All language subtitles for Magpie Murders s02e02.eng

Did you ever read about
the murder of a man

called Frank Parris?

Pauline: At our hotel,
Branlow Hall?

[ Gasps ]
He's dead!

Lawrence:
We called the police.

His name was
Detective Superintendent Locke.

Susan: Why was I afraid
you were going to say that?

Stefan Leonida, he wasn't
guilty. He wasn't the killer.

You began by saying that
your daughter had disappeared.

The real killer
is named in the book.

Susan:
"Atticus Pund Takes the Case."

Susan, we'll pay you �10,000

if you help us find Cecily.
Just a week.

Alan: Melissa James.
The British actress.

Had an accident which brought
a sudden end to her career.

Melissa:
Even when the hotel is full,

we are still losing money,
hand over fist.

Lance: I have the script,
the director, the contract,

You just have
to find somebody else.

I need to cash in my shares now.

I gave up everything for you!

I don't want to have
this argument now!

I should leave this alone.

But you won't.

[ P.A. announcement beeps ]

Air Hostess: Dear passengers,
in a few moments

you will be able
to purchase refreshments,

snacks and a selection
of alcoholic drinks.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

Alan Conway.

I'm sorry?

I've read all his books.

Oh...

-You know, he died last year.
-Yes, I heard.

A great shame.

He was a brilliant writer.

So clever.

And I'm sure
he was a lovely man.

[ Sombre music playing ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

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[ Groans ]

[ Panting ]

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I couldn't -
I couldn't get a taxi.

Have you been here long?

Since the time we agreed.

I see you already ordered.

Oh, what can I get you?

Ah, no, no, no,
I'm getting all this.

Oh, could I have a...
a hot chocolate, please?

-Yeah, of course.
-Thanks.

Yes. It's good to see you, Alan.

How have you been?

-Well, thank you.
-Good.

And the new book?

God, it didn't take you long,
did it?

I'm not a machine, you know.

That -
that's hardly fair, Alan.

It's been nearly two years
since "No Rest for the Wicked,"

and we do have
a three-book contract.

I think we've been
more than patient.

It's not that easy, Susan.

I mean, have you any idea
what it's like being writer?

You really think
you can push a button

and another idea
will simply pop out?

No, I -

I work
with a lot of writers, Alan,

and yeah, it's actually your
interests I'm trying to protect.

You have
to think of the market.

Your first two books
have done fantastically well

but we have
to keep up the momentum.

Yeah, we also have
to keep up standards.

I mean, what do you want?
Someone kills someone else,

there are clues and suspects

and a detective,
and it's all so boring.

I'm trying to do something new.

I thought
you'd be more cheerful.

You've got a huge following,

-you made a ton of money...
-[ Sighs ]

Oh, and I heard that
you were leaving the school.

Who told you that?

My sister Katie.

Well, at least I won't have
to spend any more time

with those
over privileged stuck-up kids.

My niece and nephew go there.

Well, I didn't mean them.
Not Jack and Lucy.

-Daisy.
-Daisy.

Look, if you're blocked,
maybe -

I didn't say I was blocked.

I'm just waiting
for the right idea.

Something that actually
sparks my interest.

And putting pressure
on me will...

Frank Parris.

What?

No. The man in that paper.
I once knew him.

-May I?
-Woman: Um, yeah.

He was murdered.

Oh, my... God, I'm so sorry.

-Was he a friend of yours?
-No. I hardly knew him.

Killed in a hotel.

A hotel?

That would be
a good setting for a book.

Do you think so?

Susan: Hmm.

At a wedding.

Oh, I like that.

That would be a great opening.

[ Whispering ] Blood stains
on the bridal gown.

[ Gasps ]
That's gothic.

Well, I might give it a think.

[ Theme music playing ]

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Alan:
It was the start of a quiet day for Atticus Pund.

It seemed that no one
had been murdered for a while,

and he found himself
unusually at a loose end.

Oh, yes. [ Chuckles ]

Thank you, Miss Cain.

Now, I believe
I have a fairly quiet week,

which will allow me
to continue with my book.

Yes, here is...

chapter four.

You have already
typed it for me.

I had nothing to do last night,
so I thought I'd get ahead.

-I have some news for you.
-Oh, yes.

Mrs. Allingham has cancelled.

Oh, the missing husband?
She has found him?

No.
She decided she didn't want to.

[ Chuckles softly ]

There is one thing, though.

Mr. Schultz
is coming in at 11:00.

