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(tense music)

So do you remember how worn out the legs were before?

Not the chair or me you're on about there, darling.

(laughing)

So I recovered this using a fabric that I picked up at a local flea market.

Do you remember, honey?

I do remember you insisted on driving us there.

Right, I just need to finish securing this on.

Allow me, madam.

A staple gun will suffice.

I mean, as we always say, big is not always best, luckily for you, darling.

I have a local firm actually finishing the rest of the set off for me

because as you know, later on this week, we'll be having our...

Live stream main event.

Where we will finally reveal our fully renovated home.

And of course, you guys get the chance to ask us any questions.

How have I been married to this controlling witch for so long?

Well, why is my husband such an obnoxious ass?

Cut!

Cut!

We've talked about this.

Can we please just stick to the script?

Your followers want to see a united, happy couple.

Sure, you can just edit out that last section, can't you?

Maybe leave the technical stuff to people who know what they're actually doing.

You are insufferable, Preston.

Roll on the live stream and I can finally kick this oaf out of my house.

Huh, you know what you mean, my house, darling?

Over my dead body, honey.

Nate, my office radiator's stopped not working properly.

I wonder if you could look at it for me.

I need someone who, um, who knows what they're doing.

Sure.

I'm not having that adulterous cow take this place from me.

(screaming)

Oh, is that a mouse?

Be careful.

It's okay.

Looks like it's been dead a while.

Wonder where it's come from.

You, you've gone too far this time.

Hey, whoa, it wasn't me.

I mean, I wish it was.

I hate you.

Oh, come on, Mrs. S, don't get upset.

Here.

Thank you.

I don't know what I'll do without you.

Let's get you a glass of water.

Yeah.

Thank you.

I think it's time I called in some professional help.

What, a solicitor?

No.

Private investigator.

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

Hello.

We slept here again.

Oh, what would I do without you, Seb?

Be buried alive under a mountain of paperwork?

Oh, I mean it all.

Thanks for sticking with me after everything.

Ah, vanilla.

Oh, what are you trying to do, kill me?

Sorry, that's mine.

Now, you know I'm not actually in today.

I just came to get this.

Oh, well, you can't lead a the phoenix

and the turtle party without the turtle, can you?

I betray the bard each and every time I don this travesty.

Remember, you've got a 10 o'clock.

Preston Shrewsbury thinks his wife's having an affair.

Another extra marital.

Beggars can't be choosers.

You know, it's been over two years.

We could try speaking to Lou.

(sighs)

What type of partner is right for you?

One that admits when they're wrong?

Sorry, sorry, I slept in.

Congratulations on closing the case.

It was a lost budget.

It's hardly the crime of the century, but thanks.

Ooh, vanilla latte.

Did you get yourself one?

Oh, no, it's fine, I just wanted to treat the boss.

No, no, no, no, we're a team, remember?

Especially since you chose to come with me.

Oh, what can I say?

I will follow you to the last gasp with truth and loyalty.

Right, do you want to do a quiz?

Yes!

Sorry, I don't have an appointment, but it's important.

Oh, come in.

Let me take your jacket.

I'll get you flat white, coconut water, ooh.

Sorry, that looks sore.

Is that a new tattoo?

Oh, no, actually, I've had it for ages.

I might get a leaf added every year.

It's my way of remembering.

Sorry, sorry, I'm re-napped.

I shrews me, yeah, no, I know.

I watch your online show, I love it.

Reclaimed, refurb.

It's basically just me and my husband's.

They've been refurbishing this house for what, six years now?

And the thing is, everything in it has to be either secondhand or reclaimed.

No, it's brilliant.

I'm terrible at DIY.

But then you've got Preston to help you, haven't you?

Wait, sorry, your husband is Preston Shrewsbury?

He's why I've come to see you.

Why don't people pay for this?

Very well, actually.

Especially after we hit 250,000 followers.

I mean, it's not without its sacrifices.

Our marriage is over.

