All language subtitles for Shakespeare and Hathaway Private Investigators - Season 5 Episode 10

Hey, Queenie.

Just wanted to come and say hi.

Given that it's the anniversary.

And I wanted to say sorry.

We should've believed you and...

I'm just so sorry.

Oh.

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

Oh, I like what you've
done with the old place.

Thank you.

How are you settling in
next door, Mr. P.I. in training?

Yes, all right.

Definitely feel like I need to
raise my game in there, though.

Hi, Lu.

Hi.

Uh, where have you been?

I went to see someone.

I went to see Queenie,
and then I went for a walk.

Who's Queenie?

She used to clean for us, and
then she very sadly passed away.

Oh, oh no.

Two years ago today.

Oh, of course.

Oh, well done for remembering, Lee.

Had she been ill?

Um.

She drowned.

Really?

It was incredibly sad, yeah.

Shakespeare and Hathaway.

Oh, no, that's us.

Oh.

Never mind.

Shall we?

Right, this is Millie.

I've seen her before.

Is that your daughter?

Wife.

I'm madly in love with
her, and she's pregnant.

24 weeks, in fact, I couldn't be happier.

Well, that's lovely, isn't it?

Sure.

What's your problem?

I mean, how can we help you?

Millie wants a hypnobirth.

Hypno-what?

Hypnobirthing, it
was very popular, yeah?

So you maybe would breathe in
strength, exhale fear, breathe in.

She's just about to
start private classes.

The problem is I'm too
busy at work to join her.

You're too busy?

I'm the CEO of Novogale.

The energy giant.

Yeah, we're flat out at the moment

with a major wind turbine contract
up against some foreign company.

Now, Millie is finding it very
difficult that I'm not around more.

To be honest, so am I.

Now, she is insisting that she has
a stand-in husband at these classes.

She doesn't want to be judged.

This is who she chose.

Trent, he's in my comms team.

I trust him with work.

Sadly, I do not trust him with women.

He's not unattractive.

Yeah, so, so I get it.

You want both of us to join the class
so we can keep a check on them?

Oh, what, as a pregnant couple?

I mean, I mean.

Well, I was assuming that your disguise

department and your
relationship could cope.

(Laughter)

Well, you'll get 5,000 pounds
as an advance, and 30,000 more

when you show me concrete
evidence of an affair...

...or not.

Well, I think we can cope with
that, yes. I mean, that's, yeah.

We'll probably manage that.

Yeah, not a problem,
yeah, we'll go ahead with that.

Straight, yes, no problem.

(birds chirping)

Hello, and welcome.

I'm Jennifer, and over the coming weeks,

I'm going to help you reduce your anxiety
and fear over your birthing experience,

to hopefully leave you
calmer and more in control.

Why don't you two introduce yourselves?

Sure, well, I'm Millie,
and this is Trent, my partner.

Hello.

It's our first baby, and
I'm, well, just really excited.

You both are, aren't we?

Yeah, this whole experience is amazing.

Great.

And you, too.

Oh, hello, hi.

My name is Beatrice Fortinbras.

And I'm William, yeah, Fortinfer.

And we've been married for, gosh, seven.

- Seven years.
- Seven glorious years.

And this is our first baby, isn't it?

We're just, well,
this whole thing is actually...

- It's a dream come true.
- It is, really is.

So I was really looking forward
to becoming a mum, hopefully.

- Definitely.
- Definitely, 'cause I'm pregnant.

She's just a bit nervous.

Yes.

Lovely.

And using those fingertips, release
those endorphins in your partner.

Like, I can't feel anything.

Well, I look like you can.

Oh, yeah, oh, endorphins.

It's great.

Doesn't look like she's pretending.

I'm sure I recognize her from somewhere.

Oh.

Jennifer.

Yes.

Sorry, I just thought maybe you could
all go for a drink together afterwards

to probably get to know each other.

Have we got time, darling?

Definitely.

Yes, that's a lovely idea.

You'll come, won't you, Beatrice?

For a drink, yes.

Cacking for a drink.

One, just orange juice or something.

Yeah, lovely.

