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Coffee, tea, orange juice?

Coffee, tea, orange juice?

Coffee. Milk, no sugar,
and make it snappy.

Yes, sir.

Certainly, sir.

Oh, careful not to spill it
all over my suit.

Enjoy your coffee.

Stop.

Hold it right there.

Carmel, can you tell her
where she went wrong?

You wouldn't look him in the eye.

And you forgot to smile.

A little light touch on the shoulder

never goes astray, either.

That's right, Carmel.

Make him feel like a prince.

Okay, girls.

Emergency procedure.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your captain speaking.

We have an emergency and need
to evacuate the aircraft.

One, ensure all loose items
are secured.

Two, handbags to be placed under seats.

Three, cigarettes must be put out.

Four, all passengers
to be leaning forward,

heads to chest, arms on laps.

And remember our smile, girls.

Because when we stay calm...

They stay calm.

It belonged to James' mother.

Oh, it's beautiful, Peregrine.

It's a little bit loose.

I'll have to eat some more sausages.

Or you could simply
have the ring resized.

And skip a sausage diet?

No, thank you.

You're getting married, Peregrine!

Oh, I'm so happy for you!

I see congratulations are in order.

Yes, and we must mark the occasion.

Oh, of course!
Champagne!

Ah, the good stuff.
I'll get the glasses.

Was that before or after I demonstrate

the North South Mount followed
by the Anaconda Choke Hold?

- Jujitsu requires a clear mind.
- Right.

Uh, what about Friday afternoon?

Drinks and canapés on the veranda?

Oh, no, I don't want a fuss.

Nonsense!

Fuss we must.

I will check on the health
of the cellars.

- Oh, I'll give you two hands.
- Oh, just one hand.

You don't approve?

Oh, no, no, I like James.

I do. I do.
It's, um...

It's the marital institution
that I have a problem with.

It does something to men.

Makes them feel like they have to act

like a ship's captain or something.

James is different.

Well, maybe he is.

If that's the case, congratulations.

Thank you, Birdie.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Alright, that's enough of that.

You're lucky I didn't throw you
in a double-leg takedown.

Shall we begin?

- Oss!
- Oss!

April Barrett's her name.

She was one of our best
and brightest trainee hostesses

here at Australian Imperial Airlines.

When did you last see April alive?

Yesterday, at the end of class.

How did she seem?

Quite normal.

And the other trainees?
Who were her friends?

Well, April didn't really
mix with the others very much.

She was quite focused
on earning her wings.

I'll need her belongings.
I'll need to speak to everyone.

No one is to leave until
I've taken their statement.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Cor!

Who are you?

Gus Selby.
Amenities.

Well, give your details
to the constable, please.

And you're not to touch this room

or anything else
that's marked as a crime scene.

Am I clear?

There's signs of a scuffle
up there on the flight deck.

Blood smear at head height
on the back wall.

I'm thinking that she was killed there

and her body concealed in
the landing chute by her killer.

So when the chute was activated...

Out she popped.

Yes, and we found this.

Stopped working at 7:30.

Body was in there
first thing this morning

when everyone arrived,
so we're looking at last night.

That'll do for time of death

until we get confirmation
from the coroner.

- Mm.
- Detective Steed,

I have a key to April's locker,
if you'd like to come with me.

Yes, thank you.
Uh, sir, this...

Everybody in the country knows
Miss June Montgomery, Steed.

- She's a national icon.
- Mm.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I'm Chief Superintendent Percy Sparrow.

Chief Superintendent.

And it's
Mrs. Montgomery Jones now.

A tragedy.

Mrs. Montgomery Jones'
pretty smile

was plastered across
every billboard in the country.

Made me part with two years
coppers savings

on an AIA flight to Honolulu!

Ohh!
Did I attend to you?

Oh, I wish you had.

I'll see you back
at the station, Steed.

This way.

Empty.

Was that usual?

I don't monitor their lockers,
Detective.

Who was last to leave last night?

I was.

What time would that have been?

7:00, 7:30.

You didn't see or hear anything?
Shouts? Sounds of a struggle?

- No, I'm sorry.
- Well, from your office,

you would have had a full view
of all the comings and goings.

Are you sure you didn't
hear anything at all

out of the ordinary?

You'll think I'm mad, but...

