All language subtitles for Shakespeare & Hathaway_ Private Investigators - 04x07 - Some Cupid Kills.WebRip.English.orig.Addic7ed.com

I here importune death awhile,

until of many thousand kisses
the poor last I lay upon thy lips.

I am dying, Egypt,

Dying.

Give me some wine
and let me speak a little.

Noblest of men, would thou die?

Hast thou no care of me?

Shall I abide in this dull world,

which in thy absence is no
better than...?

My asp.

Sorry, I've forgot my asp.

Found it.

Ooh!

Ah, where were we?

Dalton?

Oh, hey. You're here early.

Or are you late?

Ha-ha! I trust the date went well.

No, it did not.

Serial killer, was he?

He parked on double yellow
lines, for starters.

Oh, you play with the bad boys, you.

It gets worse.

So after the date, we came out
of the restaurant

and he tried to kiss me.

And there may have been...

Tongues?

No, an accidental head-butt.

Yeah, so we went back into
the restaurant to stop the bleeding.

And when we came back out,

a tow truck was towing his car away
with my handbag and my phone in it.

What do you do on the second date?
Burn his house down?

Don't. He was so out of it, he swore
that he could hear monkeys laughing.

Monkeys? Was it a brain injury?

Luckily, the tow-truck man had
spotted my bag in the back of

the car, popped it in
the restaurant for me,

otherwise, I'd be stood here now
talking to you,

still covered in my date's blood.

You should put that on
your dating profile.

Ah, ooh, ooh!

What's wrong with you?

It's my foot.
I tripped, sprained it.

Oh, yeah,

very treacherous step at
the Mucky Mallard, isn't there?

I was not tipsy. I tripped.

We can't all be out every night
breaking people's hearts

and noses.

Oh, hey.

Of all of the PI agencies

in all of Stratford-upon-Avon.

I walk into yours.

With a job for us.

From an old acting friend,
we haven't seen each other for ages.

But she'll only meet in public,
so we have to go.

Why are you dressed like
Humphrey Bogart?

Oh, she hasn't seen me as a PI.
Dress to impress.

Well, you're not a PI,
you're our receptionist.

And resident style icon.

Forget it, Jake. It's Chinatown.

Ha!

Pollie.

Sebastian.

Oh, it's been too long.

It's like a meeting
of KGB Anonymous.

Lu, Frank,
this is my dear friend, Pollie.

- Hi.
- Hello, thank you for meeting me here.

How can we help?

Well, I...
I don't know where to start.

My boyfriend, Dalton, was murdered.

Pol, I'm so sorry.

What happened?

I don't know.
The police won't tell me anything,

except that he was poisoned.

The police are investigating?

Yes, but this isn't about that.

I need you to protect me.

From who?

I don't know.

A few days before,
Dalton, he was scared.

Did he say why?
Had someone threatened him?

He received a blackmail letter
that said to "leave or else".

Have you got the letter?

The police took it.

I didn't think to take a photo.
I wasn't thinking.

That's OK,
you've been through a lot.

Do you know anyone who might
want to hurt Dalton?

Not really.

I think it's to do
with where we work.

I'm a PA at As You Like It,
which is all about Shakespeare.

And Dalton is, was, an actor there.

And what exactly is
As You Like It?

Well, it's a charming
bucolic comedy about two friends,

Rosalind and Cecelia...

Er, it's an agency.

If the RSC's lobster and caviar,

then we're the hamburgers.

Good company, good wine,
good welcome.

Come, some music.

Come, the trumpets, sackbuts,
psalteries and fifes.

- Oh!
- Do you do this for everyone?

Sh. Encore, encore.

Shall I compare thee to
a summer's day?

If you must.

Did you find any change back
there for the car park?

Welcome. I'm Ava Clayton.
And this is As You Like It.

From weddings to work-dos,
from adverts to anniversaries,

we are Shakespeare for hire.

Well, thanks for the fanfare,
but we're not customers.

No, no, of course not.
You're partners. Fingers crossed.

We are partners, yeah.

Business partners.
Private investigators.

- Investors? Private investors?
- Investigators.

Investors from Pellinore?

The largest entertainments
company in the UK?

No, we're looking into
Dalton's death.

