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Oh, I know, Frank.
Yeah, I'm exhausted.

Lia wanted to see the whole
of Australia!

And I said to her, I said,
"The termite hills

of Litchfield National Park
might be on your bucket list,

but they are not on mine."

I've had enough
of creepy crawlies and critters,

thank you very much.
And thank you very much.

It's strange to think,
isn't it, just two days ago

I was watching the sunset
over Uluru.

Yeah.
Uh, just get some sleep.

Me and Sebastian are gonna--
gonna try and soldier on.

- Have you been busy?
- Oh, yeah, up to our eyes.

- Dolly Parton?
- No.

- No. Uh, Debbie Harry?
- No.

- Boris Johnson?
- Close.

What's that?
Is that Sebastian?

- What was that?
- Oh, just spit-balling

potential brand ambassadors
for the agency.

Oh, that's odd.
The door's stuck.

I give up.

Oh!

Oh! Who are you?!

- Who are you?
- Um, I live here.

No. No, no, this is my cottage.

I just bought it.

Ah...

Oh.

Oh, that's very good, yeah.

Did Frank put you up to this?
This is--

That's hilarious, Frank.
You actually really got me.

- What are you talking about?
- You're one of Sebastian's

acting friends, I expect,
are you?

No, I most certainly am not.

It's alright. You can stop now.
You can drop it.

It's fine. I get it. It's, um--

You're very good though,
actually, I should day.

You were just the right side
of affronted and po-faced.

- It was good.
- You need to leave

or I'm calling the police.

Chamomile for you.

- Extra honey.
- Thank you.

DS Keeler, I--

Joe, I'm just trying
to find the, um...

Yeah.

I understand.

What did Keeler say?

The Land Registry has
this Celia Touchstone down

as the legal owner of your house
as of two days ago.

That's ridiculous!

What's he gonna do about it?

Nothing.

Not until they can prove
there's an actual crime.

How can you steal a house?

Identity theft.

Someone pretends to be you.

They sell the house,
pocket the cash.

I could see what
your mortgage provider knows.

- Oh, yeah.
- Mm.

No.

Oh, no, I've already paid
the mortgage off.

I paid it off when Mum died.

They haven't just
stolen from me.

They've stolen
from my dead mother!

Erm, have you, erm,
called your sister yet?

I don't think she's got signal.

Well, listen, don't worry.

Me and Sebastian
will take care of everything.

- Won't we?
- "Thou shalt have justice,

more than thou desir'st."

Yeah, what he said.

Do you mind if I, er...?

Yeah.

Look, I do sympathise
with your friend's situation,

Mr. Hathaway, but I bought
the cottage in good faith.

From?

Freddie Duke
at As You Like It Estates.

Look, I hope I'm not being
out of order or anything,

but do you think that you'd
maybe consider moving out

until this whole mess
is cleared up?

No.
That's out of the question.

I've relocated from London.

- Yeah, but she's homeless.
- And I'm very sorry,

but I'm an innocent victim, too.

Hang on. Wh--

What's happened
to all of Lu's stuff?

Erm, I believe a
house clearance company came

and took everything when the
cottage was being repossessed.

Repossessed?!

Ha! The cheeky cow!

Yeah, that's it.
You own that anger.

We want the "can do" Lu,

Lu with the glass half full.

Although technically
her glass has been nicked

and half-filled
by somebody else.

- Not helping...
- No, Sebastian's right.

It's time for the fight back.

"I am woman. Hear me roar."

Are you quoting the Bard,
as well, now?

What?

- No, it's Helen Reddy.
- It's Helen Reddy.

It's my Mum's favourite song.

Right, come on then.

Let's go and see
what this estate agent

has got to say for himself.

And just spray
some air freshener around

while I'm gone.

Come on.

- Say something!
- I can't!

It's too embarrassing.
She's too smelly.

Well, speak up--

- What--
- What's wrong?

I-I-I was just suggesting
to Sebastian

that we go and call the local,

uh, furniture places
for your stuff.

Hello.

Uh, hi, uh, we're looking
for Freddie Duke.

That would be me.
Mr. and Mrs...?

