All language subtitles for Magpie.Murders.S02E03.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Melissa James had no enemies,
but sometime between 6:28

and 6:38 in the evening,

somebody broke into her house
and strangled her.

She called her physician,
Dr. Leonard Collins.

Melissa: He wants to kill me!
I'm so frightened!

The killer strangles her
with the telephone cord,

tearing it from the wall.

He drove straight around,

but by the time he arrived,
she was dead.

Who do you think
may have been responsible?

You should talk to
Lance Gardner, him and his wife.

Have you actually confirmed
that her husband,

John Spencer,
did indeed attend the opera?

There's a film producer
called Oscar Berlin.

He had a row with Miss James

just one hour before
she was killed.

-I've changed my mind.
-Well, there's her

financial adviser.

A man by the name
of Algernon Marsh.

A dodgy customer
if ever there was one.

I want you to read the book.

Frank Parris.
He was murdered.

Killed in a hotel.

You were on reception
the night it happened?

-What did you see?
-Stefan?

He wasn't guilty.
He wasn't the killer.

-What about Cecily?
-She read it.

And then she disappeared.

Do you really think
it'll help find Cecily?

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

Stefan Leonida was arrested

-and found guilty of murder.
-He's still behind bars.

Cecily knew
that Stefan was innocent.

She found the truth in the book.

You need,
I think, to be careful.

It might have been better
not to have come.

Cecily.

I don't know what's happened
or what's upset you.

But please,

let us know
that you're safe.

We are...

all so worried about you.

Roxy and I are at home...

waiting for you.

And your mum
and dad and Lisa.

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

[ Sighs ]

[ Aiden shivering ]

Gwyneth: Oh, the poor man.

It's so awful.

Aiden: And if there's
anyone out there,

holding Cecily
against her will.

Please...

let her go.

It's not too late right now,

but we need to know
that she's safe.

Mrs. MacNeil was last seen
in the vicinity

of the hotel last Wednesday.

She may have been
walking her dog,

a black Labrador
called Chase.

If anyone has any information
about Mrs. MacNeil,

we would urge them

to call us on the number
being shown on the screen.

All calls will be answered
in confidence.

Thank you.

They're wasting their time.

You can't be sure that's true.

She's six feet underground

in the middle of a wood
with a rope around her neck.

She's not gonna be found.

How can you say that?

Just a guess.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Clears throat ]

Good morning, Mr. Pund.

Oh, Miss Cain,
how are you?

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

I hope you slept well

and were able to put the events
of yesterday behind you.

I feel very foolish.

If I'm going to be working
with a detective,

then I should expect unpleasant
details to be part of the job.

Not at all.

I've never allowed myself
to become inured to the sight

or the description
of violence.

Murder...

it's not a business.

Nor is it a pastime.

Your sensitivity
does you credit.

I just hope that you can
find out who's responsible.

That is why we are here.

Well, if you've finished
your breakfast,

the hotel manager
has asked to see you.

Mr. Lance Gardner.

Do you mind if I put forward
an opinion, Mr. Pund?

-Not at all.
-I don't trust him an inch.

Mm-hmm.

[ Door opens ]

We just wanted to tell you,
Mr. Pound...

Oh, it's Pund.

...that anyway
we can help you.

It's awful.
It's unbelievable.

Yeah, we've been running this
hotel ever since she bought it.

Running it into the ground
from what we hear.

[ Scoffs ]

I don't know
who you've been talking to,

but that
is an outrageous lie.

But you had argued
with Melissa James.

She made
certain accusations.

Yes. She didn't know
what she was talking about.

Threatening us with an audit
was completely out of order.

She planned to have
your accounts examined?

She had her financial advisor
come down from London.

But we would have
been glad to meet him.

We have nothing to hide.

Well, then perhaps
I could take a look?

Well...

I worked in the accounts
department

of Associated Biscuits
for 12 years.

It might be helpful
to understand

the financial circumstances
of the hotel.

Well, you're barking up
the wrong tree, actually.

[ Clears throat ]

We're glad you're both here.
We are...

We have information
that could help you.

Oh, please.

Yeah, Miss James
had an office here,

and after she died,
we found this.

It's obviously a first draft.

It doesn't say who it's to.

"My darling, darling,

I can't go on
living this lie anymore.