Everyone, stop. Stop.

Pollie.

You said that the buyer was
going to be here at noon.

That's what they said, boss.

No, sorry, you can't be here.

What about "good wine,
good welcome"?

And goodbye. Yes, we've already
spoken to the police.

So, please, leave.

There's a big buyer
interested in taking

the company national.
We're very excited.

Oh, right, where do I place my bid?

No, no, enough. We've no time to
amuse jumped-up snoops.

Now get out. GET OUT!

We need eyes and ears on the inside.

Yes, if only we knew someone who
could go undercover, huh?

- Wolfe, is it?
- Wolfe Tempest, actor-for-hire.

- Excellent. You know, we've been
short-handed ever since.

Welcome aboard.
Pollie tells me great things.

Oh, well, please,
believe everything you hear.

Now, gather round, everyone,
gather round.

Now, remember that we have

a rep from Pellinore Entertainment
here today to witness

the wonderful work that we do,

so let's show him our
guiding principle.

We - Sell - Shakespeare.

We - Sell - Shakespeare.

Selling Shakespeare makes
me feel dirty,

and I once dressed as
a chicken for money.

Well, what we do isn't that bad.

How come you're not up
there performing?

Ava thought it would be better
if I was in the office.

I'm under her wing, learning a lot.

He looks popular.

Bernard. He was the original actor
here, considered the best.

Until Dalton.

Pollie.

I'd better go.

- Wolfe.
- Yes.

I'm Bernard.

The boss asked me to show
you the ropes.

I'm supposed to show you hair,
make-up and so on,

but you look like you
know your way around backstage.

From proscenium to pit.

Ha. Well, then, to the good part.

And here we are.

And where are we?
Aladdin's cave of wonders?

The boss likes to call these
treats "up-selling".

I call it a perk of the job.

Go ahead. Help yourself.

What? To anything?

I'm partial to the cologne.

"The Merry Whiffs of Windsor".

Oh, I shouldn't.

It's only right to get to know
the wares you're touting.

Well, if this is part of
the official induction.

Hello?

Hello. How did you get on
with your police friend?

Did you find out anything useful?

Can you stop shouting?

Did your questioning take place
in the pub by any chance?

I had to soften him up.

You know what they say.
Loose ships...

...sink lips?

Hey, every round was
very professional.

Yeah, I bet it was.

Look, I've asked Pollie if
she could find out who

the last client of Dalton's was

and she's given me
a name and address.

I'm going to check it out now.

Can you do it quietly?

Did you find out what
killed Dalton?

Yes, it was definitely poison.

The pathologist detected,
let me consult my notes,

ethylene glycol.

A mouthful of that, you're a goner.

Sounds nasty.

Yeah, unfortunately, it's a common
ingredient in solvents and coolants.

Anyone can buy it.

Hey, dial Sebastian in
so he knows what to look for.

Ah, hello, Mammy.

I can't talk right now,
a little bit of team bonding.

Whoa, whoa, hang on, I thought we
settled on big sister.

He was poisoned with
an industrial chemical.

No, tell Nanny that's awful.

I mean, if anything, I was thinking,
like, trendy cousin

that you go to for advice.

The poison was delivered in
a bottle of red wine called

Bard's Blessing.

- Got to go.
- You all right?

Erm... I think I swallowed a fly.

Perhaps you'll die?

Tell me, can anyone get in here?

Only employees are allowed in.

Mm-hm, but it's not locked,
I haven't seen any cameras.

You sound like you're planning
a heist. Is the wine that good?

Heavens, no.
Any more might be the death of me.

Don't leave town, Ms Brosnan.

We'll be in touch again soon.

All right.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bye, love.

He died in the garden.

My dear, sweet Dalton.

You were close.

He came round every Thursday.
Three till five,

wine and pastries in hand.

We'd perform together,
all the classics.

I know it was his job,
but he made me feel special.

Sounds so silly.

Not at all. No.

I have a barista I would
marry on the spot.

I've been lonely since
my husband died.

Dalton was the first person since
Hugh to make me laugh, and...

Sorry.

Sorry.

Thank you.

It's only blind luck
I didn't end up the same way.

Yeah, well, yeah,

we were wondering why you didn't
drink the wine.