- Uh, Hathaway.
- Shakespeare. Miss. Miss.

Yes. Uh, we're, um--
we're actually, um,

- private investigators.
- Oh.

Yes, and we would like to know

why you sold
my cottage in Wilmcote

to Celia Touchstone.

Wilmcote.

Wilmcote.

Oh, hang on. Yes.

I know the one you mean.

Wasn't that owned
by Mega Fast Moves?

No!
No, it was owned by me!

And I didn't even know
it had been sold

until a couple of hours ago.

- Oh, that's terrible.
- Mm.

I'm so sorry.

Please, take a seat.

Look, I--

I'd love to help,

but as far as I knew,
the sale was all above board.

And, uh, what can you tell us
about Mega Fast Moves?

Online property-buying company.

Useful if you want to make
a quick sale,

though they do buy
well under market value

and sell for a serious profit.

Have you sold property
for them before?

A couple of times, yeah.

Pretty straightforward stuff.

Always very fast, obviously.

Um...

Though I've only dealt
with them via email.

Didn't that strike you
as a bit odd?

Oh, not really.

I mean,
everything's online nowadays.

There is one person
that you should speak to--

Oliver Silvius
of Silvius Solicitors.

Yeah, he handles
all the conveyancing

for Mega Fast Moves.
In fact, I've got

his card around here somewhere.

Yeah.

Here you go.

I hope you manage
to work things out.

Thank you.

Yeah, sorry, I had a sausage
and bean pasty earlier.

It's gone through me
like a steam train.

Erm, so, whaddya reckon?

He gave up that solicitor
bloke pretty quickly, didn't he?

Lu?

Ohh.

I've realised, you know,
it's not just my house

that I've lost, is it?
It's--

It's all my beautiful things,
Frank,

and-- and my memories.

It's...

Ohh!

Erm, why don't you
get in the car, Lu, in the dry?

Okay.

G'day!
I mean good afternoon.

Shakespeare and Hathaway,
Private Investigators.

- How may I help?
- Yeah, it's me.

Listen, I need contact details
and a background check

on a company
called Mega Fast Moves.

Mega Fast.

How's our Walzing Matilda
getting on?

- Yeah, not great.
- Oh, so, you haven't mentioned

her exotic aroma?

No.

Do it.

Are, erm-- Are you okay?

Yes.
Yes, I will be,

as soon as I find out
who's done this to me.

Come on, then.

I hope this won't take long.
I have a client waiting.

Well, tell us
all about Mega Fast Moves,

and we'll be on our way.

I've done a couple of local
conveyancing jobs for them.

- Why?
- Because someone

pretending to be me
sold my house to them

when I was out of the country.

And you're holding me
responsible?

Well, if you aren't, who is?

Mega Fast Moves.

If they've bought from someone
pretending to be, uh-- Sorry.

- What was your name again?
- Luella Shakespeare.

Right, then it's up to them
to check it's the real

Luella Shakespeare
selling the property.

Is that all you've got to say?

No.

If you manage to catch up
with anyone there,

please ask them to reply
to my e-mails.

They haven't paid
my invoice yet.

Well, you must know
something else.

You--

Oh! Hi, Spider.

Prynhawn da!
Nice holiday, Lu?

Er, well, yeah,
until I got back.

You did hear
what happened, right?

That's why I'm here.

This is all Sebastian could find
on Mega Fast Moves,

so he's called in the big guns.

Oh, great!
So, what have you got so far?

Well, for star--

Well, for starters,
it looks like they set up

a couple of years ago,
but, I mean,

this site is faker
than plastic trees.

Can you find out
who's behind it?

Yeah, and who they bought
my house from?

And where the money
from the sale went?

Triple affirmative, that one.
Might need a bit of time.

- Where've you been?
- Apparently Spider

can't function
without an unceasing supply

of ultra-processed food
and free-flowing energy drink.

But otherwise,
he's working pro bono.

Aw, thanks, Spider!

Anything to get your house back,
Lu.

And if you need a place to kip,
my sofa bed has your name on it.

Just as long as you have
a shower first.

Sorry?

