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Where were we?

Aah!

Ahh, yes. Our cliff hanger.

It was rather a dramatic one.

Oh, my God.

I'll let you get on, shall I?

Tuppence? Tuppence?

Ohh.

You alright?

That was a really long, horrible night.

Yeah. That's why I didn't wanna move you, in case I woke you.

Mm.

Cup of tea?

Thank you.

And painkiller.

Thanks.

Omar wasn't our murderer.

And to think...

to think that this all started with some missing pearls.

But what did he know that got him killed?

Well, Archie said that Omar was overstepping the mark

when it came to finding a story.

So maybe that story was about our murderer?

Yeah, sadly we can't ask him what he was working on,

can we?

Actually, uh...

when I was in Omar's flat, I, um...

...did something that was a little illegal.

Yes. Go on.

Well, he had-- he had a voice-mail on his watch.

Mm-hmm. - And...

maybe I pressed play.

I'm oddly proud of you.

It was something about a document,

from a registry office. - Okay.

Oh.

Okay.

Registry office.

So, like...

a birth or death or a marriage?

Yeah. Maybe it was...

Maybe it was part of Omar's research into Archie.

It's a stretch, but...

that's all we have.

Yeah. Well, then we have to chase it.

Listen...

are you sure you want to keep going, Tuppence?

Perhaps we should stop.

N-No.

This just got really, really personal.

You know, for a moment...

I saw you, um...

I thought, um... - Hmm?

No, no, no.

I'm not.

I'm fine.

Hey, Tommy.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hello?

Hey, Tuppence?

Fuck!

Oh, my God, that's Julius.

Oh, fuck!

Coming!

Oh, fuck!

Hey! Julius.

I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?

You know, when your sister told me that you started

an amateur private detective agency with an ex,

I thought it was code for a mental breakdown.

The two aren't mutually exclusive.

Hey, what happened here?

You okay?

Uh, yeah. I fell.

I mean, well, actually, I was pushed by a murderous intruder.

Hazards of the job.

Here I thought acting was full of backstabbers.

This is some great tea, by the way.

Uh, Timmy, was it? - Um, it's Tommy.

Sure. Yeah.

Listen, maybe now is not a great time to talk.

You know, if there's a murderer on the loose.

No. It's not.

We've actually got quite a lot of work to, um,

to crack on with. - Yeah.

No, I saw the, uh, scary-sounding registry.

Can you not touch that, please?

Thanks. Um, so I was thinking, right,

what if we just waited to see if--

if whatever Omar ordered from the registry office

was still delivered to his place?

Can we afford to wait that long

when the murderer is still out there?

I mean...

Yeah. Maybe we can talk later.

Sure. Yeah. I just wanted to drop these off.

I was gonna send an e-mail,

but it just felt too impersonal,

so I, uh, I printed them off for you.

Divorce papers. Sorry.

You came all the way from America

to give me divorce papers.

I'm sticking around for a bit.

I'm trying to find a director for that movie

with Harry styles.

Of course, of course.

Two birds, one stone.

Fucking convenient.

- That's not... - No? It's not...

I'm, uh, staying at the Radcliffe.

Room 209.

Your favourite. When you want to talk.

Tim.

So... that's Julius.

He's, uh...

He's tall.

Should we talk about what happened?

Let's just get on with the case.

We are not naming her after your mum’s hygienist.

- Why? - Because it's ridiculous.

Okay, here we are. Births, deaths and...

Marriages.

Um, let's find Mrs. Asante.

Wait until I call next.

- Sorry. - Sorry.

Next.

Hi.

Um, so, my friend here,

Omar Bevington... - How you doing?

...he ordered a certificate from your archive,

and we wondered if we could just pop by today

and grab a hard copy...

Now, if that's okay.

You're Omar Bevington, are you?

Yes.

The dead guy?

Sorry. God, did I say he's Omar B--

What I meant was we work for Omar,

and it's obviously really terribly sad,

and we feel like we need to, um, to finish, um, his work.

It's-- Was his dying wish.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Oh, we need to get access to that computer.

We need to find some kind of a distraction.

So her son goes to Saint Cormac's.

I noticed the logo on the mug,

and then the photo on her desk is a school around here.

Okay, great.

So now all we need is her phone number.

Which I also have, strangely.

Oh, okay. See.

207942...

932. Okay.

What do I do? Wait.

Do an accent.

