Murder, She Wrote (1984–1996): Season 10, Episode 3 - The Legacy of Borbey House - full transcript

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Tonight on Murder, She Wrote.

There's nothing to be scared of.

(SCREAMING)

Puncture marks on their necks.

Well, I've found enough
ways to murder someone.

MR. HOLT: You ask him who
he is, where he comes from.

I'm not so sure
about that, Sheriff.

My sister did not
just disappear.

Something happened to her.

Looks to me like a wooden stake.

Vampire?



You must be joking.

I know who you are.

CARLA: (SIGHS) I am
not so sure about this.

BILLY: Come on, please.
Don't back out on me now.

But why here?

(CHUCKLES) Well, why not?

Hey, at least we
have some privacy.

(OWL HOOTING)

What was that?

It was just an old hoot owl.

Hey, come on!

God.

I feel like we're in the middle
of one of those horror movies.

A horror movie? Yes.



(BOTH LAUGHING)

Look at me. Look at me. Come on.

Would I ever let
anything happen to you?

(STONE SCRAPING)

What was that? I mean,
it came from over there.

Billy, Billy, let's go. I mean,
this was a really lousy idea.

Listen, I told you, there's
nothing to be scared of.

There's nobody out here
except you and me and the moon.

(GROWLING)

(COUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

Well, come on!
Let's go, let's go!

I'm out of tape. Wouldn't
you know? Murphy's Law.

Wait a minute, I think
I've got something.

I know I have more,
but I have no idea where.

Is anything wrong, Charlie?

This is...

This is from Laurel. She
used to do things like that.

She put little notes
here and there,

so that I'd think about her.

(CHUCKLES)

She must have put this
one in there just before she...

I'm so sorry.

You know, if things had
worked out as we planned,

we'd have been
married a year by now.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Mr. Baker? Yes.
Yes, he's right here.

It's for you. Thank you.

Mr. Baker, I really...

Yeah. No, no, I told you,
your specs were wrong.

Yeah. Okay. Okay, okay.

Yes!

Jessica, I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to go over there again.

Oh, now just a
minute, Charles...

I'm sorry, but I've got to.

I'll be back first thing
tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning? But what
about the electricity in here?

Well, it's a bad
circuit breaker.

The supply store won't have
one for me until tomorrow.

You know, I wish I had
never bid on this Baker job.

The man is one colossal pain.

Look, Charles, this
is really unacceptable.

Listen, Jessica,

I told Baker that your
job had to come first.

He's just antsy, that's all.

Believe me, I hate
spreading myself this thin.

But I promise you, I will be
here in the morning. Early.

Doc. Charlie.

Well, you look like a lady
whose house is not getting fixed,

as promptly as she would prefer.

Well, that is the
understatement of the week.

Lights out again. Electricity?

They discovered that the wiring is
obsolete, along with the plumbing.

It's just been one
thing after another.

It's a lot like life, isn't it?

So, what happened to
the rest of the peach pie?

I gave it to Sheriff Metzger. It
would have spoiled, anyway.

I've got some coffee in a
thermos in the dining room.

Well, you could have
given the pie to me.

After all, Mort didn't
have to spend his morning

playing fright therapist
to a hysterical teenager.

Fright?

Well, yes. Thank
you. Carla Thompson.

Scared out of her wits
at the cemetery last night.

(CHUCKLES) What
was she doing there?

Didn't say.

Up to no good, I expect.

Kept rambling on about
somebody rising from the dead.

(DOGS BARKING)

Oh.

Mr. Jatich. Hello. I think
Mr. Baker's expecting me.

Yes, of course.
May I take your coat?

(DOOR CREAKING)

Molly. Good evening.
Please, come in and sit down.

Thank you, Mr. Baker.

So what do you have
for me this evening?

Well, my father and I
thought you might like this.

Oh...

Excuse me. Am I
interrupting your dinner?

Oh, no, this is our dinner.