I could have sworn I heard a horse.

A horse?

I know.

Why would she hear a horse?

The night cart or dairy.

Who knows?
We're looking into it.

You've been saddledwith a lot
of responsibility, haven't you?

I considered being an air hostie once.

Mainly for all the free travel.

What about the other girls?
Did they give you anything?

Uh, no. Not yet.
They were too shaken up.

I went through two Kleenex boxes
for scant information.

Oh.

Sounds like you need
a woman's touch, hmm?

Must be hard for a man
to tell either way sometimes

which tears are real
and which crocodilian.

No.

- What?
- To you going undercover.

Undercover?

Now, there's an idea.

No, thank you.
I think I'll manage.

Oh, you'll manage better with me

sorting all the crocodiles
from the horses.

- Peregrine, it is not a case...
- Ah!

Things are different now.
We never have to be apart.

It doesn't work like that.

Of course it does.

No, you'd make a terrible air hostess.

- Why?
- Because you have to...

follow the rules.

I do have trouble doing what I'm told.

- Back in a sec.
- No, where are you going?

I'm going to find an outfit
for my job interview.

Flight 7 to Auckland,

this is your final boarding call.

Flight 7 to Auckland,
your final boarding call.

Thanks.

- 707.
- It's incredible.

If I could fly one aircraft for
the rest of my life, that's it.

Some blokes still hold a candle
for the Connies, but not me.

The 07's the future.

They taking care of you?

I'm interviewing
for the hostess school.

You've got the job.

I have?

If it was up to me.

Come on.

You'd better meet my better half.

It's all I've dreamt of,

since I first saw you,
Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

Those adverts.
"Come fly with me."

Well, I didn't just want
to fly with you.

I wanted to beyou.

Pity you weren't inspired to
get your application in sooner.

We're mid-course and we're not
accepting any more trainees.

- Oh.
- Hang about, June.

She has the look.

Nice smile.

Her smile or her legs?

You know the pressure
we're under from the airline.

I will not drop my standards

just to meet company quotas.

So put her through her paces.

See what she's got.

What did you say your name was?

Peregrine Fisher.

Read, Miss Fisher,
from the bottom two lines.

All AIA hostesses
must be under 10 stone,

under 35 years old, have 20/20 vision,

and must not be married.

Problem with any of those conditions?

No, of course not.

M, K, A, W, C,

P, E, Z, O, L.

Hm.

Let's get you kitted out.

Perfect.

Girls, this is Peregrine Fisher.

I expect you to bring her up
to speed on her silver service.

Silver service sounds tricky.

Don't expect anyone to give you
a leg up, slender hips.

Easy, Carmel.

Well, it's alright for you, May.

Your place is practically guaranteed.

I mean, look at her.

How do I compete with that?

Legs up to her armpits,
just like April.

I'm not here to steal anybody's job.

Do we walk 20 paces and turn around

or battle it out here and now?

Uh, Carmel, I need to go back
over your statement

before you leave today.

What was that all about?

The police.

Someone murdered April.

Oh, my God!

April?

The one with legs up to her

I need a smoke.

Carmel?

Hopefully June hasn't
cleared out the gin already.

Don't say that!

Do you need some help over there?

We're fine.

Let me have a go.

- May I?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow.

April's other locker, where she stashed

the duty-free cigarettes
we're not allowed to have.

Huh.

No use to her now.

Oh!
Thank you.

Where did you learn to...

Oh!
I used to be a hairdresser.

I spent a lot of time
around bobby pins.

I'm surprised Jones let you in
halfway through our training.

The more staff they can
train up, the better, I guess.

Still, they are looking
for the right girl.

- Plenty don't make the cut.
- You will, though, May.

They need me for
the "cherry blossom" route.

Melbourne, Sydney, Tokyo.

Oh.
Right.

Oh.

That's April.

She looks nice.

She wasn't?

I suppose she was alright.

Bit nosy.

She was supposed to be
the new face of the airline.

How did Mrs. Montgomery Jones
feel about that?

Just need to give the room a once-over.

Now, girls, don't you worry.

I'll be keeping an eye out for you all.

Any trouble, you come see old Gus.

Are you alright?

Your hand's shaking.

None of us got much sleep last night.

Well, it's no wonder.

You're probably still in shock, I bet.

I better go talk to the policeman.

