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[ Laughter, music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]

To Kenneth.
Kenneth!

Officially the grooviest
architect of 1964.

PAULINE: You're too
sweet to him, Linda.

DIRK: Hey, Kenneth.

Whoo!
And to the woman by my side.

LINDA: To Kenneth.
DIRK: Cheers!

Hey, Ken, old boy.

50 words or less for
my column tomorrow.

What the hell is your
architectural philosophy?

Tell Dirk I don't
do waffles, darling.

My buildings speak my truth.

Oh, clever buildings.

- FRANCINE: Surprising.
- What?

- That thing's a trophy?
- Mm-hmm.

Australia's highest
architectural award,

for Kenneth's latest building.

- This is real gold?
- Well, I should hope so.

Ooh, let's flog it for
a holiday on Hydra!

- Maybe Theo can show us around.
- No, I've never been.

Who wants to sleep with goats?

Well, now, there's
something I haven't tried.

You don't need Hydra
for a good time.

Oh. What you really need to do
is try my new Swedish sauna.

Ooh, yes, please.

Something about that swampy heat
that makes you feel so alive.

Well, being naked
helps, too, Kenneth.

Speaking of which

who's ready for some dessert.

- Oh, yes, please.
- Cheers to that.

[ Woman laughs ]
Alright.

KENNETH: Do you
need a hand, Linda?

LINDA: Hey, cognacs?

♪ 'Course you got good love ♪

[ Record crackles ]

[ Upbeat music plays ]

♪ I'm gonna love,
I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ You know I got
to love you, baby ♪

Oh, no, you don't,
Detective James Steed.

You get your hands
off my dishes.

- You cooked. Fair's fair.
- But we haven't finished yet.

We were just getting
to the best bit.

Yeah? Which bit was that?

This one.

Well, if I'd known that
that was on the menu...

Ooh!

We've been doing this
for two weeks now.

- Don't you think it's time?
- Oh, God. For what?

For you to come to my bedroom

and help me figure
out my renovations?

Oh, that sounds dangerous.

Oh, God, I hope so.

♪ About me leaving you ♪

♪ I don't cause you
no heart ache, baby ♪

- ♪ I want to love ♪
- [ Moans ]

♪ Love, love you ♪

♪ I'm gonna love,
I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ You know I've gotta
love you, babe ♪

- Bedroom?
- Bedroom.

- PEREGRINE: Ooh! Sorry!
- JAMES: It's okay!

♪ Or in the midnight hours ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪

PEREGRINE: Sorry. The zipper!

- BIRDIE: Hello!
- [ Record scratches ]

- Samuel's just evaporated...
- [ Gasps ]

so I grabbed some takeaway
from around the corner...

The most divine sizzling

szechuan chicken.

- Hello, Detective.
- Hello, Birdie.

Samuel left early with Violetta,

and we've already eaten.

Thanks.

Oh.

All the more for me... I guess.

- [ Chuckles nervously ]
- I'll just take my offering

somewhere else.

Birdie, wait! Come back!

It'll get cold.

- Well, if I'm not interrupting.
- Oh, no.

We were just...
discussing a tricky case.

Yes. I don't think
we quite cracked it.

- I'll find you a plate.
- Thank you.

[ Chuckles ] I am starving!

[ Peregrine sighs ]

Now, have you tried... these?

[ Upbeat music plays ]

PAULINE: Alright.
Keep your pants on!

- Hello, Pauline.
- Oh, Peregrine Fisher!

Sorry. A bit of a late night.

And you look so
bright and chirpy.

PEREGRINE: Kenneth
said 10:00 a.m.

I can come back
if I'm too early.

Oh, you're here for
renovations! 'Course. Sorry.

Um, no, I-I haven't
seen him this morning.

I hope he hasn't forgotten
you and driven off somewhere.

Isn't that his car
parked around the side?

Ken! Are you around?!

Ken!

[ Scoffs ]

PEREGRINE: Pauline, is that
supposed to be happening?

Oh, I should have known
he'd be back in the sauna.

- Men and their toys.
- [ Chuckles ]

Oh! God! How long
has he been in there?

[ Ominous music plays ]

Darling, that's a
bit hot, isn't it?

- [ Sighs ]
- Kenneth, get out.

You're late.

Darling... [ Screams ]

No! No!

[ Whimpers ]

[ Upbeat music plays ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

JAMES: I'm Detective James
Steed from Melbourne Police.

- Can I have your full name?
- [ Radio plays indistinctly ]

PAULINE: Uh, of course.
It's Pauline Moore.

MAN: And he's out!
He's given out!

STEED: I know that this must
be difficult, Mrs. Moore,

but I'm going to have to
ask you a few questions,

starting with the
name of the deceased,

Kenneth Moore.

- My husband.
- My architect.

And the young woman?

Linda Wade.