I mean, it's always been tempestuous.

At one point, that was part of the fun.

But now we just make each other miserable.

You always seem so happy in your video.

I mean, we're forced to play nice for our brand.

But when we've finally done our big live stream,

then we're finally gonna go our separate ways.

Or we would be, if we could decide

which one of us gets to keep the finished property.

Hang on, this is about the house?

I thought this was about an affair.

We employed a handyman to help us with the final snagging, Nathaniel Tencio.

And you think this Nathaniel and your wife are...

Sleeping with each other.

Oh, I'm absolutely certain of it.

Nate's just so easy to work with.

At one point, when Preston was being a proper nightmare,

we filmed Nate from behind as a body double, and that really wound Preston up.

She thinks I'm gonna leave my dream house just so she can

wheel in her toy boy, then she's got another thing coming.

'Cause I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry, Reena.

I don't really know how I can help you, 'cause I'm just an investigator.

I'm not a property lawyer.

Preston's trying to sabotage me.

He wants to force me out.

He's removed all the fuses from in my plucks,

flooded my own suite, and then I found this.

Now he knows I hate mice.

You're not alone.

How can you be sure it's definitely him?

Because it's only happening on my side of the house.

We have exactly half each,

but when we're not recording content, we stick strictly to our own sections.

Why, this works, does it?

It's the only thing we seem to agree on.

I mean, the kitchen was an issue, so we drew up a rota.

I have lunchtime, and then 9 p.m. till midnight.

Well, if you get peckish, you're on tea time.

This is why I need your services.

If I can prove that Reena's having an affair,

expose it to our fans,

I can get public opinionon my side, and then I can kick her out.

Well, I'll stick the place out, then.

Watch and see if he comes over to my half of the house.

If I can prove that he's been harassing me,

then I'm more likely to get the place when we split.

I suppose I could, could go tonight, have a look.

So, 9 p.m., and nothing or nobody is gonna get past me.

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(somber music)

(dog growling) Nice doggy.

Nice, shh, shh, shh.

Bebe! What have you found?

I said, what are you doing there?

Attack, Bebe, attack!

No, I... I'm... I'm a private investigator.

I'm just investigating.

No?

What are you doing here?

Me? I'm not the one in a hedge being muddled by a Pomeranian.

I am on a job. So am I.

The Shrewsbury's? The Shrewsbury's?

Oh, it's okay, fine.

The owners actually know that we're here, so it's fine.

I'll be double-checking that first thing in the morning.

Okay, thank you.

You ready?

So...

...what were you hired for? What were you hired for?

I'm here watching Preston to see if he's sabotaging the house.

Well, Preston thinks Rena's having an affair with the handyman.

I thought you didn't do extra maritals, hmm?

People change. Do they?

Anyway, if Rena was having an affair, I wouldn't be surprised.

Preston's been a nightmare.

Why won't he let her just buy him out of the house?

Why should he?

He's done all the hard work building this place up.

She comes in, throws a few scatter cushions and thinks she's better than him.

Well, maybe she understands that a house needs to be nice

and approachable, otherwise people won't want to visit it.

Maybe some people recognize style over substance.

You had many jobs lately, Frank.

Well, at least I'm doing real investigative work.

So am I.

What, you're still doing the missing pets cases, let's face it.

That's one step up from a flyer on a lamppost.

How dare you? I...

(screaming)

Let me guess.

You've seen another mouse?

(upbeat music)

Please do not tell me that you two are back together.

Absolutely not. No way.

No, not, no.

Well then, for once, I'm actually glad to see you.

So, the victim was shot in the back of the head by what looks like a nail gun.

Did you get any pictures, footage of the killer?

Uh, no.

Okay, but I mean you...

had a good look at the perpetrator though, right?

I'm sure you can give me a thorough description.

Well, the thing is, we...

weren't really looking at the house when it happened.

So a murder happened right under your noses,

and neither of you saw anything.

Wow.

I mean, that's the best yet, guys.