Hm.

You said you left
the training school around 7:00.

Classes finish at 5:00.

May and I stayed back

to practice our first-class service.

Was April with you?

No, it was just me and May.

We passed April in the corridor

on the way to the cabin at some stage.

What time would that have been?

- 6:00-ish.
- Was she with anyone?

Not then, no, but sometime later,

I did hear her speaking to the captain.

- Captain?
- Jones.

June's husband.

He has this deep,
dreamy baritone voice.

Did you catch what he and April
were talking about?

No.
I'm sorry.

No, no. Thank you.
That's all for now.

What are you doing?

April had a secret
locker full of alcohol

and duty-free cigarettes and...

these.

You'd better ask Captain Jones

why he was writing checks
to the victim.

If there's anything else
I can help you with, sir,

please don't hesitate to ask.

Carmel, one of the hostesses,

puts Captain Jones and April together

shortly before she was murdered.

Good.

And I found that in April's locker.

Oh, well, let's see how
the captain explains this.

- Good work, Steed.
- Now, you ought to know, sir,

- I've applied for a promotion.
- Right.

Now that I'm engaged to be married,

I could do with the extra income.

Oh, you're getting married!

Oh, that's nice.
Who's the lucky lady?

No.

Well, she really got her claws
into you, didn't she?

I'm counting on your support, sir.

Well, you'd better solve this,
then, hadn't you?

Captain Jones.

Thank you for coming.
Take a seat.

Happy to assist in any way.

We'd like to know about your
relationship with the victim.

Uh, April was one
of our young hopefuls.

You write checks
for all your young hopefuls?

April was finding it hard
making ends meet.

I gave her a loan to help out
with the rent.

- Oh, so this was a one-off?
- Yes.

See, your bank manager tells us
you've been paying April

£20 a week for the past six weeks.

Was she your bit on the side?

No, nothing like that.

Like I said, I was simply
helping out with the rent.

When did you last see April?

Uh, Monday morning.

- You sure about that?
- Positive.

Why are you lying to us, Captain Jones?

Witnesses put you together
Monday night,

- the night of April's murder.
- That's impossible.

I was 30,000 feet above
the Tasman at the time.

Here.

My flight logs.

Counter-signed by my co-pilot.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If it wasn't Captain Jones,
what about his wife?

- June?
- Mm.

No alibi.

You think her motive was jealousy?

Mm, maybe not just about her husband.

April stole her career.

She was being groomed to be
the new face of the airline,

and she was about to knock June
off her perch.

And she'd kill for that?

Of course.

It was June's life.

What else have you got for me?

I've got particles tangled up
in April's hair.

And the same particles were
found on the staircase trail

leading up to where April was murdered.

- Interesting.
- Mm.

I'll have Violetta take a look at it.

I've already given an evidence
bag to myforensic team.

Violetta taughtmost
of your forensic team.

Mm.

Anything else?

Is this for Violetta, too?

Open it.

So I'm keen on the Bellevue.

A little out of my price range,
but the Beauvista

is probably more sensible
for the size block.

And we can always extend on it later.

Plans allow for that.

You bought acreage?

Three-quarters of an acre.
Here.

X marks the spot.

It's just a deposit at this stage.

Oh!
Well, this is a surprise.

Yeah, that was the idea.

I thought you'd be excited
to build our own place

and make it exactly the way
that we want it to be.

- You don't like my house?
- Of course I do.

But... things are different now,
like you said.

We need space to grow.

A big backyard.

I grew up in a caravan.
I never had a backyard.

Yeah, but every kid needs space
to run around in.

Mm.

Hm?

Violetta, James found these
particles at the crime scene.

If we, and by that I mean you,

can determine its exact
chemical compound,

it might just lead us to our killer.

I'll give it a crack shot.

Either/or, my sweet.
Crack or shot, not both.

Oh!
Thank you, Samuel.

Now, I have something new for you.

Oh, goody!

Uh, on the surface,
a perfectly usable perfume.

Mm.

Push the bottom, however,

and you have an emergency light source.

- Huh?
- Oh!

Rated three candle power
and completely waterproof.

And what's this?

Uh, it's... it's a Bible.

No, but what is it really?

It is... It is as it appears.
A Bible.

You're not looking to convert?

No! No, no.
I'm just looking for loopholes.

