TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE: We are stretching, candlelit bathing, and taking time for ourselves between jaunts on our bikes and bouts of on-land swimming. That's right, folks, get your peach onesie because we're exploring Angela Lansbury's POSITIVE MOVES.  

This landmark in celebrity lifestyle, wellbeing, and fitness videotape is full of advice for the mah-tour, sexual, and active woman. Viktor and Petra are going to do their best to keep up in this bonus episode as we cap our season 1 of MURDER SHE WROTE. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, it's a full-season review with Viktor and Petra to share the highs and lows of our first year of Jessica Fletcher, the denizens of Cabot Cove, and the many people who live and die in and around it. 

In this special edition of the pod, revisit the hot guys, thrilling locales, sizzling action sequences, our favorite one-scene wonders, the most deserving to get bumped off, and more. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE hits our first season finale: FUNERAL AT FIFTY-MILE, and we're super excited even if this one is kinda a downer!

We head west with Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) to Wyoming to meet a whole bunch of guys and one lil' lady they're all dead set on protecting within an inch of her agency.  Mary Carver (Kathleen Beller) is mourning the loss of her father and is further blindsided when old town crumb bum Carl Mestin (Clu Gulager) and his sexy broad of a ladyfriend, Sally (Stella Stevens) blow in to let her know she's not going to keep the farm she assumed was bequeathed to her.

Soon, a murder in the barn leaves Jessica and her local sheriff --- uh, Marshall (Cliff Potts) scratching their heads to figure out who had the nerve and opportunity.  Was it small-town affluent white guy number 1 (William Windom), small-town affluent white guy number 2 (Donald Moffat), small-town affluent white guy number 3 (Noah Beery Jr.), small-town affluent white guy number 4 (J.D. Cannon), Mary herself, or her well-intentioned fiancé (Jeff Osterhage)?  Our bets are on the arm-wrestling glam/trashy Sally, frankly. 

Fair warning, it does get a little heavy at the end, folks, but we will still enjoy ourselves determining left-handed people from right, quirky and forthright secretaries, and curious tan lines.

Your hosts, Viktor Devonne and Petra Fried celebrate 22 episodes of the podcast, and thank you for joining us on this journey!  We have a special round-out wrap-up next week, and then we dive into season 2!

It's a family affair TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE. 

Acclaimed but total douche Johnny Shannon (Ed Ames) is found dead, and the suspects are mostly all related to him: the sultry ex-wife (Piper Laurie), the sensitive son (Joseph Bottoms), and the promiscuous daughter (Linda Purl) all make good cases as they are used and abused. 

Instead, let's also consider the help: the devoted but goofy guy Friday (Joey Bishop), the hothead goon who doubles as a chauffeur (Jack O'Halloran), or maybe it's the thorn in Johnny's side in the form of opportunist tennis lothario (Joseph Cali). Is that everyone? Oh, there's a mob connection. So, well, good odds for that one. 

Friend to the wife and always intuitive mystery writer Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) assists the detective of the week (Ken Howard) in narrowing it down to the most likely scenario that led to the MURDER AT THE OASIS. 

It's a sexy time in the desert, complete with bad fashion, misdirection, strategically angled security cameras, warm milk, missing pictures, and fully clothed pool action. Will Jessica act in time to save the day? Probably! But it might surprise you how, in this delicious slice of familial dysfunction that still has a nice bounce to it. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, nothing can keep Jessica Fletcher from meddling - not even a fractured ankle! JB Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) is on the scene in a Texan private hospital where the doctors hate each other, the nurses wear false eyelashes, and the patients are comedy legends. Why, yes, we'd love to spend a weekend. 

Naturally, someone everyone seems to hate is murdered (Stephen Elliot), and the question is, who wouldn't? The suspect list is surprisingly sparse and is largely made up of the staff (Sam Groom and Martin Kove as battling MDs; Kay Lenz and Susan Oliver as our sisters of mercy). Everyone else is just chewing the scenery for the sake of it and filling in gaps, from the wonderful Martha Raye and Eddie Bracken as negging almost-lovebird rich inmates, to Victoria Carroll in her own southern drama miniseries in her mind, to Lucille Meredith as our pick for Best Supporting Actress as a sort-of witness to the crime and this episode's one-scene wonder. 

Somewhat useless detective Ray Jenkins (Bo Hopkins) is upfront about his need for help from the temporarily disabled Jessica, even if he fights her most of the way; we get some fun moments of bickering between them that escalate in the final act, for a higher purpose. And finally, there's greasy lawyer Kevin McCarthy, who is all too willing to sue on behalf of everyone if they've got the cash. 

It's a fairly straightforward mystery with some bonkers additions and non-sequiturs that may or may not pan out. You'll need a strong glass of carrot juice to prepare for the finale, which uses the very latest in technology. We do have one question, though: where are the koi fish?! This is ARMED RESPONSE!

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, we're in the scariest place ever: public transportation. 

Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) and Sheriff Tupper (Tom Bosley) are heading to Portland with a busload of criminals and curios in a heavy rainstorm. When a recently released prison inmate (John Davis Chandler) is murdered while on board, they'll need to figure out who had a motive and who is just along for the ride. 

