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Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to
the Melbourne Kennel Club,

where the cream of Victoria's
canine crop are competing

for the 1964 Best In Show title.

We've got a wonderful day
in store for you

and some absolutely terrific
performers

like there's star Galaxy
from Berrigan.

I see Silver Lane from Bendigo.

Oh, well done.

And one of my
favorites, two-time champion

Jimmy Jumping Jack
from Canberra.

Crufts has got nothing on
the Melbourne Kennel Club.

Setters are the most
people friendly,

but I like pointers too

They're more sort of
independent.

How come I never knew
you were such a dog lover?

Never had one.
Birdie's allergic.

Oh, poor Samuel.

Maybe I should get one,

seeing as you're at my place
most of the time.

-You'd do that for me?
-Well, for both of us.

Might be a good option
now that I've sworn off men.

Right.

Oh, no,
I can't believe it.

Are you okay?

Oh, don't look at me.
Look at the puppy dogs.

Oh, look. Oh.

I'm sorry, baby.

I know you don't like it.

Good girl. You stay there.

See it? You're gonna beat all
the other dogs, aren't you?

Don't worry.
It won't be for long.

What's wrong?

What's the matter, hmm?

Ladies and gentlemen,
a big round of applause

for our wonderful
group of hounds.

-Come on, Samuel.

Excuse me, excuse me,
excuse me, excuse me.

It's Lavinia.

She's dead.

It's best if you try
not to touch anything.

My name is Peregrine Fisher,
and this is Samuel Birnside.

I'm Sherri. Sherri Gill.

-What's happened?
Lavinia's dead.

-Oh, my God.
-Clifford's my husband.

He's the club vet.

Look at those claw marks
on her blouse.

You don't think...

Milady attacked her.

-She can't have.

But her paws are wet,
and there's blood.

You need to take her away
for everyone else's safety.

There must be
some other explanation.

Darling, you told me yourself
she could be savage.

You're right.

I can't believe it.

You'll have to come with me.

Oh, wait.

What is that?

It's a -- It's a grooming noose.

Yes, I'm the club's groomer.
We all use them.

But look, it doesn't even reach
the bathtub

when it's around her neck.

I think this dog
has been framed.

The victim's name
is Lavinia Lethlean,

and that is her champion collie.

We watched them win
the Working Dogs group at 10:15

and then
the Kennel Club's groomer,

Sherri Gill, found
Lavinia's body at 10:35.

This grooming noose would
normally reach the bathtub,

which must be why
the murderer thought

framing the dog would work.

But these two knots are
making it shorter than usual.

Yes, Milady saw everything.

Poor girl.

Sorry, the dog?

Milady Magnolia Fotheringham.

Alright, well, thank you both.
I'll take it from here.

But I'm already on the case.

I'm the one who worked out
that this was murder.

And thank you.

Now it's in the capable hands
of the police.

Constable,
I need to speak to Sherri Gill.

When did you last see
Miss Lethlean alive?

It would have been soon after
Milady won

the Working Dogs group.

I was walking past the storeroom

and I saw Lavinia take her
out of the bath

and slip her head
through the grooming noose.

Did you notice
anything odd or unusual?

No, it was all perfectly normal.

I'm sorry. I'm still in shock.

Can I ask you why Miss Lethlean
was -- was grooming, um...

Milady.

Milady after she had just won
the best in Working Dogs?

She would have been preparing
her for Best In Show.

All the dogs
who won their groups

are competing in front
of Lord Lumley from Crufts.

Miss Lethlean have any enemies
inside the club?

Well, there's
Marjorie Mereweather.

Marjorie Mereweather?

I don't like to speak ill
of anyone, but poor Marjorie.

She was fiercely jealous
of Lavinia

and Milady's success.

Thank you.

Don't be silly.

There's no ill will,
is there, darling?

This is Starbright
Pollyanna Pomegranate.

Oh, hello.

We call you Pom Pom,
don't we, darling?

And Pom Pom was scheduled
to compete against Milady

in Best In Show tomorrow night,
is that right?