Hello? Is that Mrs. Asante?

Hi. Yeah, I'm calling from Saint Cormac secondary School.

Yeah.

Um, I'm afraid you're gonna have to come

and collect your son.

Yeah. Um, because, uh...

- He's been suspended. - He's been suspended.

What for?

- Swearing. - For swearing.

Lots and lots of swearing.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.

Yeah. I think you're gonna have to come right away.

Yeah. Okay. Goodbye.

Oh, my God, are you serious?

Sorry. We're not actually the...

That's a kind of cheese.

I cannot believe it's your first choice.

I'm lactose intolerant.

Please tell her she's being unreasonable.

Uh, the system's down.

What's your name? Maybe we'll use yours.

It's, uh, Tuppence.

It's short for Prudence, it's a family nickname.

- Oh, that's so... - Lovely.

I can't find anything for Archie Saint Vincent.

There's not even a birth certificate.

Try, um... Try Malay. Malay. Um, Vincent was a stage name.

Okay, nice.

- Yeah. - There's a couple.

- Okay. Print them. - Yep.

Okay, I think we've decided.

I'm afraid we're on a break.

I'm so sorry. - Sorry.

Grab 'em and let's go.

Okay, so we have a birth certificate.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm. Nothing unusual here.

God, did he look good for his age.

What? What is it?

It's a marriage certificate.

I don't know Archie had been married before.

Yeah, but look who was married to.

It wasn't exactly a secret,

just not anybody's business that we're married.

Sorry. You're still married?

So he was about to be a bigamist?

Well... not exactly.

It's just we never got round to getting a divorce.

Mainly because the tight-fisted bastard never wanted to pay me

half or sell the house.

Look, it was an arrangement of sorts.

It was the '90s.

I'm struggling to see what you got out

of this arrangement, Miranda.

Work. That's what I got.

High-profile work.

As long as I never made a scene.

But then with Gilda, it was different.

He finally wanted a divorce.

So him asking for a divorce and getting engaged to Gilda...

a beautiful, talented... - Debatable.

...younger woman didn't spur you to murder him,

resulting in you inheriting all of his money

before he could make her his wife?

Well, when you say it like that, it does sound bad,

but I honestly had no hard feelings

towards his upcoming nuptials.

Fine.

I was angry with Archie,

and I hated that parasite, Gilda.

Especially when the silly girl lost those damn pearls.

Pearls which were once mine, by the way.

But the reason I'm still married...

The real reason we never got divorced was because...

You still loved him.

And you'd do anything to be near him.

He had this way of making you feel so special.

That's why I put up with the hordes of stage-door groupies,

the endless gossip of affairs.

I was happy to take anything I could get,

even the bloody hand soap.

And now I'll never see him again.

We know that Omar was digging into Archie's past.

Did he know about the marriage?

Yes, but he never outed us.

Now, we have to be out of this theatre by tonight,

so if you'll excuse me...

Thank you.

It makes you realise, doesn't it,

how people can lose themselves for love.

Can you look at me or...?

To be honest, we knew it was a long shot.

Okay? Miranda certainly wasn't the one

that I chased from Miles last night.

Yeah, it doesn't mean she didn't hire someone, though.

But we know from before, with Alice and Sebastian,

that suspects can work together.

True, but as Miranda said, Omar knew about the marriage,

so that wasn't his big secret story about Archie.

It was something else.

Yeah, I don't think you're supposed to steal

condolences for the dead.

"These wretched, eminent things

leave no more fame behind them

than should one fall in a frost and leave his print in snow.

As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts."

That's intense.

It's a line from the play about the bad guy's death.

How he's not noble. His fame won't precede him.

He's just-- He's nothing special.

It's not exactly a rest in peace.

It's more of a good riddance.

Oh, maybe this isn't from a super fan,

but a super hater.

We just have no way of knowing who left them.

Hang on, let's have a look.

I think I know where they bought them.

I'm guessing you don't have CCTV.

Okay. Um, well, thanks.

Thanks anyway.

Look.

How about you buy a bunch for your beautiful girlfriend?

Oh, no, we're not.

And that might just jog my memory as

to who bought them irises.

She prefers lilies, actually.

There was a woman, young.

She had a tattoo of irises.

I think that's why she bought them.

She had loads of tattoos, come to think of it.

Uh... purple hair.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Hi. - You wanted to talk?

Yeah. Please. Thanks.