Ah, well, now, I will need
some idea of the numbers

for Friday's celebration.

What are we celebrating?

Your engagement, apparently.

Oh, right!
Yes.

Um, I'm thinking small, very small.

I'll look into this right away,
Peregrine.

Mm.

Would you like a whiskey?

James has bought a parcel of land.

We're going to build a house... home.

My place, I mean,
with all its bright colors

and modern, hard lines,
it's not very kid-friendly.

I didn't know you were kid-friendly.

Well, I'm not particularly.

I mean, not right at
this moment in time.

But that could change, couldn't it?

You're asking the wrong person.

I only pretended to be married once.

Undercover.

It scared the living daylights
out of me.

Why?

The expectations of a wife,
well... well, they're different.

People treat you differently.
They think of you differently.

And no matter how hard you try,

very difficult to be evenly matched.

But we areevenly matched.

Oh, I know, I know.

Your Aunt Phryne,
she was my role model.

Oh, she was an extraordinary woman.

Even compared to the women
who come here,

she was just extraordinary.

But a life like that,
it just doesn't happen.

She went after it
with everything she had.

She never compromised her ideals.

She never compromised
her freedom to pursue them.

She made that life, Peregrine.

You have that in you, too.

To be... extraordinary.

I mean, if you want it.

9 stone 10. Hmm.

You've lost a pound.
Well done, Eloise.

Good girl.
Right.

I see you, Carmel.

Come on.
Let's get this over with.

Up, up, up.

Come on, Carmel.

10 stone 3!

For mercy's sake, Carmel!

Stick to the Slimmits.

And skip lunch, or you'll be
bursting out of that uniform.

I've been trying,
Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

Self-discipline is all it takes.

Off.

I bet if I step on those scales,
I weigh exactly the same

as I did when I first
became a stewardess.

8 stone 2.

Without one Slimmit.

What did I tell you?

Detective, how can I help you?

A word, if I may.

Certainly.

You and your husband,
you were assisting April.

Well, April was having
financial difficulties.

My husband and I
decided to help her out.

Why would you do that?

We couldn't afford to lose her.

The airline had already invested
heavily into promoting her.

Replacing you for her.

Did you kill April?

'Course I didn't!

Mrs. Montgomery Jones,
you have no alibi.

You tell me you were in your office

at the time of the murder.
Is that the truth?

Well, I wasn't in my office
the whole time.

I went to sick bay at some point.

I had women's issues.

Oh.
Um, from when to when?

From 7:00 p.m.
to around when I left.

Say, 7:30.

Oh, right after I heard the horse.

We've checked that.

There's no dairy run, no night cart.

No horse.

Him! Ask him!
He'll back me up.

He and I left the building
at the same time.

Go on.
Go on, tell the detective.

Uh, sorry, ma'am.
Tell him what?

You and I on Monday night left
the building at the same time.

No, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.
You have the wrong bloke.

I only started work on the Tuesday.

You must have me confused
with someone else.

Oh, May, I'll never get my wings

if I don't drop the pounds.

'Course you will.

You beat everyone
on silver service, hands down.

And emergency protocol.

You know, in reality,

I'm not sure how calm I'll be
in an emergency.

If we're plummeting to the earth
from 20,000 feet up

with seconds left to live,

I don't think
I'll be following protocol.

Or remembering to round my vowels.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your cabin crew here

just letting you know from now on in,

it's every girl for herself.

Now, where's the champagne, hey?

Oh!

Mayday!

She's loony!

Isn't she?

You girls are welcome
to come by my place tonight

if you want some
cocktail-mixing practice.

I have a fully stocked fridge
and I make a mean mai tai.

- Yes.
- Yes!

What in God's name is going on?

Practicing.

I'm giving you the opportunity
of a lifetime!

Don't throw it all away!

So sorry, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

I was just trying to lighten the mood,

after what happened to poor April.

Are you alright?

Sometimes it helps
to talk about things.

Do you know I was presented
to the Queen

at Buckingham Palace in '62?

I still have the teaspoon
here somewhere.

You must have some wonderful stories.

We were forever being invited
to the top parties.

I've danced with the Sultan of Brunei.

And I even shared the same seat
in the same cocktail bar in Nice

where Cary Grant
had been just an hour earlier.