Great work.

I can't believe you hired a PI to spy on me.

So did you. Well.

Do either of you recognize that?

It's a nail gun.

And...

yeah, that's mine.

I feel terrible.

No, so do I.

Keel has never let me hear the end of this.

And we could have stopped it from happening.

Yeah, well, that too, obviously.

I mean, Preston knew I was watching him.

Why risk murdering someone?

I suppose anyone could have slipped in while we were distracted.

Frank, you got to help me.

I didn't do this.

I'll pay you anything.

I need to prove it wasn't him.

What, 'cause he's just offered you a load of money?

Yeah, that's the way business works.

I'd like to wipe that stupid smile off Keeler's face when I find the killer.

What, if I find him first?

Yeah.

I'm more than style over substance, Frank.

I'm a good investigator.

I'm gonna prove it.

Sorry, I didn't end up getting much.

I didn't get you the proof you wanted with everything that happened.

You okay?

Were you very close to Nathaniel?

Why does everyone think that me and Nate were,

I mean, I'm almost old enough to be his mother.

No, no, I just, yeah.

Well, he did visit you quite late, didn't he?

We were just meeting about a job.

A production company have offered me a series

on repurposed home furnishings, yeah, and I offered Nate

the role of Handyman, so he came round to give me this.

Oh, okay.

We were just gonna have a drink to celebrate our partnership,

and it was all strictly above board, you know.

So why the secrecy?

Well, why do you think, Preston?

You try and ruin it for me.

In fact, I was worried you already had.

Nate was acting weird.

Really, weird in what way?

You know, he was nervous, said he had something important to tell me.

I went to put this away safe in my office, and when I got back, he was gone.

And then I found him in the kitchen.

Did you have any idea what Nathaniel wanted to talk to you about?

No, Nate had only worked with us for a few months or so, you know,

so he had a great CV, glowing references, but, no, he didn't really share much.

Oh, this guy was at the house last night before everything happened.

Oh, that's Curtis Minoff, our social media manager, is amazing.

It's a shame I can't take him on to my next project,

but they have their own people handling their socials.

I'm really sorry,

but we need to put a statement out for your fans

and the landscaping team are arriving soon.

Sorry, it's their big livestream tomorrow.

Oh, right.

You're still going ahead with that, are you?

Oh, yeah.

Curtis thinks we can kind of dedicate it to Nate.

Yeah, we didn't know him that well,

but he was still part of the reclaimed refurb team.

At least if Preston does go down for murder, then I'll get to keep the house.

(somber music)

Lou was there, no.

Is she well?

I've literally just told you there's a

murder and our client is the prime suspect.

That's what you should be focusing on.

Sorry.

No, Preston said he was on the phone

to this 24-hour solicitor at the time of the killing.

I'll check it out.

My money's on the wife.

She says there wasn't an affair, but take a look at this.

Oh.

I want to know what he gave her that night.

Well, he's dead, and I don't think

she's gonna roll out the red carpet for Preston's PI, so.

No, but she might for her chair delivery man.

(Horn honks) What, me?

Well, it can't be me. She might recognize me.

Fortunately, she's never met you.

Ew.

Fortunately not.

Oh, sorry, I heard turtle-based business.

It's not my day working for you, remember?

Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but I think a murder trumps a kid's party.

You'll never guess who else was there, Frank.

Really?

Yep, and he reckons he's gonna solve this murder before me.

Well, we'll see, because I bet he didn't notice

the victim acting suspiciously next to the shed at the Shrewsbury's.

I reckon he's hidden something in there.

Oh, like what?

Well, that's what you're gonna find out.

Thought you could go down this morning and blend in with the gardeners.

This morning? I can't.

Well, oh, please, come on, I need you.

Preston's gonna recognize me.

He's never met you, has he?

We're a team, remember?

You look like a Mario Brother.

I'm Barry, the delivery man.

All right, bub, I've got six chairs for you.

Right, can you deal with those before you leave?