Oh, no need to be embarrassed.

I reckon I get
pretty ripe myself

when I've been
on a gaming bender.

Eugh!

Oh!

That smell is me.

No wonder it's been
following me about all day.

I thought it was you!

Oh, thanks very much.

And here's me
trying not to kick you

when you're already down.

Ohh, guys!

Guys, I'm so sorry.

I've just had 24 hours
without any sleep

or chance to wash or clean.

Like I said, no judgement.

And thanks, Spider, for
the offer of staying at yours,

but I think actually
I'd be more relaxed in a B&B.

You'll be lucky to find
anywhere.

There's another
Artisanal Gin Festival

- on this week.
- Really?

Ohh.

Oh, well, I suppose
I could always sleep in Lulu.

It's my Mini.

I'm not gonna let you sleep
in your car.

I've got a spare room.

You can have it
for as long as you need.

Ooh, Frank!
I could hug you!

- Ohh, please don't.
- No.

Yeah.
Well, we'll have fun, won't we?

We'll be roomies.

We can get a takeaway
from Bostin' Balti for dinner.

Ooh, lovely.

I'll have a stuffed paratha
with mine.

Yeah, I meant just me and her.

Yeah, yeah,
what I'd love right now

is a nice big glass of wine
and a big bubble bath.

Oh, wow, Frank, it's, erm...

cosy, isn't it?

Yeah, I, uh--

I never got round to unpacking

when me and Maureen split.

You!

Only you would go backpacking
without a backpack.

It's calling glam-packing.

Right, yeah.

Whew!

Right, I'll, er--
Ohh.

Uh, I'll, er, make some space
while you go and freshen up.

Yes, sorry.

- Where would I do that?
- Just in there. Yeah.

Terrible stench.

- Frank!
- What?!

Well, it's just--
It was just there.

It just came out of nowhere,
but I--

But it's alright
'cause I think I can--

No, Stop! Stop!

Aw.

Come here, Jimmy, lad.
Come here.

Did she scare you?

Don't worry,
I won't let her hurt you.

Jimmy?

Yeah, you know, Jimmy Cagney.

You know, "You dirty rat!"

What, he's a pet?!

Yeah, I let him have the run
of the bathroom while I'm out.

Oh, Frank!

Well, what about disease
and incontinence and...

I know the Black Death
gave them a bad rep,

but rats are actually
very intelligent

and sociable creatures.
Yeah.

Hey, he'll laugh
if you tickle him.

Alright, no.
I'll take your word for that.

Right. Right, well, I'll go
and put him in his cage

while you, uh, freshen up a bit.

Okay.

Welcome home, Lu.

Aww.
I wish Frank snored like that.

He kept me up all night.

Snoring. I could hear him
through the walls.

No, you couldn't!

Uh, where did Mr. Cagney sleep?

In a cage in Frank's room.

He must have a teeny tiny
pair of earplugs.

Ah.

Ohh, still no joy
finding your furniture.

But I did have a bit
of a breakthrough yesterday.

I tracked down a few other
victims of Mega Fast Moves,

and one of them
is due any second...

- ...now.
- Oh!

Audrey Martext?

- Yeah.
- Meet Lu Shakespeare.

- Hello!
- Hi.

Just having a power nap.

So, you were away visiting
your daughter when it happened?

Yes, she'd just had our
first grandchild, little Noah,

and me and Bill went to help
out for a couple of months.

And when you came back, someone
else was living in your house?

Yes. It was such a shock.

Apparently, they had to move
really quickly

'cause the husband
was starting a new job.

But they were a lovely couple.

I don't blame them.

And they bought your place
from Freddie Duke,

who was selling
for Mega Fast Moves?

Yes.

And we also spoke to that
Mr. Silvius

who was doing the conveyancing.

He was no good.
And do you know what?

He charged us
for that appointment.

And he blamed it
on the other company

and told us to get in touch
with Land Registry

for some compensation.

Yeah, it sounds familiar.

And the worst of it was

that, after that meeting,

Bill had a massive heart attack,

and he's been in Arden Hospital
ever since.

Audrey! I'm so sorry.

