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S05E22 – Mirror Mirror On the Wall (Part Two)

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You guys! Remember that time Eudora ‘Chuckles’ McVeigh went all cray cray and blamed Our Heroine for her crap writing and her failed marriage and went up to Cabot Cove and drugged JB and gave her apples and stole her manuscript and then decided to solve the case of the dead PI while her husband had an affair with her agent and then Seth ate an apple and collapsed? Well now it’s time for some closure, and who doesn’t love a bit of closure.

While an anxious JB keeps vigil at Cabot Cove Hospital, Eudora lapping up the press attention after announcing she was going to help the Sheriff solve the case of the dead PI. She finds Lewis Bracken, her publisher, among the media scrum and he escorts her to a waiting taxi. Eudora is delighted with the attention that she’s generating for her new book.

Eudora's got a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock, if you know what I mean.

Eudora’s got a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock, if you know what I mean.

When Lewis reminds her that he’s still not going to publish her book, Eudora orders the taxi driver to pull over, and she storms out, saying that Lewis only came up to see Jessica. He denies it, and tells her that it’s only business anyway. That’s when Eudora drops the bombshell – she’s got a new book ready, it’s the best work she’s ever done.

Oh really.

Lewis asks her what it’s about but she’d rather not say just yet. Lewis is surprised by this, as Liza hadn’t said anything to him. Eudora tells him she hadn’t confided in anyone, but as soon as she checks into Hill House she will call Liza in New York and they can get to working on contract details. Lewis is confused – there’s no point calling Liza in the city, she’s at Hill House too – she was the one who called him about Eudora’s antics and so he flew up. Eudora is rather surprised by this news, but won’t elaborate.

Speaking of Hill House, Hank has just found his son Bobby who’d just come back from an adventure with a barmaid (ew), and tells him they’re leaving first thing in the morning. Bobby asks him if he’d sorted it out with Eudora and Hank says there’s nothing to sort – the marriage is over. Bobby doesn’t like the sound of that – what’s are they going to do, Eudora has all the money, but Hank says he survived for 20 years on his own before he met Eudora and there’s no “we”: Eudora doesn’t owe Hank anything and she sure as hell doesn’t owe Bobby anything. Cheer up Bobby, he says, you might actually like working.

While Eudora unpacks her things (side note, I’ve never unpacked my clothes in a hotel room in my life, is that weird?). she tells Liza there was no need for her to follow her to Cabot Cove – she doesn’t need a minder or a babysitter. Liza reminds her that the last time she saw Eudora she was making all kinds of crazy threats against JB.

Eudora is scandalized. She can’t believe Liza would think that. Liza says she was wrong, but asks Eudora to put herself in Liza’s place.

“Well that seems only fair, since for the last few months you’ve been putting yourself in mine.” Says Eudora.

Oh snap.

Oh snap.

Liza is flustered, but Eudora has more pressing concerns. She tells Liza if she wasn’t the best literary agent in New York Eudora would have clawed her eyes out weeks ago, and now she’s decided who she needs more – a literary agent or a husband.

Mmmmkay.

Back at the hospital JB gets a visit from Seth’s doctor – he’s going to be just fine. Yay! Jess asks him what it was, and the doctor tells her Seth was poisoned – they are soon interrupted by a nurse who comes in to tell them that Seth is asking for JB. JB walks in with tears in her eyes, and Seth tells her it’s nothing, just a touch of indigestion and blames his new diet. (People pass out from indigestion? Really Seth?). He’s horrified when JB informs him it was poison, but he guesses straight away what the culprit was – the apples on JB’s kitchen counter. JB and Mort retrieve the deadly apple from JB’s kitchen floor along with the rest and send them off to be analysed.

Crisis now seemingly averted, JB goes to see Eudora to have a little chat about the case of the stolen manuscript, which it just so happens Eudora is recording to tape and destroying her copy. She refuses to let Jessica open her suitcase where she’d hidden away the manuscript but before JB can get serious, Sheriff Metzger knocks on the door. The results are back, the apples were all poisoned.

Escorted to the cells, Eudora tells Jessica that she didn’t poison the apples, and that’s the truth. Jessica asks her if it’s the whole truth and Eudora finally admits to stealing the manuscript, desperate after Lewis told her to come up with something new and fresh. But she swears she had never seen the PI before and she had no idea why he was following her.

Out in the office Liza is begging to see Eudora, or at least a copy of Eudora’s new book but Mort informs her that a) Eudora wants to see JB but she doesn’t want to see Liza and b) Eudora stole the book from JB. She departs through the media pack outside the sheriff’s office just as Jessica emerges from the cells. Mort has a headache that he thinks will go away just as soon as he gets Eudora booked for the murder, then he can send her (and the media pack) off to Portland. The case is all wrapped up.

“Wrapped up? You mean you think she’s guilty?”

“Does Superman wear blue tights?” Says Mort.

Spoiler alert: he does. Henry Cavill wears Superman tights rather well, I have to say.

Spoiler alert: he does. I saw Man of Steel, and Henry Cavill wears Superman tights rather well, I have to say.