The landscapers have arrived early.

I'm on my way home, so I'll show you where they go

and then can you manage on your own? Of course, guffer.

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm in.

Check the desk first.

Hello?

Sebastian, the gardeners are going in.

Now? Yes, do you need to get here ASAP?

Mm.

Hey.

Oh, yeah.

Great disguise.

(speaking in foreign language)

I'm Gwyn from Pontebury.

Oh, I love Gwyn.

Okay, pop that in your ear, and then I can just keep on the phone to you, okay?

That's the shed there.

Oh, quick, someone's coming.

Be quick, be quick.

Good luck.

(dog barking)

Bebe?

No?

Mr. Gremio, you and your dog are trespassing.

Bebe got spooked by yet more workmen.

We're just doing our final bit of landscaping.

Those trees have preservation orders.

If any get damaged, I'm calling the council.

Well, you do have them on speed dial.

Feel free to lodge yet another complaint.

God. Man.

Frank?

You've been ignoring me.

You might want to check your moustache.

Oh, sorry, this is proving a lot more complicated than I thought.

Well, if you can't see it in the desk drawer, check the sideboard.

Sebastian.

The dog's gone.

Come on, quick.

Right, okay, so what I need you doing now

is we're supposed to have the olive trees. Where are they?

You didn't tell me it was locked.

What's locked?

The sideboard?

But, no, I can't talk now.

Someone's coming.

Hey, what are you doing?

Oh, they finally let you out then.

I'm finishing the garden ready for tomorrow.

Was you going to do the live stream without me?

Well, you were slightly indisposed, darling, what with the arrest for murder.

They got it locked.

I sent Curtis home to rework the script for me.

I don't think they noticed you.

You're not to be jailed, aren't you, you heartless cat?

You've just got to deviate from my design.

Well, my design?

Your design?

You wouldn't know how much she doesn't need to go out.

Will you both just shut up?

Who are you? Uzi?

Orna.

I'm Gwyn, the gardener.

Aren't you the chairman?

Barry.

That's it, I'm calling the police.

Hold on.

Please don't.

I work for Shakespeare and Hathaway.

So which one are you working for right now?

Kind of both.

What? What?

You have been sneaking around lying for years.

I just, I can't believe it.

I really trusted you.

I'm sorry.

I just didn't want to let either of you down.

Are you even actually a turtle-based children's entertainer?

Or is that just a cover?

No, I am. I need that gig with what you two pay me.

Come on, let's go back to the office.

No, let's go to my office.

Right, he's coming with me.

No, he likes me more, I think. No, he doesn't.

Of course he does. We're more in tune.

We like to say... Unhand me, gentlemen.

Away, I say.

You two are as bad as the Shrewsbury's.

Why can't you just work together on this case?

Absolutely not, no. Absolutely not.

Why not?

You could pool your resources.

I mean, that envelope was a wild goose chase.

It must have been the contract that Rina told Lou about.

Is that what you came here for?

Oh, Frank.

Why are you here then?

Not telling.

Lou saw Nathaniel by the shed.

She thinks he must have stashed something in there.

Sebastian.

Actually, you're probably right.

Nathaniel was in prison until six months ago.

Drugs.

How did you know that?

Oh, just a old pal on the force.

You see, when you're a proper investigator,

you have an extensive network of contacts.

Apparently, he only had one regular visitor.

It was Kurt something.

Kurt Minoff. Curtis Minoff.

That's their social media manager.

See?

Look what we can achieve when we work together.

Curtis said he didn't know Nathaniel.

Well, he obviously lied.

And I'm gonna find out why.

Well, you see.

You might have extensive contacts, Frank, but I have a car.

Work with her? You must be joking.

(suspenseful music)

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks.

(knocking on door)

Was there someone else with you?

No, I would leave that.

That's probably just a cold caller.

Sorry I'm late.

The number 34 was behind schedule.

What have I missed?

Hey.

Hello.

Hello.