Soon we're off the road and in a coffee shop diner full of intrigue, misdirection, mysterious detective novels, the wrong kind of sailor knots, and ill-timed power outages. Will Jessica and Tupper unveil the killer in time?! Probably. 

Rue McClanahan, Linda Blair, Mills Watson, Terence Knox, and Michael Constantine are our passengers in MURDER TAKES THE BUS. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, we keep misplacing our umbrellas, eyeglasses, and manuscripts. 

Famed writer who might not have it anymore, Hemsley Post (Kenneth Mars) ends up dead after a posh NYC literary awards gala, and the suspects are multiple. We have, of course:

- The Wife (Diana Muldaur)
- The Guy Whose Book He Stole (Vincent Baggetta)
- The Sexy Opportunistic Editor (Morgan Brittany)
- The Lush of a Poet (Paul Sand)
- The Bitchy Queen Novelist Rival (Rex Reed)
- The Ambitious, Aspiring Amateur (Talia Balsam) 
- and The Dishy Breakout Smut Writer (Constance Forslund)

Frankly, it could be any and all of them, and we can all agree he had it coming. Amateur detective and mystery writer Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) must contend with keeping track of all of those suspects (when the law can't) and convincing the assistant district attorney (Pat Harrington Jr) that he's way off base. We also have Ron Masak in a pre-Sheriff Metzger appearance! 

With FOOTNOTE TO MURDER, it's an evening of bathroom punch-outs, bad sonnets, poorly chosen cigarette lighter designs, plagiarism, revolving doors, and subterfuge through optometry as only Murder, She Wrote can deliver. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, we're going into SUDDEN DEATH. 

In a bizarre turn of events, mystery novelist and busybody with a high success rate, Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury), inherits 4% of a football team, and everyone wants her share. 

However, things get complicated when one of the primary shareholders that no one likes (Allan Miller) is found dead in a jacuzzi after a team and staff get-together, and now everyone is once again a suspect. 

Naturally, we have the wife (Elizabeth Savage), the other shareholder and coach (Warren Berlinger), the noble injured player with something to hide (Caitlyn Jenner), the beefy linebacker with something to prove (Dick Butkus), and any number of partygoers who would be happy to see the man who wants to move the team away, be done away with. 

The cast also includes John Beck, Jane Smithers, Gary Lockwood--and Tim Thomerson as our latest detective, whom Jessica needs to convince has got it all wrong, while also learning American Sign Language from a duplicitously acquired adopted child. 

Viktor and Petra are your guides as we try to understand football terminology tossed into the mix, somewhat distracted by lots of guys in sweatpants, towels, and bathing suits. Call for holding! (See, there's one!)

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, the TOUGH GUYS DON'T DIE... until they do. 

Famed mystery novel author Jessica Fletcher (Angela Lansbury) is researching a tragic crime from years earlier when her private detective researcher (Floyd Levine) turns up dead. She suspects it might be her case that led to him being targeted, but he was also working on two other cases, so the suspects are threefold. 

Was it the ambitious businesswoman Priscilla Daniels (Barbara Babcock) who is thought to be angling for political office with a scandal over her head, or her husband (John McMartin) out to protect her good name? 

Or perhaps it's possible philanderer Ernie Santini (Alex Rocco), who is under investigation for his late nights away from his wife. If it's Jessica's case, it could also be the mysterious Judge Lambert (Fritz Weaver) who refuses to discuss the crime he's associated with. And then there's always the wife (Rosanna Huffman). 

The murder leads Jessica to Boston, where she matches wits with the detective's partner out for revenge: none other than the legendary Jerry Orbach in his first appearance as Harry McGraw. 

Grab your keys and don't harass any stressed-out secretaries as Margery Nelson, Nancy Lee Grahn, Paul Winfield, Gerald S. O'Loughlin, and John Furey join us for this hardboiled detective pulp noir worthy of any bookshelf. 

TONIGHT ON MURDER, SHE WROTE, Angela Lansbury is coming in via helicopter. 

Distinguished painter Diego (the iconic Cesar Romero) is under siege by one of his Mediterranean island guests during his worst birthday party ever. Among the suspects: it might be his awfully young bride (Cristina Raines), his fabulous but arthritic ex-wife (Capucine), a philanthropic do-gooder (Judy Geeson), his handsome son (Fernando Allende), the art gallery owner (Stewart Granger), or maybe it's Robert Goulet. 

Inspector Henry Kyle (Ron Moody) is on the case, examining discarded cigarettes and determining who pulls matches with which hand. Naturally, Jessica Fletcher (Lansbury) is getting in the way, and she has her own suspicions. 

Unfortunately, no one thinks about hiding the many weapons displayed on the wall (nor did anyone secure the planter urns on the balcony). But the scenery is stunning, the weather is temperate, and the studio is on fire. Oh no! 

PAINT ME A MURDER, as this Agatha Christie-style whodunnit is high on suspects, surprise entrances via French doors, suspicious heart attacks, missing servants, and local children painting pictures of donkeys. Matlock wishes...