Yes. It's such a tragedy.

Miss Mereweather.

Detective James Steed
of Victorian Police.

You can direct
all your responses to me.

Where were you between
10:15 and 10:35 this morning?

Doing our ablutions in a garden
bed behind the clubhouse.

-Both of you?
No, just Pom Pom,

-but I was there.
-Did anyone else see you?

Not that I know of.

Pom Pom, he --
he thinks we did it.

We'd never hurt Lavinia.
We adored her.

Us girls have to stick together.

The show world is
very tough on females.

-Why is that?
-When bitches are on heat,

they can get a -- a bit moody.

And of course, they bleed.

And male judges
get in a flap about it.

If they dare have puppies,

well, their career in the ring
may as well be over.

Why not get the bitches fixed?

It's against the rules.

Every competitor must be intact.

Which is fine for male dogs.

Breeding doesn't change
their bodies.

-But that's not fair.
-I know it's not fair.

Can we get back to
the issue at hand?

Is there anything else
that you could offer

that might be helpful?

Yes. Talk to Barry McBride.

Who's Barry McBride?

Self-appointed groundsman.

He owns Regency Rex of Ballarat.

And if Milady had won
Best In Show tomorrow,

she would have overtaken
Rex's record.

If you ask me and Pom Pom,

Barry's always had an unhealthy
obsession with Milady.

Hm.

That crazy Sheila's barking up
the wrong tree.

I couldn't give a stuff
about Milady.

She's barely fit for mincemeat.

If a dog who was barely fit
for mincemeat was about

to beat my dog's record,

-I'd be outraged.
-Bully for you, mate.

Where were you be between 10:15
and 10:35?

I was playing fetch
with Regency Rex.

Can anyone verify that?

He'll nod if you ask nicely.

But listen, mate,
Milady was no skin off my nose.

She only beat Regency Rex
'cause Lavinia was...

friendly to the judges.

And you expect me to believe
that didn't infuriate you?

I'm a red-blooded bloke.
I know how it works.

And how's that?

Lavinia was a good-looking bird.
I even had a crack myself.

-How did that work out?
She knocked me back,

said she was in love
with some other bloke,

but it was top secret.

Who are you?

No one who is relevant
to this investigation.

Peregrine,
either make yourself scarce

or I'll have Constable Smith
escort you out.

I think he's escorting
somebody else.

Detective, can't they take her
out the back?

We don't need reminding there's
a killer in our midst.

Clifford.

He stressed.

Lord Lumley's
arrived from London.

Apparently, he expects
the show to go on.

Excuse me, what should I do
with Milady?

I'd love to keep her,
but my -- my sister's allergic.

Well, if the police are finished
with her, I can take her.

Oh, Clifford, no, please.

I-I wouldn't feel safe
with her in the house.

But she isn't the killer.

Well, she might not
have killed anyone yet.

Poor Lavinia
groomed Milady herself

yet still took her to Clifford

to get her nails clipped
because she's aggressive.

I can lock her up at the clinic.

I'm taking the dog.
-Bitch.

I hope you don't mind me
correcting you,

but she's a bitch and a herder.

Yes, well, she's also evidence
and a witness.

Now, until everyone has
left their details

with Constable Smith,
no one is permitted to leave.

Come, come.

Except for you.

Go home.

Wait here.

I wonder, were you and
Ms. Lethlean more than friends?

I don't think
it's entirely appropriate

for you to be asking me
such personal questions.

Well, I have reason to --

Excuse us a moment.
Ms. Fisher.

I won't tell you again.

This lipstick on
Clifford's handkerchief

is Avon Coral Infusion,

the exact same shade
that Lavinia was wearing.

That is police evidence.

Well, you missed it.

Goodbye, Peregrine.

Dr. Gill, were you having an
affair with the murder victim?

What?

Is there somewhere else
we can talk about this?

My wife.

Sherri, were you really afraid
of Milady,

or was there another
more personal reason

you didn't want her
inside your house?

I don't know what you mean.

Well,
as the Kennel Club's groomer,

you must have had
plenty of contact with Milady.