I mean, it did seem a bit...

- Suspicious?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I know, the thing is...

...my GP changed my pills
earlier that week.

I was to steer clear of alcohol.

The police think that
a little too convenient.

Oh, don't worry about Keeler,

he can't have enough evidence
to arrest you.

Well, it's not for lack of trying.

I've been back and forth to the
police station like a yo-yo.

I'm pleased someone's finally
on my side.

Well, I can't promise anything.

I might not find
anything that helps you.

My main focus has to be my client.

Oh, of course.

"Our Antony has gone...

"..and there is nothing left
remarkable

"beneath the visiting moon."

Do you know, I think
Edie's innocent,

which would mean Dalton carried his
own murder weapon

to the scene of the crime.

Well, we'll look into
Dalton's background,

but our best bet is someone
tied to the agency.

Have you been looking at this?

Well, you know, you left your dating
app open for me to find, so...

But it's private. I don't want you
investigating my dates.

No, you're absolutely right.
I'm sorry.

Good. Don't do it again.

You really want to know what I've
found out, don't you?

- Yeah, maybe this one.
- Cheater.

Ah! I knew it.

He's cut his wife out of
the photo, hasn't he?

Pretending to be somebody else.

What, a catfish?

Oh, it's so hard to find
a European prince these days.

What about this one?

Pervert.No.

You remember that flasher we
arrested a year ago?

I didn't recognise him.

That's cos you can
only see his face.

And these are the ones
I've matched with.

I wonder how Seb's getting on.

We should ask Pollie to book him in
with Dalton's old clients.

Yeah, then he can flag up anyone

suspicious and we can
look into them.

Yeah.

Hey, we're going to crack this.

You mean the case,
don't you, not my love life?

In the names of all
the gods at once,

upon what meat doth this our
Caesar feed,

that he has grown so great?

Thou needst eat at Marco's Bistro.

Friends, Romans, hungry men,
lend me your ears.

It's all-you-can-eat pizza
night every Tuesday.

But beware the ides of starch
with our low-carb Caesar salads.

Et tu, Brute?

Yes, that's right.
It's two for one.

Then cry havoc.
And get thee to...

- Marco's Bistro.
- Marco's Bistro.

The gods of theatre will
never forgive us.

I'm doing what I love every day.

They've stopped clapping.

How could I be unhappy?

Oi, Dalton.

I mean, what's-your-name,
come here.

Marco's Bistro. Here we go.

You have to eat somewhere.

I've got a lot riding on this.

I won't let you down.

Remember, I took care of Dalton,
maybe I can take care of you.

That's it, I quit.

I just spent two hours debasing
The Winter's Tale

to sell hedge trimmers
for William Rakes & Shears.

Oh, poor you.

You've heard the line,
"Exit, pursued by a bear"?

I wasn't the bear.

What about your actual job?

Did you find out
anything suspicious?

Well, there was a customer this
morning trying to coerce Bernard

into doing something.

He said he'd,
"Taken care of Dalton".

We'll check it out. Oh, oh, oh.

Oh, shouldn't you go and see
a doctor about that?

No, no, no, I'm fine. Anything else?

There's something about Bernard.

He's very sensitive about Dalton,
and it isn't grief.

Well, I mean, I don't
mind feeling him out.

Yeah, I bet.

Oh, it's just, you know, I think
he'd probably respond to me better.

You know, he smells so amazing,
doesn't he?

Just with the oranges
and the cloves.

- He does. And that jawline.
- Yeah.

Don't blow my cover.
I have other clients to look into.

I won't.

That is the dodgy one
I told you about.

Whoa, no, no, no.

Lu?

Excuse me,
will you get out of my proposal?

Why has he got your ring?

I'm putting on a show.

It worked so well for the business,

I thought a bit of razzmatazz would
help seal the deal with my girl.

It's just that you said
you took care of Dalton.

And now he's dead, you do know that?

Yeah, and I'm very sad about it.

But obviously every time
he'd come to the restaurant,

he'd always eat for free.

Ooh. "Take CARE of him".

It's a misunderstanding.

What the hell are you doing?

I come out here
to show off how we make

a client's moment special,
and you show up.

Well, thank goodness I did.

Because, I mean,
what if I'd been a thief?