To make up for our time
being cut so short last evening.

Thanks, but I have to...

Just call whomever it is, and tell
them you've been unavoidably detained.

Peter, would you serve
the first course, please?

Oh, course?
Mr. Baker, I can't...

Please. It's Larry.

LAWRENCE: This is
a very interesting motif.

MOLLY: I thought it was kind
of... Where have I seen that before?

Yes. I know, it's the
Duomo at Lucca, isn't it?

Daddy, aren't you
working awfully late?

Aren't you?

Actually, yes, I was.

(SIGHS)

Dave called.

I know. I spoke to him.

He was pretty bent out of shape.

Said it's the third time you've
broken dates with him this month.

I'm surprised he noticed.

Molly, give him a break.

I have. For 18 months now.

He'll get over it.

I'm kind of tired.

Mr. Baker make up his mind, yet?

He's tending towards a couple of
the florals from the Devlin Collection.

(SCOFFS)

It's a good thing I don't
have to pay you by the hour.

JESSICA: So, I'm afraid
with all of the distractions...

Well, I think I will
be able to fax you

the fourth chapter
tomorrow night.

But don't hold me to it.

Right. Well, you're
a dear. Goodbye.

(CHUCKLES)

Look, I have some other
samples back at the office.

I can run back
there and get them,

or like I said, we
can do this later.

Well, perhaps tomorrow
would be better. Okay?

Great.

I have to get these books over
to one of our other customers.

Do you know Mr. Baker?

He bought that old Victorian
house over on Oak Street.

Oh, you mean the Borbey
House? No, I haven't met him.

He is so demanding. But he
really knows what he wants.

And he seems to be getting it.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Oh, dear. I'd just about
given up hope for the plumber.

Uh-oh.

"Fletcher, J.B."?

The bathtub?

Line 13.

The plumber was supposed
to come this morning,

remove the old one,
so this could go right in.

Sorry about that.

(SIGHS)

I was given to understand

that there was a limit
to the number of books...

Hello, Jean... that you
could take out of this place

at any one time.

Well, Jean was kind enough
to take pity on a stranded writer.

So, what's it gonna
be today, Jessica?

More books on poison,
or man-eating fish?

Or, what was it, electrocution?

JESSICA: Lethal snakes.

(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST)

(LAUGHING) No, no, I found
enough ways to murder someone

to last me for my
next eight books.

Mrs. Fletcher? Yes.

Forgive me, but I
must compliment you

on your most recent
book, Crypt of Death.

You certainly know
your sepulchers.

Well, thank you. I spend
a lot of time in libraries.

JEAN: It was
Dr. Sorenson's book,

Burial Practices from
the Dark Ages until Today,

that you wanted me to get
for you from the Boston Library.

I heard that you were in
Cabot Cove, Dr. Sorenson.

Research?

What I hope will be my
almost magnum opus,

Middle European Supernatural
Phenomenon in New England.

Dr. Sorenson's devoting a
whole chapter to the Borbey family.

You mean, on them being,
what do you call them, vampires?

(LAUGHING) Don't tell
me you believe that old yarn.

Oh, Dr. Hazlitt, is it?

Well, despite what the
medical establishment

would have us believe, Doctor,

there are a great
many things in this world

which defy rational
explanations.

And there always
seems to be someone

ready to peddle
the irrational ones.

And enough fools around to
buy them. Coming, Jessica?

Seth... The town records
are woefully incomplete.

Now, I'm afraid the graveyard
appears to be my best bet.

Dr. Sorenson is studying
all the tombstones.

Just a minute. Are you the
one that's been going around

scaring the daylights out of
some of our local teenagers?

Excuse us, Dr. Sorenson.
We have some errands to run.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(MUTTERING)

Jessica, I may not
be a certified shrink,

but I can tell you without
fear of contradiction,

that man is committable.

Let's go get your car,
before you boil over.

What am I supposed
to do, huh? Give up?

