All language subtitles for Ms Fishers Modern Murder Mysteries s02e03_English

a hardworking man

to leave that man

a hardworking man like my dad

they're just like sand

for them to understand

man like my dad

Laurence!

Clearing the hall
is more pressing!

You wish is my command, Mother.

MRS. OSBORN: Oh, and Bill?

Can you water the roses
for the bridal table now,

before the day warms?

Yes, Mrs. Osborn.

That's good. That's good.

Yeah.

Yeah.

SPARROW: 304.

Got it.

Steed!

Murder near Hartford.

-You're on it.
-Hartford?

Yeah, you grew up out that way,
didn't you?

Someone stabbed a farmhand.

-Off you go and good riddance.
-Ah, pardon?

Well, you've been a bear with
a headache last couple of days.

Has anyone complained
about my work?

-Not yet.
-Then I'm fine.

James? Oh, he's fine.

Better than fine.
Business as per.

Oh, I'm very glad to hear that.

Come on, have some sambal.

Are you sure, Peregrine?

You did give him back
the engagement ring.

-Amore mio?
-Sweetheart.

And to a man like James,
a yes is a yes and a no a no.

I'm surprised
he's so understanding.

Well, he is.

That is, he will be.

I'm sure he'll be
completely fine.

Once I've explained myself
to him a bit better.

Just tell him how you feel.

SAMUEL:
And the rest will follow.

Oh, give me strength.

Hello, may I please speak
to Detective Steed?

-OFFICER: He's not available.
-Oh.

OFFICER: He's been sent
out to Hartford.

Where is that?

you'll have a date

that night

you'll wonder

the more you find

fill your head

and you might recall

-

girls were made to love

were made to love

walk down the street

stays awful sweet

are made to love

that special girl

off your feet

you love her

hard to speak

when you'll find...

-What a coincidence.
-Mm, my thoughts exactly.

Well, now that we've happened
upon each other --

Happened?

There's more we should
talk about.

No, I don't think that there is.

Besides, I'm on a job.

PEREGRINE: Ooh, what's the job?

Peregrine, this is not
the time or --

Jim, mate.
I'm glad they sent you.

Hey, Laurence, how're you going?

-Son.
-Dad.

-Oh!
-Who's the young lady?

Ah, this...

-Well, this -- this is --
-Peregrine Fisher,

Private Detective.

I work with Detective Steed.

Do you know him?

Eddie Johnson.

Who saw him last?

I haven't since last night
when we finished the drenching.

Eddie worked here?

Lived.

He was born and grew up
here, too.

Right.

BILL: This'll put a damper
on tomorrow's wedding.

Who's the happy couple?

BILL: Ah, Mr. Laurence's sister,

Miss Victoria,
and Mr. Ian Carruthers.

He's from
the next-door property.

IAN: Gidday, Steedy!

Look at you!

Important man now.

Gidday, Ian.

S'pose you'll be wanting
to interview me.

-Take my statement.
-I'll start with Laurence.

Well, soon as you can.

Day before my wedding.

Bloody inconsiderate.

Murder's generally considered
the fault of the killer,

not the victim.

Lady detectives.

What will they think of next?

SAMUEL: Io, Europa...

-...Ganymede...

It's the telephone!

-VIOLETTA: You know this!
-Callisto!

Huzzah!

-It's the phone!
-

-Now you.
-Okay, okay.

Moons of Saturn.

-Mimas.
-Mm-hmm.

Dione.

Nauseating Love Nest...

I mean, the Adventuresses' Club.

-Birdie, it's me.
-Oh, Peregrine.

Oh, tell me something
interesting, please.

Um, well,
there's been a murder.

BIRDIE: Oh! Oh!

You attract them
like your aunt.

Well, some things
run in families.

Birdie, can you do me a favor?

Oh, anything. Oh, please.
Please.

Then I remembered
that we needed wood,

so Bill and I set to it.

And you and he were together
the whole time.

From 6:30 until Mother asked him
to water the roses,

and he found Eddie.

Did Eddie have any enemies?

You knew Eddie, Jim.
Everyone liked him.

He's been a part of his place
my whole life.

Remember climbing the apricot?

Yeah, you sat on
the lower branches

and pegged ripe fruit
at Eddie and me.

Father always said
I had no head for farming

and even less for heights.

But not a bad arm.

Can't believe he's gone.

Mate, if we're done,

Mother's got a list
of chores a mile long.

Yeah, thank you.

Oh, mate, Eddie had bruises
on his face.