The Sheriff has a pretty good theory, it must be said. The syringe and rat poison used on the apples was found in JB’s trash, the motive was clear – cover up the theft of the manuscript, which is also why she killed the PI since he followed her when she went to copy the manuscript.

JB concedes this but then points out it doesn’t explain why Eudora was being followed by a PI to begin with. Mort will tell her exactly why Eudora was being followed…just as soon as he speaks to the PI’s partner in New York.  In the mean time, he begs her not to tell anyone about the apples, as it’s the sort of media hysteria that he’s just not in the mood for.

Meanwhile, over at the Hill House restaurant Liza is filling Hank in on the most recent developments when they get a surprise visit from Liza’s husband Victor, who turns up to get the room key. After he departs, Liza assures Hank that Victor doesn’t suspect anything. “Suspects? Liza, he knows.” Says Hank.

I’m starting to feel a bit sorry for Hank to be honest.

The next morning, Seth is feeling much better.

Seth mad! SETH SMASH!

Seth mad! SETH SMASH!

JB arrives just in time to hear Seth issue his demands for scrambled eggs and hot buttered toast and is delighted to see he’s feeling better.

NAWWWWWW

NAWWWWWW

Jess tells Seth it makes her feel so much better to hear him complain so much. Yesterday he was frail, frightened, humble, and she was terrified but today Seth his is grouchy irascible self and Jess feels much better.

**Actual quote.

**Actual quote.

To business. Seth wants to know if the apples test positive and Jess confirms it but tells him that only she, Eudora, Seth and Mort know that. Seth is convinced of Eudora’s guilt but Jess just isn’t sure. She promises to keep Seth in the loop and departs, just as the nurse returns with some scrambled eggs. Apparently the cook found some powdered eggs on the top shelf of the cupboard.

WHAT THE HELL ARE POWDERED EGGS??

JB’s next stop is the Sheriff’s office, where Mort has just got off the phone. JB asks to see the coroner’s report and his own report as something just doesn’t seem right. For one thing, they don’t know if the PI was following Eudora, he could have been following Hank Shipton.

Mort is furious, JB has stolen his thunder. The phone call he had was to the PI’s partner who said that a) Capeletti always carried heaps of money on him, which had clearly been stolen after he was killed and b) he’d been following Hank. He’s about to go talk to the person who hired him, Victor Casper. Liza’s husband.

DUN DUN DUN.

They find Victor having lunch down on the waterfront and plonk themselves down at his table. After some initial resistance, Victor tells them he hired the detective to prove his theory that Liza was having an affair with Hank, but when she proved a slippery suspect he told Capeletti to tail Hank instead. He didn’t know Capeletti had followed Hank to Cabot Cove until he heard the description of the dead man on the news at which time he consulted his attorney and came up to the Cove to find out what was happening. He had no intention of divorcing his wife, he tells them. Not until she’d sufficiently begged first.

What a knob.

What a knob.

After that charming encounter, Mort and JB take stock. Victor was in Atlantic City, probably being a dick. Liza was in the city, working late. And Hank and Bobby were at the Hill House. JB has a brainwave – if Capeletti went where Hank went, then Capeletti almost certainly went to the Hill House, meaning that his murder must have taken place there or somewhere near. Mort tells her he’ll get on it. They stop, noticing a brawl. When Mort steps in they discover it’s Bobby Shipton getting his butt kicked after refusing to pay up after a pool game. Mort and JB take him to the hospital, where he tells JB that he feels sorry for Eudora but that she’s clearly crazy. His father told him the night before that Eudora had tried to kill JB. Hank arrives to check on his son, and apologizes to Jess for Eudora’s behaviour. He’d tried to go in and see Eudora but she refused to see him.

Mort gets a phone call from Deputy Floyd, who has good news. They’ve found the murder site. Mort arrives to check it out, finds Capeletti’s glasses and tells Floyd to get on the horn to the forensics team, he wants them all over the site like graffiti on the Battery Park local.

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Classic Floyd.

Classic Floyd.

Jess arrives at the Hill House and finds Hank and Liza walking back. They’d been at the murder site. Liza excuses herself and reminds Hank to take his insulin shot. Hank tells JB that they were determined to be together, even if it was not quite such a lavish lifestyle. JB figures Hank would get a decent settlement from Eudora but he tells her he signed a pre-nup: if he leaves Eudora he gets nothing, and might even owe Eudora money. He asks JB to tell Eudora he’s sorry for the way things turned out. He hadn’t seen her since she’d been arrested.

“Then you don’t know about the apples?” Jessica asks. She explains, but Hank is horrified. Jess thinks that she wasn’t the target, and it was more a case of someone wanting Eudora out of the way in prison. A sudden thought occurs to Jess. “Hank, where’s Bobby?”

A quick search of his room finds the gun holster belonging to Capeletti. Hank has an idea Bobby might have gone to get revenge on the dudes that beat him up, and when they arrive at the bar they find Bobby pointing Capeletti’s gun at anyone who moves.

Well that seems definitive.

Turns out Eudora wasn't the cray cray one they had to worry about.

Turns out Eudora wasn’t the cray cray one they had to worry about.