Brilliant artist.

How on earth am I
gonna tell Dirk?

- Who's Dirk?
- Her husband.

Poor Linda. We all had such
a lovely time last night.

How could it end like this?

Hey, doll. What gives? I
wake up, and you were gone.

It's Kenneth and Linda.
There's been an awful accident.

- What?
- In the sauna.

Theo Pappas is my concreter.

Theo, this is
Detective James Steed,

and Peregrine's a loyal client.

And a private detective.

Luckily.

Although none of this is lucky.

I work with the
police very closely.

Is there anyone else in
the house, Mrs. Moore?

Um, I have no idea.

- I can check.
- JAMES: Thank you.

So, the wife has a boyfriend.

And maybe the husband
had a girlfriend.

Right.

Yes. After you.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Look at her fingernails.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

Her shoulder's bruised,
but there's no scratches.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

There's scratches on
the back of the door.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

There is a police
photographer on his way.

By the time he gets here,
Sammy will have these printed.

Oh, well, make sure you
get some of the outside.

Oh, is this team work?

No, I'm just taking the
line of least resistance.

Oh.

These dents are odd.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

Looks like something could have
been jammed across the door.

Looks like murder.

No one upstairs. Maybe the den.

Oh!

Oh, Francine, Dirk, I'm sorry...

Mnm-mnm, just need to catch
a depressing revelation

about female desire.

Oh, I'm glad I could help.

The police are here.

We have some bad news.

What's going on?

JAMES: I need everyone
in the lounge room,

preferably dressed.

Has anyone seen my
caftan? It's purple.

Oh, I believe it's
on the stairs.

PAULINE: It was only
installed two weeks ago.

I never wanted Kenneth
to build that sauna.

He had heart troubles. [
Camera shutter clicks ]

But Linda was young,

and she was... She
was in perfect health.

Well, I need you all
to understand that

this is now officially
a crime scene.

What are you saying?

We don't believe that your wife
and Mr. Moore died by accident.

Oh, Christ!

[ Sighs ]

Oh! What happened to
the record player?

- I have no idea.
- [ Camera shutter clicks ]

Someone hated that damn
song about as much as I did.

Has anyone seen Theo Pappas?

FRANCINE: He said he had
something better to do.

PAULINE: Laboring at the
Southern Cross Hotel.

Awful building.

They're repairing
the penthouse balcony

after the Beatles
tour came through.

- Get him down to the station.
- Yes, sir.

We'll start with
the rest of you.

Excuse me. Can I say something?

Yes, go ahead.

[ Sniffles ]

For we and her and he we love.

They love, the great love,

like moths in an atom,

unborn to be born to
fight the doom, the gloom,

the boom of the womb
exploding into life,

into life, to be free, to love

and to live, love, live,

love...

Thank you.

That was beautiful, babe.

As I was saying, this
is now a crime scene.

That means that no
one is to leave.

PAULINE: I left
Kenneth in the lounge

with the others around 9:00

when I took Theo up to

look at my form work.

Did either of you come
back downstairs at all?

No. Um...

Theo took a shower
about an hour later.

JAMES: And you're
certain about the time?

PAULINE: Thereabouts,
give or take, yes.

And then I... I heard
raised voices downstairs,

which is nothing unusual
for Dirk and Kenneth.

And then someone
put the radio on.

Maybe after the
turntable was smashed up.

So, while you were upstairs
with your concreter,

your husband was

socializing with Linda Wade.

And maybe Francine, as well.

Who knows?

Francine: I always enjoyed
my time with Kenneth.

[ Sniffles ] We had
an ecstatic tryst

at his 40th with candle wax.

But no, sadly, not last night.

So, when did you
last see your host?

When I took Dirk into
the den to make the best

of a less than ideal situation.

- Could you elaborate?
- Oh, Dirk tries hard,

but he has no imagination.

I think what Detective
Steed means is,

what were everyone's
movements after dinner?

Oh, well, first, Pauline
took Theo upstairs,

even though, technically,
he was my plus one.

And then Linda went
off to try the sauna.

So, we left Kenneth in here
playing that damn record

over and over.

Really killed the mood.

So I sent Dirk out to
raid the bar again,

and he took forever.

It took me a little longer
to find the right cognac.

Francine is very particular.

Was Mr. Moore in the lounge
when you went out again?

DIRK: No, he wasn't.

Oh, what happened to
your arm, Mr. Wade?

Accident.

Unfortunate incident
with a fondue fork.

Oh, my darling.

You know, I should
have seen this coming.

I should have listened to her.

About what?

Linda was the one who wanted
to have fun with the most.

We always enjoyed it.
It was like charades.

You know, until Kenneth
started ruining things.

- How?
- Confiding all his woes.

Some sort of career crisis

about his... his worth
and his reputation.

That's odd, considering
he just won an award.

