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♪ With these alligator shoes and a pink sport coat ♪

♪ Tonight I'll move like a billy goat ♪

♪ But I'm ready ♪

- ♪ Yeah, baby, I'm ready ♪ - That's a camera.

Don't touch it.

That's a light. Don't touch it.

If you go down behind the monitor...

Dancing's all in the hips. It's like Elvis.

As if I'm gonna take advice from you.

I'm trying to be helpful.

♪ We're gonna bop tonight ♪

- Let me just fix this. - That's enough.

Hey.

Typical. Big-noter.

Hi.

If we lose sponsors

because of an inappropriately dressed floozy,

you can explain your sins to the board.

Are you kidding, Edwina?

Gidget's a definite plus for our sponsors.

Who's that Continental-looking man?

Carlo Liotti, talent management.

And I suspect he has his eye on Gidget.

Talent management. Is that what he calls it?

Okay. You don't want to take my advice.

How about you give my money back?

- Hey. Bugger off. - No.

You either give me my money or my car back.

No way. I like it too much.

- Hey, you two. Cool it. - Let go of me.

What on earth's going on here?

Okay! Standing by. First positions, everybody.

First positions.

Ladies and gentlemen, we need to get rolling!

Quiet on the floor, please.

Going in.

Ten. Nine. Eight.

Seven. Six. Roll the opener!

Broadcasting live from the studios of CVE 8 Melbourne,

with your host, Billy Carson!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

and welcome to "The Beat Show"!

To open the show tonight with his song "Hanging Five,"

zooming up the charts, Duane Gordon!

♪ Well, it's early in the morning ♪

♪ And it's time to make a start ♪

♪ And I put my polished surfboard ♪

♪ On the rack up on my car ♪

♪ I head down to the surf side ♪

♪ Where the waves are breakin' fine ♪

♪ I'm gonna catch a mountain, but I won't go down the mine ♪

♪ You got to walk the plank ♪

♪ Ride the hook ♪

♪ Corner left and right and keep it nice and tight ♪

♪ And now the time is growing near ♪

♪ You're moving down the wall ♪

♪ Now steady as she goes ♪

♪ You've got your toes up on the nose ♪

♪ And now you're hangin' five ♪

♪ Hangin' five ♪

- ♪ Hangin' five toes ♪ - Whoop!

♪ Upon the Malibu ♪

♪ And now you've hit the beach and you're feelin' mighty fine ♪

♪ You turn your board around for the second time ♪

♪ You make it out the back ♪

♪ The swells are comin' fast ♪

♪ The first ones are too small... ♪

They're dead!

Eric!

We apologize for this break in transmission

and will restore normal services as soon as possible.

L-Look, I cannot tell you.

Gentlemen, can you move over, please?

Let the ambulance in. Look, you cannot...

You must stay here. Thank you very much.

Nobody moves past this line.

Nobody is allowed in the studio at all.

There will be a statement tomorrow by the studio.

Until such time, you must stay exactly here and do not...

Hey.

Oh, thank God you're okay.

Anyone would think you still care about me.

Hey. Hey.

God, this is awful. Duane Gordon and that poor girl.

I did the wiring.

Oh, Eric.

It's all by the book.

Well, two people are dead. Something's gone horribly wrong.

Quick. Show me before the cavalry arrives.

Is the power off at the mains?

Yeah. Yeah. I switched it off before.

Did you do something to this cord?

I just plugged it into the board.

Looks like it's been tampered with.

You're sure that you checked it was safe to use?

Yeah. Of course I did.

These marks... Did you notice these when you set the rig up?

Not that I remember. Why?

Oh.

Quick. Behind here.

We have to get rid of that hideous death machine.

Until we gather our evidence, Mrs. Maddox,

I'm afraid it'll have to stay exactly where it is.

Two young people are dead,

and all because of superficial, tasteless entertainment.

This show means everything to young people, Edwina.

They adored Duane.

Have you seen what's happening out there?

Rupert knew he was good for business.

Constable Connor, could you please direct Mrs. Maddox

to where she'll be interviewed?

I'm perfectly comfortable where I am.

It is very important that interviews be done separately.

I'd like to start with Mr. Carson,

so if you could please wait with Constable Connor.

Police.

You're all the same.

Oh, my God.

So, Mrs. Maddox... She's clearly not a fan of the show.

Edwina hates TV, music, and anyone under 18.

But she owns the station.

Inherited from her husband, Rupert Maddox.

Thankfully, the board of directors think differently.

So, Duane was popular?

Course. He was our biggest star.

He's made this place a lot of money.

The electrician that turned on this machine...

Uh, c-could you tell me his name?

Eric Wild.

Wild by name, wild by nature.

Duane clearly didn't want the thing started,

so I wouldn't have taken the risk and turned it on.

They were arguing, and I guess Wild just wanted the last word.

- Mm. - Poor Gidget.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He's stitching me up!

- Eric! - That is not what happened.

You're lying.

You told me to flick the switch. You gave me the nod.

Eric Wild. The boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

This goose is lying through his teeth.

- T-Tell him the truth! - Calm down.

If you two could just wait to the side,

I'll be with you once I finish with Mr. Carson.

That's the cop you were with when I first arrived into town.

You seem to know him pretty well.

Well, in this line of work, cops are an occupational hazard.

Mr. Wild.

I'll just wait over here.

Thanks.

You might as well stand closer if you're going to eavesdrop.

Who, me?

Save your boyfriend repeating himself.

It's my understanding, Mr. Wild, that you built the surf machine.

I did.

It w-wasn't my idea. That was Carson's.

Uh, Billy Carson.

But, um, you tested it.

Yeah, when I arrived first thing this morning.

How come you didn't notice the cord had been tampered with?

Because it wasn't when I last saw it.

Someone's tampered with it, and it wasn't me.

What were you arguing with Duane about?

Uh, dancing.

I was just trying to give him some moves.

- Dancing. - He's very good.

You're gonna have to do much better than that.

According to witness statements, he told you to bugger off.

- He also cheated me. - How?

I sold him something.

What exactly?

My car.

- What? - The details would help.

He paid me with a check, and it bounced.

I went to have it out with him,

- and he just laughed in my face. - Right.

That's when I really wanted to punch his lights out.

- I think he's said enough. - If you have something to add,

you can line up with Constable Connor.