No, Lavinia never
let me groom her.

She insisted
on doing it herself.

Where were you between 10:15
and 10:35 this morning?

I was helping Clifford do
a dental check on a Great Dane,

but I don't know why
I need to tell you.

You don't.

If I could clarify,

this murder is a police matter.

And as such, Ms. Fisher is not
authorized to investigate.

Yes, alright.

How dare he ban me
from the investigation?

It's not like
I ever get in his way.

Well, only if I need to.

I'm back.

Birdie.

You look wonderful.

You do. In fact, I haven't seen
you look this good since --

Just shows you
what mountain air can do.

Revives the senses.

You've been near a dog.

How can you tell?
I'm way over here.

Smells awful in your pocket.

-Liver treats. You got me.

Who was this dog anyway?

It's a prized collie that's been
framed for murder.

-A dog framed for murder?
-Yes.

And even though I'm the one
who worked it out,

James has banned me
from the investigation.

-He'll live to regret that.
-You're right.

He will.

Samuel, why don't you and I

go and drop some dog food
at the police station?

Well, they won't let you in.

No, but I'll send you in
as my spy.

What -- What would I
be looking for?

Oh, coroner's report.

-Forensics.
-I see.

Look, it's not really my thing.
I wouldn't know where to start.

Oh, well, Birdie could
give you a few tips.

Oh, God, no.

I haven't been a spy
in a hundred years.

-If you say so.
-I do.

You'll be great.

Come on. Let's go.

Be safe, Samuel.

So you and Miss Lethlean
have been having

an affair for several months.

"Affair" makes it sound
so shoddy.

We were in love.

You planning to leave your wife?

No. I love Sherri, too.

I understand that's selfish.

Okay. Well, did your wife know?

Good gracious, no.
I was very careful.

Perhaps not careful enough.

-If she somehow found out --
-Are you trying to say --

No, Sherri wouldn't hurt a fly.

What about you?

Perhaps you killed live Lavinia
to protect your marriage?

No. I told you
I was in love with her.

Where were you between 10:15
and 10:35?

I was treating
a Great Dane's abscessed tooth.

-Anyone with you?
-No. I was alone.

Really?

Sherri told us
that she was helping you.

Uh, yes, yes, of course she was.

I forgot.

Bloody mongrel!

Steed, get in here.

That bloody dog just ate
my Strass and sauce sandwich.

Oh, no, I'm sorry that --

I want that mongrel
out of my station,

or I'll take it straight
to an abattoir.

-No, but sir --
You heard me.

And shut the bloody door.

-Samuel.
-Ah, James.

I-I bought you a steak.

For Milady.

Oh, thank you.

So how's it going here?

Any, uh -- Any -- Any clues?

Peregrine sent you, didn't she?

Who? What? No.
No, no. That's --

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not very good at this, am I?

It doesn't matter.

Sparrow wants that dog
out of here,

but she can't stay at my place

'cause my landlady
won't allow pets.

So could you just
take her for now?

No, I'd love to,
but Birdie's allergic.

What about Peregrine?

No, God, no, absolutely not.

Well, then, who?

Constables, hmm?

Tell Peregrine
that she's forbidden

from going anywhere near
that kennel club.

I'd like to re-enter Milady
for Best In Show

and register as her new handler.

But do you know anything
about dog handling?

Well, from what I can tell,
you just run around in circles.

How hard can it be?

Well, here's the competitor's
guidelines and the program.

Good afternoon.

Ah.

I'm here as
Milady's new handler.

Mrs. Gill, did you
kill Miss Lethlean

because she was having an affair
with your husband?

What? An affair?

That's preposterous.

Would you like to reconsider
that answer?

No, I would not.
Clifford would never betray me.

Where were you between 10:15
and 10:35?

The truth, this time.

-I was helping Clifford.
-Try again.

Your husband told me
that he was alone.

Well, he must be mistaken.

No, he's not. Is he, Mrs. Gill?

Alright. I knew.

I saw them together
again this morning.

