow them up,

but stay out of trouble.

All right, I have

the info you asked for.

What does this have

to do with Sandra?

Long shot,

a woman called us

to sell us some antiques

after the newspaper story

came out.

She was very interested

in Michael's death.

I thought that was odd.

I also thought it was odd

that she her glass

on an antique coffee table.

Robert Balmain, 55 years-old,

was a private investor,

married to Kimberly Balmain.

Accidental death, last August,

hiking on Silver Fork trail.

Cause of death,

anaphylactic shock.

He ate a power bar

that contained peanuts.

It says right here.

"Remains of

a partially eaten bar

were found with him."

So, murder by power bar?

It would be

if someone knowingly

put that bar in his bag.

Look, I go by my hunches,

and I have a hunch

about Robert Balmain.

Oh, this should be good.

My hunch is

that whoever killed

Robert Balmain

might have killed Michael.

If you're right about this,

I'll buy you lunch for a month.

But you're buying today.

Power bar...

I don't know what

you said the other day,

but it really set him off.

I asked about Michael Chambers.

Well, he went

into the locker room,

and he broke a big mirror

with a trash can.

He's been banned.

Oh, guess I pushed a button.

Do you recall a member

named Kim Balmain?

Could she be the woman

that Michael and Duane

were arguing about?

There was a member back then

named Kim...

Kim Collette.

She was stunning.

I know I hacked the system,

and I know I changed them.

I saw them.

They were all "A" s.

But now I got "C" s.

What happened?

Well, are you sure

you guys coded the change?

Yeah, everything looked good.

We're toast.

At least you didn't get caught.

True, that.

I mean, at first

it was exciting to break in,

but then...

I kind of wished we hadn't.

I didn't sleep

at all last night.

Me too.

I bet you slept.

Like a baby.

Should've listened to him.

Less stress.

Whoa, I've got an idea.

What if we told the school

how to break into their system.

We could be, like,

cyber-security advisors.

Maybe that's something

you'd be down with?

County registrar

will have all

the marriage licenses.

How is it spelled?

Uh, Balmain,

b-a-l-m-a-i-n, Robert.

Got it.

A little less than

two years ago,

Robert Balmain

marries Kimberly Collette.

The woman from the health club.

But how does this

connect to Michael?

I have a couple of theories,

the first one

is a love triangle.

There's a trainer at the gym,

Duane Lambeer.

He got into a fight with Michael

over another woman.

That woman

was Kimberly Collette.

Maybe, when Duane heard

that Michael was

moving away with Kim...

He snaps,

confronts Michael in the barn,

and then kills him?

I had detective Lynwood

run a background check on Duane.

He's been in jail twice,

both times for assault.

So, how would he know

about the secret cellar

under the barn?

Let's say he came out here

to confront Michael.

He sees him go into the barn.

He follows him in

and down to the cellar.

They argue, they fight...

But why is the gun there?

I don't know.

Michael would have had

to bring it.

What's your other theory?

My other theory

is the baseball cards.

They're worth a lot of money,

enough money

for someone to kill over.

Maybe someone was going to

buy them from Michael,

and they decided

to steal them instead.

So, Michael

has the guy come out,

takes him down to the cellar

where he keeps the cards.

Michael is nervous

about the whole thing,

so he brings the gun with him.

But why aren't Michael's

fingerprints on the gun?

Ah, it turns out

that fingerprints on a pistol

can only be taken

from a smooth, flat surface.

If Michael held the gun

by the pistol-grip,

which is checkered plastic,

he might not have left

fingerprints.

So, who is the killer?

Don't know.

Yet.

I did find a guy who deals

with this baseball card stuff.

Pretty sleazy.

And I...

Found the other note.

I don't even know

if it's from the woman

that Michael was seeing.

I just know my heart sank

when I read it.

"See you tomorrow.

Me."

What's that tell you?

I think your instincts

are right.

Seems pretty intimate

to sign the note "me."

Hello.

Yes, this is Jennifer.

Yes, I am still interested.

Can I call you back to confirm?

Thank you.

That was Billy the card broker.

Someone surfaced

with a shoeless Joe

rookie card for sale,

and a few others to go with it.

We can meet the guy tomorrow

at Billy's shop.

I know you're still

on the fence.

Danielle, this is

so frustrating.

I'm offering you an opportunity.

I know.

You're a diamond in the rough.

There's so much I can teach you.

About art?

Presentation.

First off, clothes.

While the clothing you wear

might be acceptable

at a thrift shop

like Rags to Riches...

We're not a thrift shop.

My point is,

that to deal with our clientele,

you need to present yourself

with class and elegance,

and I can help you with that.

There's also a fringe benefit

I didn't mention.