I think you should talk to Billy Carson about why he lied.

He did tell Eric to turn on the machine.

That's suspicious, isn't it?

And... And what about Mrs. Maddox?

She doesn't like the police. Why?

I'm gonna have to question you again

once I've examined the crime scene, so...

what's your address?

Uh, 85 Tivoli Road, South Yarra.

That's your address, Miss Fisher.

It's a temporary arrangement.

Well, don't even think of leaving town.

Excuse me. Your name please.

Freddy Miles.

I told the truth.

And gave a damn good motive for murdering somebody.

I wanted to flatten the guy, but I didn't want to kill him.

You sold the station wagon?

Duane offered me really good money,

none of which he actually had.

Okay.

You can't stay at my house, Eric.

You're not my boyfriend anymore.

We talked about this when you first moved to town.

Just for one week.

A week?

- No! - Please.

I-I've been staying in the change room here.

Three days.

Yes. Thank you.

Thanks.

I need to go for a smoke.

What are we going to do?

The press are going to be everywhere,

and you have to deal with that.

- We have to make sure... - Mr. Carson?

I wanted to ask you some questions

about what you just said to the police.

And you are?

Well, I'm a private detective.

You need to leave.

Doesn't it worry you that one of your employees

might have been responsible for the deaths of two people?

Leave, Miss whoever you are,

before I get security to throw you out.

Okay. I'm going.

For now.

I'm never going to be able to get that out of my head.

How long did you know Gidget for, Mr. Liotti?

Two, maybe three weeks.

But as soon as I see her, I know she's special.

I wanted her.

To manage her? Is that what you're saying?

I had big plans for Gidget.

I tell her, "You don't need Duane.

You only need me."

"Tell him to get lost," I tell her.

Sounds like you didn't like Duane.

What time did you arrive for the performance?

You think I kill him?

The investigation is in its early days.

People, they angry about this, hmm?

Beautiful young woman dead.

Yes. And, of course, a young man.

You better catch the person who killed Gidget

before something bad happens to them.

I hope that's not a threat.

I'll be in touch, Mr. Liotti.

Don't jump to any conclusions about Eric.

You mean apart from the fact that he flicked the switch

on the electricity that killed two people?

But that's not a motive.

Being owed a lot of money is.

Short fuse doesn't help.

How do you know that Gidget wasn't the target?

"In rehearsals, Gidget was meant to be up the back,

dancing in the waves.

We had a boom mike in that area for sound.

But when we went live,

she couldn't resist jumping into the limelight.

Look what that got her." Sound engineer Freddy Miles.

- So that crime was premeditated. - Okay.

So Gidget's not the target

if she jumped onto the surfboard at the last minute.

What about that spiffy-looking foreign bloke

- you were speaking to? - No, this isn't right.

Look, Mr. Liotti, for the record, is Italian.

Well, Mr. Liotti seemed to have a special soft spot for Gidget.

Maybe he was jealous of Duane.

Love makes people do crazy things.

And you know those hot-headed types.

Like your boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

What do you see in that guy, anyway?

Is that an official police question?

No. Strike it from the record.

But I will be looking into Mr. Wild's past.

Fine.

Bills. Bills.

More bills!

What are you doing?

I'm sunbathing naked in Tahiti. What do you think?

We put aside money for the plumbing.

Which I donated to the Aboriginal Midwives Association.

Ah.

An overdue electricity notice?

Oh, that money went to, uh, Single Mothers.

Gas.

War Widows.

We're running out of money, Birdie,

and we need to repair the roof.

Well, how much will that cost?

Seven hundred and sixty-eight pounds,

four shillings, and threepence.

I'll keep that in mind.

Put him down.

Just come 'round here, please.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

At least give him his dignity.

- Sorry ma'am. - Oh, and his robe.

It was his favorite.

When did Duane ever fuss over anyone?

Have some more respect, Freddy.

Okay, folks. Move it along.

Show's over. Come on.

So insensitive.

Of course he is. He hated Duane.

That means you lot too. Go on. Move out.

Thank you.

Am I off the hook?

Let's go.

Uh, there's something I need to tell you.

Eric?

My station wagon?

It was hot.

It wasn't my fault, but I don't think the cops know.

Yet.

Oh, my God.

You've been in this job for one week.

How can... Get in the car.

Thanks to your little invention,

I managed to take these photographs.

Ah. I'll develop them later tonight.

What's this? Chewing gum with wires?

It's a very important listening device, if you don't mind.

It's a work in progress.

Coming.

Coming!

Don't touch it.

Oh.

What's this on your wrist, Peregrine?

Oh. It looks like, um...

Fine crystals.

Like after a day at the beach.

I did put my arm in that pool.

Oh, stop! It could be poisonous.

Oh, I don't think so. It tastes like salt.

Just a moment. I'll let Birdie know you're here.

You don't need to announce me. I can announce myself.

Bossy Birnside! Where are you?

What's she doing here?

Aha. Edwina Maddox.

Thought I recognized those dulcet tones.

To what do we owe this pleasure?

I thought you'd already know.

You always have your schnoz in other people's troubles.

Oh, that's rich coming from someone

who reported me to the school principal.

Joining the Communist Party of Australia was not appropriate

for a student of a Church of England girls' grammar school.

Oh, seriously, you cannot still be terrified about my politics.

They've got me this far. I can tell you that.

Oh, really? Where's that? Defiantly single?

No husband, no children, no family left,

apart from a little brother you have brainwashed

into believing you're the bee's knees.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot to have four daughters, like you.

Although they're scattered all over the world, aren't they?

And yet I seem to have quite a few women still in my life.

Oh, yes, in your quaint little club.

Which hasn't been redecorated since 1929.

This could go on forever.

- Mm. - What are you doing here?

I've heard rumors that you have a new detective,

a Phryne stand-in.

Oh, she's much more than a stand-in.

Edwina Maddox, meet Peregrine Fisher.

She's family.

Ah. I thought it must be you.

It wasn't hard.

You're just like your aunt... a bull in a china shop.

You mean she goes where angels fear to tread.

It's no surprise I'm not a fan of the police, Bernadette.

They gave my dear Rupert a terrible time.

Well, that's only because he was so outspoken.

He was so courageous.

I hate to admit it, Winnie,

but you chose well in the marital stakes...

if one must choose.

It's almost a year, and I still miss him desperately.