I was devastated, so I went out
to the car and I sat there

for at least an hour
trying to pull myself together.

Can anyone vouch for that?

I didn't kill Lavinia
to hold onto my husband.

Clifford will never leave me.

It's just that...

...the way he kissed her,

the way they held each other,

it was like dogs on heat.

Oh.

Did Clifford kill Lavinia

to hide his affair from Sherri?

Shake your head or wave your paw
if I'm right, okay?

Or did Sherri do it
because she'd had enough?

Did Marjorie kill her so that
Pom Pom would win best in show?

Or did Barry do it

so that you wouldn't beat
Regency Rex's record?

You're the only witness.

I wish you could talk
like Mr. Ed.

What are you growling at?

There's nothing there.

Or maybe I'm avoiding
the obvious

and you're a wolf
in sheep's clothing.

You don't seem like
a dangerous dog.

Raah!

I think I'm more dangerous
than you.

But why would Sherri
lie about that?

Samuel.

Birdie.

What's going on?

Have you really been hiking?

Well, I said so, didn't I?

You -- You wouldn't
put yourself in danger again.

What's in there?

Bras, underpants,
that sort of thing.

Would you like to inspect it?

No, no, no, No.

No, it's, uh -- it's fine.

Right.

Good night, Samuel.

Mm.

Night, Birdie.

Who's a lucky girl?

Look what Uncle Samuel
has left for you.

Not hungry? Oh.

I don't like the look of that.

I think somebody's trying
to hurt you.

Violetta, what's wrong?

Nothing.

It's Father Neroli, isn't it?

Oh, Samuel.

I feel like he's watching us.

Violetta, my love,
he may be a man of God,

-but he has no idea --

Hello. Adventuresses' Club.

- It's Peregrine.

Peregrine.

No, I didn't leave
a steak there for Milady.

Steed.

You get rid of that dog?

Milady?
Yeah, she's with Per--

a-a person, a friend.

Good-o.

So I've been going through
a couple of old reports.

Now, apparently,
a next-door neighbor

heard our victim arguing loudly
with someone on her front lawn

one night a few weeks back,

and she accused him
of breaking into her house.

Well, who is this someone?

Maybe we should take a look
at the bloke.

We already are.
Name's Barry McBride.

He's one of our prime suspects.

Oh, very good.
You're on fire, Steed.

No more little fish
poking her nose

into your investigations, eh?

Hey. You don't need her.

It's snail bait.

Metaldehyde.

Toxic to dogs and potentially
fatal in a dose this large.

Oh. I'll just go
and check on her.

Thanks, Samuel.

If Milady had ingested
this steak,

she'd have suffered seizures

that would have raised
her body temperature

and led to brain damage
and death over a couple of days.

Who on earth
would do a thing like this?

I think I know.

The groundskeeper would
have access to snail bait,

wouldn't you, Barry?

You tried to kill Milady

so she wouldn't beat
Regency Rex's record.

Mate, I'm dumb,
but I'm not that dumb.

Why would I use a poison that'd
lead straight back to me?

As a ploy to make it look
too obvious.

I'm not that smart either.
You've got me wrong.

The last thing I want
is Milady dead.

-Here. I've got proof.
-What's that? A letter?

It's an offer to Lavinia.

You offered to pay her £70
to mate Milady with Regency Rex.

That's -- That's a lot of money
for a dog

that you only consider
fit for mincemeat.

She knocked me back, but I knew
the offer gave me a motive

for topping Lavinia,
so I had to lie.

The truth is, I wanted Milady
to beat Rex's record

'cause it'd increase her value
as a breeding bitch.

A trophy's just a trophy,

but breeding,
that's where the money is.

Right, so that's why you broke

into Lavinia's house
on the night of October 16.

Lavinia locked Milady away
'cause she was on heat

I broke in so the dogs could do
the deed.

But that fussy bitch wasn't
having a bar of Regency Rex.

Like herder, like owner.

Spoken like a spurned man
bitter enough to commit murder.

Lady, if you're looking
for bitter,

you should be
looking at Marjorie.