Yeah, I'll come too.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Croissocco at three in the afternoon.

It's my kind of afternoon, that is.

Even if it is alcohol-free.

Yeah, they're even better.

So come on then, you two.

Tell us everything.

How did you meet?

- At the pub.
- At Golf.

It was a pub golf thing, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was like a
big do, wasn't it, yeah.

Yeah, it was all a bit wild.

I mean, the whole
thing's a blur, to be honest.

Yeah.

And within that blur,

I remember seeing this... this...

blonde...

brunette... errm...

- Vision.
- Vision.

It was sensual...

- sultry...
- Ooh...

...sturdy.

And I knew, I knew, as soon
as I saw this...

magnificent lady, that she was gonna be
the mother of my child.

And you two, how long
have you been an item?

Well, we've been friends
for a while, haven't we?

And one day we just
realised we wanted more.

A lot more.

You can blame me.

So what do you do
for a living then, Trent?

I work in comms.

But I spend most of my life
worrying about the future of the planet.

Me too.

We're gonna get on, I can tell.

Yeah.

Sorry, I have to make a call.

So, Jennifer, how many
children have you got?

I don't have any, actually.

I would have loved to, but I'm not
long out of a long-term relationship.

10 years, no, just wasn't meant to be.

But I'm incredibly
fortunate that I get to enjoy

motherhood through others.

- I'll message you.
- Yeah, do.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Toodle-oo.
- Bye, Trent.

Bye.

I bet it's electric.

Sturdy.

What?

Sorry.

So sorry.

(Shouting)
Look what you've done!

Stupid idiot.

- It was an accident.
- Oh, yeah.

It's just a hairline scratch.

Ow...

[Groaning]

Aaahh...

My back is killing me.

What, for this?

It's just air.

Oh, Millie has messaged
me at least three times already.

She clearly wants a mummy, friend.

Who's eaten all my chocolate biscuits?

Well, don't look at me.

Frank, stop doing that.
You're gonna break it.

It's not an actual baby, you know.

Oh, wow.

They're looking awfully cozy in this one.

Ooh.

Frank, please.

Oh, and there's this story online today

saying that Charlie was fined
for tax evasion 10 years ago.

They reckon it could affect Novagal's
chances of getting that big contract.

Might be that rival
company stirring things up.

Oh, Sebastian, did you pay
that parking ticket yesterday?

What parking ticket?

The parking ticket
I got on the last job,

it was the last day
of paying it yesterday.

So I put a note on your laptop.

I didn't see any note.

Sebastian, you have to pay double now.

Well done, Sebastian.

Oh, Frank, will you please just stop it?

Sorry, I think it's my hormones.

Every search brings me closer to my baby.

So there we go.

Thank you, Beatrice.

And finally, William.

My amazing partner and I and
our baby are doing this together.

Oh, lovely.

And now we breathe...

in through the nose

out through the mouth.

And now we imagine... a wine bottle...

slowly opening.

The cork carefully unwedging itself.

And now we imagine a baby.

On a pink water slide.

Whoa.

Charlie's asked to see
me, I think, after 10 o'clock.

Sorry, Jennifer, I have to go.

Work emergency.

Oh, what a shame.

Well, we'll see you at the next one.

Bye, Trent.

Is everything okay, Millie?

Yeah, fine.

Would you like a chat afterwards?

Trouble in paradise.

Hopefully Teddy can shed some light.

Charlie's asked to see me.

I think I have to tell him now.

Please don't, let's talk first.

I'll come round tonight.

Maybe Trent's about to blow the affair.

Well, if he does,
that's us out of a job.

Charlie phoned earlier for an update.

Oh, shall I send him those photos?

Definitely not, he'll
just jump to conclusions.

We need to find something concrete.

Well, if Millie's going round to Trent's
tonight, why don't we do a stakeout?

I'll do it.

I mean, given they haven't seen my face.

Good idea.

Frank, what are my
biscuits doing in your pocket?

Well, you must have planted them there.

That's ridiculous, why would I do that?

Baby brain?

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

(camera shutter clicks)

When the shots are really done?

You look like the angels of death.