Then why on earth aren't you carrying on his causes?

You don't lack the resources.

Because I don't want to become a target

to the police and the press.

I don't want them trawling through my life,

making up lies and trying to discredit me

the way they did Rupert.

Well, two young people have lost their lives

in your television station,

so you are a target, whether you like it or not.

Which is why I need to solve this tragedy

as quickly as possible.

If you can promise me that you can beat the police

to solving this crime, I'm happy to pay your price.

Samuel, do you want to tell Edwina

exactly what that price is?

Seven hundred and sixty-eight pounds,

four shillings, and threepence.

That's highway robbery.

- Please keep me informed. - Of course.

To be honest, I never warmed to Duane Gordon,

and I find this whole celebrity palaver completely uncivilized.

Well, it's your company.

Why didn't you just end his contract?

According to Billy Carson, he made us a fortune.

God knows how the station will manage now.

So you've no idea how your company stands?

No.

Rupert never involved me in the business side of things.

Perhaps he thought I was too stupid.

Oh, I doubt that, Winnie.

Rupert was a smart man.

He knew what he was marrying.

Maybe he just needed to be married.

Mm.

Bye.

Au revoir.

She's hiding something.

I think Billy Carson might be hiding something, too.

What were you doing at the television station, anyway?

I was just helping an old friend.

Who?

My ex-boyfriend Eric is under suspicion.

For the murder?

And what's your opinion?

Well, he didn't do it.

- Good. - Mm.

So it's win-win... You get to help your old flame,

and whining Winnie pays for our new roof.

I'm sure I can do that, Mr. Liotti.

I appreciate very much.

Arrivederci.

Uh... pleasure.

Carlo Liotti has made a complaint

about you harassing him at the TV station.

I've done nothing of the sort, sir.

There will be no questioning, no interrupting,

n-not even smiling in his direction.

Do you understand what I'm saying, son?

- Yeah, I do, but I... - N-No buts.

Out.

Sir.

I found this at the crime scene. I thought it might be Italian.

Yes, you're right.

"You betrayed me, and you'll be sorry."

That sounds like a threat, doesn't it?

Why is it written in Italian?

Well, at a wild guess, I'd say it's got something to do

with that Italian bloke I saw lurking around.

He says that he's a talent manager,

but maybe he was more than that to Gidget.

And then she betrayed him with Duane,

and then jealousy drove him to kill them both.

Unfortunately, Italians are quite partial to a vendetta.

- Mm. - Oh, Peregrine.

Uh, for the pool water.

If it is saltwater, we need to know.

I'm on it.

- Oh. - Oh.

Another flower delivery from your, uh, your secret admirer.

Still they come.

Well, you could turn it into a science experiment.

The, uh, the floriculture of dried flowers.

I'd prefer not to be receiving them,

but I just can't bring myself to throw out nature's gifts.

I have a good, uh, Chinese potpourri recipe you could use.

From Daphne?

Yeah. She wouldn't mind.

She refused to waste anything of beauty.

Your wife sounded lovely.

She was.

Samuel?

Thank you.

For not being nosy about my gifts.

Of course.

I should, uh...

Mrs. Maddox has already told me

that you're the, uh, private investigator.

So you're like a cop?

Unofficial cop, with a greater range of skills.

- Mm. - A bit like yourself.

Well, you stop bad things from happening,

and I find out who did the bad things.

Maybe we could be a team. Hmm?

Yeah.

Well, there have been a few strange, uh, goings-on of late.

Such as?

Well, someone broke into the studio a couple of weeks ago

and left a terrible mess.

Did they steal anything?

No. Nothing. That's the weird thing.

But they did burn cigarette holes

into some of Duane's outfits.

And Duane pointed the finger at Freddy Miles.

- The sound recordist? - Yeah.

Do you think that he did it?

No.

He just wasn't one of Duane's favorites.

But then neither was I.

- Interesting. - Mm.

Thank you.

Ah. No problem, Sherlock.

Oh, uh, Miss Thomas, the costume and makeup girl,

she was the one who told me all about Duane's clothes.

Oh.

They were Duane's absolute favorite costumes.

Everyone knew that.

It's so malicious, burning cigarette holes in his clothes.

It's awful.

Just awful.

I'm so sorry. I've upset you.

I... I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this.

I know. We're all jangled.

They were the heart of this place.

Well, it's understandable.

You must have worked so closely with both Duane and Gidget.

Duane liked my work so much, he was gonna make me

his exclusive hair and makeup artist, wherever he went.

His dream was to go to the U.K.

So Duane would have left "The Beat Show"?

Duane was ambitious,

and this little show wasn't big enough for him.

Excuse me.

I've got to get back to work before I get the sack.

From Billy Carson?

Oh, yes. He's always pushing people.

Did Billy push anybody in particular?

Did he push Duane?

- Are you kidding me? - He pushed everyone.

He's always giving Freddy Miles, our sound recordist,

a hard time.

And was there a reason for that?

Freddy's not always on the ball, it's true.

But sometimes I think Mr. Carson just enjoys

watching people suffer.

♪ If you want to be happy, come along with me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I want to hold you close beneath the bamboo tree ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

I'm dying for one of those.

Oh. Yeah. Of course.

Oh, thank you.

Mm. Oh.

Haven't seen you around the studio before.

Oh, I'm not very memorable.

Mm.

Unlike Duane Gordon.

Look at those fans.

He sure is gonna be missed.

No. Not by everyone.

Oh, that's right. Of course.

Famous people always have public lives and private lives.

Oh, yeah. Y-Yeah. You can say that again.

He was a spoiled brat.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Apparently Billy Carson was paying him an absolute fortune.

And let him have whatever he wanted.

Didn't mean Duane was gonna stick around, though, did it?

I heard about him going to the U.K.

Worst-kept secret.

That'd teach him for talking to Gidget.

- Hmm? - Hmm?

D-Duane... wanted to take Gidget with him,

but she blabbed to Billy, and Billy hit the roof.

Really? Do you remember exactly what he said?

Anyway, I've got to set up some levels.

Nice talking to you.

You too.

Bye.

♪ Get up in the morning at the crack of dawn ♪

♪ And get my mama out of bed ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Papa's got to work ♪

♪ And why ain't Mama cookin'? ♪

♪ Mama's gone to sleep again ♪

Sorry I kept you waiting.