Did you tell him we knew about the prison visits?

Yes, I have, actually.

And he said he's happy to explain.

I just wasn't gonna rush him.

It was Nate's idea, pretending we didn't know each other.

He was trying to protect me in case Rina or Preston found out about his record.

We met as teenagers in care.

Oh, you were in care.

Nate always looked out for me.

But then he got a job working for Luca B.

I said Luca Bindello, he's a drug baron.

When he was released, no one would hire him.

Right, so you helped him out, did you?

Wrote him a reference?

Yeah, unfortunate CV.

Well, it was the least I could do.

He was like a brother to me.

Did he tell you about Rina's job offer?

Yeah.

He was so excited about it.

But it must have hurt, too.

Rina choosing to take Nathaniel with her, but not you.

Especially after everything you'd done for him.

Yeah.

What are you implying?

What, you think I killed Nate over a job?

Look, I hoped this opportunity would change my life.

But now I'm stuck playing referee

between two bitter people who can't agree on anything.

Do you know how exhausting that is?

Look, Nate made a few bad decisions in the past,

but he was a good man.

There's no reason why anyone would want to hurt him.

Except for what he's got hidden in the Shrewsbury shed.

That's not what you think.

He was living here.

Do you want to wait outside?

I'm not going anywhere. Neither am I.

After you. After me.

Look.

(Rina gasps) Shh.

Frank.

Nathaniel was behind the sabotage.

But why?

Maybe because he was paid.

If I pressed him, I guess.

Or... someone who wanted to get rid of a troublesome neighbour.

I thought that dog... Bebe.

Was barking at Sebastian, but maybe it just wanted to get this back.

So you didn't know Nathaniel?

You'd never ever been in that shed?

I'd barely spoken two words to the chap.

Bebe doesn't like strangers.

What have you got there?

Oh, I've got this.

Her toy, I found it in the shed.

I don't know how it got in there.

Oh, come on, drop the act, Mr. Gremio.

Or shall I get the police to come and dust for prints?

Don't.

Please?

I'd exhausted all official channels.

I was at my wit's end.

You don't know what it's been like.

Six years of banging, sawing, drilling, not to mention the arguing.

I saw Nathaniel bedding down one night in the shed.

I offered him some money to cause problems.

All they needed was a little push.

I hoped they'd finally split up and sell the place.

It was working.

Then suddenly Nathaniel said he wouldn't do it anymore.

Seems he had an attack of conscience.

Maybe that's what he wanted to talk to Rena about.

So did you just shut him up so he wouldn't confess and land you in it?

No, never.

Underhand as they may have been, I stand by my actions.

Those two clearly shouldn't be together.

They can't even shed a kitchen civilly.

Do you know they have a rota?

And I would never kill someone with a nail gun.

I'd get Bebe to do it.

Nathaniel's in the kitchen after 10 p.m.

That's Preston's time slot.

So maybe Nathaniel wasn't the intended victim.

It was... Me?

You think Preston was the target?

Nathaniel was killed from behind.

The murderer wouldn't have seen his face.

And he has been your body double before.

Yeah, only once.

But still, they might come back.

We think you could be in danger.

But the police, DS Keeler, said it was drugs related.

Apparently Nate was involved in some kind of dodgy gang.

Do you reckon it's an organized hit?

Besides, who'd want to kill me?

You think I did it?

You do have a strong motive.

With Preston gone, you get all this to yourself.

I don't want to see Preston dead.

I want to see him suffer for a very, very long time.

No offense, honey.

Oh, the feeling's entirely mutual, darling.

Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt you?

Well, there's the Shrews.

The what?

That's what the superfans call themselves.

Most of them are diamonds.

They're really looking forward to the livestream tomorrow,

but there's a few of them that, well, they go a bit too far.

I'm...

Have you ever had any death threats?

Yeah, loads.

I mean, it's par for the course, innit?

But they don't mean it.

We don't even report to the police anymore.

And do you keep any of these messages?