And who is he?

He works for the William Morris
Agency in New York.

He's a senior partner.

Oh, and he's in London?

Yes, he called yesterday morning
from the Savoy Hotel.

For what purpose?

He said it was to do
with a client of his.

Melissa James.

Oh, yes.

Oh, the actress
who was killed two days ago.

I read in the paper.

I think he wants you
to investigate.

And you agree to an appointment?

Well,
without Mrs. Allingham,

you had nothing
on your desk.

And... he has come
all the way from New York.

But even so -

Melissa James was a very
well known actress, Mr. Pund.

It's absolutely dreadful
that she's been murdered.

And if you were involved
in the investigation,

I think it might be
very good for your profile.

Pund: Hmm.

Sometimes...

I think you know me better
than I know myself, Miss Cain.

It is my job, Mr. Pund.

Eleven o' clock.

[ Scoffs ] Hmm.

The timing
is of great interest to me.

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

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[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Panting ]

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[ American accent ] It's good
of you to see me, Mr. Pund.

Mm, it's my pleasure,
Mr. Schultz.

This is a bad business.

Melissa James
was one of our greatest stars.

A fine actress
and a wonderful human being.

Did you ever see her
in "Harem Nights?"

Hmm, I do not often
go to the cinema.

Edgar: She was sensational.

Nominated for an Academy Award,
and she should have won it, too.

I understood that she had
retired from acting.

Mm, that's right.

She was injured

during the shooting of a movie
with Hitchcock,

five years ago.

And then she moved
somewhere called

Tawley in Devonshire.

Is that right?

But she was still our client.

And for what it's worth,

she was talking about
making a comeback.

So why are you here,
Mr. Schultz?

For the funeral, obviously.

I got on the plane
the moment I heard.

So quickly, yes.

But we want
to do more than that.

We want you to help the police
with their investigation.

We at William Morris...

we're not going to let
the killer get away with this.

Pund: The police,

he may not welcome
outside intervention.

[ Chuckles softly ]

I'm sure they know
your reputation, Mr. Pund.

And they'll welcome you
with open arms.

We'll pay your usual fee.
You can, uh,

put your assistant in touch
with our Finance Department.

Melissa was one of the kindest
and most considerate people

I ever had
the privilege to meet.

And my partners agree.

We feel we owe this to her.

What do you say?

[ Suspenseful music playing ]

[ Door opening ]

[ "21 Reasons"
by Nathan Dawe playing ]

? One is you make me happy ?

? Two is you set me free ?

? From all the things
that held me ?

? Back from just being me ?

? Thank you
for all the sweetness ?

? Now I can finally breathe ?

[ Engine starts ]

? Now I can finally breathe ?

? But, baby, don't you see ?

? I still get frustrated,
I can't lie ?

? When you keep on doing things
I don't like ?

? And I hate your friends ?

? And I hate your moods ?

? And I still love you ?

? But I got 21 reasons
why I do-do-do-do ?

? Do-do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do ?

? I got 21 reasons
why I do-do-do-do ?

? Do-do-do-do-do,
do-do-do-do ?

? I got 21 reasons why I do ?

? Three is the way
you hold me ?

? That's what I waited for... ?

[ Bird chirping ]

[ Honking ]

[ Tyres screech ]

[ Continues honking ]

So you never learnt
to drive, Mr. Pund?

I have no appetite for it,
Miss Cain.

[ Chuckles ] Often seem to me,
we live in a world

-that's in too much of a hurry.
-[ Madeline chuckles ]

The pace of change.

Yeah. And not just cars,
I mean it's fridges,

washing machines,
televisions, telephones,

And now these new computers.

Ah! I do not like machines.

You could say
it was the machines

that won us the war.

The Spitfire, radar.

But Nazism itself
was a machine,

so it always seemed to me.

You mean with no humanity?

Exactly.

The more mechanical the age,

inevitably it becomes
less humane.

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

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-Susan.
-Oh!

So glad you've come. I can't
tell you how grateful I am.

I just hope I can help.

Well, I'll show you
to your room.

Oh.

I'll get someone
to bring your luggage up.

-Thank you.
-Please.

Aw, is this your dog?

No, that's Chase.
He's Cecily's.

Oh. Poor dog.

Aw.

How's Aiden?

Ah, it's awful for him.

There's nothing
we can say or do.

Am I gonna be able to see him?

Yeah, of course.
I've told him you're coming.

He wants to talk to you.