It's been 18 months. Maybe
she doesn't want to be found.

That's encouraging.

Look, I told you this
was going to delay things.

Us, I mean, that it was
going to cost money.

Every spare penny that Charlie
and I could lay our hands on.

Dave, I don't blame you
for wondering or trying.

But this isn't about money,

it's about moving
on with our lives.

I loved Laurel, too.

She was like a sister to
me, for goodness sake.

Molly, I don't want to lose you,

but my sister did
not just disappear.

Something happened to her,
and I'm going to find out what.

Molly!

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher. Dave.

Doc, if you want to head on over
to the garage, your car's all done.

I just had to flush
the cooling system.

Hey, Doc. Mrs. F. Your
kitchen finished yet?

Oh, I'm afraid not, Sheriff.

Well, anything else that you're
afraid might spoil, I'm your guy.

That peach pie was sensational.

You don't have
to rub it in, Sheriff.

Charlie kind of
short-changing your job, too?

Well, Mr. Baker seems to
be keeping him very busy.

I'm beginning to
get rather annoyed.

Beginning? You should have
heard her go on about it last night.

I guess money still talks.

Exactly. You ask me,

Mr. Lawrence Baker has
been calling most of the shots

around here since
the day he moved in.

Do I detect a few
sour grapes there

because you don't happen to have
any real estate he's interested in buying?

If I did, I wouldn't
sell it to him.

(LAUGHS)

So, Sheriff, any news?

Take a tip, Dave.

Listen, this PI you hired
ought to get his eyes examined.

That woman he spotted
in the motel in Kennebunk?

She was 50 if she
was a day, and short.

(SIGHS) Really? Well, thanks
for checking it out, Sheriff.

Listen, Dave, we got to talk.

That's the seventh
time this month,

and it's kind of eating
into our resources.

I understand.

DAVE: I brought
Mr. Baker's car back.

There's a bill that
needs to be paid.

PETER: You can
just give the bill to me,

and we'll take
care of it tomorrow.

That's not good enough. I
ran up a parts and labor tab.

It has to be taken
care of immediately.

I'm sorry, but
Mr. Baker is busy.

He's not available right now.

Well, you can go get him,
because I want to be paid, now.

I told you, he's not avail...

Peter. It's all right.

This wheel alignment,
was it absolutely necessary?

It was pulling to the right.

That's correct.

You're Molly Holt's
friend, aren't you?

Friend?

She told me about
your missing sister.

Did she also tell you we
plan on getting married?

No, she didn't.

Well, you might want to
keep that in mind, okay?

Well, you might want
to mention that to her.

Peter, pay the man.

(GROANS)

Mr. Perrin, leave my house
before you have an accident.

If you hurt Molly, I
swear... Dave! Please.

(CHATTERING)

You won't even kiss me now.

I don't want to. Come on.

No! Okay, you have
to kiss me right now.

Will you? Maybe.

(LAUGHING) No. No.

(SCREAMING)

Look, it's right there.
That's where it was.

You don't have to look, Carla.

After what happened in
the cemetery the other night,

I'm not surprised you didn't
call the Sheriff till this morning.

You shouldn't
even be here, child.

Sorry about that, Doc.
She's a material witness.

Well, Sheriff, I'd say you didn't
need the services of a medical doctor.

What you need is
a window dresser.

Department store mannequin.

DAVE: You're kidding.

CHARLES: Thank God.

Well, at least you can't
blame me for this one, Sheriff.

I can't blame them, either.

In the moonlight, that thing would
scare the heck out of anybody.

Listen, Dave, all I meant was,

try to screen out the
false alarms a little better.

We'll take care of it, Sheriff.

If you had a guess,
Sheriff, what would you say

the chances are of
finding Laurel Perrin alive?

Between you and
me? Slim to none.

I made myself very clear
when you bid the job.

And I am telling you
for the umpteenth time,

these drawings are wrong.
It wasn't built that way.

