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Morning, mother,
Stefanie.

I did ask everyone
to be punctual.

-But, uh...
-Yes, thank you very much, uh...

It's not a board meeting,
Jasper.

How are you, Mammy?

I'm fine, I'm really fine,
thank you.

Happy birthday, Granny.

Ditto, uh, I'll be right there.

I'm afraid you're gonna have
to forgive Celia.

She's not having
one of her better days.

Are you?

There were ducks
on the pond, you know?

Bloody hate ducks.

Right. Thank you, Alistair.
That'll be all.

Okay, everybody.

Happy birthday, mother.

Uh, no, no, thank you, Chloe.
Uh, that's plenty.

Ma doesn't like fuss,
do you, ma?

Well, I don't mind.

That's really rude
actually, Uncle Jasper.

I was just going to sing her --

No, no, I'll get
back to you, Chloe.

It's just as Ma's first born,

I want to say a few words
on her 83rd birthday.

Uh, Ma, I'm sorry
I can't be there in person,

but, uh, with the divorce,
Helene is being

an absolute nightmare.

I'm sure you'll understand.

Mm, I do understand, Jasper.

But I wish you'd reconsider.

I mean, one failed marriage
is bad enough. But two!

We did all say the age
difference would be

an issue one day.

You'll want to brush up
on your Pokémon characters,

Uncle Jasper, or you'll have
nothing to talk

to your third wife about.

Is that supposed
to be funny, hm?

Bastard ducks.

Shoot the lot of them I say.

Anyway, enough of that.

I have something to say.

I've come to a decision.

Who's there with you, Mammy?

-Who is that?
-Why, no one.

I'm here on my own.

Then who's behind you?

Now, please --

-Oh, my God!

-Mummy!
-Grandmam!

Stop! Stop!

Ma, Mammy!

-You are such a snob!
-How dare you.

It's nothing to do with him,
it's to do with you.

What the hell's going on?

Mam doesn't like me
seeing a scanger like Fergus.

That is a horrible word.
I never used that word.

And for the last time,
it's not about that!

-She got a C.
-One C.

Why don't we all just calm down
and discuss this rationally?

There's nothing to discuss.

Look, her studies are slipping.
I've said no more boys.

Except it isn't boys, is it?

It's one specific boy
from the wrong area.

Alright, since you brought it
up, what does his father do?

Exactly.

Look, boys like that
will just hold you back.

You're not to see him again,
Lola, that is my final word.

It's not fair.
I thought you liked Fergus.

Uh, well if your school
work's suffering...

You're as bad as her.

-What's wrong?

What's that?

Those are my
Junior Cert results.

Well, did you pass?

Don't know.
I haven't opened them yet.

What if I failed?

Well, you never cared
about exams before,

but now you do
because Harry does.

Stop that.

You're 7. You're not
supposed to be so insightful.

And you never used words
like "insightful."

Just open it.

Okay.

Uh, this is work, Libs.

What work?

Wild Reid Detective Agency.
How I may I direct your call?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

-Mm-mm, fine boy.
-Thank you.

Uh, has a lady been
in asking for me?

You know you're not really
supposed to be

in here alone right?

I'm not alone.

I'm with Glenn.

Huh?

Oh, yeah, that's right, uh,
I'm his guest.

I'll have another, he's buying.

He bloody well isn't.

June, has anyone been in?

Yes.

In the corner.

Harry.

There is someone
you need to meet.

What?
Can't I have a drink first?

No, no, no, no, no.
Someone you need to meet.

Miss Henderson.
Harry Wild, Fergus Reid.

We spoke on the phone.

Is this a joke?

You're detectives?

We have a lot of experience
actually.

Caught a killer in this pub
as it goes,

the night of the big storm.

Oh, that was you, was it?

I remember reading about that.

Um, Miss Henderson,
I-I must warn you

that we are very much
in demand at the moment.

More than even I knew.

And we are very selective
about the clients we work with.

Well, when I tell you
what happened,

I guarantee you'll want
to take my case.

I've, uh, written some
basic details

about the family
and what happened.