Yeah. Bobby was terrified at the thought of not having money and so went nuts. Well, more nuts probably.

Down at the Sheriff’s office Eudora is free to go, and Hank offers to drive her back to the inn. Jessica offers a handshake as she departs but Eudora just looks at her and leaves. Seth, newly released from hospital thinks she’s ungrateful, considering JB had just proved she wasn’t responsible. JB tells them it was a fluke – all she knew was that Bobby had poisoned the apples after he’d told her Hank had told him about the attempt on her life, which Hank couldn’t have known about because the only person who could have told him was Eudora. Or something. I got a bit distracted in this part.

Job done, Seth gives JB a lift home and tells her he’s going fishing the next morning if she’d care to join. Jess declines, saying she’s just worked out her new book and she needs to crack on. He tells her they will be leaving at 9ish if she changes her mind.

The next morning JB is fighting with her novel when she gets a knock on the door. It’s Eudora, with an apology. JB accepts, goes back to her book but has a change of heart. She hops on the Fletch-mobile and heads down to the docks, where Seth and Caleb are waiting. Seth tells her it was mechanical trouble, but Caleb tells her they waited, and the doc was mighty testy.

Jess unhooks the bowline, and off they sail. Shoutout to Zachary Brooks on Facebook who said this was originally intended to be the last episode of the series but they talked Angela around. It makes sense, this really felt like the end. But, there are still *gulp* seven more seasons of Murder She Wrote, which means seven more seasons of Murder, She Blogged.  Prepare yourselves.

And on that note,

Later Fletcherfans!

Later Fletcherfans!

 

S05E21 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall (Part One)

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Once upon a time, in a galaxy land far far away, there was an incredibly successful, award-winning mystery writer called Eudora McVeigh whom shall be known henceforth as Chuckles.

Classic Chuckles.

Classic Chuckles.

Poor Eudora isn’t having a good run just at the moment. Her husband is an idiot, her stepson is mooching off her and her publisher Lew Bracken has suggested she take a year off to er, recharge. Eudora refuses, and her agent Liza Caspar has an inkling why Lew is recommending some time off – word on the street is that Lew is about to sign JB Fletcher. Lew confesses that they are talking, but nothing is set in stone just yet. But JB’s last six books have been bestsellers and she’s about to get awarded Mystery Writer of the year, and Eudora…isn’t. Outraged, Eudora storms out, leaving Liza to demand answers. Lew tells her he doesn’t deal in subtlety – ever since Eudora married Hank Shipton her work has been mediocre. “Tell me something I don’t know.” Liza says.

Liza catches up to Eudora and tells her that there are plenty more publishers in the sea, but Eudora tells her Lew isn’t her problem. Her problem is she’s being “outflanked – out-written – by an English teacher from Maine.” Eudora’s writing career is in tatters, her marriage is hanging by a thread, and who does she have to thank for this? Dear, sweet, loveable Jessica Fletcher.

“You can’t blame her personally?” Says Liza.

“You’d be surprised what I can do, and will do, to get back on top.” Says Eudora and storms off into a taxi. At home later that night, Eudora picks a fight with her no-good husband Hank, and tells him his son Bobby has charged a VCR to her account – almost $400! (Ahahaha, the 80s). Hank takes off, leaving Eudora home alone with a JB Fletcher novel.

Meanwhile, in Cabot Cove, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and Our Heroine has just out-fished Seth Hazlitt. Surprisingly though,Seth isn’t that beat up about it, he’s just pleased that Jessica left her house. Jess tells him she’s been busy working on her book, and Seth tells her she’s always busy working on a book – in fact he wonders sometimes how she can tell them apart.

Shots fired.

Shots fired.

Back at Casa Fletcher JB demands to know what Seth meant by that remark, but he refuses to elaborate. He gets a temporary reprieve when the phone rings – Lew Bracken, saying he can be in Cabot Cove in 2 hours with contracts, but JB puts him off, saying she hasn’t made up her mind yet. Seth tries to make a hasty retreat but Jess isn’t letting him go until he explains himself.

Reluctantly he does. He reminds her about the hiking trip she backed out of to write an article, and the fishing trip to Rockford she turned down to have a meeting with her accountant. He thinks at their age they shouldn’t have to “rev the engine” as much as they used to.

“Are you saying I’m working too hard?” says Jess.

“I’m saying it seems that’s all you have time for.” Says Seth. “Have you even looked at your garden lately?” He knows that writing helped her get through the early days after Frank passed away, but Frank is a long time gone, and writing another bestseller isn’t going to bring Frank back, and if Frank were still here JB wouldn’t be spending half as much time chained to the typewriter, she’d be out smelling the salt air at sunrise.

SETH HAZLITT STOP MAKING JB CRY YOU BASTARD.

SETH HAZLITT STOP MAKING JB CRY YOU BASTARD.

And on that note, Seth departs. WHAT THE HELL SETH.

Later that afternoon, JB takes a subtle hint and gets out in the garden to attack the weeds when she receives a surprise visitor: Eudora McVeigh, and she hasn’t come empty handed.

So if Eudora is the Wicked Witch, and JB is Snow White, does this make Seth all seven dwarves?