I simply can't.

We have to be brave

and tell the world
about the love we share."

It's dated last February.

And this is her handwriting?

Most definitely.

You should have given this
to Detective Inspector Chubb.

Well, we gave it to you.

We thought you'd be grateful.

This is evidently not
addressed to her husband.

I'm no detective, Mr. Pund,

but if John Spencer found out

that his wife
was planning to leave him...

Maureen:
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

He'd kill her.

Sajid: Miss Ryeland. What
a pleasure to see you again.

Don't tell me you're involved
in another murder.

I...I'll be honest
and say that...

I've dined out
on many occasions

following our last encounter.

I'm sure you have,
Mr. Khan.

So what brings you back
to our neck of the woods?

Well, I've been asked to help
with the disappearance

of Cecily Treherne,
or MacNeil.

That's her married name.

Ah, yes, yes.
I never met the lady myself,

but I saw
the police broadcast.

So how do you believe that
you can help?

Well, there's a possibility

she knew something
about a murder

that happened eight years ago --
Frank Parris.

Well, of course,
I remember that.

Alan Conway wrote about it.

Yes, yes, it's his third book.

"Atticus Pund Takes The Case."

-Oh, you've read it?
-Twice.

Ah.

-And you met Frank Parris?
-Oh, absolutely.

In this very room.

It's not an experience
I'm likely to forget.

It seems a very simple matter
to me, Mr. Khan.

The house was left to me
and my sister equally.

And unfortunately,
I need my half of the house.

The money.

You say she won't be
happy about selling it,

and I'm very sorry,

but I wasn't aware
that happiness

was prescribed by English law.

The only reason I'm here

is to give you notice
of my intentions.

He seemed angry, unhappy.

Probably because
his business had gone bust.

But you say he had a sister
who lived here in Suffolk?

That's right. Yes.
The house was in Westleton.

Left to them
by their parents years ago.

As a matter of fact,
I did the conveyancing.

-It's a beautiful place.
-Right.

And what was
the sister's name?

Joanne Webster.

I see no harm
in telling you now.

She's no longer
a client of mine,

and I have to say,
I'm quite relieved.

-Why was that?
-Well, I think she inherited

some of the same genes
as her brother.

She was very rude,
very demanding.

And she treated
her husband disgracefully.

Martin Webster.

I met them three or four times,

and he never
got a word in edgeways.

Hmm.

-Westleton?
-Heath House.

Mr. Parris went straight there
after he'd seen me.

Oh, that can't have gone well.

Well, um,
they never talked about it.

But then, of course,
the next day, he was dead.

Was there anything
they could have done

legally to stop
the sale of the house?

I'm afraid not.

Uh, Mr. Parris let them
live there for 20 years.

But the will was very clear.

Mr. and Mrs. Webster could
buy him out of market price.

But if they were unable
to do so,

well, they had no choice
but to put it up for sale.

Right.

Well, thank you, Mr. Khan.
Pleasure to see you again.

Likewise, Miss Ryeland.

How, how's your sister
by the way?

-Katie?
-Yes.

She mentioned that
you were coming to Suffolk.

You saw Katie?

-Of course.
-She's a client?

She has consulted me.

Nothing of any importance.

Hmm.
She never mentioned it to me.

I doubt
it even crossed her mind.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

I think these need moving
to shrubs and small trees.

-Right, Mrs. Williams.
-Thank you.

-[ Susan chuckles ]
-Susan...

What are you doing here?

Oh, that wasn't quite
the welcome I was expecting.

Um, no, I'm just surprised.

Have you been to the house?

No, I came straight here.

-Well, it's lovely to see you.
-[ Both chuckle ]

Oh, you've never visited me
at work before.

Well, I didn't have much
of a garden in Crouch End.

Ah, I suppose it's all
olive trees and olive gardens

-now you're in Crete.
-[ Both chuckle ]

Got time for a coffee?

-Have you?
-Of course.

Yeah. Come, come through.

I thought you were busy.

Up to your eyes
in murder again.

I couldn't believe it
when you told me on the phone.

Thank you.

Katie: So...

Tell me all about Crete.

I want to hear about you
and Andreas.

I'm not sure there is a me and
Andreas right now. I don't know.

Don't you like the hotel?