I didn't want to miss anything.

If only all our clients
were so organized.

What did happen?

It was my mother's birthday.

She lives...

lived here, as do I.

But the rest of the family
are all over in, um,

London and Edinburgh, Paris.

So we arranged a video call
during which a burglar

broke into
my mother's house and...

It was awful.

And the Guards
are utterly useless.

It's her funeral tomorrow,
and they haven't got anywhere.

Actually come to think of it,
the inspector in charge

is called Wild.

Oh, it's a very common name.

Like Henderson,
there's plenty of them.

I mean, like, um,
Peter Henderson.

Writes those bloody awful
Jonny Bowman spy books

they keep making movies of.

Peter Henderson was my father.

Author of those bloody
awful Jonny Bowman spy books.

Ah, awkward.

They're very popular.

So, the family has money?

We can afford to pay
if that's what you're asking.

It's not actually.

Money can be a strong motive
for murder.

Hm, thinking like
a true detective.

Uh, as per your website,
the 5,000 euro retainer.

Thank you, Miss Henderson.

I have all your details.
We'll be in touch.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Well, a few minute's warning
would have been nice.

I thought you might say no.

How did you manage this?

It's actually easier
than you think.

You know, you just fill out
a few forms online,

and then you watch
a YouTube tutorial

on search engine
optimization and...

Very impressive.

Okay, we'll take this case
and just see how it goes.

But no promises.

Yeah, I'm not actually
old enough

to open a business account.

So do you mind?

Any sign of your exam results?

Shouldn't they have come
in by now?

Uh, yeah maybe,
maybe they came today.

I mean, I was out before
the postman arrived so...

I'll tell June
you're gasping, yeah?

Oh, mother of divine Jesus.

Now, Celia, can I get you
anything else?

Uh, a cushion, some entrees?

No.

Would you like a glass
of your own?

Do you do that a lot?

Only when I can't be bothered
to have

another feckin'
dreary conversation.

And funerals are nothing but.

Might perk up later
when everyone's sizzled.

Are you really
a private detective?

Like on the telly?

Are you going to trick me into
dishing the dirt on my family?

Because I will, happily.

Let's see now, my nephew

Jasper is a swine
when it comes to women.

Dumped his first wife like a cup
of cold sick for his secretary.

That old cliché.

Rumor is he's found himself
an even younger model now.

Noah made some joke
about it on the call

when my sister was killed.

Now, Stefanie owns
a string of bakeries.

But they're losing money
like there was no tomorrow.

She never married.
Noah and Chloe are both adopted.

Stefanie's a lesbian.

She's gay?

Oh as a row of tents
but would never admit it.

Ridiculous in this day and age.

Young people nowadays think
they invented homosexuality.

Who hasn't had a bit of fanny
in their time?

I know I have.

Quite.

Noah's a right old
mammy's boy.

Utterly spineless.

It's okay, I-I got the salt
and vinegar that you...

I asked for salt
five minutes ago.

I thought you said
you wanted --

Chloe's
the exact opposite.

Noah wouldn't say boo
to a goose.

Chloe would chase the goose
down and kick it in the balls.

And not even for any
particular reason.

She's a destructive
little thing.

I happen to know that Noah

owes a great deal of money
to Russian gamblers.

Poker's his game,

but he's fecking useless
at it apparently.

I heard him whining to Bella

that they're going to
cut of his willy.

Didn't think I was
paying attention, but I was.

Bella is an angel.

The only one who visits me.

I do hope it wasn't her.

You think one of the family
killed Susan?

Isn't that why you're here?

Well, how could they if they
were all on the same call?

Well, that I don't know.

But I do know that they're all
desperate for the inheritance.

Any chance of more wine?

Stuck up cow.

I'm about to be a very rich man.

You could do a lot worse.

I just overheard a very
interesting conversation.

And I'm in the middle of one.
Come on.

So I've just hear Alistair,
the nurse,

boasting about what...

Alistair?

He's a duplicitous little shit.

But he's not very bright,
so I keep him around.

He steals from me.

Yorgos?

Fergus.