So if Eudora is the Wicked Witch, and JB is Snow White, does this make Seth all seven dwarves?

Back in New York, Hank Shipton arrives home to find Eudora out and Bobby eating a sandwich. He passes and instead goes to take his insulin shot he forgot to have earlier. One can only assume this is important. That taken care of, Hank calls down to the front desk to find out where his wife is. The doorman has no idea, but knows that Eudora was asking for a map of Maine. Well that seems like a bit of a bloody giveaway doesn’t it?

Hank, concerned that Eudora is going to do something stupid, orders Bobby to bring the car around and they take off, closely followed by a man in glasses. SUSPICIOUS.

Meanwhile, Eudora and JB are finishing up dinner when Eudora decides she’d better get moving if she wants to find somewhere to stay for the night. She’s not going back to New York just yet, she tells JB, she wants to soak up some of this down east atmosphere, and since the Hill House is full she’s just going to have to find somewhere else.

Nonsense, says JB. You can stay here with me. Eudora is so grateful that she puts sleeping tablets in JB’s coffee, so that later she can break into Jess’s filing cabinet and read her new novel. Guys, I think Chuckles has a screw loose.

The next moring, JB wakes up feeling rough but finds Eudora in the kitchen cooking up breakfast. Jess goes to retrieve the morning paper and notices Eudora’s car has been moved. She asks Eudora about it but Eudora tells her she must be mistaken. They are interrupted by a ring at the doorbell – it’s Hank Shipton come to bring Eudora home. Chuckles orders him out. Before he leaves, he asks Jess if she’s okay – Eudora has been under a lot of pressure and has been acting a little crazy, but Jess tells him she’s fine, and Eudora’s fine. Hank tells her he and Bobby are staying at the Hill House, which surprises Jess. Apparently a practical joker rang and made phony bookings to book the place out, but when Hank and Bobby arrived there was plenty of room.

Jess and Eudora go on a walking tour of Cabot Cove. Eudora is unconvinced but Jess tells her the public library is good, the townspeople are friendly once they get to know you, and most of all the streets are safe.

Cue the arrival of Boy Scout Johnny, who has been sent by the scout leader to get the sheriff. They’ve found a dead body at the bottom of the cliffs. Jess and Eudora go to investigate – they have no idea who the dead person is, but we do. It’s the guy who followed Hank and Bobby out of New York.

DUN DUN DUN.

While the press have a field day taking photos of two famous mystery writers hanging out on a cliff, Sheriff Metzger and Seth deal with the newly retrieved body. Neither of them recognise him either, but Seth has worse news for Mort – the man was murdered somewhere else.

Mort drags JB away for a quiet word. He’s had enough. He’s been here a year, and this is his fifth murder – is Cabot Cove the death capital of Maine?

(Yes. Yes it is).

More to the point, they have no way of identifying the dead guy. On the contrary, says Eudora, popping up out of nowhere. Clearly the suit is an expensive one, and the watch is worth two grand, and that stain on his shirt is gun oil so he obviously carries his weapon in a shoulder holster.

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Heh heh heh

Heh heh heh

JB leaves Eudora to Marple Sheriff Metzger, and has a word with Seth. She’s thought about what he said and she does kind of agree with some…she supposes most of the things he said.

“You suppose right. Just because I’m an opinionated, self-righteous Yankee chauvinist doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Says Seth.

THESE TWO THOUGH.

THESE TWO THOUGH.

Jess invites him around for dinner that night. She’ll make pot roast and he’ll bring around rhubarb pie.

Down in New York, Eudora’s agent Liza is still trying to find her client. Her husband Victor wanders in to ask her where she’d been the previous night, and she says out. She asks him the same question and he tells her he got home to find the house empty so went out to seek alternative companionship.

“Terrific. Was it a cash transaction?” Asks Liza. BURN.

Liza gets a phone call to turn on the TV. Eudora’s on the news – well a picture of her. In Maine. Hanging out with JB Fletcher. Liza takes off, leaving Victor alone to hear the description of the deceased. Not for nothing, I think he might know a little something something.

In the Cove, Eudora is getting ready to leave JB’s for a stint in the newly unbooked-up Hill House, and is carefully deflecting any questions about her car’s movements, what she put in JB’s coffee or what she’s got in her briefcase. Mort arrives just as she’s loading the car up, asking her if she’s leaving town. She tells him she’s planning to stay for a few days to solve – that is help solve – the murder. Mort appreciates that, being as they’ve just identified the victim as being a private detective from New York, who’s car had been abandoned up on the bluff with a piece of paper with Eudora’s name, address and phone number in it.

JB cares not for this development.

How very dare you.

How very dare you.

Mort escorts her down to the sheriff’s office to answer some questions. Eudora tells him that she’s sure that his position required rigid qualifications, but clearly intelligence isn’t one of them.

I think JB's had enough of your shit Eudora.

I think JB’s had enough of your shit Eudora.

Mort couldn’t care less. He wants to know just how she knew so much about a dead body she claims to never have seen before, and how long the PI had been working for Eudora. She tells him he wasn’t working for her.