I'm not upset.
I'm just flaming furious!

I could kill whoever's
responsible for doing this.

Hmm.
Well, what about the police?

Um, yeah, I filed a complaint.

I just felt like
I was wasting their time.

And I had even offered a reward

to whoever can get us
our home back.

Well, that's very generous.

Not that we're interested.

No.

You know, when I spoke
to the other victims,

they also said that their buyers

needed a quick sale,
and they paid in cash.

Do you think Mega Fast Moves
have been stealing houses

- to order?
- It's worth checking out.

Yeah, it's got subsidence.

Yeah, no, don't tell them that.

No.

Oh, I'll call you back.

Freddie Duke,
As You Like It Estates Manager.

Caoimhn Kirwan.

How can I help?

I'm looking to buy
a wee place over here

so I can grow
my export business.

Oh.
What line are you in?

Oysters.

We already supply
a lot of top restaurants,

so I really need somewhere
right now.

Any idea on budget?

Och, cash is no object.

- Really?
- Aye.

Well, let's take
some details down.

Well, it's official.

Oliver Silvius has got
zero online presence.

I know.

Five hours!

Five hours,
he's not even left the place

or had a single visitor.

Think he's lying low
because he knows we're onto him?

Maybe.

- Huh?
- Thanks.

Did you always want to be
in the police force?

Nah.
Up until I was about 10,

I wanted to be a lion tamer.

- Oh, yes, Frank!
- Oh, yeah!

Yeah, I could see that.

Good choice.

I always wanted to be
a brain surgeon and a mermaid.

What, at the same time?

Yeah.

I'm a woman. I can multitask.

Might be tricky to keep the
operating theatre clean, though,

you know, with all
that seaweed floating about.

Is that the best you can do?

No, I'm just saying,
it sounded a bit fishy.

I didn't wanna carp on about it.

That's good.

I didn't wanna see you flounder.

Okay.
Hali-but--

- Alright, alright.
- Oh, okay. Yeah, right.

- Oh, come on, Ariel.
- What?

- Oh
- Follow that crab.

Er, cab!

Hmm.

He likes a younger woman then.

You're so cynical.

Might be his daughter.

Ohh.
Better not be his daughter.

It's a shame.

You know, I thought
you'd love that one.

Oh, it's class, so it is,
but I've not seen anything

I like so much as my doughty
wee house in County Down.

- Mm.
- Places round here--

they're just not as... coastal.

Well, mm, we are miles
from the coast, so...

Got the Avon, though, eh?

I'm sure I can find you some--
some riverside properties

- you'd absolutely adore.
- Any I can see now?

Uh, nothing at the moment, no.

But I'll give you a call
as soon as...

...something comes in.

Sorry.

- Do you mind if I take this?
- No bother.

What have I told you

about calling me at work?

Again?!

You went out with the girls
on Saturday.

Well, I suppose
I can't say no then.

You'd better not be late,
though, "Phee."

Women, eh?

Aye.
My other half-- Francine--

shi's niver aff ma back.

Mm.

She must have
the bladder of an elephant.

I can never drink that much
champagne and not go for a wee.

Stop it.

I'm beginning to regret
that last coffee.

Do you know, I became a bit
of an expert at "wild wees"

when we were in the Outback.

I knew exactly how to avoid
the lizards and the snakes.

Oh, very, uh
Crocodile Dundee.

Yeah.

You know, it's not just the
crocodiles you've got

to look out for, actually,
because koalas

can be really vicious.
Yeah.

Lia tried to cuddle one once

and it bit her
right on the nipple.

Oh, no, hang on.

I'll be back in a minute.

Frank! Frank!
Something's happening.

Something's happening.
There's movement.

Frank?

Frank, pee faster!
We're on the move!

I'm going as fast as I can!

Oh, Frank!
We've missed them.

They-- They must have
got in a taxi.

You don't know that.

Let's drive around a bit.
We might spot them.

I'm gonna have to
do a hill start now.

- Clear?
- Yep. Yes.

I can't believe
they got away from us

because of your weak bladder.

I-- I've said I'm sorry, alright?

- What are you doing?
- Hmm?