Oh, I don't believe it.

You haven't changed a bit.

Oh, Yorgos, it must be more than
30 years since we walked along

Kalamaki beach at sunset.

And you...

That does not sound
very hygienic.

Oh, Harry!

I think it might be time to go.

Oh, shite!

Ah...

Ow!

Sorry, I had...

Oh, it's you.

Who were you expecting?

No one.

Can this wait?

It's just that I'm...

Uh, I'm...bushed.

No, it can't.
It won't take long.

Can you smell curry?

Why were you there?

Why were you there?

I was there in
an official capacity.

And we were, too.

The family are entitled to hire
private investigators.

Private investigators?

You and F--

Why do you
hate me so much?

Don't be so melodramatic.

I suppose you know about
Jasper's divorce

and Stefanie's business failing,
but did you know that

Noah owes a lot of money
to some Russian gamblers?

All in desperate need of cash.

And all have
a pretty good alibi.

Well, they could have
hired someone.

And paid them how?
We've checked.

No unusual payments, no one
sending large sums of money.

Hired killers don't tend
to work on a promise.

Interesting.
I didn't know that.

I got to go.

There's a wall that needs me
to beat my head against it.

Oh.

I'm a superintendent, Harry.

That's not very dignified,
messing around in bushes.

That's not what you usually say.

There's something going on
with Ray.

He seems different, happy.

I mean, what's he got
to be happy about?

I want you to find out for me.

Now?

No, of course not now.

Later.

Much later.

Alistair is well shifty.

That is a 60,000 euro car.

How much money does he think
he's getting?

Charlie said
something interesting.

Professional killers won't work
on a promise.

But amateur ones may.

Yeah, but the thing
is according to

Stefanie's notes,
he was on the call, too.

She said he was only on the call
in the beginning.

Now, I drove from Susan's house
to Celia's nursing home earlier.

It only takes minutes.

You think one of them agreed
to pay him

when they get the inheritance?

Maybe, we'll see.

They're reading the will
this afternoon.

Well, before we begin
I think it only fair

to tell you
that in recent months

Susan altered her will.

Altered it?

Altered it how?

Forget why I hired you.

Right now I don't care
who killed my bloody mother.

I wish I had!

She's liquidated it all.

All the investments
my father set up.

She closed bank accounts,
she sold most of the property.

It all adds up to over
10 million euros.

And no one knows where it is.

So I want you to stop looking
for the killer

and start looking
for the money.

You didn't get anything?

Oh, no, I did.

Embroideries.

It was her latest hobby.

That's all any of us got.

Well, apart from Chloe,
who got some books.

Oh, oh, not the first editions,

which were actually
worth something.

No, she sold those.

And poor Bella,
all she got was one wig,

and it was the one mammy
was cremated in,

so she didn't even get that.

My mother went bloody mental,
and none of us noticed.

Date's wrong.
It's Liberty's favorite film,

so I've seen it more times
than is healthy,

but Titanic sank in 1912,
not 1911.

April 15th I think it was.

Bastille Day is 14th of July.
Even I know that.

But I don't know what year.

-Well, I can look it up.
-Oh, 1789.

Brush up on your Dickens.

"Tale of Two Cities."

"It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times."

Well, this is the bloody
worst of times.

I have inherited some factually
incorrect embroideries.

She liked her games.

She liked screwing with people.

My father's books,
all 22 of them.

One every year.

Regular as clockwork.

What about the wigs?

Hm.

Uh, that was where
Bella's one was.

All films named after women.

What was the name
on the missing wig?

Oh, I don't know.
I never noticed.

She just called it here
"Fun Time Wig."

Just treating my inheritance
with the respect it deserves.

What are they about?

Well, you take a dash
of James Bond

and a sprinkling
of Simon Templar.

Stick in a bird with big tits
who lets Jonny Bowman shag her

the first time
they meet, and voilà.

Sound all right.

Ah, it was the bird
with big tits, wasn't it?

Here.

Keep it.

If you like it, there's a whole
bin full of them.

Thanks.

I'm on Alistair now.

Yeah, I lost him.