Just scroll to our comments section.

Like it?

Well, this is a place of work.

Yes.

My place of work.

It smells fresh and clean and lots of bright colors,

and I've got, yeah, a lovely view of the river there.

Have a look.

You have to put up with that a lot, though.

Is this a vision?

Is this a dream? Do I sleep?

Don't get too excited.

Why not? You're working together again.

I've rushed over as soon as I got your message.

Yeah, so I see.

It's just temporary, till we've solved the case.

Yeah, wind your turtle's head in.

Why could we have had this meeting in my office?

Because Sebastian told me what a pigsty is.

What?

So, you think Preston was the target and not Nathaniel?

Yep.

Keeler disagrees, though.

He thinks it was some kind of revenge hit from a local gangster.

Why would a professional killer use some

random DIY tool instead of their own weapon?

Oh, no.

Absolutely not.

What's with the rat?

Oh.

Do you mean the shrew?

Yeah.

That represents all their creepy fans.

We're going to have a look at their comments. Listen to this.

"Rina's mutton dressed as lamb with that stupid olive branch tattoo.

"A bit harsh.

And also, inaccurate.

You see, it's not olive.

I was a boy scout.

It's an ash leaf. I was a girl guide.

Listen to this one.

"Preston, Rina deserves a real man.

Why don't you just die?

"So you think one of these shrews tried to kill Preston?

Spider's tracing any direct threats.

Yeah, we should have some leads soon.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's just the solicitor Preston rang.

She's confirming that they were speaking at the time of the killing.

Well, his alibi doesn't really matter.

Now we know he was the intended victim.

Yeah, true.

But this is odd.

She's not a divorce or a property lawyer.

She's an expert in adoption matters.

Why would Preston want to talk to somebody like that?

I know.

He and Rina are hardly in the position to be adopting a child.

Unless they already had a child.

One they couldn't keep.

Preston's trying to trace his long-lost child.

Yeah.

But maybe that child found him first.

Preston and I are so grateful to all our followers, aren't we, darling?

Absolutely.

So to celebrate, when we get to 10,000 live viewers,

you'll see our dream house blown up with me in it.

Hold on.

- You've been messing with my script? - No.

Guys, we're still live.

She's trying to undermine me.

Why?

Can anyone else smell gas?

Maybe the investigators were right.

Someone is trying to kill me.

Yeah, they are.

Aren't they, Curtis?

Punctured the gas lines before we started filming.

You know who I am, don't you?

Your tattoo.

That thing you wanted to remember?

It's the child you had adopted, isn't it?

One more ash leaf added every year to the branch.

And yesterday, I saw his full name on some envelopes.

It's Curtis Ash Minoff.

He's your son.

Ash.

Why didn't you tell us?

I planned to.

After the live stream.

But then you got drunk.

And chatty.

Preston, we really need to knock down this live stream script.

There's no way Rina's gonna back down on this.

She's punishing me. She has been for years.

Did you know that we've got a son?

What?

She fell pregnant just after we got together.

I told her that we weren't ready to start a family.

We were too young.

But she didn't listen to me.

Like always.

I had no choice.

I left her.

And I was right, she couldn't cope.

Maybe because she'd been abandoned to raise a child on her own.

She was the one who had the breakdown.

The kid went into care, which is probably right.

What?

I went back to her.

I did right by her.

I even married her.

But left your son in care.

Who are you to judge me?

You're just the IT boy.

Okay?

I need another drink.

We're done here.

I agree.

(door opens)

I'm so sorry I was a mess back then.

By the time I understood what was going on, it was too late to get you back.

I don't blame you. You tried your best.

He was the one that left you to struggle.

If you stuck around, being a proper dad, my whole life could have been different.

So you wanted to punish him?

I knew you two were watching the house.

So I left, went round the back, and stuck in again.

I thought it was you.

Do you have any idea what I went through growing up?

I was bounced from one foster home to the next.

Nate was the only one who cared about me.