I don't like running it.

It's as if the whole world
is having fun except me.

Oh, Sue...

I was so happy for you
when you went out there.

I...I thought
you'd finally found yourself.

You mean,
I was more like you.

Don't say that.

Why not?

You shouldn't
compare yourself to me.

I saw Sajid Khan this morning.

Sajid Khan?

Yes, the solicitor.

He said he'd seen you.

Did he?

[ Chuckles softly ]

Yeah.
He said you consulted him.

Oh, of course, um...

Yeah, we had to fire
one of the managers,

and it wasn't very pleasant,

and he was giving us
some legal advice.

Susan: Oh.

Well, I was just worried,
that's all.

Yeah, well,
he's talking out of turn

because he was dealing
with the centre, not me.

So I might ought
to have a word.

But everything is okay?

-How's Gordon?
-He's fine.

Yeah, he'd be sorry
to miss you.

-Where is he?
-New York.

Again.

But Jack's at home.

In fact, he's working here.

How's that happened?
I thought he was at uni.

Well, he's dropped out
for a year.

It's all got a bit much,
so he's come back home.

But obviously there was no point

in lounging
around the house all day,

so I've got him
a part time job here.

Can I see him?

Of course.
He'll be thrilled.

Jack, look who's here.

-Hi.
-Hi, Aunt Susan.

Oh, you're not seriously
gonna call me aunt, are you?

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, you look...

You look a bit sweaty.
[ Chuckles ]

Katie: Jack's doing very well.
He's really made his mark.

Yes, your mum was saying that

you've taken a year out
of university.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, with everything
that's happened,

there didn't seem
much point, so...

Exams and all that pressure.

Oh, we're very lucky
to have him here.

I have to take this back.

-Yeah. Lovely to see you, Jack.
-Jack: Yeah.

I'll walk with you to your car.

Well, so that's Jack.

Whatever happened
to the little boy

who used
to tell jokes all the time

and wanted
to be a racing driver.

They grow up.

You should
come and visit more often.

So, Katie, what did he mean
by "everything that's happened"?

He had problems at university.

So, he was getting
behind with his work.

He's never been
very good under pressure.

I don't want to go into it.

Hmm.

So when am I gonna
see you again?

Whenever you like.

We have to meet
in Woodbridge, though,

because I've got the builders
in at the moment.

-Oh.
-They're just redecorating.

But the kitchen's a disaster.

There's a very nice pub, though,
down by the river.

Okay, I'll call you.

-Take care.
-Yeah.

Just don't get yourself
into any more trouble.

[ Both chuckle ]

You should have told her.

What...

It's none of her business.

And I didn't want to.

Why not?

Because there's nothing
she can do.

So we're just meant
to stand here

and pretend
everything's all right?

That's not what we're doing.

No, we're just trying
to find a way through this.

Mum, you're so full of it,
you know that?

How dare you talk
to me like that?

[ Whispers ] How dare you talk
to me like that here?

You've got no idea!

Excuse me,
but are you Martin Webster?

I am. Yes.
How can I help?

My name is Susan Ryeland.

This might sound strange,
but I'm here

because of something
that happened a long time ago.

The murder of Frank Parris.

That was
a very long time ago.

[ Chuckles ] Yes.

[ Chuckles softly ]

Why don't you come in?

Okay. Thank you.

Hard to believe it's been almost
eight years since Frank's death.

Amazing how the time flies.

You saw him the day he died?

Well, technically,

Frank was killed on the Saturday
just after midnight.

We saw him the day before.

We hadn't seen him
since he left London.

He emigrated to Australia?

-Yes.
-Martin: Set up his

own agency there.

It's called Day's End.

But it didn't last very long,
I'm afraid.

Gone by the day's end,
you might say

It went bust.

Was that why he wanted you to
buy out his share in the house?

Who told you that?

It's hardly confidential,
darling.

Yes, that's
what he came here for.

I have to say,
it was a very...

memorable visit.

Joanne: You can't do this
to us, Frank!

We've been here
all our married lives!

Frank: I'm not doing
anything to you, dear.

Maybe you should be thanking me.

I let you live here,

I never asked you
for a penny's rent.

Why would we even
consider paying you rent?

He could have asked.

For heaven's sake, Martin,
stay out of it!