Come inside.

Um, not if one of my murder suspects is in there.

What did you call me here for? I've got a job to get back to.

Well, so do I.

Edwina Maddox just hired me as her private investigator.

You don't think that's a conflict of interest

- because of you-know-who? - No, I don't.

There's plenty of people who could have murdered Duane.

Billy Carson said the security guard, Blackman, loathed him.

And Blackman himself admitted to me

that he wasn't one of Duane's favorite people.

Neither was Freddy Miles.

And then there's the Italian stallion.

- Carlo Liotti? - Him.

Maybe Gidget and Duane had a fling and Carlo got rid of him.

And then there's Billy Carson himself.

But Duane was making him a fortune.

Yes, but Billy found out Duane was gonna do him a dirty

and move to the U.K.

And Julie Thomas also told me

that Billy Carson liked to see people suffer.

Maybe it was a sadistic thing.

Finished?

Don't you think any of that is important?

Don't you think any of that counts?

I'm looking into Billy Carson.

I get the impression

that his emotions often get the better of him.

Just like somebody else that I know.

Well, I'm glad that you're looking into Billy Carson.

I will as well.

- Good. - Good.

P.I. Fisher.

This looks like an approximation of seawater...

approximately 35 grams of salt to 1,000 grams total mass.

Which means?

It means this water is about a million times more conductive

than tap water.

But the voltage would have been quite low.

Uh, well, it's actually got more to do with, uh, amperage

and... and, uh, how it relates to total surface area.

It's very, um...

Well, let's... let's not get into all that, shall we?

The point is, the combination of electricity, salt,

and the volume of water make it lethal.

Salt. Everybody uses salt.

How am I gonna track that back to the murderer?

Hm.

Ah! Well, that's, uh, that's why I came up.

Uh, the photos you took.

I've developed them. They might help.

This electrical cord has definitely been cut

by something sharp.

It hasn't just perished.

And... And what of these marks?

Oh. I noticed these weird green smudges when I was by the pool.

But they might not be anything.

The studio floor is covered in scuff marks. See?

It's a song. It's a song.

The note from the crime scene.

♪ Tanto tempo ♪

♪ Ma ♪

♪ Mi hai tradito ♪

♪ E te ne pentirai ♪

♪ Mi hai tradito ♪

♪ E te ne pentirai ♪

Y-You sing so well.

Oh. Oh, thank you.

The note. It's a song.

"Mi hai tradito e te ne pentirai"...

"You betrayed me and you'll be sorry."

The most famous Italian pop song in the last five years.

In Italy.

It could still have been meant as a sort of, um, veiled threat.

Well, that discounts Eric.

He wouldn't know an Italian pop song

if it slapped him in the face.

So, who is your front-runner?

Oh, Gidget's Italian admirer if that note's anything to go by.

Mm.

But Duane wasn't universally loved

by everybody at the studio.

Julie Thomas, makeup artist,

was pretty keen to ride on his coattails.

But Freddy Miles, the sound recordist,

and, uh, Alex Blackman, security,

both thought that Duane was the devil in disguise.

And is there any Italian links there?

Uh, I don't know yet.

But what do you know about Billy Carson?

Well, Julie Thomas said

that Billy Carson liked to watch people suffer.

Also, apparently he hit the roof

when he found out that Duane was going to the U.K.

And who are you inclined to believe?

Well, Eric.

But he has the most obvious motive of them all.

Duane had one over Eric because Eric sold him a stolen car.

Oh, you like a bad boy, Peregrine?

Don't we all?

Well, I have moved on.

But anyway, it doesn't look good for Eric.

He got very angry because Duane's check bounced,

and then Duane wouldn't give him back the car and...

But the question is why was Duane Gordon bouncing checks

if his career was flourishing like you said it was?

Who exactly was this young man?

Hmm.

Damn it.

Come on.

It pays to be nice to the caretaker.

Thank you.

Cheese and rice.

You don't think Duane was just an untidy bachelor, do you?

I'd say not.

Maybe our golden boy wasn't naturally golden.

Hydrogen peroxide.

Well, blonds have more fun.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Birdie!

Birdie!

What progress is there with the investigation?

Oh, these things take time.

Which I haven't got.

The place is swarming with police.

Well, there has been a murder.

Which I am paying you to solve.

We're losing sponsors.

And Billy Carson, my manager, is about to go under.

Why do you say that?

Well, his nerves are shot,

and he's gone into a complete tailspin.

So I need you to tell me if there's anything in these

that might explain why.

- What are these? - Our accounts.

Billy refused to hand them over, so I...

I stole them.

Well, it's not theft if it's your own company,

but I do applaud your attitude.

Now, I don't know what Billy's been up to

and what it's got to do with these murders.

But I'll be damned if I'm going to stand by

and watch Rupert's legacy go up in flames.

So you're going to run towards the fire?

With your help.

About bloody time, Winnie.

Peregrine!

Whoa.

Oh! What the... Aah!

I don't think you're ready to join my team, Blackman.

Uh, no. You can't come in here.

Why not? I'm a witness.

What if Sparrow sees you?

Well, he's not here right now, is he?

You made a nice mess at Duane's.

I didn't do it.

It was like that when I got there,

and the back door was open.

I swear on my mother's grave.

Duane Gordon's head shots.

They'd be worth selling, I'd say.

Is that what you were doing and Duane found out?

Care to explain, Mr. Blackman?

Uh, look, I don't know about you private investigators,

but security guards, we don't get paid that much.

I need to supplement for my family.

So yeah. Okay. I... I'd nick a couple occasionally.

And then Duane died, and I knew he had a stash of them.

Stealing from dead people. That's pretty low.

Yeah, but I'm not low enough to kill anyone.

I'm gonna let you go.

I still might press theft charges once we're done here.

Get out of here.

That's it? You're just letting him go?

You think he's our killer?

You think he'd murder Duane

just so he could flog a bunch of photographs?

Duane threatened to have him sacked.

He probably threatened your boyfriend with the same

because of their business transactions.

I don't want to talk about Eric.

Good, 'cause neither do I.

There was no evidence of forced entry at the front or back.

Someone let themselves in with a key.

Smashing Duane's photographs,

cigarette burns to Duane's clothes...

That feels like a personal grudge to me.

Duane knew whoever made that mess.

And I would hazard a guess

that was the same person that murdered him.