It couldn't have been,
because this is a bearing wall.

It was here when I remodeled
the place the last time,

and it had to have been here
from the get-go back in 1847,

because otherwise, the
whole thing would've sagged

and collapsed a long time ago.

You want to explain
something to me?

Why isn't it on the
original drawings?

If I had to guess,
the builders realized

the need for it when they
were putting the place up,

and they just never bothered
to change the original drawings.

And you're telling me
it can't be taken out?

Of course I'm not.

You know, some hefty footings,
steel I-beams, reinforcements.

I got to tell you, with these
two rooms opened up like that,

it'd be gorgeous.

We're talking about
a lot of money, here.

Ah!

How much?

Let's see.

Engineering, geology,
steel fabrication. Minimum?

Double my original bid.

You know, I don't like being
sandbagged, Mr. Weatherly.

Yeah? Well, I don't
like being accused of it.

Let me tell you
something, Mr. Baker,

why don't you just get
somebody else for this,

because I don't
need this kind of grief.

Mr. Weatherly, do it.

Now he's got me doing major
demo, ripping out walls, and...

The man is nuts.

Jessica, I feel
really bad about this.

Well, you're not half as
sorry as I am, Charles.

I don't think you have any
idea how much I resent this.

That contractor I told you about
over in Bridgton, Danny Corcoran,

he said he can start
work this afternoon.

He's very good, very
fast, got great references.

Listen, I don't expect
you to understand,

but with business
being the way it is,

and all the people
I owe money to,

and having to finish
the Sheriff's office, too,

well, I was between a rock
and a hard place. I'm sorry.

Could be I'm putting
a rosy glow on things,

but I seem to remember when
people had enough principles

to choose the hard place.

(CHATTERING)

Yeah. Yeah, Jonesport
Hospital. I got you. Thanks.

It's going to be very nice
when it's finished, Sheriff.

Yeah. When? What can I
do for you, Mrs. Higgins?

There was someone
snooping around

the church cemetery last night.

Yeah, it was probably
that Sorenson fellow.

He's been keeping
some strange hours, but...

Look, outside of
scaring a couple of kids

who didn't belong
there in the first place...

Now, look, Mrs.
Higgins, I got to...

HIGGINS: Wait a minute, Sheriff.
I've heard about Dr. Sorenson,

but does he have a
permit to dig up graves?

You saw him digging?

Well, I couldn't
make out who it was,

but I could hear it.

Excuse me. Andy...

Look, Mrs.
Higgins, I got to run,

but Deputy Broom is here
to take your statement...

But... And I promise you,

we'll get into it just
as soon as we can.

That's a promise.

She's comatose? Automobile
accident. Jane Doe.

But they said she fits
Laurel's description.

How bad is she?

Well, I was just coming to that.

You better prepare
yourself for a shock.

Hospital said she's got burns,
head injuries. She's critical.

Oh, God.

Hey, Dave! Hope
everything turns out okay.

Thanks, Mort.

We've got that in
stock. Oh, wonderful.

I think my luck is changing.

Now, you said you thought it
would take two rolls for the bathroom?

I believe so. Yes.

Good. Then I'll
take them with me.

Mr. Corcoran is coming
at 7:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Oh, I'll get them.

(SIGHS)

Mr. Holt, I want...
Mrs. Fletcher, isn't it?

Yes. I recognize you from the
photographs on your book jackets.

Lawrence Baker.

I understand we're
sharing a contractor.

Until today. Yes.

I'm very sorry to intrude.

Mr. Holt, I wanted to speak
to you before you closed

about the property
that you have for sale,

on the road just south of town.

It's not for sale.
And we are closed.

(CHUCKLES) Not
according to your sign.

And my understanding is
that the property is for sale.

Larry.

Molly, good evening.

I'm attempting to discuss
some business with your father.

We've got nothing to say
to each other, Mr. Baker.

I think we do.