We deal with

a lot of wealthy men,

some of them single.

Do you really want to make

a career out of that shop?

Working with Jennifer,

who's...

Very sweet,

but, quite Frankly,

somewhat common...

Oh.

I think I know

what you're saying.

Let me make it simple,

do you want to dance in the barn

with hay on the floor,

or come to an elegant ball

at the chateau?

Probably the barn.

I like line dancing.

And if Jenn is there,

I know I'll have a good time.

She's my best friend.

Thanks for the offer, Elena.

I'm going to stay at Rags.

And lunch is on me.

Au revoir.

Honey, I want to

show you something,

see what you think.

Okay.

Take a look at this.

This is a photo the police took

after the body was removed.

Now, here's a photo,

pretty much the same angle,

that I took later.

What do you see?

Honestly, they look

the same to me.

Look right here,

next to the candelabra

in the crime scene photo.

The little statue

is not in the photo that I took,

but it's in the police photo.

That means

somebody had to go down there

and take that statue

after the murder.

Okay, someone

removed the statue.

Whoever took the statue

could very well be the killer.

Okay...

I bought that statue

the day before yesterday.

What? Where?

A guy who brokers baseball cards

had it in his shop,

and get this,

he knows someone

who has a shoeless Joe

rookie card for sale.

I think the broker

bought the statue

from the same guy

who killed Michael

for the cards,

and now wants to sell them.

Honey, if this is true,

I want you nowhere near this.

Oh, I know.

I'm already getting

Frank involved.

There's a meeting

set for tomorrow.

You go only if he goes.

I promise.

Don't worry.

What do you think?

Well, I want to find out

who Billy Carr

acquired this statue from.

Well, whoever it is

was in the cellar.

Why?

Well, if that person is

connected to a baseball card

that once belonged to Michael,

this could get

pretty interesting.

Sandra's on her way here now.

Okay.

I'm going to be in the store

before you guys,

posing as a customer.

Now, another customer

is going to come in

shortly after you,

that's one of my guys.

You got that?

Got it.

Are you okay?

You can stay here.

No, I'm fine.

The customer after us

is plainclothes.

Frank is already inside.

Why do I feel like

you've done this before?

Let's go.

Is that the guy?

No, that's a customer.

And the party in question

is not a guy,

it's a woman.

She just texted and said

she's not going to make it.

A woman?

What's her name?

Diana.

She said Diana Dors.

That's not a real name,

that's an old movie star.

You think anybody

in this business

uses their real name?

Frank...

Nobody's coming.

Hey, Billy,

got a closed sign for this dump?

Somebody walked in

off the street

with the statue.

I paid cash.

This is tied to a murder, Billy,

and right now,

it's looking like

you're in pretty deep.

For buying a statue?

Michael Chambers

had a shoeless Joe rookie,

and that card just vanished

when Michael was murdered,

and now, suddenly,

you know someone

who wants to sell one?

I want their phone

number, Billy.

I don't have it.

It was a blocked call.

And you just...

Just happen to have

a little bronze statue

that was taken

from the crime scene?

I told you the truth.

Okay.

Michael was skimming

from his fiancee's store

and buying rare

baseball cards from you.

He ends up buying

a very expensive

Joe Jackson rookie card,

and he doesn't pay you.

You're furious,

so you go to his place,

you follow him into the barn.

There's an argument,

maybe a fight...

And then you get your hands

on a gun.

You shoot Michael,

you take the baseball cards,

and, as an added bonus,

you grab the little statue

on your way out.

Now, what part of that

isn't true?

All of it!

None of it is true!

I don't want to talk anymore,

I want a lawyer.

I can't believe they

didn't just arrest him.

Well, Frank was just trying

to scare him into talking.

He doesn't think Billy

is the killer,

but he could lead us there.

Hey, did we sell anything today?

Five sales.

That's a good day.

That's a good day.

I'm hitting the farmer's market.

Do you want anything?

No, I'm good.

Okay.

"See you tomorrow...

Me."

Oh.

If you need any help,

just let me know.

Here we go.

Interesting.

I wanted some tea.

You're going to make

a phone call.

Sandra, I was

just going to call you.

You will not believe

what I discovered.

Tell me when I see you.

I need you out here right away.

Something's come up.

I've gotta go.

Please hurry.

If your friend doesn't

screw things up,

everything will be fine.

You've reached

detective Frank Lynwood.

Please leave a message.

Hey, Frank, trying you again.

I'm on my way out to Sandra's.

Something's going on,

I don't know what,

but she sounds stressed.

Call me back,

and if I don't answer,

there's a problem.

Sandra?

Sandra?

Are you okay?

Put your cell phone

on the table next to hers.