Yes.
He said he fell off his bike.

So, you grew up
on this property.

Another fact I now know
about you.

I'm so sorry for your loss,
James.

It sounds like Eddie
was a good friend.

Peregrine, what did you mean
by saying that we work together?

Well, "we" is "you and I"
and "work" is this murder.

Oh, James, you wanted to see me?
I'll organize tea.

No, that won't be necessary.

Look, Peregrine, back
in Melbourne later, we can --

Oh, it would be rude
to leave now.

Mrs. Osborn is serving tea.

So I had a look at Eddie's body.

The blood isn't dry, so he's
only been dead a few hours.

And those bruises on his face,
how did he get those?

Laurence said that
he fell off his bike.

His hands weren't scraped.

Wouldn't he have put them out
to break his fall?

-Mrs. Osborn.
-MRS. OSBORN: Tea for two.

When did you last see Eddie?

Ah, last night.

I asked him to cycle
over to the church first thing

to deliver the tulle
for the pews.

-Tulle?
-PEREGRINE: Floaty material.

Very matrimonial.

And did Eddie deliver the tulle?

Well, as the parcel's no longer
where I left it, I assume so.

What were you doing
this morning?

I was embroidering the last
of the wedding napkins

in the parlor.

Alone?

I didn't realize it was common
for young ladies

to do detective work.

Oh, it isn't,
but I'm not common.

A matter of opinion, perhaps.

SALLY: Mrs. Osborn?

I can't believe it.

Eddie, murdered.

Hello, Sally.

Jim!

Are -- Are you here to --

Run the investigation, yes.

Oh. Sally Whedon,
the groom's sister.

Peregrine Fisher.
I'm --

Ah, Ms. Fisher
is a private detective.

-She's assisting me.
-A private detective.

What an interesting life
you must lead.

Well, it has its moments.

Well, I will just go
and look for clues.

Do you need a hand?

Oh, I'd appreciate that,
Ms. Fisher.

Peregrine, please.

So, James and Eddie
grew up together, did they?

Oh, well, Eddie was
a couple of years older

than Jimmy and Mr. Laurence,
but they were all friends.

What about the Carruthers,
Ian and Sally?

Yeah.
Yeah, they were a little gang.

Until the Carruthers
and the Osborns,

they went away
to boarding school,

leaving Eddie and James
here on the farm together.

And no one saw a lot of
Miss Sally after she went away,

-and she got married.
-Oh.

But she's widowed now,
so she's home again.

Mm.

How do you know my Jimmy?

Oh, just through work
and things.

Yeah, no rest for the wicked.

Thanks for your help.

My pleasure.

Congratulations.

You and Ian.

This must be very distressing.

It's hard for you too, Jim.

Who would do such a thing?

When did you last see Eddie?

Yesterday afternoon.

Or the morning.

I-I saw him all the time.

What about this morning?

I was in my room.

I was practicing
my bridal waltz.

I want it to be perfect.

-Who with?
-Alone.

And then your father
started shouting

and everyone started trampling
all over the lawn.

Do you have any idea why someone
would want to hurt Eddie?

No.

I always found Eddie pleasant.

And you know how Laurence
relied on him for the farm.

Yes, he --

A word?

Thank you.

I know how we can figure out
if Eddie made it to the church.

Peregrine, there is no "we."

Okay then, it will help us
establish time of death.

Wait, what about time of death?

Well, your father found
Eddie's body at 7:30.

Mrs. Osborn said she told Eddie
to take the tulle

to the church first thing,
so when did he get back here?

No one admits to seeing him.

Going to the church and back
will help us establish

if Eddie actually went there and
the time frame for the murder.

Well, we'll have to test it.

I knew we were a we.

It's a good thing
I'm wearing trousers!

Oh, anything on the knife?

No, it's either wiped clean
or the killer wore gloves.

I suspect this goes with it.

You might want to ask
Ian what the C stands for.

Ian Carruthers, isn't it?

Good morning!

Oh, dear.

I see our resident puddle
has claimed another casualty.

PEREGRINE: I'll send you
the cleaning bill.

I'm joking.

Reverend,
I'm a private detective.

I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions

-about Eddie Johnson.
-Poor soul.

I saw him only this morning when
he delivered all that tulle.

Bad news travels fast.

Do you remember
what time you saw him?

Well, 6:00 AM.

I was just coming to prepare
for morning prayers.

I heard a thump on the step
there,

and by the time I came out,
Eddie was off on his bike again.