Sorry. I was teching that new show last night.

Haven't had a chance to clean up.

So she had an alibi for last night.

Mary...

You wrote this for Archie.

The florist, she remembered your tattoos.

And?

And you acted like you were his biggest fan.

I mean, you said you were desperate to work with him.

That's what you said.

And I did work with him.

And to be honest, I was disappointed.

He wasn't the man I was expecting him to be.

Disappointed enough to make you want to kill him?

No. He was just a let-down.

It wasn't about the art.

It was just reputation, money, ego.

But no.

I got no reason to kill him just because he's a cliché,

but I couldn't leave him with a rest in peace, either.

I thought it was poetic.

Never meet your heroes.

He really was yours, wasn't he?

Look, you're a mega fan.

Was Ssega staying here last night as well?

Actually he didn't. No idea where he was.

But I am worried about him.

The show was taking its toll.

Archie was hard to impress.

He did say that Archie was tough on him.

On all of us.

I actually think Gilda was bearing the brunt, you know?

Thanks, Mary.

Oh, and what's the show you're going on to?

- "Sweeney Todd." - Nice. Good luck with that.

Hang on.

What if they're just, like,

all working together in some big,

elaborate pearl heist gone wrong?

Even Gilda?

Yeah. I mean, Mary did just say

that she was bearing the brunt of Archie's ego.

Okay, so hang on.

What if Gilda found out that Archie was still married

and was about to be a bigamist?

Okay. Okay, so...

So planting the oil in the lipstick, et cetera,

and making herself the weapon,

that was just, like, an elaborate double bluff.

Remember when we interviewed her,

she had that tiff with Omar on the doorstep.

What was that about?

And he said, "You can't keep ignoring the truth."

Right. The truth about what? Like, Miranda?

Okay. Alright. Hang on.

What if it's nothing to do with the marriage

to Miranda? Forget that.

What if Omar was threatening Gilda about something else?

Yeah. It's possible. Poss-- Yeah.

Let's get those e-mails out. The ones she was cancelled for.

Let's see who we're dealing with.

Okay. So this is the website

that the e-mails were first leaked on.

Just as she was about to break America.

Total trash, very my vibe.

Okay, here's what she said about her co-star.

"A talentless tumour that needed cutting out of the production."

Charming.

Big Bad Hype. This is the website.

Yeah.

I've seen that somewhere. Hang on.

I think it was in Omar's obituary.

Omar Bevington, here we go.

"Omar had a varied journalistic career,

briefly launching an entertainment gossip site..."

"Big Bad Hype."

Wait, wait.

So Omar was the first to out Gilda,

but Archie still invites him to the theatre

to write about their new show?

What if...

Hear me out.

...Archie leaked the e-mails to Omar,

and that's what the NDA was about?

Yeah, but why would Archie do that?

Because some men, sadly, have a problem with powerful women.

She was about to supersede him,

and he wanted to cancel her.

I thought I had relationship troubles.

Right. What would you do if you found out

that your fiancée was not only married,

but had destroyed your career,

only to be the one to kick-start it?

It's the ultimate power move.

I mean, I'd fucking kill him.

I'd kill him.

- Yeah. - Let's go. Come on.

You think I killed Archie

because he leaked those terrible e-mails?

And then what? Killed Omar for good measure?

Right. Let me explain something to you.

This is the first play I saw Archie in

over 30 years ago.

I was a newbie, all excited.

He had everyone in the palm of his hand.

It was magic.

Then years later, I met him and we fell in love.

And then we make this show together.

And then he invites Omar, the man who had destroyed my career,

to write about the Duchess.

I was stunned. I went and talked to Omar.

He was so annoyed with Archie.

He told me that the leak had come from him.

I didn't want to believe it,

but Archie looked so guilty when I confronted him.

You were angry.

At the dress rehearsal, I saw that you shrugged him off.

I was, but I'm a professional and I needed the show to go on.

It was the only chance to get back to that magic.

It was also the chance I had to outshine him.

A much better revenge.

So why on earth would I kill him?

Where were you last night?

Here. Alone. Grieving.

He may have been a bastard, but he was still my fiancé.

Would you still have married him?

Oh, he was already married.

Didn't you know? The lawyers told me yesterday.

This is all Miranda's now. Good for her.

Well, that was another insight into Archie's

sordid little life.

Let's just say his Wikipedia page needs

a few little amendments.