Oh, Cary Grant.

What a dish.

Not a patch on my Errol.

It doesn't seem fair that you
should have to give up flying

just because you got married.

Rules are the rules.

Hey, you!
Wait, wait, wait.

I have a bone to pick with you!

Hey, what was all that business

about you saying to the police
about not seeing me?

I distinctly recall you watching
as I climbed into my car.

You were talking to May.

You have me confused
with another bloke.

No mistake!

Oh!

A horse?

According to Violetta,

it's the same chemical structure
as the first batch,

which means we have a direct link

between June's office
and the murder scene.

Any luck finding out what they are?

All she can tell me is that
they're neither animal,

mineral, or vegetable.

Oh, June wasn't imagining the horse.

- We checked that out.
- No, I heard it!

- When?
- When I was snooping around.

I thought you were working late.

- Oh.
- I'm sorry.

For before.
I didn't mean to rush you.

All that talk about houses and kids.

Oh!
They're multiplying.

Yesterday you said "kid."

How many were you planning?

I don't know.
Uh, three?

Well, how about you?

I hadn't really thought about it.

Well, like I said, there's no rush.

Uh, have to build, have
somewhere to put everybody.

You expecting someone?

Carmel and May are coming over
to mix some cocktails

so I can dig for some more information.

Are you crazy?
They're potential murderesses.

Well, I shall be very, very careful.

Uh, Peregrine!

- We're here!
- Come on up!

I'm still here!

Trust me.

Oh!

Oh, wow, is this all yours?

It was my aunt's place.
Make yourselves at home.

It's amazing!

Mai tai?

Coroner's report came in.

Oh, ah, no.
Just give me the nuts and bolts.

It's a blow to the head, basically.

And the bruising to the chest region

suggests that someone pushed her.

Got into a catfight,
copped a don't argue.

There's other small abrasions, too.

Her little finger was broken.

But that most likely
happened in the fall.

Mm.

Oh, uh, I had a chat to the
brass about your promotion.

Thank you, sir.

It probably means a move
to another station.

Boondocks somewhere.

Well, we all have to do our time.

I've done my time, sir.

Here, in this station,
this neighborhood.

Yeah, well, I don't make the rules.

You have influence.

Is it because of who I'm marrying, sir?

You will not find happiness
with little fish, son.

You just won't.

She'll want to do things her way.

She'll want to make her own decisions.

- We make decisions together.
- Don't make me laugh.

If you want to make it as a detective,

you need to toughen up.

Boo!

♪ I won't care ♪

♪ I won't cry ♪

♪ If you're there ♪

♪ I'll get by ♪

- ♪ I won't care ♪
- ♪ I won't care ♪

- ♪ Long as I have you ♪
- ♪ Long as I have you ♪

The Atlantic run.

New York City.
Take in a Broadway musical.

That's my number one.

Paris for me.

The Arc de Triomphe.

Notre Dame.

The Eiffel Tower.

Well, here's to the three of us
meeting up

somewhere exotic in 12 months' time.

That's if we're not
already married first.

Don't do it.
That's my motto.

There's no way it won't be
a terrible mistake.

Of course, we should all be
flying the damn planes,

is what we should be doing,

instead of working
as glorified waitresses.

Well, don't look at me like that.

It's not such a crazy idea.
There's plenty of female pilots.

Amelia Earhart.

Nancy Bird Walton.

My own Aunt Phryne.

Shh!
I heard something.

What's that?

Stay here, both of you.

Hey, stop!

I'll call the police.

No need.

Oh!

Oh, watch my finger!
Aah!

Pass me your scarf, Carmel!

Help me roll him over.

Gus?

I've made a citizen's arrest.

You should have called me.

I had the situation under control.

You take far too many risks.

I thought that's what
you liked about me.

Very strange, though.

He broke into myhouse,

but then he ran straight past me
like I wasn't even there.

Maybe this scared him.

Did you work out what these are?

- Yeah, contact lenses.
- What?

They work just like glasses,

except you put them right on your eyes,

and they're completely invisible.

- How amazing.
- Mm.

Hang on, the first thing that
June did was test my eyesight.

You have to have 20/20 vision
as a hostie.

The airline insists upon it.

Wearing those, no one
would have been the wiser.

April had a secret.

Louis Sharousky.

Yes, I'll look into that.