“You know Sheriff, Ms Mcveigh didn’t spot any clues that weren’t fairly obvious.” Says JB sweetly.

“Well thank you Jessica. How sweet of you to make that observation.” Says Eudora.

YOU CAN'T OUT-FLETCHER FLETCHER.

YOU CAN’T OUT-FLETCHER FLETCHER.

Eudora informs the sheriff she can’t possibly be a suspect in the murder, since she was staying with JB at the time, and leaves. JB confronts her about the car, the sleeping pill and the copied manuscript but Eudora just screeches off in her car. Mort comes out to watch her depart and tells JB his theory – the murder, the body being dumped and the car being dumped happened at seperate locations. JB is sure he’ll solve the case, but for now she has shopping to do.

Over at Hill House, Liza has just arrived to see Eudora. Instead she finds Hank, and promptly makes out with him. Huh. That old chestnut. They agree that Eudora is out of control and Hank tries to call JB’s house to arrange to meet with her away from Eudora.

At Casa Fletcher, Seth has just let himself in but he phone stops ringing just as he picks it up. He takes JB’s pie dish, leaves a note and spots the apples sitting on the counter. He takes one and starts chowing down.

A short time later JB arrives home from the supermarket, and sees Seth’s car out the front. She goes inside, and finds Seth lying unresponsive on the floor.

Wait, Seth Hazlitt is Snow White?

See you next week Fletcherfans!

See you next week Fletcherfans!

 

S05E20 – Three Strikes, You’re Out

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Down in Arizona this week Fletcherfans, where JB is in Scotsdale but has made plans to meet up with her baseball-playing nephew Johnny Eaton in Tucson. When she calls over to his hotel he’s already checked out, so Jessica decides to head back to Boston until she spots the front page of the local paper. Excited, she asks the concierge if he’d seen it – her nephew is in the front page!

“Your nephew is Mike Warlop?” The concierge says excitedly.

“No, my nephew is Johnny Eaton.” Jessica explains.

The concierge  cares not. “Mike Warlop is the best hitter the Comets have had in 20 years and they trade him for these two nobodys.”

You wanna start again pal?

You wanna start again pal?

Across town, Johnny has just arrived at his new club with Charlie Holcomb, the other player in this trade deal, and their manager Al Sidell (who is being played by Paul Sorvino who was Lord Capulet back when Leo DiC was Romeo, man that is a good movie). Johnny is in a bit of a tizz, as he’s lost the glove he did a something something pitch in (sorry baseball fans, everything I know about baseball comes from watching Moneyball that one time and I didn’t really understand it then either.) Al gives them a big pep talk and tells them to play ball.

Inside, Charlie and Johnny meet the rest of the team with varying levels of warmth, and the team manager Harry Dial who is considerably more frosty. The hooting and catcalling erupts when sports journalist Loretta Lee enters the changeroom to announce she’s the new network anchor. Ugh. Dial is quick to throw her out of the change room saying “around here ERA means Earned Run Average not Equal Rights Amendment.” UGH. I’d like to say at least times have changed, but let’s face it they haven’t changed that much.

Outside, JB arrives just in time for the warmup. Johnny comes over for a quick hello but is blasted bu Dial and he jogs on. Al Sidell arives to sit with Jess and introduces her to two of the player wives, Roz Briggs (wife of Pete) and Nancy Murray, wife of Kel. They came down for spring training to make sure none of the groupies got too attached. The pratice game begins, and Johnny’s up to pitch. The first ball results in WP being flashed on the scoreboad which Al helpfuly explains means Wild Pitch. Or Wide Pitch. I started applying cricket rules to make sense of it but I’m not sure it worked. The second ball gets hit for six  out of the stadium, which judging by everyone’s faces is a Very Bad Thing.

Later that night, while Charlie, Al and Jess commiserate with Johnny, Dial is having a  grand old time with Kel and Nancy Murray and Loretta is having a quiet word with Comets owner Irving Randolph. Randolph has taken exception to the story Loretta did suggesting that the Comets were the losers in the Mike Warlop trade. In the powder room, JB runs into Loretta who asks her about Charlie’s background in preparation for an interview she’s going to do in the morning, but JB has nothing for her. Out in the bar, former Comet Mike Warlop is throwing back the scotches and propositioning Loretta who tells him in no uncertain terms to back off. Randolph tells him to get lost, Dial throws a glass of water and then a brawl breaks out. Charlie Holcomb comes to Loretta’s rescue and escorts her away.

UGH THIS IS ALL TOO FACTUAL.

Back in Loretta’s hotel room, Charlie is putting the moves on but Loretta has other things on her mind – like why the media guide says Charlie is 23 when she thinks he’s 25 or 26, and whether or not he’d ever played for a manager named Flip Phillips.

WHY MUST YOU TURN THIS INTO A HOTEL ROOM OF LIES CHARLIE?

WHY MUST YOU TURN THIS INTO A HOTEL ROOM OF LIES CHARLIE?

Charlie demolishes his soda and legs it out of there. Well that’s not suspicious at all.