I could've took off with the ring.

No, you just took off with
a couple's happiest memory.

Well, technically we don't know
that yet, do we?

Cos she hasn't answered.
Will you? Is this going to work?

Are you proposing to her now?

Leave before I sue you
into oblivion.

Yeah, sorry.

Bernard.

Sorry, got to go.

I just need a minute
to talk about Dalton.

You're not going to let this go,
are you?

No.

The truth is,
Dalton seemed jealous of me.

Nipping at my heels,
trying to steal my clients.

That must've been hard for you.

It was sad, really.

I tried to be there for him,
but he spurned me.

I can't imagine why anyone would
want to reject you.

I mean, Dalton must've been mad.

Or maybe just in trouble.

I didn't say that.

When you say you were there
for him, when was that?

It's just a turn of phrase.

Oh, right,
like "a shoulder to cry on"?

I didn't say he was crying.

No, but you said he was upset.

Do you know, a problem shared
is a problem halved.

Well, the week before
Dalton's death,

he had a huge row with Ava.

Shouting, screaming.

Really? What about?

No idea.

But he left with
a face like thunder.

And now he's gone.

I should've tried harder
to be there.

Oh, it's not your fault.

You can't force someone
to accept help.

Thank you, Lu.

"For thou hast given me,
in this beauteous face,

"a world of earthly blessings
to my soul."

Oh, well, I mean,

if you need any more
earthly blessings,

then you know where I am.

Maybe over dinner?

Or not. I mean, whatever, I'm easy.

I mean, I'm not easy. I just, oh...

Hello?

Somebody there?

I'm from As You Like It.

About time. Come on in.

What's with the mask?

I'm a method actor.

You know what we're doing, right?

Act three, scene two of the Dream.

But I don't actually know
the occasion.

It's for the missus.
She loves all this stuff.

Ah, it's date night.
With you, your wife and me.

Very romantic.
Where would you like to go from?

The duel bit, obviously.

They don't actually duel,

but perhaps your fair lady would
like some verbal jousting.

"O, Helena. Goddess,
nymph, perfect, divine."

That's my missus you're
talking about.

Is her name actually Helena?

Handy. Ah, look.
You've got a balcony.

Why don't you shimmy up
and give her the full Romeo?

And then you won't need me.

No, I put my back out climbing
up there last time.

Right, it's almost time. Mask off.

I'd like to keep it on, please.

Come on.

What the hell are you doing here?

Moonlighting. Between you and me,
Frank and Lu could pay better.

- Leave now.
- OK.

Hang on.

You just happen to be working at

the same company where someone was
recently found dead?

You can't move for
murders around here.

You guys are investigating Dalton,
aren't you?

- That's the missus.
- I should go.

Wait.

The baby-sitter is only
here for two hours.

You're here now, so let's do it.

Not a word to Frank and Lu.

En garde.

And this was before his sword got
caught in his breaches.

He does look a bit "ruff".

Ooh, wait until Frank sees this.
He might even give me a raise.

You know what this means?

Keeler is luckier in
love than me. Keeler.

Yes, but who wears
feathery hats better?

Do you think? Yeah?

Hi.

Hi. What's going on?
Ava was super angry.

You made her look bad in
front of the buyer.

Ah, yeah, that's, well, that was
all part of a cunning plan,

actually to...

You traitor.

I knew you'd lead me
to your paymaster,

but I didn't think it would be you.

Ava?

You're a wolf in sheep's clothing.

And not the good wool,

the cheap polyester blend.

OK, let's not get oddly specific.

Pollie has every right to know
what happened to her boyfriend.

Don't get me started on you.
I'm surrounded by traitors.

Erm, well, no, I think what
we're trying to do...

What do you care?
You're only in it for the money.

Yeah, it is my job.

And it's my future.

You know, that sale is my one
chance to get set up for life.

What is the one photo on
my desk, Pollie?

A tropical beach.

And a villa.

And it's this close
to becoming reality

and I'm not going to let
you clowns risk it.

Pollie, you're fired.

Ava, please.

Yeah, good luck affording
your little saboteurs now.

I've got it.

What?

The perfect man. Kirby.

Runs his own business.

Is he the one who crafts ale
in his mum's basement?