- I should get back to the girls.
- Mm, it's a good idea.

You're starting to crack.

I hope it hasn't put you off.

It'd take much more than that.

Why are you following
those young women?

Just looking out for them.

After what happened
to that other girlie.

I thought I'd follow them,
make sure they got home alright.

So you broke in to reassure them?

I wasn't breaking in.
It was a misunderstanding.

Oh, and this was because
you were expecting snow?

I'm charging you
with breaking and entering.

I expect to add more charges later.

Like the murder of April Barrett.

What?
No, you can't get me for that.

I hadn't even started working there.

I am the one who should be
laying charges,

after what that crazy bird did to me.

That's enough, Mr. Selby.
That's enough.

You can explain the rest
to a magistrate in the morning.

What if he comes back?

He's not coming back.

Hear that?
You're safe.

Why would a cleaner
break in here, though?

He's a creep.

He doesn't need a reason.

You were pretty brave before.

Oh!

When did you learn jujitsu?

Oh, I'm still learning.
I'm a work in progress.

But I have a very good teacher.

My dad taught me.

Oh, wow.

Not for me.

No, I'm fine, thanks.

A synthetic form of asbestos, maybe?

The crumbs are crumbs!

Slimmits crumbs.

No, no, Peregrine.
This is not food grade.

Most likely highly toxic.

Well, it's certainly toxic.

Making women feel embarrassed
about their bodies

to sell biscuits, it's revolting.

I believe you're right, Peregrine.

- Detective Steed.
- James.

- They're crumbs.
- Crumbs?

Biscuit crumbs that give us
a direct link

between June's office
and the crime scene.

Well, June might be involved.
I don't think she's our killer.

- What makes you say that?
- Because June's an old soak.

I smelled it on her breath

and found her secret stash
hidden in the sick bay.

Which is where she said she was
at the time of the murder.

Then who?

Her husband, Captain Jones.

He's back squarely in the frame.

I thought you said he had an alibi.

He lied.
He faked it.

He had a co-pilot mate
sign off on the logs,

but he never flew that plane.

But what reason did he have
to murder her?

You know those contact lenses?

See, I called the optometrist,

and they never had an April Barrett

on the client list,
but they did have an E. Jones.

April was blackmailing the captain,

holding his contact lenses as ransom.

Get him in.

Mm, I've just sent someone
to pick him up.

Oh, you are good.

Goodbye, Peregrine.

Very evenly matched.

Okay, I did meet April
at 6:30 that night.

- And?
- I told her it was over.

She wasn't going to get
any more money. That was it.

- Then?
- Then I left.

I didn't lay a finger on her.
She was alive when I left her.

It's true about the lenses.

I planned to get a second set made up,

and that's where I was heading.

I was at the optometrist getting fitted

when I should have been
flying that plane.

- What time was that?
- I had a 7:00 p.m. appointment.

It lasted approximately one hour.

My optometrist will alibi me.
Call him.

Why didn't you just tell me that

the first time that we interviewed you?

If it became public knowledge

that I had anything but 20/20 vision,

they wouldn't let me fly.

Did your wife know about the blackmail?

- No, she had no idea.
- Are you sure about that?

Steed?
You're needed elsewhere.

Calm down, girls.

Remember, if we're calm, they're calm.

What is going on?

There's been another murder.

I thought you arrested him.

Magistrate must have granted bail.

Why did he come back here?
What was he after?

Or whom.

I need to get back in June's office.

Well, I'll give you some time.

Well, who saw anything?

Mrs. Montgomery Jones,
did you see anything?

What are you doing in my office?

- I can explain.
- No, it's okay, Peregrine.

Mrs. Montgomery Jones
needs to do the explaining.

You need to accompany me
to the station.

No, James, I was wrong.

June didn't kill April.

Must have been a terrible thing
after all those adventures

to suddenly have everything
grind to a halt.

Your husband was facing
the same fate, too,

if April spilled the beans
about his eyesight.

Who are you?

Just someone who likes to get
to the bottom of things.

The crumbs, you said yourself.

June didn't leave the crumb trail.

The tear in the uniform proves it.

Tear? What tear?

You haven't put on an ounce of weight

since you first wore that uniform,

so you can't have split the seam,

and you don't eat Slimmits.