It's a bit of an exaggeration, is it?

So you saw a dark grey
luxury SUV, no registration.

Well, I didn't have the best view.

Sorry.

Thank you.

And when you arrived,
the house was unlocked.

Yes, although I did wear
gloves when I opened the door.

Hmm?

It looks like the
world fell on his head.

Was that a joke?

Just 'cause of the
globe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

(gentle music)

Alas, poor Trent, I
didn't even know him.

I mean, who would want
to kill someone so beautiful?

I don't know, but it's gonna make
proving the affair more complicated.

This is Trent's poodle, Gigi.

Oh, my nan had a poodle like that.

The red collar's missing
from the shrine, hmm?

(gentle music)

- Ah.
- Oh, yeah, well spotted.

No, that's seriously impressive.

Hmm, maybe you should
be in here and not me.

(laughing)

- Maybe you should.
- Absolutely.

Oh, we got a message from Millie.

She says she's gonna go
to the class this morning.

She thinks it'll be a good distraction.

Really?

Right, get your bump on.

Might as well get that 30 grand.

And breathe in and
out, slowly and deeply.

(gentle music)

Now, partners, I want you
to place your hands on baby.

May I?

- Come on, William, don't be shy.
- Yeah.

Now gently stroke baby.

Gently, gently, William.

(gentle music)
(Hissing air sound)

Oh.

I... just...

I just wanted to know what it felt like,

you know, because we've
been trying so many years.

How could you, Beatrice?

Yes, how could you?

Ah, okay.

Oh.

I think I should probably go.

(gentle music)

Teddy.

Oh.

Just, just take this.

(gentle music)

Bye then.

I'm so sorry.

How did it happen to you?

Beatrice's zip was the torn it.

It was you throwing it around.

- You've weakened it.
- Rubbish.

Why can you never admit when
you're wrong, Frank Hathaway?

Oh, here we go.

See, this is what it was
like when Queenie died.

Something else that
has nothing to do with me.

I don't know why you even came back.

I don't know why I took you back.

I'm going.

Don't forget anything.

Last time this happened, they split up.

Really?

Why?

[Frank and Lu arguing]

Frank fired Queenie
for stealing something.

And then he found out
that he'd actually lost

the thing himself, but
he refused to tell her.

So she died thinking the
world saw her as a thief.

It was really upset Lu.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

Yeah, you forgot this.

And that's mine as well.

Mr. Alexander, hi, hello.

I heard about your little accident.

Um, Lu's very sorry
about that, aren't you, Lu?

Yeah.

Did you prove the affair?

I don't know, did you, Frank?

No, he didn't manage to.

Right.

I want you to find out who killed
Trent, and we need this resolved quickly.

It's very stressful for
Millie and the baby...

and it's not a good look for Novagal.

You'll get another 50K if you can
crack this before the police, deal?

- Deal.
- Yes.

Absolutely.

Yeah, well, come on,
chop chop, time's money.

Crack on.

50,000 pounds.

Yeah, don't question it.

Are you still leaving us, Lu?

I think I'll probably stay a bit longer.

We should find out
who was driving that car.

Yes, I'll call Mr. Jarvis.

He owns the news agent
on the corner, and hopefully

he'll give us the CCTV
before he gives it to the police.

Yeah, it's worth a shot.

And after what happened in the car park,

you really should go
and talk to Jennifer.

I think that's a you job, isn't it?

- That's a blue job.
- No, no, no, you talk to her.

I'm gonna talk to her.

- You can...
- No, no, she connected with you.

You know best, remember?

Of course I do, but
you should still talk to her.

What the hell were you
investigating in my class?

That's between us and
our client, I'm afraid. Sorry.

And now we've been hired
to look into Trent's murder.

Not by the same client, surely.

When Trent scratched your car,
that was quite a big reaction, wasn't it?

I'm very precious about my car.

Well, even though
it's worth more in scrap.

How would you feel if
somebody scraped your car?

Yeah, no, I'd be really
cross, actually, yeah.

Says up there that Mrs.

Linda Baker was down to lead our class.

Linda called in sick, and I stepped in.