So Duane knew his killer.

Very well.

Duck.

Sir.

What do you think Duane was doing hanging out here?

Do you need to ask? Look at this place.

Good music. Beautiful people.

Oh, those Italians, they really know how to relax.

- They certainly do. - Mm.

Oh, we should have brought Violetta with us.

I got the impression that sometimes our lovely Violetta

prefers to forget her Continental heritage.

Now, if I knew the signal,

I'd be able to get us some illegal after-hours liquor.

Birdie.

Oh, some rules are ridiculous.

And don't be fooled by those cute little lemonade glasses

and straws.

I'm gonna get us a drink.

Ah. Buona sera, boys.

Oh, hello.

Oh. Here we go.

I know you.

From the TV studio.

What is your name?

That depends who's asking.

You're in my establishment.

As your host, I ask the question.

As my guest, you answer.

It is good manners, yes?

My name's Peregrine Fisher.

And what do you do at the studio, Peregrine Fisher?

Uh, a bit of everything while I learn the ropes.

Good answer.

Come.

When your baby says that she's grown tired of you

♪ And you start to leave ♪

♪ But just before you do ♪

♪ She begins to choke all up and starts to bawl ♪

Oh, that's my friend. She's having a wonderful time.

♪ Well, that's the best kind of, the very best kind... ♪

Birdie.

♪ ...of all ♪

Help.

♪ Then she'll ask forgiveness for the things... ♪

I'm not a stupid man.

I seen you with those ciuco who built the surf machine.

When you see him, you tell him to come and speak to me.

We need to have a little talk.

Mm.

♪ Baby doll ♪

We need to leave right now.

Oh, things are just starting to get a little bit interesting.

For you, maybe.

Come on. Quickly.

Mm.

Ciao.

That sounds like a threat to me.

Well, make no mistake, it was a threat.

Well, at the very least I hope his crooning wasn't too awful.

As two become one.

Well, let's hope that their genus is similar

so they don't perish.

You don't believe in opposites attract?

It hasn't worked for me in the past.

We've both been unlucky in love.

Is Peregrine in yet?

Um, must be having a late start.

Not surprising

after her unfortunate run-in with that man last night.

Carlo Liotti.

And he's the manager of...

of that girl that got electrocuted.

Peregrine met Carlo Liotti?

Mm. At the Gattino Nero, last night.

Then he's probably doing much more

than being a showgirl's manager.

He's one of those men.

One of what men?

The 'Ndrangheta. The Mafia.

The Honored Society... Call it what you will.

I had my suspicions.

I can't say I've heard of any of them.

From Calabria, in Italy.

They make their money from fear and extortion,

and they will stop at nothing if they are crossed.

Charming.

And where does this Carlo fellow fit in?

The Liotti clan has been a powerful family for many years.

Very powerful.

Excuse me. I've forgotten something inside.

Violetta seems to know a lot about that gentleman.

She does indeed.

Good morning.

Uh, didn't have enough time with this one.

Well, given that it was stolen,

that might not be such a bad thing.

I-I told you it wasn't my fault.

I didn't know it was stolen until after I'd bought it.

I paid really good money for it.

Eric, your missing car

might be the least of your problems right now.

I-I need to warn you about something.

Last night, I went to this club, and there was th...

Stay away from the windows.

It's you.

There's been a new lead in the investigation.

We got a forensic report back on the pool water.

G'day.

Mr. Wild, what could you tell me about this?

It's a bag of salt.

It was found in your toolbox at the studio.

Who hates you, Mr. Wild?

Apart from you?

Oh, hopefully not enough to set you up for murder.

My guess is the murderer chose you as their fall guy

from day one.

Duane had more reason to kill me than vice versa.

Get rid of me and he gets rid of his debt.

Yeah. I agree.

And it takes a desperate man to run up a debt

with a studio electrician.

I'm also a very good mechanic who can dance.

- And sells stolen goods. - He didn't know it was stolen.

Yeah, so don't point the finger.

- He's just doing his job. - Whose side are you on?

No one's.

Anyway, Edwina Maddox said Duane was being paid

a hell of a lot more than he was worth.

So why would someone making that much money

have debts he can't afford?

- Fast cars. - Fast women.

Drinking. Gambling.

Freddy Miles has a connection to that gambling den.

What gambling den?

It's a long story.

If Duane had debts, he wouldn't tell me.

He didn't like looking like a loser.

He was all about keeping up appearances.

So Mr. Gordon didn't owe you any money?

Hmm? Mnh-mnh.

That's a joke. He knew I never won anything.

Bloody owed me more than money, though.

I need you to elaborate.

I could always do you for obstruction, Mr. Miles.

That's your choice.

He introduced me to that gambling place.

And Italian cigarettes?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Them too.

The card games were all a bit of fun at first,

but then... I-I couldn't stop.

That sounds like a recipe for disaster.

So you ran up debts.

Am I on the right track?

How did you pay them?

With no thanks to Duane.

He said he didn't lend money to gamblers.

But he made me one.

He ruined my life.

Excuse me. Freddy?

They need you out there.

Yeah. Are we done here?

For the moment.

There is a lot of anger there.

I still think he's hiding something.

Until we solve the case,

I'm gonna take that as a given with everyone.

Even me?

You especially.

- Where are you going? - Somewhere.

I told you I haven't got it.

You know the arrangement.

Hey! Hey!

You get off...

Next time you won't have a woman to save you.

Don't forget what I said.

What was that all about?

It's nothing.

- Do you need a doctor? - I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Leave me alone.

Oh.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I see.

Oh, I've got a lot to learn from you.

Thank you, Dawn.

What did you find out about that terrible show?

Well, that terrible show wasn't making you much money.

But Billy claimed it was.

Well, the sponsors are paying good money,

but the outgoings are huge.

Five hundred pounds a month

to this entity called Spin City Records.

Do you know anything about them?

Never heard of them.

Well, let's go for a little spin ourselves, then, shall we?

I thought I recognized this address.

What, you know this place?

That club, Gattino Nero... It's currently run by Carlo Liotti.

The talent scout?

Well, whatever he is.

So why would the studio be paying money to Carlo Liotti

and Spin City Records?

I have no idea.

I can't believe how much rubbish Duane left in Eric's car.

Ah. Duane's checkbook.

Oh. I saw that.