The next morning JB is woken by the sounds of knocking. Outside, team travel secretary Avery Burns is trying to wake Loretta so she won’t miss the bus. A passing maid helpfully unlocks the door for him (not weird), and they find Loretta lying dead on the floor. Scottsdale PD arrive in the form of Lieutenant Caceras who asks JB if she heard or saw anything the previous night – JB says no, but she does know that Loretta was alive at 9pm the night before, as that was when she left the restaurant with Charlie Holcomb.

“Holcomb – one of those two rookie nobodies in the trade?”

This reminds me of that time Richmond traded Brad Ottens to Geelong except I'm using a lot less swear words.

This reminds me of that time Richmond traded Brad Ottens to Geelong except I’m using a lot less swear words.

JB notices that Loretta’s fancy necklace is missing, and Caceras lets her in on his working theory – since her money and credit cards are also missing, he thinks that Loretta surprised a burglar and died in the struggle. JB can’t fault that logic, but notices a small piece of glass on the floor. Caceras thinks it’s nothing but bags it anyway. He also orders his minion to shut off the TV that had been going all night. JB wonders about that little fact but says nothing.

Down at the ground, Carceras is trying to get the players onside by telling them how he used to be just like them until a knee injury forced his retirement from playing ball and started his career as a cop, blah blah blah that trade was terrible. He asks to see Charlie privately and grills him about what happened with Loretta after they left the restaurant. He denies even going into Loretta’s hotel room, but when Caceras throws down his matchbook, found in the hotel room, he relents and says he was in her room trying on the moves but didn’t get anywhere. He tells Carceras that he thinks Loretta was Randolph’s “private reserve”. Caceras tells him he should have stayed a Titan.

Johnny calls JB with an update on the case, and begs her to stay to help his friend Charlie out. Jess agrees, and he tells her that with her at the game he’s sure to play well.

Cut to the scores.

I recognise those things as words.

I recognise those things as words.

Let me just translate this into Briony-speak.

Ahh that’s better (Source)

Jess is joined in the stands by Al Sidell, who heard about the death of Loretta on the radio. He asks JB what the story is but she tells him they don’t know much yet. He says you never know when your time is up, and tells her how he had a car accident on the way back to his hotel the previous night – he wasn’t hurt but his wallet will be.

Johnny takes the field to bat – his first ball ends up being a PB, or a passed ball as Al explains to Jess, while cleaning his glasses. The second ball he smacks straight to a fielder, breaking the bat into pieces in the process. He marches glumly off the field, and is met by a furious Pete Briggs, who was the owner of the bat. After the game Al and Jess try to console Johnny but he’s not having a bar of it – he loses his glove, he pitches a home run ball to Mike Warlop, he shook Loretta’s hand and now she’s dead, he something something-ed, oh his arm is sore! Al asks him if he’s seen the trainer but he says no. JB tells him to get over himself shake it off – he’s worked too hard to fall victim to superstitions and curses.

JB heads down to police headquarters and tells Caceras that her nephew is feeling guilty.

“Yeah?” Says Careras. “I can understand how lousy he must feel killing the Comet’s pennant chances this season.”

I'm not going to lie, if it was football I would have the same reaction.

I’m not going to lie, if it was football I would have the same reaction.

JB requests to put baseball aside for the moment, and asks Caceras if he’s made any progress. He tells her that they lifted 2 sets of prints from glasses found in the room – Loretta’s and a second set as yet unidentified. He also tells her that the missing necklace hasn’t turned up, and that none of the credit cards were used between the time of death and his men reporting them missing. JB has a theory – she thinks that because the pay-per-view channel was on the TV, Loretta was home and received a knock on the door from someone she knew, let them in and they killed her. Caceras decides to find out what time the pay-per-view channel was used in Loretta’s room. JB tells him she noticed him take a piece of paper out of the hotel room, and he tells her it was a phone number for a bail bondsman. They checked it out and he’d received a call from Loretta but had no idea what it was in regards to.

Down in the hotel lobby bar Caceras asks Dial if any players missed curfew the night of the murder but Dial says he was in bed at 11pm. Pete Briggs says the same thing, backed up by his wife. A minion delivers a piece of paper to Caceras who promptly excuses himself and goes over to JB, sitting with Johnny, Charlie and Al. He tells her the second set of prints they found belong to a man called Freddie Masters, who skipped bail on an assault charge, lied about his age and changed his name to Charlie Holcomb.

Oh dear.

Charlie is arrested on suspicion of murder and taken to the cells, where JB visits him to try and get the story straight. He admits to being in Loretta’s room but left her when she started pumping him for information and drove off to a bar. He reluctantly tells JB he saw Pete Briggs there, which JB wonders about but has more pressing questions like just why Mike Wharlop was traded to begin with, as she was starting to think there was more going on with this trade than she first thought.

Down at the clubrooms JB interrogates the club masseuse who is being played by the guy who played Felix Leiter in Never Say Never Again *cue five minutes of me humming the Bond theme to myself*. He reassures her that all is in had and demonstrates the team’s state of the art medical facilities by showing her x-rays of Johnny and Mike Wharlop. They are interrupted by Dial, decked out in a towel, who tells JB that her being in the changerooms is bad for business. She notices the bruise on Dial’s arm and he tells her it’s from the brawl with Mike. She comments that he hits well for someone who had a dislocated shoulder the previous season.