That Mrs. Osborn
certainly works him hard.

Right.

Was Eddie somebody
who made enemies?

No, he was a lovely lad.

Humble origins, of course,
but one of nature's gentlemen.

And a born farmer.

I hear young Jim Steed is the
policeman in charge of all this.

-That's right.
-Another lovely lad.

Much missed when he moved
to the big smoke.

If only we could lure him back
with a sweet country girl.

Mate, I was going 60, so you
must have been clocking --

Well, how fast was I going?

At least 75.

BIRDIE: 75?

Is that all?

Tune the carburetor
and you'll hit 90.

Really?

Well, I like a man
who knows his engines.

MRS. OSBORN: Eddie's quarters
are the last door on your right.

Must have been a bit hard
on Eddie and his mum.

Everyone looking down
their noses.

Least Mr. Osborn
never turned them out.

Mm. You know when he got
those bruises?

Oh, couldn't be sure.

A few days ago.

That, ah -- That Ms. Fisher,
she's a bit of a lively lass.

-Mm.
-And a detective, too.

-Very unusual.
-Mm.

You and Laurence were chopping
wood from 6:30 to 7:30?

That's right, yep.

You once told me that
the young lady

you were planning on
popping the question to

was the unconventional type.

A bit like Ms. Fisher,
I imagine.

Well, there's no flies
on you, Dad.

Haha!

Um...

You can...

You can put Mum's ring away.

Oh.

Oh, well, plenty more fish
in the sea, son.

Was Eddie going on holiday?

Not that I heard.

Well, looks like
he was off somewhere.

Um, had he had any trouble
on the farm?

Oh, look, I don't like to talk
about things

not meant
for other people's ears.

Dad, I'm investigating a murder.

Well, I did hear Eddie
have a bit of a set-to

in the yard
the other day with somebody.

Who with?

Ian Carruthers.

Can't get used to it, Steedy.

You, a proper policeman.

-What a laugh.
-Take a seat, Ian.

When'd you last see Eddie?

Yesterday afternoon.

Told him to stop lazing about
and get on with mowing the lawn.

I'm sure you did.

What time did you get here
this morning?

About 6:30.

I was getting the place
ship-shape for the big day.

What, by yourself?

Laurence and your dad
were about.

But at times you were
by yourself.

At times, I suppose.

Never liked Eddie, did you?

What's to like?
He was a laborer.

A few days ago, you and he
were heard arguing.

What was that about?

Nothing.

We'd been fixing the fence
on the border paddock,

-the one the two farms share.
-JAMES: Mm.

Eddie made a hash of it,
so I told him so.

A hash of it?

Eddie?

That's what I said.

So do you recognize this?

It's mine.

My family's.

Knife's here to cut
the wedding cake.

Oh. Well, someone used it
to stab Eddie.

And you think it was me?

That knife, Steed,
is 150 years old.

Came from England
with my great-grandfather.

Handle's from a stag shot

on the Carruthers family estate
in the New Forest.

As if I'd sully
my family's heirloom

with the blood
of a working-class bastard.

Eddie had bruises on his face.

Someone had been giving him
a good working over.

-So?
-So how me your hands, Ian.

Show me your hands.

I told you,

I've been fencing.

JAMES: Fencing.

Sure.

Birdie!
That was fast.

Oh, not as fast as I could be,
apparently.

If Samuel could print
these quite quickly.

Yes, of course.
How are things?

Ah, well, a bit muddy.

But nothing like work to get
the blood going, is there?

BIRDIE: That's the ticket.

And James?

We haven't really had a chance
to talk.

He grew up here with his dad.

Landed gentry?

Servants' quarters.

-Oh.
-I never knew any of this.

Well, that film
won't process itself!

-Go on.
-Oh!

Tell me that wasn't Birdie.

Okay, it wasn't Birdie.

And I wasn't giving her
my crime scene film

which isn't because
Samuel will process it

10 times faster than your lot.

Peregrine, this is
police business.

You do not need to be here.

Maybe I have some
unfinished business

with a certain policeman.

The Reverend saw Eddie
at 6:00 AM.

It's a 30-minute ride each way,

so that means the murder
must have happened between

6:30 when he got back
from the church

and 7:30,
when his body was found.

Which rules out my father
and Laurence.

They were chopping
wood together.

But three people were alone
for all or some of that hour.

Mrs. Osborn, Victoria, and Ian.

Sally could have popped by

from next door
and stabbed Eddie.

I checked.
Sally and the Carruthers cook

were decorating the wedding cake
all morning.