Just tidying up a bit.

I have a system.

Oh, and I like the toilet paper
to hang underneath

and not over the top, alright?

- Alright.
- Now, listen.

You heat up that leftover balti.

I'll go and get Jimmy.

They made an odd couple,
didn't they,

Oliver and that woman?

And you know what?

I don't think that was
their first date,

judging by the way
they were snogging.

- You okay?
- Ah, yep. Yes.

Where's Jimmy?

Oh, he's, er-- Oh, he's fine.

He's not in the bathroom, is he?

- He'll turn up eventually.
- Frank!

You're expecting me
to be able to sleep when--

when there's a rat on the loose?

You slept in the Outback
with lizards and snakes.

It was a guided tour!
I'm not Bear Grylls!

Oh, he's just found
a nice warm spot to have a nap.

Yeah. Like my bed?

Oh! Jimmy, Jimmy.

Aw, what'd she do?

- I touched it!
- Jimmy.

Ahh!

Jimmy.

Oh!

Hi, Spidey.

You got anything for us?

Well, like I thought,

Mega Fast Moves
doesn't actually exist.

It's just a load
of AI-generated content

that leads to myriad dead ends.

So whoever's behind the business

sold my house
and all the others?

Yep.

And as you suspected,

that would be Oliver Silvius.

Everything leads back to him.

What about Freddie Duke?

He seems clean.

So, what's happened to all
the money from the house sales?

I'm still working on that.

We need something
that's gonna stand up in court.

10-4, big man.

Think we can blindside Silvius
into a confession?

Well, there's only one way
to find out.

This vehicle is reversing.

This vehicle--

You have to say it all the way.

Hello?

Hello? Mr. Silvius?

Erm, we found him about 8:45.

I don't know why I'm surprised
to find you two

poking around every murder
scene, but I still am.

Well, where would you be
if you'd just found out

who stole your house?

At the police station,
making a full report,

not getting in the way here.

And I assume your guys
are going through

the hard drive on the laptop?

Uh, when might we get
some access?

To the murder weapon?

Yeah, it might be the key
to getting my house back.

That's not my priority.

And because of
your connection to the victim,

I'm gonna have to ask you--

where you were
between midnight and 3:00 a.m.?

She stayed at my place
all night.

You two aren't, uh...?

- No, nothing like that!
- No!

- I was in the spare room.
- I wouldn't.

- No, I wouldn't.
- He wouldn't. I wouldn't.

Alright, well,
find out anything else

and come straight back to me, right?

- Yeah, 'course we will.
- Mm.

Now please
get off my crime scene.

Time of death between midnight
and 3:00 a.m. then.

- Thank you, DS Keeler.
- Mm!

- You were a bit adamant there.
- What do you mean?

That nothing would happen
between us.

Spider, Oliver Silvius
has been murdered,

so please just tell us
you've got something.

Hello?

Earth to Spiderman?

I found his offshore account.

Brilliant! Right.

That's where the money
will be, yeah?

Not anymore.

I-It was there.
It was right there.

And then it just disappeared.
Poof!

- Ohh.
- You'll be able to trace it

- again, though, right?
- He's been trying

for the last hour.

What if the information
that Spider needs

is on the murder weapon?

Oliver Silvius was killed
with his own laptop.

Ohh.

I'm never gonna
get my cottage back, are we?

Don't worry, Lu.

I've accessed Oliver's files
remotely.

Well, Silvius couldn't have
moved the money this morning

'cause he was already dead.

Unless he had an accomplice.

Do you think that's
the mystery woman?

Or is she the murderer?

She might be both.

But we need to find her if we're
gonna get Lu's house back.

Oh!

Really playing catch-up
on this one, eh, Frank?

Yeah, looks like it.

Well, you're wasting
your time in there.

We still don't have an ID
for Oliver Silvius's date,

and that waiter gave the
most unhelpful description ever.

Did they say if they left?
Maybe in a taxi?

No. We don't even know
if they left together.

See, Silvius might
have gone back to the office,

and if he'd arranged
to meet the killer,

you know, they--
they could have staged

- a break-in after the murder.
- No.