It's got nothing to do with you.

I live here, too.

Joanne: I am not
selling this house.

I am not moving.

I've already spoken to your
solicitor in Framlingham.

You don't have any choice.

-Joanne...
-No, Martin!

You disgust me, Frank!

Coming here like this.

If Mum and Dad could see you.

Oh, thank goodness
they never did.

The disgusting life
you led in London.

All those young men,

the parties
and all the rest of it.

Are you jealous, darling?

Just get out, Frank!

Go! I don't want to talk to you!

Then talk to Khan.

It's nice to see
you haven't changed

in all these years, Joanne.

You're still a cow

who makes life miserable
for anyone who comes near.

Nice seeing you
again, Martin.

I'll see myself out.

[ Door closes ]

You weren't much help.

Would've been awful,
wouldn't it, dear?

We'd been forced
to sell this place.

Yes.

Fortunately,
it never came to that.

-You mean he was murdered?
-Exactly.

Were you at all upset
by the news?

Well, of course we were.

Don't get this wrong, Susan.

No matter what else
Frank Parris may have been,

he was still Joanne's brother.

What was that old saying?

Blood runs thicker than water?

Martin: And there was...

a lot of blood.

Joanne in particular,

was...was very upset
when she heard the news.

There we are.

This is very possibly...

the last picture
ever taken of him.

I took it out in the front here.

See for yourself.

Brother and sister and...

the very best of friends.

[ Knocking at door ]

Atticus: Mr. Berlin?

Yes?

My name is Atticus Pund.

I'm helping the police

with their enquiries
into the death of Melissa James.

I cannot help you, Mr. Pund.

I've already told the police
everything I know.

I wish only to eliminate you
from the investigation.

Very well.

Melissa left the hotel.

We had not had
a pleasant encounter.

I had made no secret of that.

But that was it.
I never saw her again.

She had decided
not to take part in a film.

Not just a film, Mr. Pund.

Film I was born to make.

"Eleanor of Aquitaine."

The mother of England's
greatest monarch,

King Richard I.

She had agreed to play the part,
I believed her.

And for the next three years,

I devoted myself
to this subject.

I developed the script,
I raised the finance,

I sold everything
I had to make it happen.

And then
weeks before production,

she told me...

that she had
changed her mind.

You must have been angry.

Angry enough to kill her?

Maybe I was.

What did you do after she left?

I was choked up inside.

I could not breathe,
I needed air, so I went out.

I went for a walk.
What else could I do?

Where did you walk?

On...on the beach.

The one they called Greysands.

It would be helpful
if somebody saw you.

[ Chuckles ] I wish they had,
but it was late.

It was just me
and the waves, Mr. Pund.

There was nobody else about.

Madeline: You went
for a walk on Greysands?

-Yes.
-Well, forgive me

for interrupting, Mr. Pund,

but I think the gentleman
must be mistaken.

I grew up close to here,
and it's impossible

to walk on the beach after 6:00.

Certainly at this time of year.

The afternoon tide.
The beach is flooded.

I'm sorry.
What are you saying?

Only that you could have
tried to have walked,

but you'd have got very wet.

The tide was high.

It would have been
up to your neck.

Atticus: Perhaps, after all,
it was another beach.

-Uh...
-On the other hand,

if you do not wish
to be implicated

in this crime, Mr. Berlin,

it would be much better
if you told us the truth.

[ Clears throat ]

I need some water.

-Miss Cain?
-Of course.

[ Pouring water ]

I have been stupid.

To lie to the police
is always unwise.

I didn't have anything
useful to tell them.

I just did not wish
to be involved.

But you are involved, and now
you must tell us everything.

-Here.
-Thank you.

All right.
I went to her house.

-To Clarence Keep.
-What time was this?

Five past 6:00.

23 minutes before
she called Dr. Collins.

What did you hope to achieve?

I thought I...

might be able to persuade her
to think again about the film.

-Did you see her?
-No.

I parked close by.

I did not want her
to see me arrive.

I went up to the front door,

but before I could knock,
I heard the sound of a...

terrible argument.

Melissa: I want you out of my
house by the end of the day.

Phyllis: Please, Miss James.

Melissa: I've had it with you,
Mrs. Chandler.

I warned you that
I'd contact the police.