Just don't get it.

I just thought he was different.

I genuinely thought he was one of the good guys.

Yeah, well, I hate to say I told you so.

Yeah, but you don't. You love it, don't you?

Oh, God.

We're just going round in circles.

And someone is lying about what happened last night.

Listen, why don't we slow down a bit, hmm?

You look like you need a break.

Stop telling me what to do, please.

Can't help caring about you.

Please don't do this right now.

Please don't do this.

What? And just keep ignoring this massive thing

that's happened between us. Really?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Tuppence, I know-- I know you're avoidant,

but this is just a joke.

I have to go.

You know, you can talk to me about this.

You can talk to me. We're not at university anymore.

We're adults. - I know we're adults.

Don't you think I know we're adults?

My husband wants a divorce, Tommy.

And you're right. We're not at uni anymore.

I have a proper grown-up life. - I know.

And I just don't know that I can implode it for you.

Well, I'm not the one who keeps trying to do exactly that.

Oh, fuck! Where are you going?

So no Tuppence this evening?

Nope.

Her husband's in town. - Ahh.

That's all very... drama, as they say.

Yeah.

Just as the case is getting pretty difficult.

Mmm.

I mean, after all, another person's dead.

And I find that once a killer gets a taste for these things,

the body count can really rack up.

They nearly got Tuppence.

She likes a bit of risk, doesn't she?

Ahh. Yeah.

No matter who gets hurt in the process.

You are allowed one more cocktail's worth of wallowing.

Deal?

Deal.

You're feeling jealous, I get it.

You know what can help?

Just stirring in a little complication of your own.

Thanks, Ada.

As usual, you're right about everything.

Well, duh.

Now I must get back to a little puzzle I've been working on.

Thank you for agreeing to talk.

Yeah. You're welcome.

Got a lot of work to do on the case,

but, you know, needed to eat, so here we are.

Did you have time to look over the settlement?

We can get the ball rolling on this as soon as you like.

God, you're an absolute prick.

You knew that this would confuse me, didn't you?

You knew that it would force me to have to--

To make a decision.

You know, to tell me what you're feeling and thinking.

Yeah.

Forgive me if I'm a little confused here, Tuppence,

okay, but you did run away without saying anything.

And then you ghosted me for a month.

So you like ultimatums.

So that's what I'm here giving you.

I-- I just...

I just wanted things to change between us.

I just wanted you to-- - To what? To fight?

Yes. To fight. Yeah, to fight.

Actually fight. Or throw in the towel.

And then I could just blame it all on you.

Wow. London's made you honest.

I've been talking to people all day about secrets.

They don't tend to end well.

Okay, so which should I do?

Should I fight or should I throw in the towel?

And how worried should I be about this Tommy guy?

So you do know his name?

Of course I know who he is.

You reread his books every year.

I just didn't like hearing from your sister

that you're now living together.

You're running around solving crimes

like some kind of Shaggy and Scooby-Doo.

Fred and Daphne, more like.

- That's much better. - It's not the point, is it?

It's not the point.

The point is that I'm not myself in L.A.,

and you don't even notice. You don't even notice.

All you do is work all the... time.

I get carried away, okay? And I am sorry.

No, you-- you talked about-- God.

You talked about, like, leading-lady energy.

That's why you married me. - Okay.

I've just become this-- I don't know, sidekick or...

Hey. Okay, okay.

Alright, so what we do is we set you up some meetings.

I will make some calls.

No! Julius, I don't want you to buy my career.

I want to do it myself, like I have been doing.

With Blunt's Brilliant Detectives with Tommy?

Yes! With Tommy. Yes. Okay. Yes.

He's an ex, okay. He's-- He's a very distant ex.

And it's not-- We're not...

Because hiding in the past would be a very,

very Tuppence thing to do.

I just think we should get a drink.

Shall we get a drink?

Albert, a couple of G&T's, please.

Hey. I-I love you,

but if you're not happy...

...you just sign the papers and I'll leave for good.

Thank you. I like your scarf.

Haven't seen you wear that before.

Since when do you wear a scarf?

- Since a guy called Igor. - It's a great scarf.

Can we have one second, please, to finish this conversation?

I'll make these doubles.

Thank you.

Psst. Tommy.

Act like you don't know me.

Okay.

Yeah.

Peanut oil was in the lipstick.

You guys were right. We owe you one.

Okay, great. Thanks.