Somebody definitely tripped
the silent alarm

The security company
confirmed.

They received an alert
just before midnight

but they didn't come out
'cause they called Silvius

and he said he'd go
and switch it off himself.

Cheers, Joe.
Thanks for the intel.

Oh, you saved us
a lot of legwork.

- Do you fancy an early lunch?
- Ooh, yes!

We could have chips
down by the Avon.

- Ooh!
- You not gonna solve a case

eating chips by the river.

But in case you do
and you don't tell me,

I'll do you for perverting
the course of justice, Frank.

- And that's a promise.
- Mm.

- Mm. Mm.
- Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm.

Whew!

What's up?

I just saw someone
wearing my hat.

Oh, well, a hat like the one
I used to own.

At the risk
of sounding tasteless,

I'm considering this
a celebration.

- Anyone?
- Oh--

Well, no. Someone
has been murdered, Audrey.

I won't be sending flowers.

Mm? Mmm!

So, does this mean that
we're gonna get our homes back?

Erm, well, it's not quite
that simple.

You know, I mean,
we've got to find the money,

establish how
your identities were stolen,

and even then, the Land Registry
might argue the toss

about who has the stronger claim
to live in each house.

So, no nearer then?

I'm so sorry.

Just um, covering all bases,
Audrey,

but, um, where were you

between the hours of midnight
and 3:00 this morning?

At the hospital. Where else?

Me and Bill haven't spent
a night apart in 48 years.

You're supposed
to be getting our homes back,

not trying to pin this scumbag's
murder on a homeless pensioner!

I think she's gone through
enough without you--

Ohh, I used to have
a dress like that.

- Oh, it's very you.
- Yeah.

And I saw someone wearing
a hat like mine earlier.

Now, that--
that definitely is my coat.

I'll see you back at the office.
Excuse me!

Excuse me! Hello!

What did you, uh,
think of Audrey's reaction?

Oh!

"The lady doth protest too much,
methinks."

Yeah, I think she, uh--
she doth...

the "thame."

Um, shall we go
and check her alibi,

you know,
just to be on the, um...

"thafe thide"?

I'll go talk to Freddie Duke.

How well did you know Oliver?

Oh, hardly at all.

Put some business his way
when buyers needed a solicitor.

- Still a shock, though.
- Hmm.

And you can't think of anyone
who might have wanted him dead?

No. No. I can't.

And in case you were wondering,
my girlfriend and I

were home together last night

from 6:00 till 8:00
this morning.

We both gave statements
to the police.

- The real police.
- Oh!

Well, listen, thank you.
You've been very helpful.

Ah.

- Oh, hey.
- Ooh! New coat?

No! It was mine.

That woman bought it
secondhand.

So, would you believe,
right now,

my entire wardrobe is being sold

in charity shops
all round Stratford.

It's cost me a flipping fortune
to buy back

what I could find.

Any luck
with your Mystery Woman?

Nah. Those photos
from last night are useless.

Not a single shot
where you can see her face.

- Typical.
- I've got Spider doing some

background checks on Silvius.

Now, we need to concentrate
on the basics,

figure out who benefits
most from his death.

- Mm.
- I've just spoken

to my contact at Arden Hospital,

and apparently
there was a shift change

on Bill's ward at midnight

and Audrey was not
by his bedside then,

nor was she when his obs were
done a couple of hours later.

Sebastian, how do you do it?

Let's just say I have friends in
"hy-gienic" places.

Ohh!

Oh, you've got a friend
who's a cleaner.

A cleaner on Coronary Care.

- Oh!
- Mm.

Come on.
Let's see where that leaves us.

I can't believe
you checked up on her.

She lied to us.
So did Freddie Duke.

Him being at home with his
girlfriend after 6:00 p.m.

doesn't match what you overheard

about her being out
with the girls after work.

Any news on the emails?

I'm still working on it.

This guy knows a lot about
cyber security, I can tell you.

I'm just wondering
if there's something specific

that links Audrey and Lu?

You mean, what made
them the perfect targets?

Exactly. None of the victims
had mortgages.