You soon knew it should be before?

We met in care.

He was like a big brother to me.

And now he's dead because of you.

That's when I realised killing you wasn't enough.

The world needs to see the real Preston Shrewsbury before he dies.

The hateful, selfish narcissist.

Please, Curtis, please.

It's clean.

It's time for you to go.

Will you make sure she's safe?

This is between me and him.

No, no, because you will go up in the blast too.

You think I care what happens to him?

No, no, no, I won't let you do this.

I have to.

Don't you see?

I know you feel like you've been abandoned

by him, but please, just give him a chance.

He might surprise you.

I've been trying to put things right, Curtis.

He's telling the truth.

He tried to ring an adoption lawyer.

I've been trying to find you.

To make amends.

No.

No.

No, you just wanted to appease your own guilt.

Please, Curtis.

Me and Preston, we've been torturing ourselves

and each other for years because of how we let you down,

and now we've finally got a second chance to make it right.

I've only just got you back, I can't...

I can't bear to lose you again. Please.

You... you're my son.

(crying)

How do you turn this thing off?

- I'm sorry. - No.

It's my fault.

We'll follow you to the station.

We're not going anywhere, okay?

Are you back together?

No, we're definitely splitting up.

In fact, we've both agreed that we're gonna... sell this place.

We're gonna use the proceeds to get Curtis a good lawyer.

Time we started thinking of our son.

Thank the bard.

I thought I was gonna watch you get blown to smithereens.

You too.

You actually did all right in there.

Well done.

Uh, Lou, did you hear that?

You know, I'm not sure I did, actually.

Could you just say that a little bit louder?

You might get results when you work together

but you are 10 times more annoying.

Thanks.

So, does this mean Shakespeare and Hathaway are back together for good?

Nah, we always said

- it was just gonna be a one-off. - Yeah, it's just a one-off thing, so.

Right, well, I better get back.

Well, you've always been a great investigator.

Well, learned from the best, didn't I?

You did.

See you around, Frank.

So that's it?

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(sighs)

You do make a good team.

Oh, Lou.

Sorry.

(coughs)

I was just returning that.

- Oh, thanks. - So, yeah.

Okay.

No, come in.

Please, yeah, come in.

I was just going to...

sit down at my desk and mind my own business.

So.

How was that big posh office of yours?

Oh, well.

Yeah, they want to put a ball pit in.

They're calling it a think tank, so.

- Brats. - Yeah, no, they really are.

Listen, I know I'm a messy, stubborn, grumpy old git.

You're not old.

But if there's one thing this case has

taught me, it's not to let things fester, so.

I'm sorry we argued.

I'm sorry, too.

I mean, I said some really hurtful things.

Oh, I didn't think my personal hygiene was that bad.

It's not.

Not really.

I just think I was a bit upset about all the queeny stuff.

I was disappointed.

I think I've always just put you on a bit of a pedestal.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, it's understandable, but.

Without you, I wouldn't have this whole new life,

whole new career.

I'd still be doing washing sets, wouldn't I?

Or sat in prison because you killed your husband.

Yeah, that, too.

Things just haven't been the same around here since you left.

No, stakeouts were really boring.

Oh, tell me about it.

Yeah, I was like, no one to...

play who can suck the mint the longest.

- You. - Me.

Do you remember that time I guffed in the car and locked you in?

Yeah.

Yeah. And the time when you were snoring, I'll put the feather under your nose

and then you just went straight up your nose.

I see your desk's still there.

Yeah, it's just a bit messy.

You could put a scented candle on it, couldn't you, if you came back?

I mean, if you.

Will you?

Come back.

I would love to.

(screaming)

Don't tell me you just happened to have that here.

It's the turtle's party trick.

Shakespearean has the way of back.

Aw.

Come on, let's go to the mucky, my lad, and have a drink.

- I'm payin. - Oh.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.

One drink limit.

I'm not made of money.

Oh, there he is.

The Frank I know and love.

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