He went into some fancy
new hotel in Monk Street.

He could be meeting
whoever hired him.

Hm, probably yes.

You'll just have to wait
till he comes out.

How does that help us?

We won't know
who he's been meeting.

Harry, I could go in.

And what?

Knock on every door?

No.

I mean, he might be
meeting them in the bar.

There's a sign that says
there's one on the rooftop.

And I saw him
getting into the lift.

Well, first, he'd see you
and second, you're a teenager.

They wouldn't
let you in anyway.

Alright.

Here look, you haven't spoken to
Lola recently at all, have you?

A few days ago, why?

No reason.

She's just been
ignoring my -- my texts.

And not returning my calls.

Well, I'd expect you to know
more about her than me anyway.

Since the last time
I saw you with her,

she had her tongue
in your mouth.

Oh, Jesus, Harry!

I'm not comfortable having
this conversation with you.

You brought it up.

Yeah, and you made it weird.
I was just --

Oh, Jesus Christ
on a fucking bike!

Fergus?

Fergus, what -- what is it?
Are you okay?

What happened?

What -- what -- what is it?
What was it?

Alistair's dead.

Oh, fu--

Oh, shit.

Let's make this quick, hm?

Okay, how did you...?

I mean, it's ridiculous.

He's a child, and you're a...

No, look, look.

I don't have a gambling problem.

The occasional flutter
in the Grand National maybe,

but who -- who doesn't, eh?

So you don't play poker?

Uh, no, no.

Jesus, no wonder you're in deep
to the Russians.

You want to work
on your poker face.

It's sad when you think
about it.

I mean, I've known him
for a donkeys.

He's been Aunty Celia's nurse
for years.

But I didn't know him.

No idea he was depressed.

He was depressed?

He jumped off a building,
didn't he?

Or he was pushed off.

You know, I can't see him
inspiring that kind

of passion in anyone.

She was a granny, a bit scary,
a bit lovely.

Oh, how could she be
a bit lovely?

I don't know.

Maybe it was just when
she wasn't sniping at me.

Or when we were kids,

she'd always do this incredible
Easter egg hunt.

There'd be clues we had
to decipher,

puzzles we had to solve.

-They were cool.
-Mm.

More games.

There's a rumor that your
father's having an affair

with a younger woman.

Well, ask him.

I mean, it's hardly
the sort of thing

he's going to tell me, is it?

Plus he's like 55.

I mean, can people even still
have sex at that age?

We have asked him.

And what did he say?

Feck off.

None of your business.

Cheeky little shit.

It's nauseatingly sad,
but Bella wants to be

an Insta-Fluencer
or whatever you call them.

You know, one of those
beautiful people who travel

the world posting photos
on yachts or under waterfalls.

Trouble is, well, apart
from who in their right mind

would want to be influenced
by Bella, it costs money.

You know, to live the life,
you need the followers,

and to get the followers,
you need to live the life.

She asked for an advance
on her inheritance.

Laughed me
out of the room.

Uh, I bet Chloe said that.

Granny said she'd think
about it.

Your mother said that you live
in New Town.

That's an expensive
part of Edinburgh.

And that you work
in a shoe store?

We called it.

Why would you do that?

They say that you stopped
working there months ago.

We were just wondering how
you could afford to live there?

I'm a whore.

Part time.

It was much the same
as any other call.

Um, Dad talked over people,
Chloe sulked, um,

Noah made a joke in poor taste,

and Aunty Celia
was there in body only.

Sorry, what does that mean?

Well, she was having
one of her bad days.

She mumbled something
about ducks.

I mean, I think
that was all she said.

It was a nice bicycle.

Had a little bell.

What did you say
your name was, love?

Oh, Fergus.

She was going on and on
about someone called Yorgos.

I'm glad it's not you.
The things she was saying.

Enough to turn my hair white.

We wanted to ask her about
the call where her sister died.

She was having a bad day
then, too.

But she did tell us
some details about it.

Probably watched it back later
when she was feeling better.

Alistair used to record
the calls on her computer

just in case.

Uh, do you mind
if I take a look?