Peregrine, I am still in the dark here.

I'm sorry, I led you down the
wrong crumb trail for a moment,

but I can make it up to you.

Quickly, before they get away.

Going somewhere, ladies?

Think we need to have a chat.

It wasn't June who laid
the trail of crumbs,

but you, Carmel.

You idolized
Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

And April teased you about
your obsession, didn't she?

The torn uniform, the Slimmits crumbs.

They put you at the scene, too.

But you didn't kill her.

April hunted people's weak spots
to blackmail them.

Yours was your weight.
Captain Jones' is his eyesight.

And, May, yours was that
you're married, aren't you?

Which means you couldn't be a hostess.

Married?
To whom?

Gus Selby, the cleaner.

The way you reacted, like you knew him

and were scared of him.

And I noticed that Gus
had a bruised pinkie.

I didn't think much about it
until I saw the coroner's report

and realized that April
had the same injury.

A common jujitsu injury.

And May knew jujitsu.

But it was what you said to me
at my house

when we were talking about marriage.

There's no way it won't be
a terrible mistake.

And April found out.

May killed April.

Aah!

She threatened to go to the
airline unless I paid her money.

I begged her.

If I didn't earn my wings,
I'd never get away from him.

I never meant to kill her!

It's okay.

But you did mean to kill Gus.

He got the job here
just to torment you.

And you knew he'd never
let you live your life.

It shouldn't make a difference
whether we're married.

I tried to get a divorce.

If it wasn't for that stupid rule...

How did you figure it all out?

Because of the horse.

June heard clip-clopping that
night, but it wasn't equine.

What I can't quite work out is,
why did you cover it up?

Because it wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

That was unconventional but effective.

That's my motto.

What time we all gathering?

- Hmm?
- The engagement drinks.

- They're still on, yeah?
- Yes. Yes.

- Uh, 6:00-ish I think.
- Okay.

I'll see you there, then.

Mm-hmm.

Are we on?

Not quite.

Peregrine's running late.

I've been deliberating on our,
uh... our situation,

um, and despite all the rules

and the, uh... the commandments
and the "thou shalt nots,"

there is very little specificity

when it comes to what precisely
constitutes forbidden relations

between a man and a woman.

I'll give you an example.
Um...

Now, I would have thought that's okay.

Yes.

And, uh... A-And this?

Yes.

And, uh... And this?

Yes.

And what about this?

I'm not so sure.

Would you like me to stop?

Mm, not just yet.

Ah!

Ohh.

She's a terrible cook, you know.

- Peregrine.
- I'm sorry.

That's alright.

Come.

I was going to call,
and then that wasn't right.

- Well, that sounds ominous.
- No, not really.

It's just I don't think we need
to make a big fuss tonight.

I'll explain to the others.

We don't get to talk
very much, you and I.

We talk all the time.

Not about the things
that are close to our hearts.

There's so much that I still
don't know about you.

- Like what?
- Oh, I don't know.

Like what football team
you barrack for.

Well, I'm from
the Western District, Geelong.

Whether you believe
in capital punishment.

- Peregrine.
- You buying that land.

That would have been something

that would have been good
to talk about.

I just wanted that to be a surprise.

It definitely was that.

But I have a house,
and I like it very much.

Well, I'm sure that there
is a way through this.

That's what I'm saying.

We need to talk about our future.

About our expectations.

And I need to have some
conversations with myself

about what I want for my life.

But...

...this thing, it...

it gets in the way of everything.

It... It started this ball rolling,

and now it's all about the ball

and not about what it should be about.

So you don't want to marry me?

No. No, that's not
what I'm saying.

I... Oh, I...

I want to be with you so much.

I want to know you better.

Can't we just hold things as they are

for a few precious moments first?

Sure.

James.

James!

Murder near Hartford.

Yeah, you grew up out that way,
didn't you?

- Son.
- Dad.

"PEREGRINE" Oh, who's the happy couple?

Mr. Ian Carruthers. He's from
the next-door property.

I suspect this goes with it.

You might want to ask Ian
what the C stands for.

- Hello, Sally.
- Jim!

Sally could have popped by from
next door and stabbed Eddie.

Can't we go back
to how things were before?

When did you want to marry me?

I didn't realize it was common

for young ladies to do detective work.

Oh, it isn't.
But I'm not common.