-Phyllis: Please...
-Melissa: The hotel was crooked.

And if I hadn't have
seen it with my own eyes,

I wouldn't have believed this.

Phyllis: Please, don't do this.

Melissa: Oh, just go...
by the end of the day.

Oscar: It was clearly not
the best time to approach her.

So, I thought I would wait
until the next day.

But, of course...

there was no next day.

It was foolish of me.
Madness...

to go at all.

She was talking
to her housekeeper?

Oscar: Yes.

Mrs. Chandler.

She had nothing to do
with the running of the hotel.

I can only tell you
what I heard, Mr. Pund.

Ask her.
She will tell you the truth.

Melissa definitely said

the hotel was crooked.

[ Whispers ] Crooked.

-Miss Cain?
-Hmm?

You never mentioned that
you knew this part of the world.

I've never been here
before in my life, Mr. Pund.

I'm afraid I made it up.

All that business
about Greysands.

I could see
that he was fibbing,

and I thought I might be
able to flush him out.

[ Chuckles softly ]

You're a remarkable person.

You two ready there?

Oh, at your disposal,
Detective Inspector.

Chubb: Right.

Let's go.

-Miss Ryeland.
-Joanne.

There's something I want
you to understand.

Whatever Martin
may have said just now,

we didn't want to see Frank.

And we don't want
to see you again either.

I'm sorry?

This has got nothing
to do with us.

And it's got nothing
to do with you.

So just get lost
and leave us alone.

[ Engine starts ]

Why does everything have to be
so bloody complicated?

The investigation?

Or your personal life?

Both.

I can only help
with one of those.

Yes, I...I know.

[ Exhales ]

Oh, God.

Haven't smoked for six months.

I've been so good.

-Ah!
-[ Tyres screech ]

I'm not gonna
find Cecily, am I?

I don't know what I'm doing,
that's the problem.

I don't even know
where to start.

You've already started.

You've met the protagonists,
you asked questions.

Yes, but the questions
just lead to more questions

and nobody's giving me
any answers.

Let me give you
some advice, Susan.

Murder has a pattern.

To begin with,

you may see only
violence and chaos,

but the pattern,
it's always there.

Well, uh...

I've got a murder
that happened eight years ago,

the wrong man arrested,

the real killer
hidden inside a work of fiction,

which has little or nothing
to do with real life.

And now the disappearance

and possibly
the murder of Cecily Treherne.

Where's the pattern
in all of that?

Forgive me,
but do you not perhaps need

to approach all of this
in a more orderly manner?

[ Scoffs ]

Go on, tell me.

You look here,
you look there,

you...you look
in every direction.

But it would be so much easier

if you take it
one step at a time.

That's really helpful.
Thank you.

Four simple questions.

-That's all it comes down to.
-Hmm.

Who, why, what, and where.

Go on.

Who killed Frank Parris?

It wasn't Stefan Leonida.

-I'm sure of that.
-Good.

-One step forward already.
-Yes.

All right, so the next question
is, why was he killed?

Why indeed? He was a stranger
to the country.

He was visiting his sister,
his brother in law.

Because he wanted them
to sell the house.

But all of that happened
outside of the hotel.

Alan Conway
didn't even meet them.

So then what?

[ Clicks tongue ]

What did he put in his book?

-And finally?
-Where is Cecily Treherne?

That's what
you have to discover.

That's why you're here.

But I...I fear that for you,

this is the most
difficult question of all.

Because I'm afraid
of the answer.

Of course.

Thank you.

I do what I can.

Oh, may I give you
one other piece of advice?

-Of course.
-You should really stop smoking.

Oh.

You're not real, are you?

You're just
my guilty conscience.

Atticus: Always a pleasure
to see you, Susan.

Liam: Two, three,
yeah, come back up.

Yeah, one more. Down.

Two, three. Hold it.

And gently back up.

-[ Exhales ]
-Well done.

Take a one minute rest.
Grab some water.

-What is it?
-[ Sighs ] Susan Ryeland.

-Your friend from Crete.
-Oh, she's no friend of mine.

-I can believe that.
-Have you spoken to her?

-We exchanged a few words.
-What did you tell her?

I told her
she was wasting her time.

Is that all?

Said it was a wild goose chase.

That Cecily's probably dead.