Be my guest.

Isn't he polite?

Hm.

Nothing from the day
of the murder.

Oh, that's right.

Celia did say Alistair
took it off of there

to give it to the guards.

Put it on one of them
little USB drives.

A red one!

Never invite me to your house
because I will rob you.

Can't help meself.
What am I like?

You've been to my house
loads of times, Skeevy.

Yeah, but to be fair, fair, you
have feck all worth stealing.

How long have you been
a burglar, Mr. Callaghan?

Skeevy, please.

Family business.

Me dad's a burglar,
both of me granddads.

All me brothers, except for one.

He's a chartered surveyor.

We don't talk about him.

My mam, she was a shoplifter.

A real Romeo and Juliet story,
my mam and dad.

Sounds very romantic.

So Malky was saying there
was some flat

that you wanted
to have a nose around?

The trouble is that
we're looking for a USB stick.

It's very small,
it could be hidden anywhere.

Yeah, but you see people tend to
hide things in certain places,

and not one
to blow me own trumpet,

but I know all the places.

Good locks these.
Hard to get into.

If you're ever upgrading your
security, I'd recommend these.

I can install them for you
if you want.

You told me never to
invite you to my house.

Good for you.
Paying attention.

Voilà.

Hm.

Interesting.

That's where he died.

Hm.

Skeevy, you're a marvel.

Ah, get over it. Do you mind
if I swipe his telly?

It's not like he'll need it.

Anyway, enough of that.

I have something to say.
I've come to a decision.

Who's there with you, Mammy?

No one.
I'm here on my own.

Then who's behind you?

Now please --

-Oh, my God!

-Grandmam!

Stop!

There's no way Alistair
could have got to Susan's

in that time, which means
he wasn't the killer.

But he made a copy of this
and hid it.

I mean, he must have
had a reason.

Blackmail?

Yes, he thought
he was gonna be rich.

Look, I got to go and get
Liberty from Annie's.

Can we talk about this later?

Did you fail?

Hm?

Well, everyone's got
their results by now.

I won't be annoyed.
I know how hard you worked.

Look, I don't know
if I failed, okay?

I haven't even opened
the envelope yet.

Why ever not?

In case I failed.

Bring it with you tomorrow, and
we'll open it together, okay?

That's really rude, actually,
Uncle Jasper.

I was just going to sing --

No, no, no, I'll get
back to you, Chloe.

It's just as Ma's first born,

I want to say a few words
on her 83rd birthday.

-Look, Ma, I'm sorry I --

Oh, well, if you're looking for
Fergus, you just missed him.

I was waiting for him to leave.

What?

Well, that doesn't sound good.

He says you've been
avoiding him.

Oh, God.

Is that what he thinks?

You haven't been avoiding him?

Oh, well, no, I have.

But it's not my fault.

My mom's
being a total bitch.

She told me I'm not allowed
to see him anymore.

Why?

Because he's a loser
with no future

from the wrong side of town.

She said that?

Well, I'm paraphrasing.

Well, she couldn't
be more wrong.

I mean, he works harder than
anyone I know.

I know that.

What am I gonna do?

Lola, it's simple.

You're going to do
what your mother says.

What?

Or not.

Life isn't difficult. It's human
nature to complicate it.

Life is just a series
of choices.

You either choose this or that.

What if I don't like either?

Then you choose the other.

-We haven't --
-Do the voice.

We haven't been introduced.

My name is Bowman,
Jonathan Bowman.

When she spoke her voice
was like listening to smoke.

Ah, geez, I don't know
how smoke sounds.

All whispery and smoky,
and, you know.

Not like that.

Okay.

My name is
Genevieve Bouchard, Mr. Bowman.

And I...

Genevieve?

You know what?

It is getting late,
isn't it, stinker?

I'll tell you what, why don't
you go up and clean your teeth,

and then I will come up
and tuck you in?

I know, I know.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Hello.

They're not named after
old films.

-What aren't?
-The wigs.

They're named after love
interests in the dad's books.

22 books and 22 wigs.

Why didn't I see that?