And Lisa, Cecily's sister.

She's joining us for lunch.

Right.

Ah, that wing is Barn Owl.

We've put you in Moonflower.

-Hope that's alright?
-Oh, yes. [ Chuckles softly ]

Oh, that's pretty.

Ah, that's been there forever.

It's a Fagan.

Sort of Irish brooch.

That's the room
Frank Parris stayed in.

We don't use it
as a bedroom anymore.

It's just storage.

Is there any way up here
apart from the main stairs?

Yeah, there's a lift at far end,
takes you down to the bar

and the fire escape that way
leads directly outside.

[ Beeps ]

Here you go.
I'll leave you to freshen up.

Thank you.

Shall we say lunch in ten?

Fine.

Look, there's something else
I should mention,

perhaps by way of a warning.

Uh, Lisa can be rather direct.

In that respect,
she takes after her mother.

Where is Pauline?

She's at home. She's, uh...

She's terribly worried.
We both are.

Try to stay positive.

There might be
a perfectly innocent answer.

The answer's in the book.

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[ Aiden laughing ]

Roxana: Daddy!

Aiden: Oh, my God!

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Roxana: Come on, Dad.

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Hello, you must be Lisa.

No need to ask who you are.

My father
won't stop talking about you.

We've ordered the set menu.
I hope that's alright.

Oh, perfect.

How's the room?

It's really comfortable.
Thank you.

You have a hotel in Greece?

Yes, I run it
with my partner, Andreas.

-Surprised he didn't come, too.
-He's busy.

I think I just saw Aiden.

Does he live in the hotel?

No. He has a cottage
in the grounds.

I used to live there.

But I moved out
when he and Cicely got together.

You run the hotel
with your sister?

Well, you could say that,
yes, I'm general manager

-and Cecily does the accounts.
-And Aiden?

PR.

Right.

Yes, he was with a child.

Roxana.

This is very hard for her,
missing her mother.

-She's just turned eight.
-Eight?

Lisa: Cicely was already expecting
her when she got married.

But that's Aiden for you.
A fast mover.

No need to be like that.

Well, you know how I feel
about him, Daddy.

I take it you're not
his number one fan.

Well, the one thing
you need to know about Aiden

is he hit the jackpot
when Cess walked into his life.

Job, family, this hotel.

He had it all
handed to him on a plate.

Lawrence: That's not fair.

Aiden was working
as an estate agent

when they met,
and a very successful one.

He had his own flat
in Bayswater.

It's not bad for a young man,
not even out of his 20s.

And he does
a brilliant job here.

[ Scoffs ]
Well, he smiles nicely.

And he swans around
making friends.

It would be nice
if he actually did any work.

What do you think's
happened to your sister?

I think they've had a row.
She's gone off.

Is that
what you told the police?

They haven't found her,
the police don't know anything.

You know,
it would be just like her

wanting to be
the centre of attention.

Lawrence:
That's not true at all.

You don't know her, Daddy.
You don't know either of them.

-Waitress: Madam?
-Thank you.

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Waitress: Sir?

Lawrence: Thank you.

Lisa: Look, if you don't mind,
I having a ton of things to do

and I really
don't feel like eating.

I have nothing
against you, Susan.

I just find it incredible

that you're being paid
�10,000 to read a book.

Well, I'm glad you have
nothing against me.

Enjoy your lunch.

Ooh.

[ Chuckles softly ]

Lawrence: Sorry about that.

No. You did warn me.

Can I ask you?

How did Lisa get her scar?

Uh, I'm afraid that was Cecily.

Um... [ Clears throat ]

They were always fighting
when they were young girls.

Toys, clothes, boyfriends.

Cessy threw a glass at her,
it broke and, um...

She didn't know
what she was doing.

She certainly
didn't mean for it to hit her.

Did Lisa ever want
to be an actress?

No, you're thinking of the book.

Melissa had a scar.

You knew Alan Conway.

Why would he do that?

He liked playing games.

[ Sighs ]

[ Line ringing ]

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Are you missing me?

We all are.

[ Speaks Greek ]

To be honest with you, I'm
amazed we're still in business.

[ Chuckles ] In one day?

Come back. We need you.

You need the money.

You're right.
We need that more.

How's the hotel?

Huge, expensive, classy,

very well run.

You'd hate it here.

Not if I was with you.

[ Chuckles softly ]

I want to help
these people, Andreas.

What Alan Conway did to them
was unforgivable.