Notice how Duane paid £500 every month

to something called Spin City.

- Mm. - Come again?

Um, Spin City.

It sounds like a recording studio?

Maybe, uh, maybe Duane was... was cutting a record.

I've just been there with Edwina.

It's connected to Gattino Nero, Liotti's place.

And Rupert, Edwina's husband,

was also paying money to Spin City.

Well, I doubt he was cutting a record.

Sounds like extortion to me.

That is how the Honored Society makes their money.

So Duane and Rupert had something to hide.

Now the question is what.

Well, something against the law, I suspect.

Duane's rap sheet is getting more and more colorful.

Illegal activities, bouncing checks,

unpaid bills, gambling debts...

I doubt that Rupert had anything to do with something like that.

Well, one way or another,

all roads lead back to Carlo Liotti and Spin City.

He's our common denominator.

Yeah, I think I might be able to help you with that.

Um... it is 85 Tivoli Road, South Yarra.

That might be your best bet.

Yeah.

Uh, not a problem, Mr. Liotti.

Arrivederci.

Any idea why Sparrow would be giving Peregrine's address

to Mr. Liotti?

Adventuresses' Club.

Detective Steed.

No, I haven't been home since this morning.

Uh, well, I left Eric there.

I need you to cover for me.

Well...

Hey! Stronzo.

Eric?

Quick. Get in.

Go! Go! Go!

Come on! Come on!

What's happening?

Get down.

Peregrine.

I think I ran out of petrol.

Must have seen you arrive and then took off.

Yeah.

A friend of Carlo's, perhaps.

Same friend that attacked Billy Carson at the TV station.

Yes. You heard about that?

Carson refuses to lay charges.

Oh.

Isn't this the wagon that you sold to Duane?

Yeah. Well, he never paid me, so legally, it's mine.

Except I-I found out it was nicked.

And this is your official reporting of a stolen vehicle?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Wild, for your honesty.

I'll send someone to pick it up.

Sir.

Steed.

Just a minute of your time.

Counting down.

A friend of Peregrine Fisher has just been shot at.

As a result, she and her friend could have been killed.

What's that got to do with me?

I suspect that Mr. Liotti had something to do with that.

I told you to stay away from him.

And I have, sir.

But I'm talking about attempted murder.

Something needs to be done about him.

Is that it?

Sir?

You're way out of your depth, Steed.

Off you go.

Sir, my duty as a policeman is to protect people.

If some strange day comes when that's

no longer my highest priority, I'd be handing in my badge.

Good to know.

Sir.

I still don't know why we had to cough up about the car.

Shh.

We very rarely allow men extended access, Mr. Wild,

but since you've been shot at, we've made an exception.

As long as we're not harboring the murder suspect.

Not the prime murder suspect.

Violetta, I thought maybe you could help me figure this out.

What does it say?

The attacker dropped it.

This watch has "Crotone" engraved on it.

Crotone is a port city in Calabria,

where the Liotti clan emigrated from.

Why would Carlo Liotti want to kill this lovely young man?

Because he thinks that Eric murdered Gidget Mitchell.

Oh, great.

I'm finally in the clear with your cop mate

and now some criminal wants to blow my head off?

It's okay. You'll be safe here.

Is there anything else you can tell us about the Liotti clan

that might be helpful, Violetta?

I suppose I should tell you.

Carlo and I... we were engaged.

I knew him when he was a young man,

when he swore he would never get mixed up in the family business,

which was, of course, crime.

Carlo's family began feuding with another family,

and Carlo was forced to take sides.

I couldn't have my parents mixed up in that dangerous life,

so I ended the engagement.

And I suppose Carlo wasn't too pleased about that.

I had to cut myself off, start afresh.

And I-I thought he would forget about me.

Maybe somehow this is all because of me.

Well, if I hadn't have come here and...

Violetta, it's not your fault

that Carlo Liotti is involved with that television station.

And I am very glad that you made your way to us.

So am I.

Now, let's get back to it.

Here's something.

Duane sang piano/accordion duets with his twin from the age of 5.

Twin?

What do you know about a twin?

Nothing. That's the first I've heard of it.

Maybe a visit to births, deaths, and marriages.

Absolutely.

What if someone on the show knows more about his family?

He's pretty friendly with that makeup woman.

Oh, I suspect that she's told me

everything she's going to tell a detective.

Well, maybe we need someone who's not a detective

to talk to her.

According to the Melbourne Gazette,

"The Beat Show" is holding open auditions tonight

to find new talent.

Maybe that could be a way in.

I could go in.

Well, I can sing. You've heard me...

admittedly not rock 'n' roll,

but I could expand my repertoire.

What if Carlo Liotti is there?

He's a very dangerous man, Violetta.

You said so yourself.

It's time I showed him I'm not running anymore.

Oh, be very careful, then.

I'll be her chaperone.

And I am finally happy

with this new listening device that I've been working on.

Oh, great, Samuel.

Oh!

I'm sorry, miss.

I can't tell you who Duane Gordon's twin is.

Well, why not?

According to our records, Duane Gordon doesn't exist.

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do ♪

- They're good, aren't they? - They're okay.

Maybe "Duane Gordon" was a stage name.

Somebody here must have some clue about who he really was.

I'll see what I can find out.

- Good luck. - Yeah.

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

Hello.

- Mr. Miles. - ♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

- A bit busy. - Just a quick question.

You'll need to hurry.

At Gattino Nero,

did you ever hear about anything connected to extortion?

No. I... No. Don't know anything.

Could I get The Badges? Could we have The Badges?

If you know something and you're not telling me or the police,

you know you could be charged with withholding evidence.

Mm. Yeah.

Yeah, I know something bad went down at that place.

Did it have something to do with Duane?

- I reckon so. - And what makes you say that?

He'd go crazy if anyone mentioned it.

What exactly was it?

I don't know, but I heard it ruined his birthday,

and I know the cops were involved.

- And roll playback. - You didn't hear that from me.

♪ This is the story of my first date ♪

♪ My dad said he'd drive me so I wouldn't be late ♪

♪ I was so nervous that I didn't know ♪

♪ Oh, my gosh, I forgot my dough ♪

♪ I need some dough so I can go ♪

- Freddy, stop. - What?

♪ I need some dough for the drive-in show ♪

♪ I need some dough so I can go ♪

♪ I need some dough for the drive-in show ♪

- It's nothing. Shut the door. - I'm worried about you.