Look, I have indulged you enough.

I love my job.

And killing a random client is
hardly a great career move, is it?

Yeah, thank you.

- Thank you.
- Sorry.

Yeah.

I still say she overreacted.

You're gonna need more than a car
valuation to pin a murder on her, Frank.

Oh, CCTV has come
through from the news agents.

I called Keeler at five past seven.

That's the one, N-O.

Is that enough to trace it?

No, you're gonna need more characters
than that to get a definite hit.

Bullseye!

There was an oil protest in 2015, right?

Turned ugly.

Now a load of the activists
were arrested for assault,

including a young girl
who punched a copper.

I knew I'd seen her before.

It's Millie.

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

Hi, Lily.

Go away, Lu.

How do you know my real name?

Charlie told me yesterday

when he accused me of having an affair
with Trent 'cause of your evidence.

Evidence?

What evidence?

Oh, please.

Where are you going?

Somewhere less stressful
for me and the baby.

Let me help you with this.

The thing is, Charlie's asked us to
investigate Trent's murder as well.

We've actually met before, 2015.

He gave a police colleague
a man a bloody nose,

suspended sentence in
community service, as I recall.

That was a long time ago.

You haven't told Charlie?

No.

But Trent knew, didn't he?

Who says?

Charlie's asked to see me.

I think I have to tell him now.

Please don't.

Let's talk first.

I'll come back tonight.

Trent found out a year ago.

It was his job to be on top of
the Novagal staff and partners.

I begged him not to
tell Charlie and he didn't.

It's a big reason why I chose
him as my birthing partner.

But yesterday, Trent
threatened to spill the beans.

He thought the rival bidders
might use it in their smear campaign.

Wife of Novagal chief assaults copper.

Yeah, I can see that.

He wanted Charlie to know first.

So you went round to
Trent to try and stop him?

No, I felt unwell yesterday
evening, so I stayed at home.

Can anyone vouch for that?

I didn't kill Trent.

Were you two having an affair?

No.

I love Charlie.

So Trent's not the father?

We weren't in a relationship.

It was just an act.

Anyway, as I told Jennifer after the
last class, Trent couldn't have children.

Really?

Getting the snip in your twenties,
that's a bold move, isn't it?

Yeah, whereas at my age,
it'd be like cancelling

a subscription you're
not using any more.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?

What you hired us to do.

You visited Trent the
night he died, didn't you?

We've got CCTV of your car.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

OK, yes, I went to Trent's place,
but I found him dead and I panicked.

I was terrified.

I just didn't think it'd be a good
look for me or for Novogale.

You could have
saved us a lot of time and

effort if you'd just
been upfront about it.

Yeah.

Yeah, you look, I'm sorry.

Why did you go and see Trent?

Well, to confront him about your photos.

What photos?

Oh, that's...

Where did you get these?

Well, your colleague emailed them to me.

Sebastian.

I didn't send them.

Well, they came from your email.

And those photos
didn't attach themselves.

No, look, I drafted the email
and I attached the photos,

but then you told me not
to send them, so I didn't.

- I swear.
- Oh, you swear?

Um...

Er, Regan, you didn't use my computer

and accidentally send an email, did you?

Me? No?

Anyway, don't you use a password?

I don't understand.

Look, why don't you go
on for the rest of the day?

Oh, actually.

Yeah, I mean...

you did forget to pay my parking fine
as well, didn't you?

So much for me rigging my game.

I'll just...

How could he have been so silly?

Well, to be fair, he's not the only
one who's messed up this week.

Oh, Frank, please. Just leave it.

Please.

What if sending that email

means I'm responsible for Trent's death?

You can't think like that.

We don't know what happened.

I know Frank and Lu
are disappointed in me.

I'm sure they'll forgive you.

I'm sure they would forgive
me if I earned us 80,000 pounds.

You're gonna try and solve the case?

I have an idea, but...

I'd need your help.

Okay.

So that bump incident blew Frank and
Lu's cover with our two best suspects.

I'm thinking we restart
surveillance on them.

Sounds good, but how?

Well, I know we've not
known each other long,

but I'm wondering if
you'd like to be my wife.