She hated Lavinia's guts.

-Really?
-Yeah. Yeah.

She was always raving on about
how Lavinia couldn't be trusted.

I thought we agreed

that you would wait outside
while I interviewed Barry.

You told me to. I never agreed.

Mm.

Thank you for
the poison tip-off.

Well done on uncovering
the break-in.

-It's interesting, isn't it?
-Hmm?

Marjorie said
that she adored Lavinia.

Well, apparently not.

And why would Lavinia refuse
to mate Milady with Regency Rex

when he's a champion, too?

And why would someone
want to kill Milady?

Apart from keeping her
out of the competition.

Just because she's dangerous?

She's not dangerous.
I'd put money on it.

I just can't work out why
Lavinia said that she was.

What about to keep people
at bay?

She seemed fiercely
protective of Milady.

To an odd degree,
don't you think?

Well, so much for
Marjorie's stories

about the girls
sticking together.

It's time to have another chat
with Marjorie.

Let's do good cop, bad cop.
I'll act bad.

James, I know things
have been tricky,

but we're both professionals,
aren't we?

Well, I'm not gonna
get rid of you.

Am I?

Nope.

James.

Oh, Sally.

I hope this is alright.

My fittings with my dressmaker
finished early,

so I thought I'd drop by.

The constable
said you were out here.

-Can you take a break?
-Yes.

I've got an apricot pie in here.

But if you two
are still busy with work --

Oh, no, no, not at all.

Nice to see you, Sally.
Enjoy your visit.

Ah, Peregrine.

Don't talk to Marjorie
without me.

I wouldn't dream of it.

This pie is delicious.

-Really?
-Yes.

I'm glad.

I asked your dad to pick some
apricots from the Osborns' tree.

I thought you might like
a taste of home.

You did that?

Thank you.

Well, you can keep
the rest of it.

I can always find more apricots.

It's good. I think I will.
Thank you.

James, I hope you don't
mind me asking, but...

are you and Peregrine...

I mean, is it
purely professional?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Steed, how did it go with the --

Hello, hello, who's this?

And what is that?

I'm Chief Superintendent
Percy Sparrow.

-Sally Whedon.
-Hello, Sally.

Aah!

Get your copper wire
delivered here from now on.

Ruining the suspension
on my bike.

Yes, very well.

Aah!

Birdie, I don't think
you should go hiking anymore.

We miss you so much.

Promise me you'll stay at home
from now on.

Oh, don't be ridiculous, Samuel.

-Violetta.
-Mm-hmm?

Have you tested
the greenish tinge

on this piece of meat?

Yes, it's metaldehyde.

And what about
the sticky bit here?

Sorry, I've been focused
on other things.

What other thing?

Have I compromised
the investigation?

Oh, no, no, of course not.

It's not metaldehyde.

I've seen this before,
and if I'm right,

it's far more dangerous.

I have to tell Peregrine.

No, no, no, Violetta -- Violetta

Birdie, a word?

I know that you're spying again.

-Oh.
-No, please.

Please don't deny it.

At least show me the respect
of being honest.

Alright, I'm spying again.

We had an agreement.
Are you in danger?

Well, you know
I can't answer that.

Yes, well, then
I don't understand it, Birdie.

We're safe.
We're -- We're happy.

Why would you
put your life in danger again?

Evil just didn't disappear
at the end of the war.

Still very important work
to be done.

Yes, I know, but why do you have
to be the one to do it?

You know how much I...

You know how much I worry?

Oh, Samuel.

Oh, sometimes the love
of your life, it's not a person.

And there are people
relying on me for justice.

And I can't let them down.
I won't.

Will you at least
promise to try and be careful?

Never.

But thank you for worrying.

Thank God Milady
didn't eat that steak.

Can you let me know
as soon as you've tested it?

Of course.

I'm sorry, Peregrine.
I've failed you.

What are you talking about?
You haven't failed me.

Oh, that'll be
Marjorie Mereweather.

I asked her to give me
a dog handling lesson.

I should go.