He's responsible for everything
that's happened,

and I'm responsible for him.

You can't blame yourself.

But I do.

I'm gonna have
to get back to it.

I love you.

Love you, too.
[ Speaks Greek ]

Take care of yourself.

Mm-hmm.

[ Sighs ]

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Alan: It had taken
Atticus Pund

six hours to reach
the Moonflower Hotel

travelling by train from London.

The arrangements all made,
of course,

by his trusted assistant,

Madeline Cain.

Maureen: There's your keys.

Thank you.

-Madeline: Here you are.
-Thank you.

I'll put Mr. Pound
in the Captain's room.

-It's Pund.
-I'm sorry?

I did ask for the best room
for Mr. Pund.

And that's what he's got.

It's at the back of the hotel
with his own bathroom en suite.

Lot of the furniture came
from the Mary Celeste.

Oh, the ship that disappeared.

And the title of Melissa James'
second film.

That's right.

The film company gave us
some of the props,

including the captain's bed.

And I'm sure
I would be most comfortable.

Chubb: Herr Pund?

They told me
you were coming down.

Can I introduce myself?

I'm Detective Inspector Chubb.

You're not, I think,
from this part of the world?

Oh, no, sir.

Suffolk, born and bred.
I married a Devon girl.

And she enticed you here.
[ Chuckles ]

One day
I'll entice her back.

Well, it's a great pleasure,
Detective Inspector.

I hope that you do not consider
my presence here

-to be, um...an intrusion.
-Not at all, sir.

To be honest with you,
I'd be glad of the help.

Well, then may I introduce
my assistant? Miss Cain.

Pleasure to meet you, Miss Cain.

Have you checked in?

I've got a car outside,

I could drive you
to the scene of the crime.

We've only just arrived.

You can leave
your luggage down here.

Could you ask someone
to bring it up?

Pund:
That would be most helpful.

In which case,

Detective Inspector...
[ Chuckles ]

Yes, miss.

Chubb: From what I can tell,
Melissa James had no enemies.

She's very much part
of the local community.

But sometime between 6:28
and 6:38 in the evening,

somebody broke into her house
and strangled her.

You're very precise with your
timings, Detective inspector.

She called her physician,
Dr. Leonard Collins, at 6:28.

He drove straight around,

but by the time he arrived,
she was dead.

So who do you think
may have been responsible?

Well, I do have
a few suspects.

Lance and Maureen Gardner
at the hotel.

She had her doubts about them.

And there's a film producer
called Oscar Berlin.

Now he had a row
with Miss James

just one hour
before she was killed.

Was she making another film?

She'd strung him along,
but then changed her mind.

Who else?

Well, there's her
financial adviser.

A man by the name
of Algernon Marsh.

And a dodgy customer
if ever there was one.

I'm looking into him now.

But it may be,

it was no one
who actually knew her.

What do you mean by that,
Detective inspector?

Melissa James
was still famous.

Oh, she had fans and followers
all over the world.

A lot of them angry with her

because she'd given up
the acting.

Well, maybe one of them
come down here

and had it out with her.

But if they loved her work,
would they want her dead?

Well, if they weren't
in their right mind,

there's no saying
what they might do.

[ Mysterious music playing ]

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Oh, thank you.

Oh, what a gorgeous house.

Certainly is, Miss Cain.

That's half the trouble.

Everyone knew who lived here.

When did she buy it?

The same time as the hotel.

[ Doorbell ringing ]

Yeah, the story goes,
she fell in love with it

and paid twice
the asking price.

Of course.

Oh, good afternoon, sir.

We're here to see, Mr. Spencer.

Well, I'm afraid
Mr. Spencer's not here, sir.

He's gone for a walk.

Well, then we'll wait for him.

After you.

[ Crow cawing ]

Forgive me,
your name is?

Phyllis Chandler, sir.

I imagine you've worked here
a long time?

Since Miss James arrived, sir.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I'm sure.

We'll take a look upstairs,

if you don't mind,
Mrs. Chandler.

Let us know
when Mr. Spencer returns.

Yes, sir.

That's the housekeeper.

She lives here with her son,

who works as a chauffeur
and general help.

The two of them
were out on the evening

that Melissa James died,
visiting a relative in Bideford.

So Miss James
was here on her own?

Well, she let someone in.

Oh, look at this!

That's a prop
from one of her films.

A Turkish dagger.

It's a wicked looking thing.

Yeah, she was strangled.

Not stabbed.