That's what you think, isn't it?

[ Sighs ] I don't know
what I think.

Of course, I could have
told her a lot more.

You don't know anything.

I know how you and your parents
were treating Stefan.

And how much you were
paying him for a start.

Maybe I should put in
for a pay rise myself.

For keeping my mouth shut
about what goes on around here.

Do you think anyone else
would employ you, Liam?

The only reason
you've stayed here so long

is because you've got
nowhere else to go.

You're not the only one
keeping your mouth shut.

Down on the mat, Lisa.

Press ups. Give me 10.

One, two, three.

I saw the broadcast this
morning, is there any news?

Ah, the usual flurry of reports,
nothing concrete.

I worry how much longer
the police can keep searching...

-They'll find her.
-Yes, of course, they will.

Lawrence: I keep thinking about
her on her wedding day

here in this hotel
all those years ago.

She was so happy,
so radiant.

-Nervous.
-Yeah, that too.

She couldn't sleep worrying
about all the arrangements,

and in the end, I got her pills,
but she didn't take them.

Why was she so worried?

Pauline:
Cecily is a perfectionist.

As far as she was concerned,
nothing could go wrong.

Lawrence:
You remember that horoscope?

Oh, God, yes.

It was in the newspaper
the day of the wedding.

It said there were going
to be ups and downs.

She believed that?

Lawrence: Oh, absolutely, yeah.
She read it every day.

And it was true.
Flowers didn't show up.

Then there was
that business with the pen.

Yeah, that was Stefan again.

Or at least
that's what we all believed.

What happened?

Uh, a fountain pen
of mine went missing

the day before the wedding.

Quite an expensive one.

I had lent it to Cecily.

-Why?
-Good luck.

You know, something old,
something new,

-something borrowed.
-Oh, yeah.

-Stefan took it.
-I'm sorry.

Why would Stefan
steal a fountain pen?

Lawrence: I have no idea.

Ask Aiden. He saw him.

The pen? Why are you even
asking about that?

Lawrence mentioned it.

I don't know.

It was there on the side,

Stefan came in with a whole pile
of cards and presents,

and after he'd gone,
it wasn't there anymore.

I never accused him,
if that's what you mean.

But I thought for a minute
that he had taken it.

Anyway, what does it matter?

Cecily just borrowed
something from Lisa

and that was that.
That was the end of it.

She never mentioned it again.

Thank you.

Where's Roxanna?

-School.
-This must be very hard on her.

I keep telling her that...

Mummy will be coming back.

You have no idea what it's like
to feel so powerless.

Just have to sit there waiting.

The police will find her.

It's easy enough to say,
isn't it?

It's been eight days now.

Have you found anything?

-Anything at all?
-Not yet.

[ Sighs ]

Is it true

that Lawrence
is paying you £10,000

to come here
and just read the book?

The book that you published.

-Who told you that?
-Lisa.

Well, I hope
I'm doing more than that.

Like what?

Well, um,
I'm going to London tomorrow.

I'm hoping
to speak to Stefan Leonida.

He's in jail in Norfolk.

I have a friend who works
with the prison service.

The writer Craig Andrews.

I'm hoping that
he can arrange a visit for me,

and I'm going
to see James Taylor.

-Who's James Taylor?
-He was Alan's partner.

He kept all of Alan's
notes and diaries,

and he may be able
to give me some idea

of what Alan was thinking
when he came here.

That's worth £10,000, is it?

Aiden, it's not just
about the money.

See, that's not what Lisa said.

I am trying to help.

Well, the pen's got something
to do with it, does it?

I don't know.

Aiden: Cecily is out there.

Cecily is in trouble,
and that is all that matters.

Finding her.

You'll let me know
if there's any news?

-Of course.
-Good luck.

Mr. Marsh.

Yes?

I wonder
if we might have a word?

If you're looking
for my brother-in-law,

he's with a patient.

Well, we're not here to see,
Dr. Collins, sir.

We want to talk to you.

[ Sighs ]

Atticus: When was the last time
you saw Melissa James?

I'm sure you already know
the answer to that.

I saw her
on the evening of her death.

She had requested a meeting.

Exactly.

Yes, she was
worried about the hotel,

it's finances.
I was her advisor.