Yeah, see that's wigs and books,

but where does embroidery
come into play?

I have an idea about that.

Meet me at Susan's
at00, okay?

I got to go.

-Rude.

Can I interest madam
in a little more red wine?

Always.

Now...

Okay.

You have a good day.

Oh, that's it, fella.

Work it, own it.

You are so screwed.

Oh, I have you there, Ray,
you prick.

-Sabrina.
-Got it.

"Laugh, Said the Widow."

And last one, Mary.

Medusa in a bikini.
Missing one is Rebecca.

"Bombay Blonde."

What is going on? Tell me.

It's a treasure hunt.

Your mother really did love
her games.

See, the names in the wigs
are the names of

the love interests
in your father's books.

So the wig that Bella
got in the will,

Granny Susan's Fun Time Wig, it
had the name Rebecca sewn in it.

Rebecca leads to
a specific book.

And the dates on
the embroideries

are wrong on purpose.

It's a book code.

See, each date has two mistakes.

Well, beginning
in historical order

because, well, why not,
the first one would be

the signing of the Magna Carta,
15th of June, 1215.

15-06-12-15.

But your mother embroidered
15-11-1315.

Which is November instead of
June, 11 instead of 6.

So it'll be on the 11th page.

Yeah, see and the second mistake
is in the year.

1315 instead of 1215.

3 instead of 2.

That's in reference
to the third word.

So, the third word
on the 11th page is...

"ash."

And the ninth page, ninth word.

Croft.

26th page, 12th word.

Holland.

14th page, ninth word.

-Somerset.
-And the first page 19th word.

Road.

Ash croft Holland Somerset Road.

So, we need to get
everyone together.

We -- we -- we can't.
They've all gone back home.

Jasper's in Paris,
and Chloe's in Edinburgh.

We can do a video call.

Uh,00 today, right?

Got it.
They're over in Ranelagh.

-It's ringing.

Ashcroft Holland
Solicitors. How can I help?

Yes, hello.

Um, I'm representing the family
of the late Susan Henderson.

Is there someone I could
talk to about her estate?

Uh, yes.
One moment please.

After this, I have
to see Charlie.

We'll need his help.

And I need you to do two things.

One's a little dangerous.

Cool. Danger is my middle name.

You cheating bastard.

How could you?
I mean, of all the women?

It ends now.

This second.

Immediately, do I make myself
clear, Raymond?

I'm sorry it ends
when did you say?

A week Thursday?
I'll check my calendar.

Don't!

I will end your career.

Is she worth that, huh?

No. I didn't think so.

Now do as I say.

Do you remember when you
used to spank my bottom, Yorgos?

I haven't had
a good spanking in years.

How are you fixed
for an hour from now?

I need you to arrest someone.

That's not how it works, Harry.

Or course, I know.
Quite right, dear.

But I do know who killed
Susan Henderson.

Is everyone there?
Good. So, uh...

Have you found out what
my mother did

with the money or not?

We have.

Then tell us, right now.

All in good time, Mr. Henderson.

Um, now what this comes down to
is a case of really bad timing.

No, dammit! You work for us.

Now, do as I tell you,
answer my question.

Very well, if you insist.

What this comes down to
is a case of really bad timing.

See, recently Bella asked Susan

for an advance
on her inheritance

so she could follow her dreams.

And that got Susan thinking.

And she decided to give you
all your inheritance

now rather than waiting
till she died.

I told you she didn't laugh me
out of the room, Chloe.

Susan wanted to be around to see
all of you enjoy the money.

But that still doesn't tell us
what she did with it.

Well, what she did with it
was set up trust funds,

one for each of you.

Why didn't she tell us?

She was going to
on that last call.

W-w-wait, how -- how do you
know this?

Well, because we spoke
to her solicitor today.

Oh, you didn't.
I spoke to him this afternoon.

Not the family solicitor.

She didn't go to him
because she wanted to do it

as a game and knew he was too
much of a fuddy-duddy to agree.

Wait, wait, wait, we are talking

about a multi-million
Euro inheritance,

and you're saying my mother
turned it into a game?