Well, since we're at
an impasse,

James, what I meant
when I said that I --

Yes.

Thank you, Peregrine.
I think I can manage from here.

Oh, and travel safe back to,
ah, Melbourne.

-SALLY: Melbourne?
-Yes.

You can't send Ms. Fisher
back so muddy.

I have some spare clothes
I brought with me.

Oh, that's very kind, Sally.
Thank you.

I'm maid of honor.

I'm staying over
to help Victoria.

Ah. I love a wedding.

Will this suit?

It's lovely.

Thank you.

I imagine Jim's a nice boss.

Oh, he's not my boss.

He and I, we're on
an equal footing.

That's so modern.

I hope that Eddie's murder
hasn't upset the bride too much.

Oh, not too much.

Victoria's a very calm person.

How could she?

She's ruined my wedding!

The wretched hairdresser.

She's hysterical.
She's refusing to come out

because of this morning's
incident.

Oh, dear.

Oh, how the chattering classes
love to chatter.

As if people don't die
all the time!

Perhaps we can find
another hairdresser.

Where are we going to find
another one at this late hour?

I'm a hairdresser.

So how'd I do this time?

Topped 90, I reckon.

Oh, your advice paid off.

Oh, glad I could
be of assistance.

Now, anything else
I can do for you?

Well, maybe.

I believe you have my address.

PEREGRINE: Something like...

that?

Perfect.

So where are you honeymooning?

Manly.
Ian wants to go to the beach.

PEREGRINE: Ooh!

Just needs a bit of hair spray.

Just over there somewhere.

And I suppose when you marry,

the Osborn and Carruthers
family farms will merge?

My brother might object.

He only just inherited the farm
from our father.

Oh, you didn't want it?

Want it?

Whatever do you mean?

Laurence
inherited the family farm,

just as when our father passes
away, Ian will inherit ours.

But what about the girls?
What do you get?

We get married.

Oh.

Do you like it?

It's perfect.

VICTORIA: It feels so unusual
to have it up.

But I think for my wedding day,
it's good to do something

a bit more special.

And it'll be such a surprise
for Ian.

You're still here.

You're looking at
Victoria's new hairdresser.

Lucky I'm a woman
of many talents.

I found these in
her waste paper basket.

Why would she have booked
two tickets to London

on the same day that her and Ian
are meant to be going to Manly?

Maybe they weren't booked
for Victoria and Ian.

Maybe they were booked
for Victoria and Eddie.

An affair?

If Eddie and Victoria were
planning to run away to London,

Eddie would need
a passport and money.

And I found those
in Eddie's room.

But if Eddie broke it off,
I mean, perhaps Victoria...

Hell hath no fury
like a scorned woman.

Well, she certainly likes
to get her own way.

Why didn't you tell me
about these earlier?

Earlier, when you were
supposed to be leaving?

Yes, that certainly would have
sent you on your way.

Well, it's a good thing
I stayed,

because now we have
a suspect and motive.

You know, what if Ian found out
about Eddie and Victoria?

You really don't like him,
do you?

Oh, he bullied Eddie all the way
through primary school

and me too,
until I got bigger than him.

That doesn't make him
a murderer.

The murder weapon
belonged to him.

And he's got split knuckles,

and Eddie had bruises
on his face.

It sounds like
someone was angry.

Your knuckles, Ian.

Have another think
about how you split them.

Who do you think you are?

I know you hated Eddie.
I know you bashed him.

Now I'm thinking
that you killed him.

I never touched him.

Police love it
when murder suspects lie.

Okay, alright, yes.

I saw that grubby little oik
making eyes at my fiancée,

so I taught him a lesson and the
coward didn't even fight back.

It was just a thrashing.
I didn't kill him.

I could arrest you right now
for assault

and giving false evidence.

Think you've made yourself,
don't you, Steed?

With your badge and your gun.

But you're still just
the jumped-up sprog

of a useless farmhand.

Whereas you, Ian,

you're all class.

Are you okay?

If Ian bashed Eddie, he'd
already taught him the lesson.

Why kill him?

I don't think he knew
about their London plans.

You don't think?
Peregrine, I know Ian.

I grew up with him.
Rejected, he would lash out.

That's a feeling, not evidence.

I have pretty good evidence what
it feels like to be rejected.

James, I still want us.

We were -- We are --
We are great.

Can't we go back to how things
were before?

Before, when -- when you didn't
want to marry me?

That doesn't mean
that I don't --

LAURENCE: Jim.

