Morning Show Mysteries: Countdown to Murder

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Just who I was looking for, Billie Blessings,

my favourite chef.

Hey, Phil.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Any idea where Lucy put the ingredients?

No, no, but speaking of Lucy, um... is she-

is she seeing anybody or...?

Our Lucy?

You mean like dating?

Just a question.

Don't make it into a thing.

Hey Lucy.

We have a problem.

Fairweather Markets didn't make the delivery.

What?

I've been trying to call but I can't get anyone

to answer the phone.

I've gotta start making this pasta.

I know, I'm so sorry,

I'd go out right now but we just don't have time.

Alright, people.

No lallygagging, we have a show to do,

tick-tock tick-tock.

Alright, what kind of snacks do we have?

Gummy bears?

Chocolate drops?

Do you ever have one of those days?

You know the kind I mean.

The kids have baseball, the boss kept you late,

you're supposed to bring dessert to the pot luck

and you haven't had time to buy groceries.

That is exactly what my day was like yesterday.

The question is can dessert be saved?

I'll bet the answer is yes.

Absolutely right, 'cause all you need are chocolate and eggs,

and in 20 minutes you can serve this.

Wow.

Two ingredient emergency cake.

She's supposed to be doing easy bake ziti.

Tasty, too.

Come back after the break

and we'll show you small space storage ideas.

Maurice Terrebone, you still standing there?

What am I gonna do with two bushels of rutabaga?

You saw Billie's show.

Apparently you missed the message.

Work with what you get.

Hey, guys.

Hi.

Ok, what're we making with rutabaga?

Well, Fairweather Market missed the delivery

and by the time I got to the farmer's market

there wasn't much left.

They missed the delivery at the studio, too.

Time to find a new grocery store.

Maurice!

We're loyal customers.

Something's wrong.

I've been calling all day, they have not answered the phone.

Well, why don't you go to the store?

We can take care of the restaurant.

You sure?

Yeah.

Thank you.

This is a surprise.

I thought we were getting together later tonight.

What's going on?

Is everything Ok?

You know Art Fairweather, right?

Yeah, that's like an understatement.

I practically grew up here.

He was my father's friend.

No.

Art?

I'm so sorry.

Ok, I'm impressed.

You scooped the story before the local news.

Do his children know?

Yeah, they're out back.

He was a friend.

Tell her I'm sorry, Ok?

Yeah.

I can't believe this.

Jay, I'm so sorry.

Tess is the one who found him.

She's been here since the alarm company called.

Do you think you could take her home?

No.

No, I can't leave.

Not until we find out what happened.

This could take a while.

Your brother's right.

Maybe you should get some rest.

Yeah, don't worry.

Hey.

I'll stay.

This whole thing feels like a bad dream.

I keep trying to wake up.

When the alarm company called I told them my father

must have set the alarm off by mistake.

I keep wanting to call him.

It doesn't seem fair.

He just got back to the store.

The court case was settled,

the stores were back in business.

He didn't have time to enjoy it.

This is all my fault.

Tess...

I never should have let him go to the store alone.

Not after that fight with his partner.

You can't blame yourself.

Jay knew this would happen.

That's why he made my father use the alarm.

Ok, I'm sure there's an explanation for this.

Why don't we just wait and see what the police have to say?

Hey.

Thank you for helping.

I didn't think Tess could take much more.

Did you find out anything?

No.

The police think it was an accident.

The shelves fell.

Tess said you don't think it's an accident.

I know it sounds paranoid

but they found something with my father's body.

What is this?

I think it's a message.

From my father's partner, Edmond Stokes.

The one that tried to take over the company?

Yeah.

And he hated the way my father ran the stores.

You know the little toys

that we give children at the cash register?

It was one of the things they fought about.

Edmond said my father was throwing money away.

He wouldn't try to kill your father over a toy.

He was crazy, Billie.

When the judge gave the company back to my father

Edmond said that he would destroy us.

We had to hire security guards to get him out of the store

and the expression on his face?

I've never seen anything like it.

It was pure hate.

People say things when they're angry.

It's what Tess said.

I knew my father's life was in danger

the moment that Edmond lost that fight.

Could you send me that photo?

I can't believe it.

I just saw Art Fairweather last week.

He was bragging about his fitness tracker.

Jay thinks he was murdered.

Murdered?

By his former partner, Edmond Stokes.

No, no.

Let's not get carried away.

Jay isn't himself.

He just lost his father.

And he and his wife have those two little girls,

they adored their grandfather.

Hey, does Fairweather Markets

still give out those little children's toys?

You know, at the checkout counter?

A basket at every register.

It stopped once Edmond took over but the first thing Art did

when Edmond left was bring those baskets back.

What kind of toys?

Baby animals, mostly.

Hedgehogs, frogs...

Ducks?

You're too old for toys.

Why are you asking?

The police found a toy duck with Art's body.

Someone crossed the eyes out.

Jay showed me.

It all seems so creepy.

Like I said, Jay is grieving.

He's probably just trying to make sense out of all of this.

And why wouldn't there be a toy?

There's toys all over the place.

I have dinner with Emma and Ian tonight.

I'm gonna ask Ian what he thinks.

I suggest you don't.

Well, it's not your job to figure out whether or not

Art Fairweather was murdered.

You and Ian just started seeing each other again.

Don't muddy the waters.

Muddy the waters?

No shop talk.

You focus on that relationship.

If you don't it won't thrive.

How is it that you always end up giving me relationship advice,

no matter what we're talking about?

Girl, I've been married three times.

I'm an expert.

I would-

No.

But that-