He's very family-orientated.

Jim? You know Jim?

The barman at the Mallard.

He's 60.

Yeah, but he pulls a good pint.

Are all your perfect men just
a way for you to get free drinks?

That's a bonus.

Just stop it.
I don't need your help.

And I'm done.

I've been through all
of Dalton's client list.

No-one else is suspicious.

And Dalton's background
was clean too.

What about Edie?

You've talked to all his
clients except her.

The company refused her business,

for obvious health
and safety reasons.

It's a shame.
The thing is she's lonely.

She might open up
to Dalton's successor?

- I'm not going.
- You are.

I'll go and chat to Ava
about her row with Dalton.

For the love of...

Can I just hire you
to go on holiday for two weeks?

Course.
Shall we go halfies on that villa?

You're trespassing.

Why don't you call the police?

I'm sure they'd love to hear about
your big fight with Dalton.

Let me understand this,
you've cornered me,

a woman, on my own in the dark
so you can threaten me?

No-one's doing any cornering.

- Then you won't stop me from leaving?
- Of course not.

Well, I won't stop you either.
So goodbye.

Come on, there must be a reason why
you were fighting with Dalton.

If you must know,

when I found Dalton,
he was on the streets.

What, homeless?

Yeah, he was playing a living
statue outside Maybrook arcade.

I made him great.

So what changed?

Ava?

My stupid heart.

I fell in love.

You and Dalton?

We're having an affair,
right under Pollie's nose.

He was going to be a big part
of my new life on the beach,

until he ruined it all by
getting himself killed.

Was it Pollie you were
arguing about?

What else?

It's ironic, that, though, eh?

You firing Pollie
for being disloyal.

Well, then, now you get to explain

to Pollie that her precious man
was actually mine,

and then she has to pay you
for breaking her heart.

O happy dagger, this is thy sheath.

There... Oh.

...Rust...

...and... oh.

...let... Oh! ..Me.. Oh!

...DI-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E!

Wow, I...

A-a-a-a-a-a-ah!

Oh, hee-hee!

You make a wonderful Romeo.

Just the tonic I needed.

And your Juliet was spirited.

I mean it, Wolfe. Thank you.
Fit me in again soon, won't you?

My late husband, John, said I
had a taste for theatrics.

- Imagine what he'd say about all this.
- Mm-hm.

Did you perform all the
classics with Dalton?

He had a rare gift.

See, I heard a rumour
that other clients

weren't treated quite as well.

By Dalton? Never. If anything,
he was ill-served by the agency.

How do you mean?

They could've paid
better, for a start.

I know he was desperate to save up
for him and his girlfriend.

I helped him myself on occasion.

He asked you for money?

No, no. He tried to refuse it,

but I could tell he needed it.

It's so hard for young
people these days.

Did he take a lot?

What else have I got
to spend it on?

What money?

Dalton didn't tell you about
the extra cash from Edie?

No. He said that he was saving
for us from his wages.

He worked extra hours to do it
and I put some money in too.

So you had a shared bank account?

Well, no, I gave him cash.

Oh, but, um...

Er, this might help.

I was packing away Dalton's things,
and I found this.

Another blackmail letter?

Such penmanship.

Most blackmailers
never take the time.

I don't think it will help us,
though,

I mean, we're not handwriting
experts.

Look at these insults.

"You bull's pizzle",
"You stock fish". Savage.

Is it?

Mm, that means, in today's terms...

Wait, so, erm, so it doesn't help?

I thought when I found the note
that Dalton was guiding me to it.

Sounds stupid, I know.

- Oh, no.
- What?

That's another date
I'm going to have to cancel.

Lu, hi.

I thought we said Tuesday.

Call me old-fashioned,

but I think blackmail is more of
a third date thing, don't you?

The scent on the letter,
oranges and cloves,

same as the cologne you wear.

I wish I never started this whole
blackmail thing. I'm sorry.

That's very nice of you.

It's not the letter you should
be worried about.

You called the police?

No, we're always a step ahead
of the amateurs.

Not too busy off serenading, then?

I'm arresting you on suspicion of
the murder of Dalton Morley...

- I didn't kill him.
- I haven't finished yet.

...And for malicious
communications under the 1988 Act.