It's obviously not about
real estate, though, is it?

She's engaged to be married.

Daddy.

You keep quiet. And you...

You're old enough
to be her father.

Well, judging
from your behavior,

I'm not sure you are.

Leave her alone. And get out.

Evening, Molly.

Evening, Mrs. Fletcher.

Daddy, I can't believe
what you just did.

How can you be so rude?

You want to know how?
You ask him who he is,

where he comes from.

What are you talking about?

I got Bill Truslow down at the
bank to run a credit check on him.

There was no record. Nothing.

Nobody ever heard
of Lawrence Baker.

JESSICA: That's interesting.

According to Eve Simpson, he
paid cash for the Borbey House.

(THUNDER CRACKING)

(GASPS)

What are you doing in my house?

I know who you are!

What? You must be joking.

Don't come any closer!

It's going to be
lovely, Sheriff.

Yeah. I'm really wondering how
we ever got by with so little space.

Ask me, it's just
another example

of the big bang
theory of government.

It keeps on expanding,
like the universe.

(PHONE RINGING)

Excuse me.

Well, Jess... Sheriff's
Department, Metzger.

If you can tear yourself away

from this Taj Mahal
of traffic tickets,

perhaps I can take you home.

Hold on, Doc. Yeah?

Yeah, we'll be right there.
There's been a murder.

Over at the Borbey House.

(GUN COCKING)

What is that thing?

Looks to me like a wooden stake.

Driven through his heart.

I may be off base, but a
wooden stake through the heart,

isn't that the way
they kill vampires?

For heaven's...
Sheriff, don't look now,

but your bubble's
a little off plumb.

Doc, I meant, in the movies. I
didn't say that I believe in that stuff.

On the other hand, it sure
looks like somebody does.

As a matter of fact...
What is it, Sheriff?

I checked out the cemetery
this afternoon. The Borbey grave?

Not only was somebody
tampering with it,

but I found this.
A bulb of garlic.

So?

Doc, didn't you see
any of those movies?

I had better things
to do with my youth.

All right, well, then
forget the movies.

My grandmother used to tell
me that back in the old country,

people used to
put garlic on graves

to keep the
vampires from rising.

Ah-ha! It runs in the family.

Now, just a second.

My grandmother happened
to have been a nice lady.

Sheriff, garlic is
excellent for roses.

It improves the fragrance,

and it also helps to
control the aphids.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I didn't see any roses
growing out of that old grave.

In any case, it may
interest you to know

that your vampire
was hit on the head

prior to his assailant driving
that stake through his heart.

Doc, there's nothing in
the rules that says a vamp...

Those people can't
be knocked out.

Rules? Oh, heaven help us.

METZGER: Why do I even bother?

Mr. Jatich, did anybody see you

pulling the car in the garage after
you dropped Mr. Baker off at the door?

Not that I know of.

You don't really seem
too torn up about this.

I wasn't especially
fond of Mr. Baker.

Any idea how the
murderer got in?

The side door was open
when I came in from the garage

and found Mr. Baker.

It's been jimmied
from the outside.

SETH: Jessica? Sheriff?

What is it, Mrs. F?

SETH: I turn my
back for one second...

I'm not sure.

SETH: just go off and desert a
person without saying a word.

Maybe we could
just leave him there?

SETH: Jessica?

Yeah, that's right, Sheriff. I
didn't get back from Jonesport

until around, I don't
know, 3:00 a.m.

Yeah. No, I'm not offended.

Check with the hospital. I think
the ICU nurse's name was Burkhart.

No, it was Bernhart.
Yeah. Thanks.

Hi.

I just wanted to say I'm
sorry about that woman

not turning out to be Laurel.

It's probably just as well.

The hospital says she's
going to be in there a long time,

and even so...

My sympathies about what
happened with Lawrence Baker.

Dave... Listen, I
got a ton of work.

Right. Have a good day.

You, too.