Fifteen minutes
after the Chandlers have gone,

Miss James called her doctor.

Dr. Collins?

That's right, Mr. Pund.

She said she was terrified

there was somebody in the house
and she was in danger.

Would it not have been more
sensible to call for the police?

The nearest police station
is 10 miles away.

The doctor was near.

Dr. Collins
came straight around,

but by the time he arrived,
it was too late.

This is Melissa James' bedroom,
and this is where he found her.

On the bed.

The room's been cleaned up,

but, uh,
you get the general idea.

The telephone cord
has been torn from the wall.

Chubb: That's right. It seems
she called the doctor from downstairs.

Why do you believe that?

There's a second telephone
in the living room,

and we found
several tissues there

impregnated
with her lacrimal fluid.

-It's tears.
-Oh.

She makes the call downstairs.

She comes upstairs to hide

and the intruder, and, you know,
I'm assuming it's a man,

follows her and finds her here

and strangles her with the
telephone cord... [ Chokes ]

tearing it from the wall.

She must have put up
quite the fight.

The sheets were crumpled,
one of the lamps was broken

and there was two sets
of abrasions around her neck.

At some stage, she hits her head
on the bedpost.

-There's a bloodstain, look.
-Madeline: Excuse me, Mr. Pund,

do you think you could, um -
[ Clears throat ]

Do you think you could
just open the window?

-Miss Cain?
-Madeline: It's just...

-Open the window, Pund.
-[ Exclaims ] Oh!

Chubb: Miss Cain!

Up you get.

-Hup.
-Oh!

Come and sit on the bed.

Not the bed! No!

It's alright.
Just have to catch my breath.

I'm sorry, it's just horrible,
what you were describing.

Oh.
Let's get you outside.

You are in the wars.

-Take a seat, Miss Cain.
-[ Grunts ]

I worked with
Associated Biscuits for 12 years

before I came to Mr. Pund,

and I can assure you

I have never experienced
anything like this.

Shall we call the doctor?

No, no. I just need a...

just need a minute
to catch my breath.

John: Hello?

That's John Spencer.

You go ahead and see him.

I'll just wait here
for a moment.

-You're sure?
-Yes. Yes.

I'll just wait in the car.
You go ahead without me.

-Here's your...
-Yeah.

[ Breathing heavily ]

-Um...
-Oh, thank you.

Oh!

Officer Chubb,
I saw your car.

Do you have any news?

This is Mr. Pund, sir.

He's come down
from London to help.

Can we have a word?

Well, of course.
Do come through.

I want you to know that I...

I loved her more
than anyone in the world.

May I ask, Mr. Spencer,
how did you meet?

Uh, it was six years ago,
she was working down here.

It was actually her last film.

They shot some of it
on my father's estate and...

The moment I saw her...

Well, I knew straightaway
there was nobody else.

You were not here
on the evening of her death?

No, I was, uh, at the opera.
"The Marriage of Figaro."

There was a performance...
in Barnstaple.

She did not like the opera?
[ Chuckles ]

No, she had a meeting.

Her...

financial advisor
was looking into the hotel,

so I went alone.

Oh, I wish to God I hadn't.

You know,
I wished I'd stayed with her.

But...

Do you have any idea who may
have attacked her, Mr. Spencer?

I already told
the Detective Inspector.

You should talk
to Lance Gardner.

She knew they were cheating her.

Him and his wife.

The hotel's been losing money
hand over fist.

She threatened to expose them.

And then, uh, you know...
And then this happened.

You should talk to them.

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Forgive me, Detective Inspector,

but have you actually confirmed

that he did indeed
attend the opera?

I hadn't thought
to do that, Mr. Pund.

Hmm.
Perhaps you should.

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I'll, uh...

I'll wait to hear
from you, Mr. MacNeil.

Do you really think
it'll help find Cecily,

Detective Superintendent?

Locke: A public appeal
can't do any harm, sir.

What if someone's holding her
against her will?

Well, they'll see it and...

they'll know
we're looking for her.

These sort of broadcasts
have helped in the past, sir.

Alright.

Yeah, I'll do it.

The television people
will be here tomorrow morning.

Shouldn't take too long.

[ Tense music playing ]

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Aiden:
You just missed the police.

Yes, I saw Detective
Superintendent Locke just now.

Hmm.

He wants me
to do an appeal on TV.

Reaching out to Cecily.

Asking the public for help.

Well, it might be a good idea.

I'll do anything
to get her back.