That... I did that. I'm no killer.

Lu, please.

Dalton came on the scene
and suddenly it was all about him.

He took what was mine.

Any confessions, please,
give them to the police officer.

I confess to being a fool.

I saw Dalton and Ava together,

and thought I could use their affair
to force Dalton into quitting.

And when that didn't work,

you got rid of your rival
for good, didn't you?

No.

Don't you think that murder's
maybe jumping the gun a bit?

He's got means,
motive and opportunity.

And I'm sure if we got
digital forensics to have

a look at his computer...

I was googling poisons for research,
to play Claudius from Hamlet.

And I wear a hat to keep my feet
dry. Get him in the car.

But, honestly, it's the truth.

Lu, Lu, you must believe me.

Cheer up, guys,
I've solved your case too.

Yeah, we'll see about that. OW.

You all right there, Frank?

The pace getting to you a bit,
is it?

You look like you need
a sit-down, old boy.

Tell you what, while you're
at it, go back to your car,

put your ruff on and do us a sonnet.

That was good.

Was that funny?

Are you OK?

Yeah, just a twinge.

Bernard?

That makes sense.

But we don't know for sure that
he killed Dalton.

But the police think so.

Well, look, at least you're safe.

But I've got no job, I've just found
out that I lost my boyfriend

to Ava long before he died.

No offence, but part of me wishes
I'd never hired you.

I tell you what, you can fill in our
client satisfaction survey later on.

It's fine.

The truth will set you free, right?

How do you feel about snakes?

Stop it. Stop trying to set me up.
I'm fine, all right?

Sherlock Holmes was single.

I'm reclaiming spinsterhood
for the PIs.

So that's a no to a taxidermist.

There's something not right
about Bernard's arrest.

I think we're missing something.

Yeah, we can't be sure...

Where did you say you
hurt your foot again?

Above the toes, below the ankle.

You know what I mean.

Near the Mallard, but I was sober.

Right, and the quickest way back

to your house from there
would be to walk past

the restaurant I was
having my date in.

I took the scenic route.

And my date swore that he
heard monkeys laughing,

which is what you sound like
every time you hurt your foot.

I saw a monkey in A&E.

Right. If I ask the
restaurant for their CCTV,

I wouldn't see you
chasing after the tow truck

and getting my handbag, then, no?

If I'd known I'd be
hobbling around all week,

I wouldn't have bothered.
Why didn't you say something?

What, and have you thinking
I'm stalking you? No chance.

Frank.

You'll have to tell Sebastian I have
cracked the case of Frank's foot.

If you can find him.
He hasn't been in all afternoon.

I think he's having
a session with Edie.

Now this is odd.

Edie told Sebastian that her dead
husband was called John.

It's a common name.

But it's not the one she gave me.

She told me it was Hugh.

What, she's making up
a dead husband?

I don't know,

but there's something
suspicious about her.

You're kind to come back
and perform with me again.

No, you're so kind to be
understanding about my chicanery.

I just couldn't have you left
thinking you were a murder suspect.

It's such a relief.

To tell the truth, I felt guilty.

I poured the wine into his cup.

You can't blame yourself.

Tea, my dear?

Yeah, thank you. Thanks, then, bye.

That was the Coroner's Office.
Hugh Brosnan died in 2004.

And his death was registered
as accidental impalement.

Find anything about John?

Um, Edie married
a Dr John Fairfax in '91.

I'm not sure what happened.

Right, well, I'll ring Sebastian,
shall I?

See if he can get any answers.

Oh, it looks like hubby number one
didn't make it either.

Why? What happened?

It just says "decapitation".

Really? Two husbands, both dead.

Impalement, beheaded,
poisoned, they all sound so...

Dead?

No, like...

Musical?

No.

Shakespearean.

He's not answering.

And he's not at home?

OK, I'm just checking
Edie's house now.

Sebastian! Don't panic, I know CPR.

Eugh! No. I live. I live.

We were just workshopping
a more grounded death performance.

Yeah, obviously.
I mean, I knew that.

That's, erm...
I was just role playing, so...

I was just passing, so...

Cup of tea?

Yes, that would be lovely.
Thank you, great.

You've suffered many tragedies.