METZGER: Dr. Sorenson,
did you go to the Borbey House

to see Lawrence Baker
on the night of his murder?

I was alone in my room, at
Hill House all evening, Sheriff.

Besides, I never met the man.

Excuse me, Sheriff.
Dr. Sorenson.

I just came from the library,

and according to
all of these books,

legend has it that
vampires can only be killed

with a stake that is
made of ash wood.

That is absolutely correct,
Mrs. Fletcher. Why?

Because the stake in
Lawrence Baker's heart was fir.

What do you figure, Mrs.
F, that the killer didn't know

real vampire drill?

Or wanted us to
believe that they didn't.

Excuse me. Excuse me. Jessica,
can I speak with you for a moment?

Yes, of course. Excuse me.

METZGER: So, Dr. Sorenson...

Look, I know I really
blew it with you,

and I just hope you'll
accept my apologies.

I do.

But I can't honestly say that
it will change the way I feel.

Well, I promise,
one of these days,

I'm gonna make it up to you.

METZGER: Mrs. F, you
may want to hear this.

Go on, Dr. Sorenson.

Well, the night before
last, I was in the cemetery.

I decided to open
the Borbey graves.

The one I opened
was William Borbey's.

The coffin was empty.

I wonder, Sheriff, are you aware

what the name Borbey
translates to in English?

Yes, I checked that
out at the library.

It's Hungarian for baker.

As in Lawrence Baker?

According to my research, Borbey House
was vacated shortly after William's death.

Or perhaps I should
say apparent death.

After that, the
unusual events ceased.

Wait a minute. What
unusual events?

Well, there were several
unexplained deaths.

Like how?

Well, bodies with little
or no blood left in them.

And puncture
marks on their necks.

You're really convinced that
Lawrence Baker was a vampire?

Oh, no, no, no. Is.

Do either of you know
anyone in Cabot Cove

who ever saw him outside
Borbey House in the daylight?

Sheriff, when you were
going through the house,

did you find any mirrors?

One.

In Peter Jatich's shaving kit.

Now, you put that
together with the fact that

before he showed up
here two months ago,

he apparently didn't
even exist, and...

Okay, Dr. Sorenson, there's
still a body over in the morgue

with a hole in his
heart. And killing people,

even one of them,
is still murder.

So I think you better plan on
sticking around town for a while.

Well, if you insist, Sheriff.

But may I remind you
that if Lawrence Baker is,

as I believe him to be
one of them, he is not dead.

And therefore is a
continuing threat to society.

Okay, Mrs. F, you've been
awfully quiet about this whole thing.

So, what do you think?

Was he or wasn't he?

I don't know, Sheriff.

I mean, my instinct tells
me that there's a logical,

rational explanation
for all this, but...

Yeah? But?

Jessica. Excuse me. Sheriff.

Pardon.

Dave. More posters?

I'm trying a new angle.

I figured since she was in her
boat the day she disappeared...

That's a shot of the
boat the day we found it

on Sacco Island. I'm just
hoping to jog someone's memory.

I mean, even if they caught
a glimpse of anything strange.

Oh, my. Dave, was your
sister right or left-handed?

She was right-handed. Why?

I'm not sure.

Sheriff, what time is it?

Couple of minutes of 5:00. Why?

Will you call the Department of Building
and Safety and ask them to wait for us?

I am really, really
sorry, Mrs. Fletcher.

They put our files in
here while they paint.

How about this one?
We looked in that one.

We've looked in that one, we've
looked in all of them, Sheriff.

God, I hate this! I had
everything so organized.

And now... I knew, I knew
this would happen if we moved.

I'm gonna go check
my office one more time.

Maybe there never was one.

Perhaps it was never lost.

What are you saying, Mrs. F? That
somebody stole a building permit?

Now, you got to admit that's
a pretty dumb thing to steal.

Excuse me, Sheriff. This
just came in from Washington.

That Jatich fellow that
works for Mr. Baker.

