Murder, She Recapped: A Murder, She Wrote Podcast

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Jessica Fletcher is in Cedar Heights, and there is an adult man at the country club who goes by Binky. And everyone goes along with it. They don’t ask questions. They don’t snicker when he says it. They keep a straight face. They say “Binky” when they want his attention. His name is Binky.

We ask the important questions. Is she wearing a whipped cream clown outfit? Why is the back of her hair none of he...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Laura has forgotten to write one, so she rambles for a little bit about Lafayette, the cab driver. Something about him being across town. Listen to the episode to hear for yourself.

We ask the important questions. Have you ever seen a better a banana costume? Is her hair just a slipped back wig? Is his costume just "tux"? Did she go to that office just to be mean to people? Are they eating at ...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! The year is 1986. Google does not exist yet. The library is closed and the writer's room wants to write about a car being blown up. Their best guess is that that would be done with a cartoon style stick of Wile E. Coyote like dynamite. There's no way to confirm or deny if this is accurate. It makes it in the script, and subsequently, onto network television. 

We ask the important questions. Is...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Whoever the writers were for this episode try to convince us that "Bundy" rhymes with "Sunday".

We ask the important questions. Are they the Donnie and Marie that you already have at home? If your uncle was murdered, would you tuck in your shirt first and foremost? The guest room is a Grecian bathhouse? Is the dandelion part of official police work? Who wrote this? Is she making a li...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Connie is so bored of Cabot Cove. There is nothing to do! And a weekend in Farnsdale isn’t cutting it anymore. She needs more! She needs bigger! She needs brighter! And she would do anything to get it. Carry a dead hobo’s body into a motel? Sure! Lie to a medical examiner? Yup! Commit insurance fraud? You got it! Drag a dead body under the porch, into a waitress's house, and in and out of a van? A...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Mr. Readford and I have something in common, and it's not the fact that we're both in the Boston society pages. We both came here tonight for a diary auction, and we didn't get one. What did we get? We got murder. Going once! Going twice ! Going three times! Sold! We got Harry McGraw shiners.  Going once! Going Twice. Going three times! Sold! We got drugged Jessica Fletcher, Boudoir maga...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Jessica is visiting an old teacher friend in Oklahoma, and this area of Oklahoma has everything. It has hog farms that are practically drowning in crude oil. It has a TV studio where the Lord is present. It has a clinic with a life size Jesus statue in the waiting room. And it clearly has a wig shop that is not hurting for business. They are raking in the money at the wig shop. They are selling wigs ha...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Margo has had it with these stupid small towns. She got into the tainted food business for glitz and glamour and intrigue. Not for local radio, busybody crisis hounds, and widow jelly. And certainly not to find the root of a problem and fix it. And that’s why this death by poisoned preserves is not gonna be her problem.

We ask the important questions. Do you really need a French chef to make a cinnamon ...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! This could be a story of [Insert Name], a radio DJ whose first wife had all the money and he could never get over it. Or it could be the story of [Insert Name], a small business owner who would do anything to get back to her shop. It should be the story of a widow named, [Insert Name] who just wants to crochet a blanket and catch Mr. Bentley's eye. But it's not. It's not a story of any o...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Lila Lee is more than a makeup, it’s a lifestyle. And Lila Lee herself believes that wholeheartedly. And why shouldn’t she? Makeup can transform a woman! It can make a housewife look like a hooker. But can it transform a hooker to a housewife?

We ask the important questions. Was he coming from some loser wedding? Is the only way to know that you're in a hotel suite a framed headshot? Was she actual...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Jessica Fletcher doesn't want Doc Hazlitt to know she's excited to go digging with him. So, she pretends she's doing research for a book, just like she pretends she wants to play chess every week, and she pretends that Seth is the only medical examiner in Maine. But demure Jessica Fletcher drops every hint there is. From gossiping about the sex lives of grad students, to not barfing at S...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Beverly Gareth loves Spanish. She can’t read or write it, but she is really starting to understand it! Her absolute favorite telanovella is appointment television for her. And she loves it so much that she would risk her life to not miss it! And what Beverly Gareth wants, she gets. But, has her need to have it all finally gone too far? Is this the one demand that will ultimately take her out?

We ask the...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote. Tick tock. The West Barrington Institute for Women is a powder keg. Sure, those inmates look like Calvin Klein models in their denim on denim uniform. But style can't make up for everything. For years, someone's been selling off their top quality vegetables and someone's been diluting their drugs. So when the prisoners get a chance to blow the lid off the prison, would anyone blame them ...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Don’t underestimate the power of a short king. These pint sized lotharios can do more than just ride horses. They can drive a woman to murder! Thankfully, 5’8” Jessica Fletcher knows this and does not look down on them. She would never overlook such a man, especially when his Panamanian heat could be a clue in the murder of the racehorse owner. No detail is too small. No inconsistency too tiny. She wil...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Joanna picks wild flowers. Joanna wears unusual robes. Joanna runs naked through the woods so that a group of middle aged oddballs believes she's a nature lover. Joanna makes reservations for her boyfriend to go on vacation with his wife. Joanna's never going to break up with her boyfriend. Not even after Jessica Fletcher sees him kill his wife. Don't be like Joanna. Break up with him, o...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Carl is a rock n roller. He likes drugs and tunes and having a bushy beard. But when he meets Cheryl, he is willing to swap the drugs for daffodils, change the tunes to petunias, and shave that beard right off if that means access to millions of dollars. He’d even go so far as to dress up in a “burn victim goes to work” outfit. That money is making him crazy. Or is he making Cheryl’s mother crazy?

We as...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! Meet Emma, who's lived most everywhere from Zanzibar to Berkeley Square. But JB's only lived in Maine. Though last year she did visit Spain. What a crazy pair. But they're cousins. Identical cousins, all the way. One pair of matching book ends, different as night and day. (Please don't sue us.)

We ask the important questions. How may roles did SJP play on Sex and the City? Is that th...

Tonight on Murder, She Wrote! When Jessica is invited to Crenshaw College to receive an honorary degree, and to become a person that the college calls and emails for money for the rest of her life, she is thrown into the midst of a mother daughter conflict that ends with a dead body of an absolute STUD. A mother's scholarly pride has stopped her from owning up to the absolute smut that she needs to write, and a daughter's...