Your dad's big toe
has more class than Ian.

We weren't raised
to be like that.

No, please, neither of you
need to apologize.

But thank you.

Thanks, Sally.

I never got a chance to say how
sorry I was about your husband.

Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

Tomorrow, would you
like to come?

Ian changed his mind
about me fast.

Ian's not asking you.

I am.

Oh, well, in that case,
I'd love to.

Ah, here are the photos.

We've done what we can,

but Peregrine will need
eagle eyes to spot anything.

How did she seem yesterday?

Birdie.

Like a sensible woman.
She's keeping busy.

Do you need a ride?

No, thanks.
I've seen the way you drive.

Thought you liked taking risks.

Easy go.

You're losing your touch, Dad.

Looks like a blind possum
chopped that.

Oh, look at him, will you, eh?

Few years in the city,
thinks he knows everything.

Mr. Laurence cut that yesterday,
you clod.

Take it out again.

Yeah, alright, I'll get to it.

Ooh, policemen.

Ooh, they're irresistible,
aren't they?

Here are your photographs.

I also brought you some clothes

that don't make you
look like a kewpie doll.

Oh, ta.

Now, is there anything else
you need me to do?

Well, can you find me a suspect
who's got a motive for murder?

Well, I'm sure you
and Mr. Lumberjack there

will work it out between you.

Oh, these dreadful bags.

PEREGRINE:
You sure you're alright?

Just cover my birthmark, please.

On the back of my neck.

Oh! It's tiny.

It's ugly.
I almost never wear my hair up.

Pass her the foundation, Sally.

Thank you.

Oh, excuse me.

Ah, she says
it's definitely not blood.

It's a capillary malformation
of some kind.

She says it's a capillary
malformation of some kind.

A birthmark, commonly known
as a port-wine stain.

-Very rare.
-She says it's a birthmark,

commonly known
as a port-wine stain.

She says Victoria has an almost
identical mark on her neck.

Could that be a coincidence?

No.

What if they were
brother and sister?

Eddie and Victoria?

What?

This mark on his shoulder.

I thought it was dried blood,
but it's a birthmark.

Victoria has an almost
identical one on her neck.

That doesn't mean
that they're siblings.

Violetta said that this
birthmark is incredibly rare

and often runs in families.

It's more than likely that
Eddie and Victoria

had one parent in common.

Eddie's mum. She never said
who Eddie's father was.

But Mr. Osborn,
he always made sure

that they had somewhere to live
and that Eddie went to school.

Even got him birthday presents.

Like a father.

You know, Eddie
couldn't have known.

I mean, he --
God, he would never have with --

with Victoria.

I don't think he had any idea
until two days ago,

when somehow, he found out
and he broke it off

with Victoria
without telling her why.

You know what?
He was protecting her.

But if someone else knew --

Maybe Ian didn't murder Eddie
out of jealousy.

What if he was murdered
by someone who values the purity

of the Osborn family line?

Mrs. Osborn.
Oh!

I've got a few more questions
about Eddie.

The cars will be here
in a moment.

Did you wonder why your husband
was so good

to an unmarried mother
and her illegitimate son?

Why he was so paternal?

You always were a clever boy,
James.

How long have you known?

Since his insistence that
a bastard be allowed

to associate with our children.

His deathbed confession
seemed hardly necessary.

He was so pathetically
proud of Eddie.

Proud of his farming ability.

Proud of a guttersnipe
who watered down

his family's lineage.

Is that why you killed Eddie?

To protect the family name?

Oh, you can't think
that I would kill him --

Was it to protect the Osborns
from the far greater scandal

of Eddie's and your daughter's
plans to run away together?

Victoria and Eddie were what?

But they're half-siblings!

Mother?

Mother, are you saying
that Eddie is my...

MRS. OSBORN: Oh, come, come,
come, come.

-He and I, we --
-What's done is done!

-We've got a wedding to get to.
-What?

You can't expect Victoria
to just keep calm and carry on!

Victoria is an Osborn.

She knows her duty.

What about knowing her heart?

Victoria, you don't have to
marry Ian if you don't love him.

Love! Victoria, for goodness
sake, the family.

Thank you, Peregrine,
for doing my hair.

I'm ready.

Dad, does Laurence
often chop wood?

Hardly ever.

Though he went at it
like a trouper yesterday.

James!

Go on in.
I'll see you in there.

Peregrine.

Do you still have
Eddie's clothes?

