A scene from “Unfinished Business”

Louise Henderson: [after Jessica accuses her of committing the murder] I told Jamie the gun was for self-protection, that I'd been getting letters from some psycho. I'd reached a point where I believed that I would never be happy as long as my father was in my life. That night, I went to his room. He wasn't there. Then, on the way back, the door to the suite was open. I saw him. For the longest moment, I thought I couldn't do it; it was wrong. Then all of the fear and the craziness from my nightmare took over, and I fired. And running out the door, I clobbered my ankle on the doorstop. It hurt like the dickens.

Portia Dekker: My God, I don't believe this.

John McCarver: But I thought you said you could prove Jamie committed the murder.

Jessica Fletcher: I did, didn't I? A ruse, but essential if a certain item was to be preserved as evidence. You see, Lane Henderson had two intended killers, not one. He would have survived Louise's bullet. But in the time it took me to reach the fire door and return to find Mr. Bascombe kneeling by the body, the actual murderer struck the blow that killed him.

Andrew Bascombe: I'm calling time, Mrs. Fletcher. It's late, and I think we've all had enough theatrics for one day.

Lt. Estelle Karr: Why not let her finish, Mr. Bascombe? No harm in theatrics. Besides, Mrs. Fletcher has me hooked.

Jessica Fletcher: This morning, the Lieutenant reminded me of the MVP trophy that was here during your cocktail party, but was missing after the murder. Where is it now?

Andrew Bascombe: Why, that belonged to Bart Leroy. I guess he must've taken it with him or something.

Lt. Estelle Karr: Mr. Leroy says he didn't.

Jessica Fletcher: After the murder, I was also struck by the displacement of this lamp. [uses a cloth to pick up the lamp, revealing the MVP trophy hidden inside] As if somebody in a great hurry had made it a hiding place.

Lt. Estelle Karr: Thank you, Mrs. Fletcher. You have a logical explanation for any of this, Mr. Bascombe? I'm sure we'll find your fingerprints all over the trophy.

John McCarver: Andy, for God's sakes, tell them they're wrong!

Andrew Bascombe: No, I can't, John. The man was taking everything from me. Francesca, my business. I mean, he was destroying lives! Is there anyone, is there anyone of you who isn't better off because Henderson is dead?