You can't be drinking on the job.

What is your problem? What is going on?

It's the tape.

What tape?

The sound recording before the show.

I taped everything that was going on.

Everything? Why?

Because that's what I always do to check my levels

and make sure everything's running okay.

- For God's sakes, throw it away. - They'll find out.

They've got eyes and ears everywhere.

Freddy, you didn't hurt Duane or Gidget, did you?

What... No.

No, of course not.

But there's some things I said on the tape

which will make it sound like I did.

I was always having a go at Duane.

Okay. Well, just get rid of it.

Help me. They won't look at you.

- Where is it? - In my pocket.

- Give it here. - Go.

Ah.

That's very...

structurally sound.

I'm going to, uh, take that one with me.

Freddy didn't say.

He just said the police were involved.

That could be some kind of a raid.

Wouldn't have been the first one on Gattino Nero.

Freddy and the makeup girl were talking about a sound recording

from the night of the murder.

Do you know where that is?

I have to go.

Thank you. Thank you.

Next up... Violetta Fellini.

- What are you singing? - "Tintarella di Luna."

In English?

In English, it's called "The Tanning of the Moon."

Christ, spare me.

I hope it's good, for your sake.

Now, remember, you're helping with our decision...

put 'em on the show or not.

So clap your heart out if you like.

Violetta Fellini singing "Moon Tan"!

In English.

No foreign languages on this show.

T-The whole song?

Yeah.

And roll playback.

I-I...

All the patches have been tanned.

Redskins are a little bit purple.

The girls are those who take the s-sun.

But there is this one girl...

♪ Who takes the moon ♪

Tanning of the m-moon tan.

♪ M-Moon tan ♪

♪ Milk-colored moon tan ♪

The... The rooftops...

♪ On the rooftops like a... pussycat ♪

♪ And the... moon is full ♪

♪ Coming... ♪

Thanks, Miss Fellini.

Now to the verdict from the audience.

What do you think of that?

Come on.

Uh...

When you see Bill, you tell him he needs to come see me, okay?

Grazie.

Oh, it's you. How'd you go?

Are you all right? You look rattled.

And you look like a thief.

Bingo.

Come on.

Not so fast, ladies.

Miss Fellini, you must have friends in high places.

You made it through the audition process,

so you're on the show... 2:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Julie will look after your hair and makeup.

Don't be late.

Give the foreign chick a makeover.

Maybe dye her hair blond.

We can't have the mums and dads at home

thinking we've roped in a bunch of migrants.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Friends in high places?

Carlo.

Oh.

Come on.

You look like you could use a coffee.

I've got some new information.

Oh, good morning to you too.

I spent the whole night trawling through police files,

just trying to find something relating to Duane

and Gattino Nero and couldn't find a thing.

Well, Sparrow strikes again.

So I went to the library.

The library? You're a real action man.

To look up some old newspapers.

I found a small article in the Fitzroy Times

about some goings-on at an Italian club.

Gattino Nero.

People arrested, but there's no names, there's no pictures.

But it's rumored to involve

high-profile television identities.

Was there a date on the article?

Freddy mentioned that something happened on Duane's birthday.

Date of the article was the 20th of January last year.

But I'm gonna go to his flat for another search.

Well, I'm coming with you.

Sorry.

Well, it certainly seems personal.

Mm. But why?

And what were they looking for?

Per.

An Italian passport and traveler's checks.

Carlo's?

No. I-In the name of Gino Giordano.

This passport's a few years old, but that face is very familiar.

Oh, it's him.

Billy Carson didn't like ethnic people in his show.

The peroxide.

- Yes. - And the traveler's checks.

Julie said that Duane was going to the U.K.

There's no record of Duane ever existing

because Duane Gordon was actually Gino Giordano.

Where are you from?

My parents are from Catanzaro, in Calabria.

Well, let's make the most of these exotic looks.

No. Mr. Carson wants me to look less exotic.

He's just old-fashioned.

Maybe, but he is very nice.

He could have banned me.

I butchered the song I was singing.

That's because you sang it in English.

It's an Italian song, isn't it?

Maybe try it the way it's meant to be.

You really think that's a good idea?

It's a mistake to turn your back on your culture.

Don't worry.

An Italian song with an Italian look?

You'll knock everyone's socks off.

Can I ask you a question about Duane?

You're not another fan?

No.

You ask a lot of questions.

And right now, I don't want to think about Duane.

Sit back and relax.

I'm gonna make you look like Sophia Loren.

Birdie?

Birdie!

Your, uh, your visitor.

Haven't you got someone to do that messy work for you?

I'm the only person

who has ever worked on this magnificent piece of machinery.

And...

...it gives me great pleasure knowing that.

So what's this about some raid on Gattino Nero?

Lemonade?

So we have been piecing it all together...

the money from the accounts and, uh, Billy, Duane, and Rupert

all paying money to Spin City.

So what are you trying to say?

Well, when Gattino Nero was raided,

three men were arrested, not just Duane.

And, um, we think that they were all part

of the same, um, crowd.

What kind of crowd?

I suspect that, um...

...Rupert was having a special relationship with Billy Carson.

You can't believe rumors.

Did you know, Winnie?

When the police raided that awful club,

they were... delighted that Rupert was found with Billy.

He tried to tell me that he, um,

that he had been accused of gambling.

Mm. Well, it wasn't gambling, was it?

And Carlo Liotti protected them, for a price.

Five hundred pounds a month was extortion money...

to hide their secret.

Well... 40 years of marriage.

We raised our daughters, built a beautiful home.

We... had lovely holidays.

All those photographs of us smiling.

It was all built on a lie.

Oh, Winnie.

It's not something that he could change.

And it doesn't mean that he didn't love you.

Thank you.

Right.

What the hell?

What happened to the blond idea?

I tried. It didn't work with her hair.

She looks like Sophia bloody Loren.

Hey. This'll be fun.

You'd better be good.

Oh, she's on. She's on.

Oh.

♪ Abbronzate tutte ♪

Oh, she's nervous.

You've got this.

♪ Abbronzate tutte chiazze ♪

♪ Pelli rosse, un po'paonazze ♪

♪ Son le ragazze che prendono il sol ♪

♪ Ma ce n'a una ♪

♪ A prende ♪

♪ La luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Tutta note stai sul tetto ♪

♪ Sopra il tetto come i gatti ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

- ♪ Tu ♪ - Hmm.