You advised her, I believe,
to invest £55,000

in a company called
Day's End Holdings.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Although, I'd be very interested

to know
where you got that figure.

Her bank manager.

What is the business of
Day's End Holdings, Mr. Marsh?

It's building villas
in the south of France,

a place called Cap-Ferrat.

It's, uh, a very, very,
up and coming area.

Atticus: And, um...

How many villas has it built?

Ah, well...

[ Chuckles ] It's not quite
as simple as all that.

-Oh, I think it's very simple.
-None at all?

These things do take time.

Had you informed
Miss James that you were

the proprietor of the company,

that it in fact,
belonged to you?

Uh...

-I'm sure she was aware of it.
-Meaning no.

Are you aware of the Larceny Act
of 1916, Section 32?

Prohibiting the obtaining of
money under false pretences

with intention
to defraud, Mr. Marsh.

I didn't defraud anybody.

And I didn't kill Melissa,
if that's what you think.

She and I had worked together
for a long time,

and we had a close relationship.

A very,
very close relationship.

She trusted me.

Where did you go
after you saw her?

I had a drink at the pub.

Several drinks.

Well, I imagine
someone would have seen you.

Well, I'm sure that you'll ask.

Madeline:
It's a Ponzi scheme, isn't it?

-Day's End Holdings?
-Hmm.

Investors put money
into a business,

which is only used to
bring other investors in.

It only takes
one of them to pull out,

and the whole thing collapses.

But Mr. Marsh
has suggested

that he and Miss James were more
than business partners.

"My darling, darling.
We have to tell the world."

He's not an unattractive man.

It's possible

I've decided
to stay with my sister.

When?

Haven't you got
anything better to do

than sit there reading
that stupid comic?

We're going
to have to leave here.

You heard
what Miss James said.

But she's not here anymore.

She knew.

And there's no saying
who she'll have told.

Anyway, Mr. Spencer
won't keep the house now.

I got no place here.

Where will I go?

That's your problem.

[ Car approaches ]

It's the police.

[ Car door opening ]

-Oh...
-Good morning, sir.

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

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

Um, can we come in?

Yes, sir.

Hmm.

-Thank you.
-Hmm.

I'm afraid you're gonna
have to come clean

with us, Mrs. Chandler.

I don't know
what you mean, sir.

On the night of her death,

you had an argument
with Melissa James.

I would never argue
with my employer, sir.

She fired you.
Are you gonna deny it?

She also threatened you
with the police.

She accused us of theft.

She had completely
the wrong end of the stick.

We hadn't taken anything.

And yet Miss James told
her physician, Dr. Collins,

that items were being
taken from her room.

Uh, it's...it's not true.

She also believed
that she was being watched.

She said, and these
were her exact words,

that, "The hotel was crooked."

The managers
were stealing from her.

Everyone knew that.

Hmm, yes. But it is possible she
was referring to something else.

If you don't mind, I would
like to look upstairs.

The picture of the hotel
was crooked.

That's what
Melissa James had seen.

She said she saw it
with her own eyes.

[ Mutters ]

She was indeed being watched,
was she not, Eric?

An eye hole concealed
in the wall.

I noticed it the moment
I entered the bedroom.

You knew this?

I'm so ashamed.

-Mother...
-I never wanted you!

-Not from the day you was born.
-And you never let me forget it.

His father died in the first war
and left me alone with him.

His father was everything
he wasn't.

-He's nothing to me.
-Will you stop it?

I don't think
we should discuss this here.

[ Eric breathing shakily ]

I didn't mean anything by it.

But Miss James was so lovely.

She was like an angel.

I just wanted to look at her.

You removed personal items
from her room?

Um, stockings...

one of her scarves.

I...I like to think
that she was my friend, uh...

That she was close to me.

And when
she discovered the truth,

when she threatened you
with arrest,

what did you do?

I did nothing.

[ Stammering ]
I would never hurt her.

No, I didn't...
I didn't touch her.

-Susan: I wonder what he did.
-Andreas: Who?

Derek Endicott.
He's the night manager here.

Alan Conway turned him
into this really

pathetic, sad character.

You're still reading the book?

Oh, I hate reading it.

It reminds me
of working with Alan.

How's the investigation?

Susan: Don't even ask.

I mean, Aiden, Lisa, Liam,

Martin Webster
and his horrible wife.