Miss Adams.

Yes?

Encantado de conocerle.

My name is Acarias.

And I am Alejandra.

We are a student from Zaragoza.

Hello.

Alejandra is expecting
me in the initial stages.

Congratulations.

Gracias.

We have heard that
hypnobirthing is extremely special.

Oh, we heard there is a place
in a class that has already started?

Ah, that course is
too far along, I'm afraid.

I can, how you say, catch up?

Si, aprende con mucha rapida.

I'm sorry.

I do have the same class
starting again in a few weeks.

I'll be happy to get you on that one.

Wonderful. Thank you.

(speaking in foreign language)

You can register over there,
and I'll see you both at the first class.

I cannot wait.

I can't wait.

Well, we tried.

And you did muy bien.

- Gracias.
- Venera.

Oh, that's Mrs. Baker.

The one who Jennifer covered for.

Let's see a quick hola, shall we?

Yeah, that looks about right.

Absolutely not.

It's not.

That is not six inches.

Wow, that is quite the get-up.

You remind me one of
those dolls, you know,

that sit on the toilet
wall to keep 'em warm.

No, you don't. You look lovely.

I love that dress. Where have you been?

Helping Sebastian with the case.

Don't shoot me.

I was showing gumption
and initiative as befits

- my new position...
- And investigate behind our backs.

Then you made Regan go along with you.

Oh, no, he didn't make me.

No, and we found out something
really quite interesting, didn't we?

I hope so.

Well, go on, then.

Jennifer lied.

Mrs. Baker wasn't ill.

It was Jennifer who
asked to switch the classes.

She claimed the timings
worked better for her.

Oh, well, that is interesting, actually.

Oh.

I thought it might be worth asking her

why she lied, unless
you have a better lead.

You better hope this goes somewhere.

Hello?

Oh, damn.

Oh.

Look.

That's Gigi.

Why has she got a picture
of Trent's dog on her laptop?

You don't think she...

What the hell are you doing?

We were just admiring Gigi.

Trent was your ex, wasn't he?

The one you'd been in a
relationship with for 10 years.

Yeah?

It was a shock when I saw him.

A shock that you engineered by
switching classes with Mrs. Baker?

I saw his name on the
register and I was curious.

I haven't seen him since we split up.

And that is why I got
angry in the car park.

I remember you saying that you
would have liked to have had children.

Yes.

Yeah.

So I was surprised
that you would spend a

decade with a man
who couldn't have them.

I mean, having a vasectomy doesn't
exactly scream father-in-waiting, does it?

Well, he never told
you he'd had the snip.

- All right.
- He did tell me.

We shared everything.

Look, a man wouldn't spend
years with a woman my age

without telling her the
most important thing.

- I mean, that would just be...
- Unforgivable?

Cruel?

You didn't know, did you?

Until Milly told you.

You must've wanted to
speak to Trent straight away.

- Face to face.
- I'm calling security.

(phone ringing)

You... took that from
Trent's living room.

Hello, Security?

Hello?

Hello?

He kept saying that he
didn't want to be a dad.

That Gigi was our test.

Then Gigi died.

And soon after that, Trent ended it.

And that broke my heart.

Twice.

Then after the second class,
Milly told me that Trent

wasn't the real father and
that she felt bad deceiving me.

And then she said...

that Trent couldn't
have children and that, that was a shame.

And I needed answers.

Look at me, Trent.

Tell me the truth.

(Loud expiring)

(somber music)

Yes, I have the operation.

When?

Before I met you.

What?

Why?

Because, Jen, the world
was already too full of people.

And you... didn't think
to tell me because?

I didn't want to lose you.

I loved you.

But... planet is always
the first thing on my mind.

You know that?!

Yeah.

The first thing.

And the last!

(Tumbling sound)

Well, that man stole the
most precious thing that I had.

Time.

(somber music)

Welcome each surge, okay?

20 quid says you were about
to arrest Charlie Alexander.

No.

No?

- We were already definitely onto her.
- Oh, definitely.

I'll tell you what, though,
you can keep your 20 quid.