“Look lady, if you’re so interested in male anatomy, I can give you a good look at mine. All of it.” Says Dial.

Sidenote: I once got a prank call from some guy asking if I wanted to play with his "12 inch cock". Without even pausing I said "Well surely if it's 12 inches then you can go f--k yourself", hung up the phone and did a victory lap of my house. It remains one of the greatest things I've ever done.

Sidenote: I once got a prank call from some guy asking if I wanted to play with his “12 inch cock”. Without even pausing I said “Well surely if it’s 12 inches then you can go f–k yourself”, hung up the phone and did a victory lap of my house. It remains one of the greatest things I’ve ever done.

At the stadium, Jess finds Al to bring him up to speed on what’s happening. Caceras confronted Pete who denied breaking curfew, making Charlie look guiltier than ever. She tells Al about the xrays and how she noticed that the only x-ray with a different colour lab code was the one with Mike Wharlop’s shoulder, so she called the lab and they told her they didn’t know anything about it. Her theory – Loretta found out that the team faked Mike’s x-rays to get him traded and Randolph had her killed.

Later that night Jess, Al and Caceras are going through the x-rays but can’t find Mike’s anywhere. Randolph himself storms in to see who left the lights on. They confront him but the truth is not what they think it is – Randolph had the x-rays destroyed, but the Titans, Wharlop’s new team, knew that they were fake. It turned out Mike’s month off with a dislocated shoulder was actually a month in rehab for alcoholism, and he covered it up publicly to protect Mike’s wife and kids. Well that’s kind of nice.

Caceras and JB are pondering their next move when Pete and Roz Briggs appear with their own confession – Pete did break curfew, but it’s not what they think it is – he went to see his specialist hypnotist to help him with his batting.

Mmmkay.

On the way back to the hotel, they pass the spot where Al had his car accident. Caceras’s minion makes a comment about glasses and JB has a thought.

I think this is going to get depressing

I think this is going to get depressing

After some quick science, the next morning JB and Caceras go to the ground to give Johnny back his missing baseball glove, and to confront the killer.

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

It is what they think it is. Loretta found out about Charlie’s past as Freddy, confronted Al who fought her and she fell.

So on that depressing note…

Later Fletcherfans!

Later Fletcherfans!

S05E19 – Double Exposure

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We’re off to Boston this week Fletcherfans, where JB has just been interrupted going about her business by a man slamming into her. She recognises him straight away as her old neighbour, John Winslow, but is confused when he pretends he doesn’t know her.

Well, I say confused.

HOW VERY DARE YOU

HOW VERY DARE YOU

Back in Cabot Cove, Jess looks at her old photos of John with his wife Maude. Nope, it was definitely him. She decides to call them up in Chicago to get an explanation, but instead gets Maude telling her her husband died of a heart attack two weeks earlier.

But that’s impossible, says Jess. She saw him on the street in Boston that morning!

Maude makes her apologies and hangs up the phone, saying to the man standing to her that she doesn’t think they’ll get away with it.

Speaking of –

Remember him?

Remember him?

Remember that creepy dude in season 1? I still think they should have done a whole storyline about Jessica doing battle against the creepy dude leeching off rich old women, but never mind.

In any case, Jessica is faced with a dilemma. And there’s only one person with the mad skillz to solve it.

YYYAAAAAYYYYYYY

YYYAAAAAYYYYYYY

Harry is delighted to have a case to work on, on account of being temporarily out of the business and his phone is disconnected and his office is for rent and he’s hustling pool most days. He takes Jess out to lunch to discuss the case.

10 points to everyone who knows what this is a reference to (I couldn't help myself)

10 points to everyone who knows what this is a reference to (I couldn’t help myself)

The way Harry sees it, either it was a guy who looked like John Wilson, just like Maude said happened, or it was John Wilson in which case what then? JB begs him to look into it anyway and Harry agrees, but warns her it will be strictly on the down-low on account of having lost his PI license after a run-in with vindictive cop Roy Quinlan. Jess tells Harry she saw John coming out of the bank, and Harry decides it will be the easiest 1 days work he’s ever had.

“Suppose I write you a cheque.” Jess says.

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“On second thoughts, how about cash?”

I LOVE THESE TWO

I LOVE THESE TWO

Hot on the scent, Harry pays a visit to the bank, conveniently the employer of his old flame Gladys. Gladys is not pleased to see him, but after hearing the story of “Millicent” the scorned wife of a man who looks exactly like John Winslow, she agrees to help Harry nail him for child support.

Harry reports to Jess and gives her the address where John has been hiding out under the name John Wilson. She goes down to see him, but once again he gives her the cold shoulder.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Harry thinks it’s case closed but JB isn’t so sure – she talked to the landlord and John Wilson only moved in 6 days ago, and paid cash to boot. Harry agrees that’s shady, but thinks it could be dangerous. JB doesn’t care – Maude and John were two of her and Frank’s oldest friends and if she can help them she will. She decides to go to Chicago to see Maude and try and find out the truth. She sends Harry off to nose around “in your own inimitable way”, but begs him to be discreet.