Anything.

Police use that photograph
in all newspapers.

Hmm. Thank you.

She looks very happy.

Yeah. That's how she is.

Please.

Thank you.

Do you mind me
talking to you about her?

No. I want to talk about her.

I can't think
about anything else.

Where do I start?
I mean, she's...

She's brilliant, kind,
wonderful mum.

Works her guts out
at the hotel.

It's one of the few things
we ever argue about.

She does too much.

So what do you
think's happened to her?

I don't know.

Can't think.

It's all got something to do
with that bloody book, isn't it?

Did you read it?

Not to begin with, no.

I'm not really
into murder mysteries.

Nothing personal.

Oh, don't worry. I don't,
I don't read them either.

Well, not anymore.

Did she say where she got this?

Charity shop.

Alan Conway
hated charity shops. No royalties.

[ Chuckles softly ]

We met him, you know that?

He came here,
asked lots of questions

about Frank Parris
and his murder.

I never heard from him again
and forgot all about it

-until she picked up the book.
-What did she say about it?

Well, obviously,
she recognised lots of things.

I mean, I was in it.

Her mum, her dad.
She was annoyed.

Thought we ought to sue.

I dissuaded her.

So you did read it?

Yes. Yes. She asked me to.

[ Chuckles ] I thought
it was harmless.

I mean, wasn't set in Suffolk,

didn't use any of our names.

The author was dead.
There was nothing we could do.

Cecily knew
that Stefan was innocent.

[ Clicks tongue ] Yeah.

The evidence was all
stacked up against him.

She found the truth in the book.

We talked about it
the morning she disappeared.

She said she'd read
another chapter in bed and...

and she'd found something.

Oh, which chapter?

I don't know, Susan.
I'm sorry.

I should've asked,
but I was in a hurry.

I had to go
to a meeting in Ipswich.

-[ Door opens ]
-New brochures.

Daddy!

Roxy!

Hello, sweetheart!

[ Grunts ]

This is Susan.

She's gonna help us find Mummy.

Hello, Roxy.

I'm Roxana.

It's a very pretty name.

Cess chose it.

This is Gwyneth Endicott,
Derek's mother.

-Derek's our night manager.
-Oh.

Aiden: Gwyneth
helps us with Roxy,

and we could not
manage without her.

I'll take her up
for a bath, Aiden,

and then I'll make tea
for the both of you.

Thank you, Gwyneth.

-It's nice to meet you.
-And you.

-Come on, my love.
-Go on, sweetie.

So what happened
when you came home?

Hmm?

-From Ipswich.
-Oh, um...

Cess wasn't here.

Uh, I wasn't worried,
not to begin with.

I asked Gwyneth, and she said
she'd gone out with the dog.

Had she said where she'd gone?

Well, she usually walked over
in Woodbridge

along the river Deben.

But she hadn't said
anything to Gwyneth.

So I went upstairs with Roxy,
read her a story.

I only realised something
was wrong when...

I heard the dog barking
outside the door.

He had his lead on,
but he was alone.

There was no sign of Cess.

So what did you do?

I'm sorry, Susan. I can't talk
about this right now.

I've got to go to Roxy.

Oh! Yeah.

I...

I called her on her mobile,

I looked in the hotel,

I called her parents
and then I called the police.

I'm - I'm sorry. Can you, um...

Can you show yourself out?

Yes, sure.

It's just I've been over
and over this.

I just...
I can't do this anymore.

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Hello, I'm Susan Ryeland.

Ah, you must be Derek.

I think I just met your mum.

Have you been with Aiden?

Yes.

-Feel so sorry for him.
-Hmm.

Him and Miss Treherne
are the loveliest people.

-They're made for each other.
-Yeah.

Yeah. You were on reception
the night it happened?

You mean when Mr. Parris died?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

It must have been awful for you.

I actually met him.
I helped check him in.

I heard he wasn't easy.

It's not my place to say.

Well, if it was just
between us two.

He wasn't very polite.

Why did I think
you were going to say that?

[ Chuckles softly ]
Well, he wasn't.

I had to order a taxi for him.

He didn't even say thank you.

Huh.
You're the key witness.

That's right.
I had to talk to the police.

What did you see?

I'm not sure
I should really tell you.

I'm trying
to find Cecily, Derek.

Before it's too late.

Oh, alright.

I was over there.

Night reception.

I was on me own that night.

There been a party.

I've been invited,
but I'm not the party sort.

Anyway, I have my job to do.