-Yes, but --
-There's a puddle

on the path down there.
It's impossible to avoid.

If Eddie did ride here
to drop off the tulle,

he should have muddy trousers.

Come on.

Oh! Congratulations.

Congratulations.

But Reverend Barbery saw Eddie.

Found these in
the Osborns' laundry.

-PEREGRINE: Stop the wedding!
-Jim, what the hell?

-Detective Steed?
-What are you doing?

You told Ms. Fisher yesterday
you saw Eddie deliver the tulle.

You'll lose your job for this.

Yes, he came on his bicycle.

Did you actually see his face?

No, I-I saw him from behind
as he rode

through our resident puddle.

Jim, what is going on?

We know who murdered Eddie.

-Good Lord.

Eddie and Victoria were in love.

Planning to run away together.

When Eddie was packing
he found something.

JAMES: It was a letter, from
Mr. Osborn to Eddie's mother,

acknowledging Eddie as his son.

PEREGRINE: Eddie realized he was
in love with his half-sister.

He must have been devastated.

He went straight to Victoria
to break it off,

but he couldn't bear
to tell her why.

He needed advice, so he went
to see his best friend.

He thought that you'd help him,

that you'd welcome him
like a brother.

But he wasn't just your brother,
was he, Laurence?

He was your older brother.

And as the eldest Osborn son,

you knew he could challenge
your right to the farm.

-You killed Eddie Johnson.
-

You can't be serious!

PEREGRINE: You realized he could
take everything you owned,

so you stabbed him with
the nearest weapon available,

the Carruthers family knife.

You killed him and then
you impersonated him.

-You created an alibi.
-JAMES: You took one of

his shirts and hid the ute up
from the corner of the church,

and then cycled the last hundred
yards and delivered the tulle,

making sure Reverend Barbery saw

who he assumed was Eddie
at 6:00 AM from behind.

PEREGRINE: But there's no
avoiding that puddle, is there?

By 6:15, you were back
and ready to get up

and help my father chop wood
for the hour

in which you'd led us to believe
that Eddie was killed.

I could never measure up
for my father.

But the farm is mine.

I didn't care that Eddie
was better at running it.

He worked for me.

But if he was my brother,
if he --

if he challenged my right to it,

what would I have left?

Come on.

What a bloody disgrace
your family is, Victoria.

But don't worry.

I forgive you.

When you're ready, Reverend.

Victoria?

I'm sorry, Ian.

Victoria, where are you going?

London.

One of the tougher ones.

Yeah. Yes.

Thank you for your assistance.

You're welcome.

Oh, I've just come for the veil
and the bouquet.

They're not evidence,
or anything?

No.

Oh!

-Got it?
-Well, I'm off.

It was lovely
to meet you, Sally.

You too.

Ah, Peregrine, was there
something more

that you wanted to discuss?

No, James.

Like you said yesterday,
we've already said it all.

-Peregrine!
-Oh, it would never have worked.

We're from different worlds.

He wants different things.

We're better off
without each other.

Well, there's a man out there
for you, Peregrine,

if you want one.

You know,
I don't know that I do.

Besides, you've already nabbed
one of the best.

Violetta! Violetta!
Oh, hello.

-Hello.
-Violetta.

Violetta, my love,
it is such a clear night

that I have set up the
telescope, and you can see Mars.

Madonna mia!

Go!

SAMUEL: The clarity,
you wouldn't believe it!

Birdie.

Join me for
a single ladies' night?

Maybe not dressed like that.

All this dashing about has made
me hanker for a bit of activity.

I'm off to the Snowy Mountains
for a few days hiking.

Oh!

PEREGRINE: Oh.

Okay, well, have fun then.

Oh, I intend to.

Care to dance, Peregrine?

Oh, why I'd love to,
thank you, Peregrine.

your many toys

go with other boys

what to say

when I go out with you

How come I never knew
you were such a dog lover?

Maybe I should get one.

Might be a good option,
now that I've sworn off men.

Lady attacked her.

I think this dog
has been framed.

Roarr!

I'm back!

SAMUEL: But I don't
understand it, Birdie.

Why would you put your life
in danger again?

This murder is a police matter
and as such,

Ms. Fisher is not
authorized to investigate.

Yes, alright.

I've seen this before and if I'm
right, it's far more dangerous.

I have to tell Peregrine.

James, I know things
have been tricky.

But we're both professionals.

Oh, I'm not going to
get rid of you.

-SALLY: James?
-Sally!

Are you and Peregrine...

I mean, is it
purely professional?