I don't think Harry's learned that word yet.

I don’t think Harry’s learned that word yet.

Harry wanders down to the precinct to see what information he can dig up. He finds his old buddy Howard Sternhagen in a less than helpful mood – it turns out Harry returned Howard’s golf clubs in less condition than when they were borrowed. Harry reminds Howard of all the favours he owes him and Howard agrees to run the names John Winslow and John Wilson through the system. He quickly changes the subject on the arrival of Lieutenant Roy Quinlan, who offers to arrest Harry for detecting without a license, and Harry offers to rearrange his face.

Meanwhile, Jess has arrived in Chicago and she’s on a mission. She goes straight to Maude’s and meets her brother Adam Paulson. They tell her about the night John died, but Jess isn’t buying it, especially when Adam tells her there was no autopsy and that John was cremated. She tries to get the truth out of them but is thrown out of the house for her trouble. As she leaves, a man in a car with a telephoto lens takes some happy snaps and then follows her taxi as she drives away. The taxi driver points this out to Jess and she tells him to drop her off at one of the big hotels, she doesn’t want to lose the guy in the car.

“Whatever turns you on lady.” Says the cab driver.

If I had a dollar for every time someone said this to me, I would be retired to a beach in Bora Bora.

If I had a dollar for every time someone said this to me, I would be retired to a beach in Bora Bora. If I had a dollar for every time I made it weird, I would own Bora Bora.

Jess goes into the hotel, and very loudly asks for the restrooms. She manages to lose him in the crowd and hides in a janitor’s closet until he gives up, two hours later. She tails him to the public phones, and eavesdrops on his phone call to a Nathan Swathmore, who tells him the problem is almost resolved, and to lose his number. Jess calls Harry with an update and gets him to go and check on John, while she makes plans to see this Nathan Swathmore.

Harry heads over to John’s apartment, but there’s no answer. He breaks in and finds the body of John Winslow next to an open window. Before he can do anything, Roy Quinlan and another cop appear. Roy is delighted to finally be nailing Harry for something and gets on the phone. Harry asks the other cop, Frank, what happened. Frank tells him they only just got there  themselves – a neighbour heard shots and called 911. Best he can figure, someone shot John from the fire escape, through the window.

Back in Chicago, Jess casually name-drops her way to a meeting with Swathmore who is delighted to meet her until she starts talking about John Winslow. He agrees that he is representing his former employer Danford Industries, but has had nothing to do with John Wilson.

“Wilson?” JB asks.

“I said Winslow.” Swathmore says, and throws her out.

JB returns to Boston to discover that Harry has been arrested. She heads down to the precinct to bail him out and runs into Quinlan, who tells her she’s the next suspect if Harry wriggles off the hook. Also the Feds want to talk to them.

Sometimes I press pause and go  to make a cup of tea at really odd times.

Some how this picture sums up this blog.

Some how this picture sums up this blog.

The hand in that picture belongs to FBI agent Guilfoyle, who tells them that John Winslow had been turned whistleblower against his former employer, but had dropped off the radar recently. He also confirms that Swathmore was representing Danford in the charges the FBI was bringing against them.

Jessica tells him about Swathmore’s slip-up when she spoke to him in Chicago, and adds that his secretary had told her Swathmore had just returned from a trip to Boston. Guilfoyle is interested, but says that there’s no way Swathmore would have killed anyone – he would have hired someone else and made sure to have an unimpeachable alibi for the time of the murder. As she goes to leave she spots Maude and Adam across the precinct. Later, over lunch they tell her how they orchestrated John’s disappearance in order to avoid a life of running, including claiming the body of a dead hobo in the hospital as John and getting it cremated.

Harry picks Jessica up and takes her back to his place to collect her suitcases. She agrees there’s nothing more she can do in this case and will head back to Cabot Cove first thing in the morning although I think for Jess it might be sooner.

That is a face of mild horror.

That is a face of mild horror.

There is a knock at the door and Howard Sternhagen comes marching declaring his friendship with Harry is over. Not only did Harry get him looking for Michael Wilson but then Quinlan comes in asking the same thing and now he’s dead and Howard is done. Harry sends him on his way and tells Jess he has to go – he has  a date with Gladys and her kids, as a thankyou for helping him out. Jess goes on her way, but as soon as she’s gone Harry pulls a tape recorder and a gun out of his closet.

I see where this is going.

Jess goes back to the precinct to give her details to Frank the detective, should he need them, and to tell him she feels terribly about getting Harry involved in all of this. Frank tells her not to worry, it was just bad luck that he and Quinlan were in the dinner down the street from the murder, and when Quinlan got back from visiting a ladyfriend, the call came through.

Guys, I get it.

Jess puts a call in to Harry where he’s supposed to be taking Gladys on the date, but there’s no sign of Harry. Harry is in an alley somewhere, doing a deal.

Enough now.

Way to drag out the obvious there guys.

Way to drag out the obvious there guys.

Chalk up another win to Team Fletcher-McGraw.

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Later Fletcherfans!

Later Fletcherfans!