All of the properties
were temporarily empty.

Is there anything else?
Lu?

I don't know.
I've only just met her.

It's the files I requested
for Oliver Silvius.

- And?
- There's a marriage certificate.

Oooh, interesting!

Oliver had an ex-wife.

And you'll never guess
who it is.

I've already told the police
I was asleep alone

when Oliver was murdered.

I still can't believe he's dead.

Well, obviously we're, uh--
we're very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Oliver had dinner last night
with a-- with a young woman.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

No, which is unusual.

Oliver liked to boast
about his conquests.

Mm.

So, you were married
for 3 years,

divorced for--
divorced for 12,

and you moved back to Stratford
because...?

Well, I was born here.

Oliver and I stayed friends,

and then I moved to London
when I married Charles.

And then when he died
I just wanted

a fresh start
somewhere familiar.

And Oliver told you
about this place?

Yeah, said he found it
on an estate agent website,

thought it was perfect.

I can't believe he lied to me.

Sounds like a bit
of a one-way friendship.

I mean,
he steals the house for you,

then runs away with the money
you paid for it.

Yeah, getting you mixed up
in all of that,

we wouldn't blame you
if you did wanna kill him.

I mean, I was angry.
Who wouldn't be?

But I, erm...

No, the last time I saw Oliver
was, uh, about a week ago,

I think,
when I was signing the papers.

- Sure about that?
- Sorry?

Well, it's just,
you were in Oliver's office

when we first met him, I think.

I recognise that jacket there.

It was on the coat stand.
It's a lovely jacket.

I wouldn't forget that jacket.

Okay, okay,
yes, yes, I was there.

I was furious
when I found out about the scam,

and he was ignoring my calls.

So, what did he say
when you were in the office?

Well, just more lies.

He denied knowing anything.

Said the property company
had scammed him, as well.

- Anything else?
- No.

Come on, Celia.

You can't possibly have
any loyalty to him now.

I don't.
I promise you, there's nothing.

We argued. I left.
I certainly didn't kill him.

Audrey?

I was just getting up
the courage to come and see you.

Oh, don't be silly.
You're welcome any time.

I just wanted to explain
why I got so angry before.

I was with Bill. I just--

I couldn't sleep on the cot bed,

so I kept nipping out
for sneaky cigarettes.

I-- I promise that I didn't
leave the hospital grounds.

I never really thought
it was you, you know.

I only started smoking
because of the stress.

If Bill finds out, he'll go mad.

Well, I'm glad you came back.

- Could I ask a favour?
- 'Course.

Can I sit in your reception
and give our Wendy a video-call?

- Yes!
- Thank you.

It's just that the Wi-Fi
at the hospital is shocking.

It's so difficult to keep in
touch, what with the distance.

Distance?
Where does she live?

Did I not say? Boston.

- Oh!
- What, Lincolnshire?

Massachusetts.

Hang on.
So, you and Lu were both abroad

- when your houses were stolen?
- That's right.

And did you book the trip
yourself?

Oh, no, I'm no good
at that kind of thing.

And anyway we were going out
a few days

before Wendy's due date,

so I just asked the travel agent

to arrange the flights
and some day trips.

And which travel agent
did you use?

- Tybalt Travel.
- Tybalt Travel.

That girl at Tybalt was lovely.
What was her name?

Phoebe Amiens.

Me and my sister, Lia,

we booked our whole Outback tour
through her.

I only ever spoke to her on the
phone, but she knew everything.

She knew my home address,
my passport details,

how long I was gonna be away,

everything she would
need to steal my identity.

Hang on.

Same colouring.

It might be her.
We need a better angle.

That's my handbag!

Ah!

Come to think of it,
she looks just like the woman

who was wearing my hat.

Come on.
Let's pay her a visit.

Oh, just a thought--
when I heard Freddie

talking to his girlfriend
on the phone,

I assumed her name was Fiona
because he called her "Fi,"

but what if it was "Phoebe"?

- Come on.
- Wait a minute.

Have you finally got into
Freddie's emails?

Oh, I've been in there ages.

I just wanted to make
a few more checks

before I said anything.