-Thanks, Violetta.
-Thank you, Peregrine.

Come on up.

That's it.
Head up. Back straight.

Watch your posture.

Keep moving counterclockwise,

Milady on your left-hand side

at a pace that shows
her movement to best advantage.

I hope I don't
make a fool of myself.

I'm probably not half
as good as Lavinia.

Lavinia was overrated.

I thought you admired her.

Oh, no. Pom Pom and I
loathed her.

We didn't want that
handsome young detective

to think we murdered her.

Still, it must have been
infuriating

-when she kept beating you.
-Yes.

Poor Pom Pom's never won Best
In Show since she had a litter

because her tummy's
not quite been the same.

Oh. That stinks.

Someone should judge the judges
on their beer bellies.

If only.

Now, don't forget,
a good handler keeps one eye

-on the judge.
-And their beer bellies.

Do you think that's why Lavinia
never let Milady have a litter?

Because it would
compromise her figure?

Probably.
But it was strange,

because Lavinia was
always crying poor,

and there's no money
winning Best In Show.

-It's all in the breeding.
-Oh.

She's such a darling.

What's wrong, Marjorie?

She is coming with me,

What? Stop it. Stop.

Stop it. What are you doing?
What's wrong with you?

Oh!

That herder has gone to
her last competition.

What a bizarre person.

I told you not to talk
to Marjorie without me.

Well, someone needed to do
some investigating

while you were
eating apricot pie.

Anyway, we were practicing here
and everything seemed fine.

And then she hugged Milady
and just went berserk

-and tried to drag her away.
-Did she say anything?

"That herder's gone to
her last competition."

Which was one of the murderer's
primary goals.

Exactly. And Violetta found
a second substance

in Milady's bowl
that could be even more lethal.

What? But if the snail bait
was going to kill Milady,

why complicate things
with another toxin?

Because whoever did it
wants Milady to die fast

so that she couldn't
compete today.

While still achieving the bonus
of framing Barry

-with the snail bait.
-Seems like it.

-Huh.
-Hm.

Peregrine Fisher,
private detective.

What?

Sherri, what's happened?

Every time I come
into this room,

I seem to find a body.

So Marjorie passed you
on her way inside.

Did she say anything to you?

Yeah, she had this loony look
in her eye and she said,

"If you think Regency Rex
is ever gonna breed with Milady,

you're dreaming."

I'll be right back.

-Uh, Peregrine.
-Samuel.

I just came to watch, but Sherri
said I could handle Pom Pom.

-Any tips?
-Just trot around in a circle.

Mm, circle.

Ah.

-Oh!
-Oh, God.

Good God.

Can we all just show
some respect, please?

For one of our number
has left us.

And it's nearly show time.

Lord Lumley is on his way.

Right you are.

We all have much to do.

Come on, Milady.

Oh, no.
Milady looks so unkempt.

I suppose I'll have to
brush her.

-Alright.
-Ugh.

Oh, don't look so afraid.

She's been an angel with me.

And I asked around
and nobody's seen her misbehave.

Well, maybe not, but Clifford
says she's dangerous,

and he's a vet.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this is your two-minute call

for Best In Show participants.

Please make your way backstage

and prepare your charges
for entry.

Oh, finally.

Where's Milady? Is she alright?

She's fine. I just --
I found a mark on her.

Clifford's taking a look now.

They're about to let
the audience in.

-Can't it wait?
-Looks like he's done.

Oh.

She just attacked me.

What?

I know she has a history
of this sort of behavior.

I've been trying to avoid...

Clifford, you need
to put her down.

You have to.

Yes. Come.

I know this dog.
She wouldn't bite.

What are you two doing?

Now I'll never make dough
off her puppies.

Barry, this has got
nothing to do with you.

It's one little bite.

You always hated Milady,
didn't you?

Peregrine! Peregrine!

That extra residue,

it was a lethal drug --
phenobarbital,

and it's only available
by doctor's prescription

-or --
-From veterinarians.

-Yes.
-Oh, think you, Violetta.

You should thank Birdie.
I needed help this time.