Is that...

I mean, should I go now,

or is this the point where you hand me the secret briefcase?

Sorry. I thought it'd be cute.

It was a reference. - To DI Dashford.

Yeah, no, I got it. It was cute.

So I thought I could tell you something as a thank you.

Okay. Yeah. Go on.

Omar was working on a story about Archie.

We know. Yeah.

He wanted Archie to sign an NDA.

Well, we obtained a copy of the certificate

he ordered for his story.

The one that tells us he was married to Miranda.

No. Wait. What? He was married to Miranda?

Yeah.

God, that guy really was a piece of work.

No, sorry. No, that's--

That's not the certificate we intercepted at the flat.

Got you a copy.

I mean, we're still looking into it,

but I thought maybe you could do something with it.

Please don't tell anyone about this.

Obviously. I mean, it really-- It could cost me my job.

Of course. Yeah. Thank you.

I should go, but, um...

This was fun.

Yeah.

Uh, well, maybe next time we could--

we could do it inside, like a pub, maybe.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'd like that.

Okay, cool. Um... I'll text you.

Cool. Yeah. Um...

Bye, Tommy. - Bye, Draper.

Are you feeling better?

Yes. Much.

Well, at least you haven't taken it off.

What?

Your wedding ring.

We're good together.

Yeah, we were good.

Yeah. So we can try again.

Don't we owe that to ourselves?

You're not a quitter. You never have been.

And I-- - Hey.

- Tommy. - Yeah, Timmy.

Nice of you to join us. Can I get you a drink?

Read this. It's from Draper. She gave it to me.

To us. - Thank goodness for groupies.

Well, speaking of groupies, it's the certificate

that Omar ordered from the registry office.

It's not about Miranda.

This was the dirt he had on Archie.

It's a death certificate, and it's nothing to do with Archie.

It's about a woman.

Not just any woman. Read the name.

- Oh, my God. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God. Wait.

They're all gonna be at the theatre tonight,

aren't they, doing the get-out?

Yeah, but just because we know who

doesn't mean we know how.

I think I know-- I think I know how to prove it.

We have to go now. We have to go now.

Albert, can you give us your shittest bottle of whisky?

- Always. - Can I-- can I come?

- Probably not. - Yeah, fine. Yeah, yeah.

You know the rules.

They're all here. Perfect.

Who's the new guy?

Uh, work experience.

Uh, Marvin, could you pop the intercom on?

I have a message for the cast and crew.

And who made you boss?

That's a call for everyone to the stage, please.

A call for everyone to the stage, please.

Now go get 'em, Poirot.

Mary. Uh, would you care to join us?

Sure.

Uh, what's this about?

What's going on?

- And... - Marvin?

Great. We're all here.

Um... we knew you'd all be here for a final time,

and we just wanted to do something special for Archie.

We just wanted to commemorate what a huge inspiration he was.

Yeah. Uh... to Archie.

- To Archie. - Archie.

Oh, wow.

That's a really bad whisky.

And, uh, we know who killed him.

Him and Omar.

- Who? - You're right, Ssega.

That is really gross-tasting whisky.

It's actually a type of peanut whisky.

That's a bit of a low blow.

Sorry, sorry.

Um, Mary, you're looking a little bit puffy.

Did you know that if one of your parents is allergic to nuts,

then you have a higher chance of also being allergic?

What the fuck have you done?

Except that I'm bluffing.

This is just shit-tasting whisky.

No peanuts, I promise.

Wait. One of your parents.

So Archie was your father?

So what?

That doesn't give me any reason to kill him.

No, it doesn't, but...

this is your reason.

This is a death certificate for Iris Ventnor.

You have a tattoo of irises on your arm.

You left irises for Archie.

- So? - Because Iris was your mum.

You talked about a mum who hung out at stage doors

in love with the theatre. - The ticket to Macbeth.

Yeah, please.

Bit late for superstition now.

The ticket on your corkboard.

I wondered why it kept irking me. And then--

And then I got it. Thanks to you, Gilda.

You talked about being a newbie,

watching Archie in that production.

So you, Mary, you weren't born.

That was Iris's ticket.

Your mum's ticket.

Iris met Archie in this very theatre 30 years ago

and had you.

Isn't that right, Miranda?

After all, you spoke about having to share Archie

throughout your marriage, rumours.

But lots of women claimed they had his kids.

Lots of them were lying.