There's something here
you really wanna see.

You going on holiday, Freddie?

Last time I did that,
when I came back,

someone else
was living in my house.

That was Oliver Silvius.

Yeah, that's what
you wanted us to think

when you hacked
into his computer

to remove any trace
of your involvement

with Mega Fast Moves.

You broke into his office,
he caught ya,

and you killed him.

Who are these people, Freddie?

Oh, don't bother, Phoebe.

We know that you've been using
your clients' travel information

to steal their identities
and sell their houses.

I told you.

That last job was one too many.

Shut up!

I mean you must have made
a pretty penny

from selling
those stolen houses.

What was it, you didn't like
the three-way split?

Is that why you killed Silvius?

So then you two could take
the lot and run off to Thailand?

No. No, I-I didn't--

Or was it because you found out

that he was seeing Phoebe
behind your back?

Ohh, that must have stung,
a man twice your age.

She was just
stringing him along.

- Freddie, don't.
- What's the point, Phee?

They know everything.

Trying to steal my money,
Freddie?

Call it quits for trying
to steal Phoebe.

She can't wait
to get rid of you.

Please.

I know all about your
cosy little dinner, Oliver.

She's not really interested.

Ohh.

That's not the impression I got
last Saturday night.

She wouldn't.

Oh, Freddie.

Do I have to tell you
all about that adorable

little butterfly tattoo
on the inside of her left thigh?

Ugh!

Oliver was right.

You're so stupid.

She's been playing you two
off against each other

for the whole time.

What?

No.

No, she told me everything.

She chose me.

No, she's booked
on another flight this evening.

To Brazil. Alone.

Were you gonna ditch him
at the airport, Phoebe?

But you said that...

I did it because I love you.

No, you did it

because your macho pride
got injured.

It was pathetic,

both of you begging me
to ditch the other.

That's why I was going
to Brazil--

because I didn't want
either of you.

The house scam was all her idea!

Hey! Hey!

Ohh! Ow!

What'ya-- Why would you--

No! No!

Lulu! No!

Freddie Duke, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder
of Oliver Silvius.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you don't mention,
when questioned, something

you rely on later in court.

Anything you do say
may be given as evidence.

Coming through, coming through!

Ahh!
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah. Thank you!

And I'd like
my handbag back, too.

It's okay, Lulu.

I've got you.

Yeah, I know. I didn't--

I didn't know
I had it in me myself.

Yeah, Sally Gunnell called.
She wants her trainers back.

I suggest we all drink

to Audrey and Lu
getting their homes back.

- Yes! To going home!
- To going home.

- To Lu going home.
- Mm.

Mm, and I will get
that reward to you

as soon as me and Bill can.

- Ah, fantastic--
- Don't worry.

I know.

How about a celebratory
takeaway from Bostin' Balti?

Ooh. Am I invited this time?

- Yeah!
- No.

- It's on Frank.
- Aww, thanks, Frank.

Come one, come all.

Uh, but I insist we eat here.

I refuse to set foot
in Rodent Towers.

- What?
- It's not as bad as you'd think.

He's got a big rat.

Thank you.

Thank you so much
for letting me move back in.

Oh, it's only a matter of time

before the fraud's
sorted out anyway,

and I don't want to stay
in Stratford

after everything
that's happened.

That's understandable.
Well, good luck.

Yes.

And besides,
that toilet of yours

never really flushed properly.

Oh.

- Right.
- Lu!

- Oh, hey!
- Hello.

What's all this about?

It's...

- your furniture!
- Oh!

Sebastian tracked it all down.

Oh! Oh, Sebastian!

- Mwah.
- Thank you!

- Mwah.
- Ah! Thank you.

All my things!

Thank you.

And thank you
for putting up with me.

Ah, at least I'll be able
to find my own stuff now.

And you won't nick all
the hot water.

- I'm gonna miss you, too.
- Ooh.

But I won't miss Jimmy Cagney.

Oh! We've got
a little surprise for ya.

- Oh!

- Don't look.
- Okay.

Just a little house-warming
present.

Guys. You shouldn't have.

- Ohh!

You! You dirty rat.