Yeah, a treasure hunt.

See, your mother was about
to give you the first clue

when the killer struck, see.

I have something to say.
I have come to a decision.

-Who's there with you, Mammy?
-Who is that?

Why, no one. I'm here on my own.

If only you'd waited
a few minutes.

Who are you talking to?

Are you suggesting one of us
murdered her?

If these two clowns can work out
"the code,"

I most certainly can.

Oh, well, it's not that simple.

You see, one forfeits
an inheritance

when you murder
the person to get it.

It was a burglar.

No one here murdered her.
We were all on the call.

We couldn't be in
two places at once.

Yeah, except one of you
wasn't on the call.

We saw one another.
We talked to one another.

That's not quite true, is it?

Cast your minds back.

You started by singing
"Happy Birthday."

As the song ended, one of you
tried to carry on with

"For She's a Jolly Good Fellow."

That was you, Chloe.

And Jasper cut you off.

Yes, I did.

I remember that because I felt
it was my duty

to say a few words, and then
we talked about my divorce.

I-I made a cracking joke.
I mean, I-I was there.

We were all there.

We all talked.

Or Bella didn't.

Well, it wasn't me.

We have a recording,
as you've seen.

It took us a while to see
what Alistair saw straight away.

Listen, if you're suggesting
that my daughter was responsible

for what happened,
then you have completely --

Uh, uh, we weren't saying that.

Now, Bella was there.
She laughed at Noah's joke.

Celia. Ha.

She never interacted
with any of us.

I'm 78, you little shit!

You think I strangled my sister?

It wasn't Celia either.

So who was it?

It was...

Chloe.

-What?

No. I...

I mean, you said yourself
that I cut her off, huh?

Yeah, and then she sulked.
She didn't interact any more.

It -- it doesn't matter
if she didn't interact.

I could see her.
I was looking straight at her.

Exactly, thank you, Stefanie.

No, you were looking
at a recording played

as if it was live.

No, impossible because
she couldn't have known

Jasper was going
to talk over her,

not at that precise
moment anyway.

Not unless they planned it.

Why would they...?

Jasper, Chloe, do you want
to tell her, or shall I?

Jasper, stop her.

It's because Chloe is
the younger woman

with whom Jasper
is cheating on his wife.

That is sick.

She's his niece.

Adopted, not a blood relative.

Not actually illegal.

Just icky.

She was in Edinburgh, she...

Oh, she was no more in Edinburgh
than Jasper was in Paris.

In reality, both were in a suite

in the M Hotel mere minutes
away from Susan's.

And that's what
Alistair realized

when he watched
back the recording.

See, Jasper and Chloe
both brought items from home

in order to recreate what you
would normally

see on these calls.

There's a lamp that's always
behind Chloe,

and maybe it got broken
or maybe she just forgot it.

And they decided no one
would notice

if they used the one
in the room.

That one that's
behind you now Chloe.

The thing is those lamps
are bespoke,

designed for the hotel
by a local man.

Yeah, there was
an article about it

in the hotel's
in house magazine.

Alistair had a copy in his flat.

He contacted Chloe, said he
wanted money to keep quiet.

She agreed, but when
the family solicitor

said there wasn't any,
they realized they couldn't pay.

Which meant that Alistair
had to die, too.

So Chloe lured him
to the rooftop bar,

and Jasper pushed him off.

Ha!

Now, Charlie.

Jasper, do something!
Make it stop.

Get off.

Jasper Henderson,
Chloe Henderson,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Susan Henderson.

Stupid girl!

Oh, well that was more fun
than usual.

I can't. You do it.

Oh, bugger, what now?

I couldn't take it anymore.

What?

What the -- mm.

Champagne I think.

Oh, bloody hell, now what?

-Ah.
-Uh...

Thought you'd like to know,

we got a full confession
from Chloe and...

Let's pour -- Charlie?

Oh.

No.

No.

No!

Grab your coat.

June, bring the wine.

All of the wine.

Reckon they've noticed
you've left?

Oh, I don't want
to think about it.

Come on, envelope.

Well?