Yeah, 'cause we've got
80,000 pounds coming.

No, you haven't.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

80 grand just for beating you.

Shouldn't be allowed.

I can't believe Jennifer did that.

I can't believe Trent was so cruel.

It's a tragedy all around.

Yeah.

Are you gonna be joining the
new hypnobirthing class with Millie?

Yes.

I'm pulling Novigale out of the bid.

- Oh, really?
- It just means that I can...

I can focus on things...

closer to her.

I told Charlie about my past.

Yeah, it was a bit
shocking, but then again,

it did show her commitment
to the environment.

Oh, I'll get you that money.

80,000 pounds.

What, 80,000 pounds?

Ah!

(laughing)

Oh, that's cute.

Gotcha.

(laughing)

Shakespeare, Hathaway,
thank you so much.

Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Yeah.

And good luck with the baby.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

80,000 pounds.

(laughing)

Can you believe?

(grunting)
Gotcha.

Cheers.

A few bumps along the way, but
we got there in the end, didn't we?

One bump in particular, eh?

(laughing)

Should I get some more?

- Do you want a drink, Regan?
- Yes, please.

Yeah, can I have a
pack of crisps, please?

I'll give you a hand.

You all right, Regan?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you so much for giving
me this job, Mr. Hathaway.

Well, we're lucky to have you,

even if you were the only
candidate that showed up.

Thank you.

Oh, oh! Ah!

Boom!

I'm sorry about all the rows and that.

Why does Lu blame you
for what happened to Queenie?

I don't know.

Silly woman got drunk
and fell in the river.

I can hardly be blamed for that, can I?

Do you want one?

The chorizo.

No, thanks.

Oh, um, Mr. Hathaway,

my new landlord's
asked for a signed reference.

We haven't drawn for you. Do it later.

Thank you.

So, I'm thinking this
afternoon, massive shopping spree

and then at the weekend,
maybe a Spa day,

like a facial manicure,
pedicure, all of that.

Yeah, you might wanna
get your top lip done.

To misquote George Best,
I intend to spend my share

on booze and gambling,
and fritter away the rest.

Oh, Frank, Lu says I'm forgiven.

Oh, really?

'Cause I was gonna ask if you'd sent
any more emails that you shouldn't.

(laughing)

Go see me.

(laughing)

Thank you.

I doubt the treaters.

(gentle music)

Sure Lu knows... (?)

Lu, I've been trying to call you.

Oh, sorry, I've been busy shopping.

I'm buzzing, actually.

Oh, nice.

I think someone's trying
to sabotage the agency.

What?

The two candidates for the reception job

who didn't turn up, they
both received emails from my

account telling them their
interviews had been canceled.

Really?

And you didn't send them?

Absolutely not, which
means I've been hacked.

(gasps) Hacked?

Who would want to do that to you?

Well, the person who stood to
benefit was the person who got the job.

What, Regan?

And I think she hacked in
again to send that email to Charlie.

No.

Think about it, everything
that's been going wrong

recently, the post-it note that
went missing, the puncture.

The biscuits?

Mm, and not to forget on the Lennox case

when she accidentally
deleted that surveillance

footage, what if it's
all been deliberate?

It's all been her and she's
been trying to take this down.

Yes!

But why?

Why would you want to do that?

I don't know, but we
should definitely ask her.

We should?

Oh, that's killed my shopping buzz a bit.

I'm sorry.

Regan's still not picking up.

Well, let's just hope she's home.

Yeah, it's one of these flats.

Neither of those says Kernow.

Sebastian, what does
this one say to you?

McQueenie.

Oh, no.

We need to speak to Frank.

He was meeting Regan
to give her that reference.

- This is Frank Hathaway.
- Voice mail.

Leave me a message.

Keep it short.
BEEPING

Hey, Frank, it's me.

We need to speak to you
urgently, it's about Regan.

Just call me back as
soon as you get this.

I think I know where they might be.

Interesting place to meet, Regan.

This spot just feels
really special to me.

- More coffee, Mr. Hathaway?
- Oh, no thanks.

The... err... first mug really
warmed me up.

Thanks again for the reference.

