TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, let's go on a vacation... of death!
Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) is undercover at the resort where a dear friend has been murdered, and she's determined to find the culprit. Along the way, she finds the dashing Michael Haggarty (Len Cariou) who seems to know more than he's letting on, the suspicious hotel security (Howard Hesseman), the cornfed midwest darling schoolteacher Veronica Harrold (Anne Lockhart), the hotel manager Eric Brahm (Mel Ferrer), and the fabulous Ms. Alva Crane (Mary Wickes), who's after what we're all after: the man in the tight pants with the drinks.
Jessica's detective chort this time is Raymond St. Jacques as Chief Inspector Claude Rensselaer, who would be more helpful if he didn't constantly blow her cover in public. When another murder takes place, it's up to them to suss out what the connection is... and why everyone's jewelry seems to be really fake. Expect it to require invigorating iced tea (no chemicals), a purple turban, misplaced safe deposit keys, and an accent that can intimidate even Cyd Charrise. Our taste is expensive; we only drink Rothschild '61. If you don't have it, get it, and turn on WIDOW, WEEP FOR ME.