-Thank you.
-How dare you?

Hey!
-Hands off me!

-Get her off me!
-Jesus.

Cut it out, both of you.

Enough!

It was you.

You killed Lavinia and Marjorie.

Peregrine!

-You okay?
-Yes, thanks to Milady.

You're under arrest for murder.

The murder of Lavinia Lethlean
and Marjorie Mereweather

and the attempted murder
of Milady Magnolia Fotheringham.

Mate, you're a vet.

A vet with more than one secret.

But the clues were there
right from the start.

You convinced Sherri
that Milady was dangerous,

despite there being no proof
of that whatsoever.

Aaah!

Lavinia knew Milady
wasn't dangerous,

but that wasn't her
only secret either.

She was your lover.

And that's the reason
you agreed to help her

find a way
to hold onto glory,

to keep winning
Best In Show with Milady

because the show world
is so tough on females.

You helped her cheat.

I knew it. How?

You thought
you could fool everyone,

but your secret
was almost discovered

when Barry tried to mate
Milady with Regency Rex.

She wasn't on heat then,
was she?

That's why she wouldn't
have a bar of him.

But when you heard that
Lord Lumley was coming to town,

you knew that he'd find out.

I begged Lavinia
to withdraw Milady,

but nothing
would change her mind.

I thought she loved me.

But she was just using you,

and you would have lost
everything if it had got out.

So when Lavinia was
grooming Milady...

...as a jilted lover,
you attacked her

and you held her head under
the water until she drowned.

And then you framed Milady

by running her claws down
Lavinia's back

so that you'd have an excuse
to put her down

and hide the evidence
of what you did.

What evidence?

Luckily, the police interfered
with that plan.

So did Ms. Fisher.

Thank you.

So did Marjorie.

Such a darling.

She found the scar.

Like I did.

I didn't want to kill
the mad bat.

She threatened to tell everyone.

Tell everyone what?

That I desexed Milady.

So she could never breed,

never have a litter,
never change her looks.

So Lavinia would continue to win

against the other males
at any cost.

Except the cost of your career
and your broken heart.

Oh, Cliff.

Constable.

Great work.

Right back at you.

Do you want to celebrate after
you put Clifford behind bars?

Sorry. I can't.

Catching up with some
old friends from the country.

-And Sally.
-Of course. That's fine.

I'll see you.

Peregrine, wonderful news.

Sherri's swearing off dog shows
forever,

but she's going to adopt
Pom Pom and Milady

and let me visit
whenever I want to.

-Oh, good.
-Although I-I do think

I'll be spending
most of my time

reading up on
converting to Catholicism.

Samuel, no.
We've talked about this.

I don't want to
force you to convert

to something
you don't believe in.

You're not forcing me.
It's my decision.

-But, Sam--
-Violetta,

I love you,
and this is my choice.

Oh, Samuel.

Milady. Hello.

I promise to take
great care of her.

Unless you want to keep her.

Oh.

I, uh...

I just don't think
I'm quite ready for a dog.

She's a beauty.

Isn't she?

Has she got a name?

I'm going to call her
Gorgeous Fishus Magnificus.

A toast to
Gorgeous Fishus Magnificus.

-Salute.
-Cheers.

-Oh!
-Oh!

-Yes!
-Yeah!

Hey, Chief,
rockers and mods again.

Alright, that's enough of that.

Stay out of it, old man.

Hey, you and you...

What did you do
in that back room?

Just reminded those louts
who runs this town.

Milo's been arrested.

They're going to charge him
with murder.

Nice shirt.

Sparrow got them made up for us.

"Us"?

What are you doing here,
Peregrine?

Milo is Violetta's nephew.

Is he your boyfriend?

Ex, and Detective
Steed was just leaving.

What do you want?

What I've always wanted.

Tell me what happened
at the alley, Milo.

-I didn't kill him.
-Who did?

Chief Super Sparrow.

I see you've put me down
as a suspect.

You were one of the last people
to see the victim alive.

He did not murder that boy.

It's the police I don't trust.