He said he never wanted children.

You-- You took his DNA, right? A hair from a costume, maybe.

And you sent it off for testing.

That post that Marvin reprimanded you for.

Do you remember? That arrived the day before.

And I'm guessing that that was the DNA results.

Yeah. And those results confirmed exactly what

your mum told you before she died.

And you took them to Archie,

and you were hoping for a beautiful homecoming.

But he did not react well at all, did he?

Once a bully, always a bully.

- This means nothing! - Archie, it's right there.

You are fucking delusional!

He...

He was cruel.

Yeah. You were angry at how he reacted.

And you realised what everyone else had.

That Archie wasn't a hero.

He was a nightmare.

So I didn't get a hug. Boo-hoo.

I didn't kill the guy for that. - No, it wasn't just that.

Pearls.

This will start with the pearls.

You know, I always wondered why he hired us.

I mean, come on.

Like, he could afford to go for an elite service,

but it's because this wasn't-- This wasn't a real robbery.

He was using the pearls to frame you, to get rid of you.

So he planted them on you.

And I am guessing that you-- you found them...

...that morning

and hid them before we got there.

Do you know what? I think-- I think I know where.

The sticky hands.

You had sticky hands the day we met.

Soap.

The cheap hand soap he bought you guys as a present.

Right. So now you're pissed. And now you really want revenge.

You pretended to microwave some oats

so you could actually sabotage Archie's EpiPens.

Extreme heat does the trick.

It denatures them.

Then you used Gilda's usual drink order

as an opportunity to go and buy peanut butter.

Right? Any corner shop. So you snuck in.

You planted the peanut oil on Gilda's lipstick,

spilling a little bit in the process,

giving yourself hives because you share your dad's allergy.

You're the one that Gilda was talking about

when she said that there were other people

in the cast with allergies.

So then you had to hide the hives.

Hence the wristband you're suddenly wearing in rehearsals.

Even though you were able to carry the set out of the theatre

the very next day.

That's because the wristband wasn't for an injury.

It was to cover the rash.

And then it was showtime.

And all you had to do was wait for the kiss.

Get his EpiPen!

You bitch! You made me kill him.

What did I ever do to you? - Oh! Fuck's sake, Gilda.

Maybe this isn't actually about you for once.

Night of the murder,

you were the one that broke in through the window

and stole the DNA results from Archie's dressing room,

because they were the only thing left that pointed to you.

But then there was Omar, who knew something he shouldn't.

Yeah. And your alibi didn't check out.

You weren't in a single production of "Sweeney Todd"

in the entire country.

I made a lot of calls.

Omar messages me.

You overheard Archie and I arguing.

You're fucking delusional!

Always hanging around, desperate for gossip.

He wanted to tell the world what Archie was really like.

And anything he said would make you a very,

very obvious suspect.

So I had to do what I had to do.

And you came running after me like some budget Lara Croft.

And pushing me down the stairs was what?

Covering my bases.

You know, you shouldn't have got me down

when I was working on the lighting rig.

Those things can be really dangerous.

Heads! - Aah!

- No! - Oh, my God!

I don't think so!

Get off, get off, get off!

Mary Ventnor,

you're being arrested on suspicion of the murder

of Archie St. Vincent and Omar Bevington.

I can't believe it.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh.

Well, you were amazing in there.

You were amazing in there.

Oh, my God. Tommy, the bit with the pearls.

Oh.

Do you think we're, like, actually really good at this?

Yeah.

About earlier... so sorry for storming off.

It's fine.

We're fine.

Are we?

Oh, my God. Tuppence.

You were-- You were sensational.

I-I mean, pure main-character energy.

I mean, just as it should be.

You helped.

Yeah, well...

She's right. It was a great tackle.

Cheers, mate. - Well, what do you say?

Drinks to celebrate? They're on me.

Uh...

I think, um...

I think I'm gonna head home.

Okay.

What about you, Tuppence?

Where is home?

And so, my lovelies,

I give you another cliffhanger of sorts.

Not quite life or death,

but perhaps just as important.

Love, after all, is something people kill for.

And love, like a play...

...is all about fantasy.

The future we want to see...

...rather than the past we wish to forget.

But perhaps it's time we strayed from our leads

and instead focused on the real star of the show.

Me.

After all, there's a murder afoot.

Turns out nowhere is safe...

...and no one either.

It might be time for my final bow.