His fingerprints match a guy
they've been looking for, for two years.

Entered the country illegally.

He's wanted by the
German government.

And they say he was a
big deal with the Stasi.

The East German secret police.

Your government
is mistaken, Sheriff.

Oh, I don't think so, pal.

The way I figure it,
Baker knew your secret,

and he threatened to turn
you in, so you killed him.

Means, motive, and you
certainly had the opportunity,

alone with him in this old dump.

I was not alone with him.

What do you mean?

When I returned from
placing the car at the garage,

I heard voices from
back in the kitchen.

Voices?

You mean, from a ventilator?

Yes. Well, who did you hear?

Mr. Baker and Dr. Sorenson.
They were arguing.

You heard Sorenson kill him?

I'm not sure what I
heard. Noises, thumpings.

The hammer driving the stake.

Then footsteps, a door
slammed, and silence.

And I came through
into the library,

and found Mr. Baker.
That's when I called you.

Well, why didn't you tell me
about hearing these voices before?

As I told you before,

I was not especially...
Fond of Baker.

Well, at least that narrows it.

Because either Sorenson
lied to us or you're lying.

But, in any case, between the
two of you, we've got our killer.

I'm not so sure
about that, Sheriff.

Why did I even
entertain the thought?

And these papers tell
you who did it, right?

I'm fairly certain they do, yes.

And now you're
gonna tell me, right?

It's almost 2 feet.

Dad, that trestle table you
have out in back would be perfect.

I don't care what it is, as
long as it's bigger than this.

Yeah, just so I don't have
to listen to him complain.

Hi, Mrs. F. Sheriff. Phillips.

Molly, here are your books back.

The stripe that I've
marked will be just fine.

Wonderful. We can have
that out to you this afternoon.

JESSICA: Good.

New contractor working out?

Couldn't be better. And I
got him in the nick of time,

or Lawrence Baker would be
doing it to me again from the grave.

I don't get you.

Well, the contractor,
Mr. Corcoran,

has been hired by the
late Mr. Baker's attorneys.

They want him to go forward with the
restoration of Borbey House immediately.

Meaning tomorrow.

After he's finished my job.

Makes sense. It'll bring more
money than a fixer-upper.

I think so.

(OWL HOOTING)

(BANGING)

Who is that?

JESSICA: It's me, Charles.

Jessica? What
are you doing here?

Like you, Charles.
Unfinished business.

What? Oh, this? I just stopped
by to pick up some tools,

and I thought I'd
satisfy my curiosity.

About when that wall was put in?

Yeah. How'd you know?

Mr. Jatich told me
he overheard you

telling Mr. Baker that
it was a bearing wall.

That it couldn't be removed without
dangerously weakening the structure.

(CLICKING TONGUE)
That's... Yeah, that's true.

You know, I was right,

this lumber dates clear back to
when this house was first built.

I don't believe
it does, Charles.

I believe that, that wall
was built 18 months ago,

when you were remodeling the
place for the previous owners.

When Laurel Perrin vanished.

Jessica, you... That's crazy.

(STAMMERING) What
are you talking about?

What remodeling?

I never worked in this place
until Mr. Baker hired me.

You can check the files.
There'd be permits on file.

Well, there would be, if
you hadn't stolen them.

Now, wait a minute.
That is just not true.

Charles, the real
reason that you're here is

to hide the fact that 18
months ago you killed Laurel.

I loved Laurel. I could
never have killed her.

It's also the reason
you made sure

you submitted the winning bid,

when you heard
that Lawrence Baker

wanted to restore
this old place.

Jessica, no.

You had to make certain that
this wall would remain in place,

so that no one
would ever discover

that you'd sealed
Laurel's body inside it.

And that's why you
killed Lawrence Baker,

because he insisted
that you remove the wall.

You can't prove any of this.

The bids that
Mr. Baker solicited,

your price was so low that
you'd have lost money on the job,

and that's how
desperate you were.