Even Derek. I keep looking at
them and I ask...

"Could you have killed someone?

"Frank Parris? Cecily?

"I mean,
do you have that in you?"

Andreas: I don't like you
being there on your own.

Well, then why don't you
come over and join me?

Every morning,
I wake up and I think

I'm gonna find you lying
next to me.

I sometimes think FaceTime is
the worst invention ever made.

At least it allows us
to see each other.

Hmm.

Do you miss me?

Andreas:
Do you even have to ask?

[ Chuckles softly ]

Oh, sell the bloody hotel.

We could live in Crete
and just do something else.

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

We could become shepherds.
[ Chuckles ]

Grow olive trees, anything.

[ Andreas chuckles ]

Susan: Oh, I've got to go.

I've got to be up first thing

and drive to London
in the morning.

I've got an interview.

For a job?

It's an independent
publishing company

and I know the CEO.

Good luck.

Do you mean that?

I only want
what's best for you.

-I know, but...
-I've got to go.

-Oh.
-[ Call ends ]

Locke: Right,
thank you very much.

Oh!

Going somewhere,
Miss Ryeland?

Detective Superintendent Locke.

I thought we were on
first name terms by now.

We're not on any terms at all.
I want a word.

I couldn't believe it when they
told me you were back again.

Nosing around
in police business.

I'm here because
I've been asked to help.

Help what?
Find Cecily Treherne?

Do you know many people
I got out there

searching the woods,
digging up half the countryside?

So what,
you think she's dead?

I didn't say that.

But this isn't one of your cosy
crime novels, Miss Ryeland.

This is a matter
of life and death.

Which happens to be
a very accurate description

of a crime novel,
Detective Superintendent.

But you know perfectly well

that Cecily read one
of the Atticus Pund novels

-just before she disappeared.
-What...

And you still believe that
there's something hidden in it?

-Some sort of clue?
-You don't?

I've read
"Atticus Pund Takes the Case."

I've been forced to read
through all 300 pages of it.

It's rubbish.
Hollywood actress strangled

in some village
that didn't even exist.

It's got absolutely nothing
to do with what happened here.

Except that everyone is in it,
including you.

You've never forgiven
Alan Conway

for doing that, have you?

Alan Conway is dead and buried.

He came here.
He knew something.

If he knew something, he
should have gone to the police.

-Well, yes, on that, I agree
with you, but the fact remains,

he realised that you'd
arrested the wrong person.

And Cecily believed it, too.

Now, you listen to me.

I investigated
the murder of Frank Parris,

and the evidence against
Stefan Leonida was overwhelming.

He pleaded guilty,
he confessed.

I want to see him.

Well, that's
not going to happen.

Leonida killed Parris
for the money that he needed

to feed his gambling habit.

-It was as simple as that.
-Oh, what? £150?

He was a career criminal!

We have plenty
of these Romanian gangsters

operating out of Ipswich.

Begging, burglary,
violent assaults, prostitution.

These aren't nice people,
let me assure you.

No, of course, he was Romanian,
so he must be guilty then.

I think you should be very
careful what you say to me.

You're leaving Suffolk,
is that right?

Yes. I'm on my way to London.

Not far enough.
Let me give you a warning.

You can take whatever money

the Trehernes
are stupid enough to pay you

and get the hell out of here
because if I see you again,

I will arrest you.

-Oh, on what grounds?
-Obstruction.

Interfering with
the police investigation,

false representation, fraud.
I don't care!

You have got no place here,
and I'm ordering you to leave!

So, Detective Superintendent,

what do you think
has happened to Cecily?

Well, I'm keeping an open mind.

But I tell you one thing
it wasn't.

It wasn't somebody
named in some stupid

murder mystery story
written eight years ago.

So get in your car
and get out of here

and don't come back.

How well did you know
Mr. Parris?

Now, second murder.
You never stop, do you?

I have got something
that may help you.

They're the notes
Alan made when he was writing

"Atticus Pund Take the Case."

I do have one piece
of information,

which may be of help.

Were you aware that your wife
was having an affair?

-[ Screaming ]
-[ Gasps ]

What now?

Susan: I'm looking
for another job.

Actually, I've got
an interview today.

I thought you were happy
in Crete.

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