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Che fa bianca la tua pelle ♪

♪ Ti fa bella fra le belle ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu diventi candida ♪

♪ Tin, tin, tin ♪

♪ Raggi di luna ♪

She's delightful!

Oh, she sure is!

♪ Al mondo nessuna ♪

♪ A candida come te ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Tutta note stai sul tetto ♪

♪ Sopra il tetto come i gatti ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ Candida ♪

Bellissima! Bellissima!

Brava.

Brava!

I'm not sure. I'll check.

Is there a Peregrine Fisher here?

Yes. That's me.

Oh.

Hello?

- Peregrine. - Birdie.

News on a couple of fronts.

Rupert and Billy were in a relationship.

Rupert and Billy?

Yes. Yes. It's confirmed by Edwina.

Now, regarding Freddy's tape... He did argue with Duane.

But more intriguing

is something he seemed to have accidentally recorded.

Tu non verrai in Inghilterra con me.

Ma Io sono il tuo specchio, non lei.

Now, according to Edwina and her vast Italian skills...

- Si. - ...the male voice says,

"You're not coming to England with me,"

and then the female voice replies,

"But I am your mirror, not her."

That voice, it sounds like...

"Thomas" means "twin" in ancient Greek.

Gino was a twin.

We thought it was male, but we were wrong.

Oh. The photos at the crime scene.

The marks on the floor near Eric's work equipment.

How did I miss this?

Peregrine?

Peregrine?

Peregrine!

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

That was a first for "The Beat Show."

I couldn't have done it without you.

Or this dress.

Oh. Let me snip you out of it.

Where are my scissors?

Here.

This is from the electrical cord.

I always told Duane that Italian songs could work.

Stanley, I hear you met your girlfriend in a revolving door.

Yes, and I've been going 'round with her ever since.

There she is now!

Help!

- Help me! - Violetta.

Help!

Please! Help!

Help me. Please. Please. Please.

Please. Help. Help me.

Help! Oh, Julie.

I'm sorry, but I have to do this now that you know.

No, no. You... You have a choice.

Y-You... You do have a choice.

- Julie. - Julie!

Let her go!

I know that Gino was your twin brother.

I know why you did it.

You don't.

You don't know.

I did so much for him, and he just threw me to the side.

He didn't even want to look like me anymore.

Gino had to change the way he looked

to hide his culture, to be accepted.

You know that Billy Carson

wouldn't have let him on the show otherwise.

You wanted him to stay Italian, didn't you?

You wanted him to be true to himself.

- "Never change." You said that. - Shut up!

- Shut up... - Please don't hurt my friend.

Hurting her won't change anything.

You've already lost enough.

Please, Julie.

Please.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I never wanted to lose him.

No. Of course you didn't.

You were the brother-sister act since you were kids.

You were always hoping that Gino would ask you

to perform with him instead of Gidget.

But he never asked you, did he?

He was gonna make me his exclusive

hair and makeup artist, wherever he went.

His dream was to go to the U.K.

It was just the two of us.

You know, always me and Gino.

But then he said he was leaving you.

- That's enough. - Hey.

He was going to England alone, without you.

And that's when you snapped.

Your shoes left green marks around the pool

from the broken eye shadow you must have stepped in.

The same marks you left

when you planted the salt that set up Eric.

You wrote the note, didn't you?

And you staged a break-in at the studio.

You burnt cigarette holes in Gino's clothes,

all to divert attention away from yourself.

Well, it worked.

And then you ransacked his house,

hoping to destroy any evidence

that linked you as brother and sister.

But there was nothing there!

He'd completely forgotten about me!

He loved being famous more than he loved me!

Julie, Gino wasn't just doing it for the fame.

He was doing it for the money.

He was being blackmailed, Julie.

No.

By Carlo Liotti.

Him and Billy Carson and Rupert Maddox.

He was protecting himself.

Protecting himself from what?

Gino wasn't in love with Gidget, like everybody thought.

He had a secret.

A secret he shared with Billy... and with Rupert.

No.

No. I knew about them.

- He wasn't like that. - Come on.

I knew my brother. He wasn't like that.

No. He was not like that!

I'm sorry.

What have I done?

Julie.

- What have I done? - Come here.

No!

What have I done?

Your money, Mr. Liotti.

The lost police file on your husband and his friend.

So you agree to stop your henchmen

from ever brutalizing Billy for payment

and to never make contact again.

And if his preferences or my husband's are ever made public,

I will expose your corruption.

It is an honor to do business.

Oh, well done, Winnie.

Violetta.

You sing beautifully.

As you always did.

Thank you.

No more flowers, Carlo.

I understand.

Goodbye, Carlo.

I would have got you to the airport faster.

Yeah, especially in that fancy sports car

that you won't let me drive.

I wish you were coming with me, Per.

No. This is your fork in the road.

You go have some fun, hmm?

I'm so proud of you.

Look after yourself, okay?

You too.

After all that excitement,

I think our stomachs might need settling.

Uh... amaro?

Amaro.

My father's special recipe.

Salute.

Mm.

My father always said,

"Beware the man who gulps his liquor.

He lives dangerously."

Is this true?

Well, in some respects.

Perhaps... not when it counts.

I don't feel so unlucky in love anymore.

Neither do I.

♪ I've got to tell you ♪

♪ I'm feelin' so blue ♪

Should we say goodbye to the past?

I just did.

♪ Lord ♪

♪ Everybody's got a baby ♪

♪ Everybody's got somebody ♪

♪ Everybody's got a baby but me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody's gettin' some lovin' ♪

Peregrine.

Detective Steed.

Have I done something wrong? Are you here to arrest me?

I'm here to apologize.

To your ex-boyfriend.

With beer? Is that how blokes do it?

Well, you've just missed him.

He's gone off to start a new life.

Mm.

Well, what about you? What are you doing?

I was just going for a drive.

Would you like to come?

Sure.

Think quick.

Go on. Get in before I change my mind.

♪ I've got to tell you ♪

♪ I'm feelin' so blue ♪

And if you stack it, I will never forgive you.

♪ Let's go now ♪

♪ Everybody's ♪

♪ Got a baby ♪

Whoo!

♪ Everybody but me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, now ♪