And the rest of these
are copies of your invoices

for building supplies
dated 18 months ago.

I'm sure the previous owners
of Borbey House will confirm

that you were their contractor.

That's assuming
you live to ask them.

Put it down, Charlie!
Nice and easy.

(SIGHS)

So you returned to
Borbey House that night

to wait for
Mr. Baker to kill him,

and discovered that
Dr. Sorenson was there.

You watched him, and
when Baker returned,

you kept on watching.

CHARLES: That's where I
decided to try to make it look like a...

Like I was killing a vampire.

What are you doing in my house?

I know who you are.

You must be joking.

CHARLES: When
Sorenson ran out of there,

I figured he was such
a nut on the subject

that it might
look like he did it.

And 18 months ago,
when Laurel Perrin

supposedly disappeared
while out on her boat?

She never left Cabot Cove.

I didn't mean to
hurt her, but I...

There's nothing left to
say, Charlie. It's over.

CHARLES: She came
over to Borbey House...

We're in love with each other...

while I was in the middle
of building that wall,

and she told me that she wanted
to break off our engagement,

and that she wasn't in love
with me anymore, and I...

Don't you ever walk
away from me like that!

I just... I lost it.

It's over when I say it's over.

And when I realized
that she was dead,

the only thing I
could think about

was how I could hide her.

I figured that I could find a
way to try to bury her later.

And then when the
house was put up for sale,

I tried to buy it, but Baker
bought it right out from under me.

He paid lots more
than I offered.

Cash. So that's why you had to

get that contracting job.

Laurel's boat.

It didn't beach itself
on Sacco Island, did it?

No.

No. I put my bicycle on board,

and took it up the
coast that night,

and that's how I got
home after ditching it.

The wall?

How... How did you...

Laurel's boat told me.

I noticed the halyard
cleated to the mast.

An experienced
sailor like Laurel

would never have coiled it
counterclockwise, as you did.

And then the name of
the boat. The word "hollow"

j just seemed to
spark my memory.

The wall in the library,

I recalled that it
was unusually thick,

and I followed a hunch.

Andy.

Mrs. F, remind me never
to play poker with you.

(CHATTERING)

Hey, Mrs. F!

Thought you already
left for New York.

I wouldn't miss
this for anything.

Well, you might
like to know that

Peter Jatich turned
out to be okay.

Apparently he was one of the
good guys back in East Germany,

so Washington has granted
him political asylum in the US.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

And that Sorenson fellow?

Well, he was
eccentric but harmless.

On his way back to Europe.

To continue peddling...

Thank you. That
nonsense, I expect.

Yeah.

Jessica! Jessica, we wanted
you to be the first to know.

We've set a date.

Oh, that's wonderful.

But only if you can be there.

Oh, just tell me when.

(GIGGLING)

Come on, hon,
I'll fix you a plate.

Oh, and, Jessica, thanks.

Congratulations.

Excuse me, Sheriff. I
found the book you wanted.

Yeah, thanks.

Wait! I don't believe it.

METZGER: Doc, that happens
to be a very important work.

Oh, right. Very important for
Dr. Sorenson's pocketbook.

Okay, well, then answer
me this. How do you explain

that Lawrence Baker didn't
have any mirrors in his home,

and never went
out into the daylight?

That's easy. The
coroner's report indicates

that he was a perfectly
normal man for his age,

except he had photophobia.

Now, that is a genetic condition

that means the eyes are
extremely sensitive to light.

Sufferers tend to
like the evening,

and avoid the
glare from mirrors.

METZGER: Now, you
said, "Normal for his age."

Doc, those people don't get old.

And what about the Borbey
grave and the missing body?

Now, granted, pranksters
might have stolen it, but...

Sheriff, I found this book in
the basement of the library.

I don't know if it means
anything to you, but...

METZGER: Doc, that's...

SETH: Don't say it, Sheriff.

Don't even think it.