Hope they do the job.

It already has.

(paper rustling)

(paper ripping)

You know, someone really
special to me around in this river.

What?

Right here, in fact.

Queenie?

Yeah, Frank.

Queenie.

My mum.

I, uh...

I'm really sorry for your loss.

It wasn't my fault.

She only started drinking
again 'cause you sacked her.

You know, she hadn't
touched a drop in years.

I didn't know.

If you'd have told her
you knew she was innocent,

she'd still be alive today, wouldn't she?

You killed her, Frank.

She fell in the river.
I didn't push her in.

Well, you might as well have done.

When I saw you all happy
in the pub, it made me sick.

But then what you said about my mum.

I don't know.

The silly woman got
drunk and fell in the river.

You can hardly blame
me for that, can you?

Come on.

Shouldn't read your door.

No, thanks.

That's when I knew what I had to do.

And now I've done it.

I feel a whole lot better.

Frank!

Frank!

Get away from her!

You, you were here this
morning, weren't you?

- You were watching me.
- Yeah.

She wants to hurt you, Frank.

I know she, she poisend my coffee.

No.

- What with?
- Wolfsbane.

Oh, good choice. Nice and quick.

We have to get you to hospital.

Yeah, come on, Frank.

You are a monster.

No, he's made one big
mistake, but he didn't kill your mum.

That was a tragic accident.

I had to do this, right, for her.

Oh, really?

You think your mum would
want you to ruin your life?

No, Regan, this is about your grief.

Now, come on, Frank.

I made a terrible, terrible
mistake with your mum, Regan.

And I was too proud to admit it.

When she died... I was devastated.

I knew I'd played a part.

Hidden my guilt from Lu and
Sebastian and everyone else.

I think about your mum...

Queenie...

an awful lot.

It's funny, I...

I've never been here
since the day she died.

I'm so sorry.

(SOBBING) What have I done?

Please, come on, Frank, we
need to get you to a hospital.

I'm fine where I am.

But you might not care, but we'd
really rather you didn't die, so come on.

I'm really touched but...

I think hospital would be
a waste of time.

No, Frank, you don't know that.

I do, I do.

When Regan asked me to meet her here,
so late, I thought that was a bit odd.

But I wanted to find
out what she was up to.

I poured it all out, didn't touch a drop.

Really?

- Oh, my God!
- Oh, my gosh!

I thought you were gonna die!

- Oh! Oh!
- Oh, God!

Oh, you're...

That's it, you can get
up now, that's absolute...

- I'm not, dear, I'm stuck, I think.
- You can move, that's right.

I wanted to tell you that
Sebastian didn't send that email.

It was me.

Well, it's good to know.

I'm sorry about everything.

I'll go straight to the police station.

Hang on.

Don't.

I'm not gonna report you.

Really?

It's the least I can do for Queenie.

Just promise me...
you won't waste your life

and you won't come asking
for your old job back either.

Thank you, Mr Hathaway.

I mean it.

I know I've been difficult...

over the last couple of years, you know,

bottling things up.

I'm sorry.

- It's all...
- Water under the bridge?

- Too soon?
- Too soon.

(harrumph)

Don't tell me I have to
apologise to you as well.

For questioning my basic competence and

fundamental honesty,
don't worry about it.

OK.

Well, I'm sorry.

- Ooh.
- LAUGHS

I suppose we'll need to
look for a new receptionist.

No need, no.

To be honest, I've found being
an actual detective a tad stressful.

I'd like my old job back, please.

Oh, are you sure?

Yeah, for now at least.

Anyway, I need more time for my art.

Have you started painting?

Not painting, my acting.

A dramatic art.

Fair enough.

Save us a couple of quid.

But I would like to
keep my new job title.

- Oh, yeah, why not?
- Yeah.

Marvellous.
Marky Mallard, drinks are on me.

- Oh, you don't need to do that.
- Oh, yes, he does.

Besides, I need something to
spend my sizable executive cot on.

Sizable?

That's commensurate
to your substantive role.

Do you even know what that means?

Of course.

Means you get a pittance.

Come on.

I'm parched.

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