It was about midnight
when I heard it.

[ Chase barking ]

[ Chase whining ]

[ Continues barking ]

It was Chase.

Cecily's dog.

He slept in a basket upstairs.

He must have had
a bad dream or something.

What is it, Chase?

What is it? Alright?

Yeah. Alright?

And it was while I was there
that I saw him.

Stefan?

I wondered what he was doing
in the hotel so late at night.

But when I looked
down the corridor,

there was no sign of him.

There's not much more to say.

I had to tell the police.

I didn't really like doing that.

Are you sure it was him?

It did look like him.

He had Stefan's woolly hat,

he was carrying
his maintenance kit.

Did you see his face?

Not completely.

I did tell Mr. Locke that.

But he didn't listen?

I just didn't wanna get him
into any more trouble.

Not if it wasn't his fault.

-Stefan had already been fired.
-For stealing?

That wasn't him.

You won't tell Lisa

-I said this, will you?
-No!

There have been a lot of...
petty pilfering.

Everyone knew it wasn't him.

-Who was it then?
-It was Natasha.

Whenever she went into a room,
something went missing.

It's almost a joke.

We were all glad when she left.

I think she's out
of the country now.

But Stefan took
the blame in the end.

I mean,
that must have upset you.

There wasn't
anything I could do.

Anyway after the murder happened

and he confessed
and everything...

Hardly mattered anymore.

Thanks.

Oh, um,

you said
when you first met Frank Parris,

he asked you
to order a taxi for him.

-That's right.
-Do you know where it went?

I do know
because the police asked me,

and anyway, I always
wrote these things down.

So where did he go?

Oh, uh...

He went into Framlingham,

had a meeting
at a solicitor's office.

Wesley and Khan
in Framlingham.

Sajid Khan.

[ Chuckles ] We've met.

[ Chase whining ]

Ah...

Hello.

What made you bark?

What was it?
Hmm?

What did you see?

Don't think Chase'll
tell you anything.

[ Chuckles softly ]

I don't think we've met.

Liam Corby, spa manager.

-I'm Susan -
-I know who you are.

Whole hotel was told
you were coming.

A bit of a fool's errand,
if you ask me.

What, you think Cecily's dead?

She's been missing
almost a week.

A woman like Cecily Treherne
doesn't just...

run away or go into hiding
because something upset her.

-So you think she's been killed?
-I didn't say that.

Just because there was one
gruesome murder at the hotel

doesn't mean
there has to be another.

When did you leave Australia?

When I came here.

When was that?

Why do you want to know?

Frank Parris lived in Australia.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah.

It's a big country, you know,
doesn't mean we ever met.

But you were here when he died?

Gruesomely murdered.

The only exciting thing
that ever happened around here.

Were you close to Stefan?

Yeah, we were mates.

Do you think he did it?

Honestly, I've got no idea.

The police said he did,

the court said he did,
he said he did, so...

It seems pretty likely.

I feel sorry
for the poor bastard,

the way they treated him,

but it's a long way
behind us now.

Nothing anyone
could do about that.

I suggest you just
enjoy your free stay.

Make the most of it.

Massage is on the house.

[ Tense music playing ]

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[ Sighs ]

Alan: Who killed Melissa James?

The last person
to see her alive

had been her financial advisor,
Algernon Marsh.

But her physician,
Dr. Leonard Collins,

had been the last to hear her.

And so it was Dr. Collins

that Atticus Pund
had come to meet.

Are you sure you're alright,
Miss Cain?

Oh, very much so, Mr. Pund.

Yes, I'm so sorry
I made such a fool of myself.

Not at all. No.

This is the car driven
by Dr. Collins?

No, his brother-in-law,
Algernon Marsh.

Melissa's so-called
financial advisor.

-You said you didn't trust him.
-That's right.

Well, it would seem,
he's also not reliable

behind the wheel of a car.

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??

Ah,

if you've come to see Algernon,

I'm afraid he's not here.

No, it is you
I have come to see, Dr. Collins.

Well, I have already told

Detective Inspector Chubb
everything I know.

And yet it would be helpful
for me to hear it once again,

from you.

Are you sure you won't
have some cake, Mr. Pund?

Oh, there is nothing like
my wife's Battenberg.

Not for me. Thank you.

I'll have another slice.

[ All chuckle ]

[ Clears throat ]

I'm afraid I have some questions
to ask you about Melissa James.

Please, fire away.

How well did you know her?

