Murder, She Baked: A Deadly Recipe

[Starter hesitating to turn over]

: Hey! Hey!

Get away from my car.

Get back here!

I'm calling the cops!

Hey, get back here!

: 911 emergency.

: Help. They're breaking into my car!

: Hold on, sir.

Enjoy the cookies!

Okay, bye!

Oh!

: Hey!

Ow.

: Hey, are you okay?

: Thank you. Yeah, I'm all right.

Yes, officer, and that's when I yelled at him...

Same M.O.

He took off and ran right down here, and then...

Follows the same pattern.

No broken glass.

These guys are quick, they're clean,

and well-organized.

Just like the others over at Redland.

You've done your homework on this, that's for sure.

I've been trying to get the sheriff

to set up a bait car program,

but he keeps banging on

about there being no budget.

You know what my best guess is?

That he wants to take all the glory.

Bingo.

At least you're ahead in the polls, man.

Yeah. I'm not going to win.

A week before every election,

he busts a big case, the press goes wild,

and what do you know--

another one?

Yeah. That's five in the last two weeks.

No broken glass means they hacked the keyless system.

All right, I'm putting Kingston on this one, Bill.

He'll report directly to me.

Hey, wait a minute, sheriff.

I've been chasing this case for a month.

This is my collar.

Yeah, well, not anymore.

: News at 11.

: I got this.

Miss winters!

What brings you out here?

My scanner.

Of course.

Sheriff, could you give us a statement?

Yes. We've had...

Like clockwork. What I'd tell you.

[Winters interviews sheriff, faint, indistinct]

Look...

If I am point, you are still on this.

[Interview continues, faint, indistinct]

: Three car thefts in one night.

Are they connected?

: Connected and coordinated.

No question in my mind,

this is the work

of professionals and organized thieves.

: Are you concerned

with the drop in your polls' numbers?

I can assure you as long as I'm sheriff,

this or any crime will not go unpunished,

not on my watch.

Thank you, Sheriff.

I'm putting a mint bar in here for your daughter,

on the house.

Linda, you know I am famous throughout the county

for my butter tarts.

It's been in my family for generations, Helen.

Generations!

That was my great-grandmother's recipe!

It sounds like

we haven't figured out whose recipe this is?

We need a name for the cookbook.

It's mine. No question.

Linda Norton,

don't you dare take credit for my recipe.

It's mine!

Isn't your son allergic to corn?

'Cause this has corn syrup in it.

Oh, yes, he is.

I dictated that recipe to you

the spring I broke my wrist.

That is the...

Mystery solved!

: Sheriff Grant has asked

that anyone with any information

please call the sheriff's station.

You really think the guy that bumped into you

was a car thief?

It all seems to fit.

Speaking of bumps...

What?

Oh!

She's going to get soaked!

Andrea!

You're getting my niece or nephew all wet.

It's just water. It's fine.

: Hannah!

I have been meaning to get you my Hawaiian prawn pot pie recipe

for the cookbook.

Oh, thank you...

It's just been so crazy busy

with the new store.

You have no idea

what it's like setting up a business.

I think she knows the basics, mother.

Now, what do you think is more electable,

smiley Bill,

or tough on crime Bill?

Oh, uh, I vote for smiley Bill.

Is that the same shrimp concoction

you used to make for us every weekend?

Oh, yes, your father loved it so much,

and please don't call it a concoction, Andrea.

It's a very unflattering way to refer to it, honey.

It's going to be perfect for the cookbook, Hannah.

Oh, yes, mother,

but there is a whole committee, you know,

and we have to test all the recipes.

Oh, say no more, I understand.

We must honor the formalities.

Delores! Delivery needs your signature!

Oh, I'll be right there, Paige!

Well, duty calls again, girls.

I'll talk to you later, ta-ta!

Bye, mother.

As my dear mother used to say,

there's no rest for the weary!

: You're not really going

to put that in the cookbook, are you?

My stomach is still traumatized.

Well, that's what the committee is for.

They'll vote, and we're covered.

Ooh, devious! I love it.

Nettie Grant, hello!

Oh, hi!

Hey! How are you and Sheriff Grant holding up?

Tight race.

We're great, thank you.

Hannah, you cut your hair.

- Yeah. - It's different.

Thank you.

And good luck to your husband in the election.

Yeah!

May the best man win.

That's devious.

That's politics.

I like it.

Yup!

Hannah!

Hannah, hello.

Phone's for you.

Really?

Norman.

Thank you very much.

Say hello from me.

I will, Mrs. Houser.

Hi, Norman!

: Hey, you!

So I am presently guzzling

what has to be the world's worst cup of coffee,

and, naturally, I thought of you.

Thank you...

I guess.

I, I mean...

I thought...

Oh, thank you, honey. They're delicious.

...where would I get the world's best cup of coffee,

which, of course, would be your shop.

So I'm missing your face here in the morning.

Is the big city dental conference thrilling?

Yeah, nothing says excitement

like "the story of posterior composites" seminar.

How're things at the cookie jar?

Hot.

I mean, warm...

'Cause it's busy here and the heater's been busted,

but, um...

Lemon bar?

I've been thinking a lot about you, you know?

That's nice to hear, Norman, I...

Just for one second. Hey!

Hey, man, I miss you, too.

How's the conference?

It's going fine, Mike.

Thanks for asking.

Mike, just... yeah. I'm sorry, Norman.

That's okay.

Hannah's working another mystery,

something about a car theft,

so no need to hurry back, man.

Norman, I'm taking you off speaker phone right now,