Why do you want to
keep acting them out?

My therapist thinks it's to regain
some control over the trauma.

Who knows?

I miss them both dreadfully.

You're the first to find out
my past and believe me.

But the truth is,

I haven't been honest.

Not another husband, is it?

Sometimes when Dalton
was in the bathroom,

he'd get a message, and I'd...

...I'd take a peek.

What did you find?

Dalton was stealing money from work,
and his girlfriend found out.

He was ripping off As You Like It?

Is that why you gave him cash,
so he wouldn't have to steal?

Perhaps it wasn't enough.

Sounds like it was never
enough for Dalton.

I know I should've told someone,

but I couldn't risk losing Dalton.

But then I did anyway.

Just like all the men I've loved.

Why didn't Pollie tell us she'd
caught him stealing?

Who's Pollie?

Dalton's girlfriend.

Erm...

...no.

No, her name was Ana. No.

Ava.

And I know that we have
suffered some recent setbacks,

but, you know, the greatest art
springs from tragedy. So...

Oh, excuse me just one moment.

What are you doing here?

I'm going to tell the buyer what
a two-faced, scheming liar you are.

No, no, no, you can't do that.

I don't work for you any more,
remember?

Pollie, please. Just hear me out.

You stole my boyfriend.
What is there left to say?

Well, don't you want to know why?

Pollie, come on.
Let's go somewhere quiet.

Come on.

Look, Pollie,
I know that you are hurt,

but we don't want to ruin the deal.

I don't care about your
stupid deal.

How much to make you care?

You can't just buy people's grief.

Well, what do you want, then?

I want you to feel like I do.

I gave you and Dalton everything.

I want you to feel as stupid
as I do, as small.

Pollie, let's just have
a drink and then...

You were about to try and kill me.

She's had plenty of practice.

What do you mean?

She killed Dalton.
And it wasn't over a broken heart.

Dalton was stealing from
the business.

You found out, didn't you,
and had it out with him?

He stole my future.

He drained the account dry.

I... I'm the victim here.

Cheated by a cheater, was it?

I had to use every last penny just

to keep this place afloat
long enough to get bought out.

So that's your excuse, is it?

You killed him for the good
of the company?

He hurt you, so you hurt him back.

Didn't he deserve it?

He could've been there right with
me, with cocktails, in paradise.

He just ruined everything.

The last time we met
I even gave him a chance.

We were going to be together.

Yeah, well, it's not going to
happen, is it, OK?

He could have paid me the money back
and he just laughed at me.

He could have been with me,
he just laughed at me.

So I... I swapped the wine.

Thank you.

I need to go.

You knew he was never going
to give you back that money,

because you and him are the same.

You deserved each other.

Did you find it?

DS Keeler.

Sebastian.

You know, I think Dalton is the one
to blame for all this, really.

Well, it's not like he got off
lightly, is it?

You're welcome, by the way.

Didn't find the poison, though,
did you?

No, but I found this antifreeze in
the store cupboard.

Check out the principal ingredient.

Ethylene glycol.

Lucky guess.

Oh, Sebastian has got
some crimson breeches

if you want to borrow them.
I don't know if you're interested.

All civilians,
off the crime scene now, please.

Yes, my Lord.

My liege.

Oh, why are we walking this way?

You'll see.

Sebastian, do you think
Pollie will land OK?

I hope so.

Perhaps she'll start up her own
version of As You Like It.

I thought you were against
all that.

A little more Shakespeare in
the world can never be a bad thing.

Even if they are
flogging meatballs.

Are you all right? Is it your foot?

You know I keep promising
you the perfect date.

Well, he's in there.

You can do all that wining
and dining you keep going on about.

Ooh, that's exciting.

Oh, I see what's going on.

Yeah, Cupid is about to work his
magic right in there.

Oh, you didn't need to do that.

What are friends for?

Exactly.

This is a dinner date
with you two, isn't it?

Just to show me I'm not alone.

No, it's...
Oh, Frank, that is sweet.

Just... just go in.

You don't have to do this.

- I have got everything I need right here.
- Wha...

We don't need to go in there and
spend half of what we just earned

- to prove it.
- No, it's...

Who wants a drink at
the Mucky Mallard?

Lead on.