I've already called

detective Lynwood.

He knows everything.

Well, then I have

nothing to lose.

But you might be bluffing.

So, I think it's time for me

to move on.

You never planned on going

anywhere with Michael.

Nope.

You thought he had

some valuable baseball cards

and antiques.

You knew about the hiding cellar

under the barn.

You met him there

and you shot him

with his own gun.

Almost.

The cards weren't worth

as much as he said.

If he hadn't have lied

about the cards,

he'd still be alive today.

How did you know

he would have the gun with him?

I didn't.

Can't you figure that one out?

Oh...

You took the gun from the house.

You knew where it was

because you'd been in the house.

Yup.

Romantic afternoons

while Sandra was at work.

You kill Michael

in his own hiding place.

The body may or may not

be discovered,

but there's no way

to connect you to the crime

because you wore gloves.

You think like a criminal.

And you'd get away with

a baseball card collection

that you thought

was worth a fortune.

Still worth something,

but not the fortune I needed.

And then you marry

Robert Balmain,

fully intending on killing him.

Makes me, what?

A black widow,

a creature that kills its mate?

Trap door, please.

Let it go, Jennifer.

Gun versus pipe, who wins?

Down the stairs.

What are you going to do?

Tie you up

so I can make a safe getaway.

I'll make an anonymous call

to the cops in the morning.

Now, go,

before I change my mind.

Duane was never a part of this.

Nope.

I guess I led him on,

but what else is new?

Michael was flirting at the gym,

we started seeing each other.

He told me he

was leaving Sandra.

We started having secret dates.

Sorry about this,

but it beats the alternative.

You told Billy you wanted

to sell the rookie card,

but that wasn't true.

You're right,

I had no intention

of selling the card.

I wanted to smoke you out.

I was standing

across the street,

waiting to see

who would show up at the shop.

So, what's the next move

in your twisted little plan?

By this time tomorrow,

I am going to be

sipping a mai tai,

checking out

married men at the bar,

a long way from here.

Oh.

Can't forget my insurance.

Ta-ta, ladies.

Jenn...

I have an idea.

Hold on, Sandra.

I smell smoke.

She's burning the barn!

I know, I know.

Hurry.

Try to pull your arm out.

Here we go.

Come on.

No!

We'll never get out this way.

Some of the floorboards

are pretty old...

Gotcha!

Here.

Oh.

Sandra!

Right here, help me.

Together.

Oh!

Hurry, hurry.

Reach!

Go!

Are you okay?

Yes.

My phone is in the house.

Hands over your head!

Sheriff's department!

Let me see your hands!

Don't move!

This card belongs to you.

It'll be used for

evidence in Kim's trial,

but other than that,

it's yours.

I don't know if I even want it.

I'll take it.

I know a broker named Billy.

Tomorrow morning,

the charges against you,

of course, will be dropped.

So, Kim is looking at..?

Two murders,

Michael,

and her husband, Richard.

And attempted murder

of Jenn and Sandra.

Attempted murder?

I'm sorry, honey,

but she locked us in the cellar,

and we had to break out.

I called Frank

before we went over there.

Oh, okay, if you called Frank

that makes it good...

Well, to Jennifer.

I will second that.

You've got a real nose for this.

No, don't encourage her.

Yeah, no, don't.

This was a little too close

for comfort tonight.

But credit where credit is due.

Thank you.

But for now, I am going back

to being a wife, mother,

and garage sale diva.

Yeah, right.

Sure, mom.

That, I will drink to.

I'm just grateful

you solved this mystery.

Ah...

To Jenn.

Cheers!

Cheers!

She shoots Michael

for a baseball card

she thinks is worth a fortune.

But it's not.

How did Billy get the statue

from the cellar?

He snuck in late night

after he read

the newspaper article.

He thought the card

might be there,

but it wasn't.

He grabbed the statue, hoping

it would worth something.

So Billy had nothing

to do with it?

Nope.

How did Kim know

Sandra's fingerprints

would be on the gun?

She didn't.

She got lucky.

The only thing she was

concerned about was making sure

that her fingerprints

weren't on the gun.

Then she marries Robert...

Fully intending to kill him.

She's a bad one.

She really set fire to the barn

with you and Sandra

in the cellar?

I would have had to run

this place all by myself.

You turned down the gallery job?

You're stuck with me,

for better or worse.

What happened?

Creative differences.

She didn't like your clothes.

- What?

- Don't ask.

Let's map out

Saturday's garage sales.

Good idea.

Oh!

"The most interesting

garage sale in the world."

Hmm!

Oh, check this one out,

"items purchase themselves."

We can do better.

I found it!

"Uncover the mystery

of hidden treasures."

Oh, here we go.