Well, I was her doctor.

So you could say I knew her
as well as anyone.

Samantha: Well,
she took advantage of you.

She would call my husband
day or night,

and she often came here.
It never seemed to occur to her

that Leonard
might have other patients.

And to be fair to her,
she was under a lot of strain.

Yes, the hotel.

It had been losing money.

Samantha:
She blamed the Gardners.

She believed that
they were stealing from her?

Leonard: Well, I don't think
there's any doubt of it.

The hotel was always full,
but it had never shown a profit

from the day she'd bought it.

It made her quite anxious.

She told you
she was being watched.

She did say that. Yes.

-Pund: Watched?
-Hmm.

From the street?

No. At home.

And she said things
were being taken from her room.

Not valuable things,
small things.

Such as?

She wouldn't say.

You received a telephone call

from Miss James
on the day that she died?

That's right.
Sam was here.

Yes, it was 6:28.

I remember the time
from the clock.

Can you tell me
exactly what occurred?

Yes. Yes. Um...

I had just finished surgery.

[ Telephone ringing ]

Hello?

Melissa: I have to speak
to Dr. Collins, please!

Is he there? It's urgent!

It's Melissa. For you.

[ Melissa crying ]

She's very upset.

[ Melissa shouts indistinctly ]

Miss James?

Melissa: Oh, my God!

Please, please, please,
come around!

I don't know what to do.

I'm so frightened! Please!

He wants to kill me.

Please don't leave me
here on my own.

Melissa. Melissa! Please.
Please, try to calm down.

Can you leave the house?

Melissa: I don't know!

He's still here!

Oh, my God, help me!
Please, hurry!

[ Crying ] He wants to kill me!
Please, hurry!

Stay right where you are, I will
be with you in two minutes.

[ Exhales deeply ]

In fact, it took me
10 minutes to get there.

Finding my keys,
the car wouldn't start.

There was a tractor in the lane.

Hmm.

I'm still kicking myself.

If only I'd gotten there sooner.

You could have been
killed yourself.

Well...

You're certain, she said
there's a man in the house?

I can't be certain, but that is
what it sounded like. Yes.

And you heard this
conversation too, Mrs. Collins?

Yes.

It was definitely Melissa,

and she was definitely
in fear of her life.

Hmm. Hmm.

Oh!

Thank you for cooperation,
Dr. Collins.

-And very good cake.
-Ah.

I'll take you to the hotel,
Mr. Pund.

You're staying
at the Moonflower?

Yes, we have rooms there.

Well, it won't be the same
without Melissa.

Samantha: Do you think
we should have told them?

-What?
-About the money?

I don't see that it's got
anything to do with any of this.

Melissa didn't know
anything about it.

Nobody did. No, no, no, no.

It's nobody's business
except ours.

I think we should
leave here, Leonard.

I don't think
we can stay anymore.

This is a new chance
for us, my darling.

It's a blessing.

It's a chance for us
to get away from Tawley

and build a new life
for ourselves.

Where will we go?

Wherever you want to go.

I just want to be with you.

Somewhere far away.

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[ Exhales ]

How do you do it?

I mean,
how do you even begin?

Begin what?

-To work things out.
-Ah.

I'm reading.

The book.
I've read the book.

There is nothing in it
that has anything to do

-with what happened here.
-Is that really true?

You tell me. Except you won't,
will you? You never do.

[ Chuckles softly ]
I will say only this.

There is one thing
that is indeed the same.

From the moment
I first arrived in Tawley,

I was aware...
of something wrong.

It was, if you like,
an atmosphere.

A sense of evil in the air.

It's here, too.

Do you not feel it?

You need,
I think, to be careful.

It might have been better
not to have come.

Yes, but -

??

Cecily. We need to talk to you.
We want to help you.

I worry how much longer
the police can keep searching -

They'll find her.

I'm here because of something
that happened a long time ago.

The murder of Frank Parris.

I wasn't aware that happiness
was prescribed by English law.

-Pund: Mr. Berlin?
-Yes?

Pund:
I'm helping the police

with their enquiries into
the death of Melissa James.

Oscar: I heard the sound of
a terrible argument.

She was talking
to her housekeeper?

-Oscar: Yes.
-She knew.

The hotel manager
has asked to see you.

I don't trust him an inch.

Phyllis: It's the police.

I'm afraid Mr. Spencer
is not in the house.

Actually, Mrs. Chandler,
it's you we've come to see.

[ Theme music playing ]

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