DIRK: I agree.

God, I...

I had no idea he was
in such a bad way.

I never thought he'd
take her with him.

It can't be a murder-suicide,
not if the door was jammed.

Maybe it was Dirk, you
know, the jealous husband.

Yeah, it's a tricky theory

when they're all
so happy to share.

The closest that I've come to
that... that kind of sharing

is swapping partners
during the Pride of Erin.

[ Chuckles ] That's
a dance, right?

Oh, it's not just the dance.

It's still very controversial
Where I come from.

- Oh, I see.
- Well, well, well.

If it isn't little fish.

Interfering with police
procedure, as usual?

I had an appointment with
one of the murder victims.

Well, my hunch is,
they're not gonna make it.

So why don't you swim on home

and let the men
get on with things.

Steed?

Just this way, sir.

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪ I want to know ♪

♪ Are you happy ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I want to know ♪

Anyone for lunch?

Anyone at all?!

♪ And I want to know ♪

♪ If I'll be here for you ♪

♪ Be my boy ♪

I feel so guilty.

Well, I mean, you...
You are Catholic.

You're sort of meant
to feel guilty.

♪ But let me just
one more time ♪

Oh, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

No. I have to go. I have to.

Yes.

♪ Let me just one more time ♪

Morning, sis.

It's afternoon, actually,

and don't you ever call me sis.

Ahh! Coffee, wonderful.

I hardly slept a wink.

Samuel...

I appreciate a little fun

between the sheets
as much as anyone,

but don't you think
you are taking up

an awful lot of
each other's time.

Birdie, when was your
last romantic encounter?

Romance is a
19th-century invention.

Call me old fashioned, then.

BIRDIE: What about
the archeologist?

That's ancient history.

Violetta, She's hardly written
a word of her research paper

and her laboratory,
it's growing dust.

When was the last time you
invented something useful?

I've been working on
something actually inspired

by my euphoric state.

Yes, well, we've all gone silly,
all of you, even Peregrine.

She's making doe eyes
at that... Peregrine!

Was that the Violetta
that I just saw leaving?

BIRDIE: Oh, don't worry.

A few Hail Marys, and
she'll be right back

to do it all over again.

Samuel, I was hoping,

if you're not too busy,
you could develop these.

Of course, lunch
may have to wait.

Oh, you're very good.

Peregrine. Sis.

So, what's the case.

Kenneth Moore, my architect?

Oh, I like the wife,
but I find him arrogant,

and surprisingly inarticulate

for someone who's hailed
as an architectural genius.

Luckily, Pauline's
into free love.

Well, it's very free now.

He's dead.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- [ Sighs ]

Cooked in his own sauna

with an artist
called Linda Wade.

Oh, yes, yes. I've heard of her.

Francine Laroux focused

her last essay on
her female nudes.

I met Francine this morning.
She seemed very upset.

You mean she's in town?

She won't be going
anywhere soon.

- She's a murder suspect.
- Oh, that's wonderful.

I mean, not the murder,
but we could ask her

to do the woman's
lecture this week.

- On poetry?
- Oh, no.

Her poetry is awful.

No, she's just published
a revolutionary book,

"The Female Mistake."

Hmm.

[ Upbeat music plays ]

[ Siren wails in distance ]

Why would I want
to knock them off?

I didn't even want to
be there last night.

Well, you managed to
make yourself at home.

I only called by to
collect what they owed me

for concreting
the swimming pool.

Rich people are the worst.

Then that Francine woman
shoved a drink in my hand.

Next thing I know, the
wife's racing me off.

How could I say no?
I wanted my money.

VIOLETTA: I suspect that
bruise on his shoulder

was sustained before he died,

and there's another
mark on his arm,

perhaps a burn.

Can we narrow down
time of death?

It would only take a couple of
hours to lose consciousness.

But you said rigor
mortis had set in.

Well and truly.

VIOLETTA: Then
closer to nine hours.

And given the degree
of dehydration,

I'd say they spent most
of the night in there.

I took a shower,
and then I spent

the rest of the
night in the bedroom.

Didn't get much sleep, though.

I don't need the
details, Mr. Pappas.

It was the bloody music.
Went on all night.

Oh, so is that why you
smashed the record player?

What?

No, that was the
old bloke next door.

- What old bloke?
- The neighbor.

He yelled over the
fence when I arrived.

What did he say?

Said if the party ruined
his cricket broadcast again,

he'd come fix things for good.

PEREGRINE: If the
killer jammed the door,

it must have been
with something long,

like a broom handle or a mop.

But I couldn't find anything
to match the splinter.

Well, most broom handles
are made from hardwoods,

like beech, ash, or eucalyptus.

Whereas saunas are made
from cedar or spruce.

This is neither.

Soft, porous,
crisscrossing fibers.

The best match I can find
is salix alba caerulea.

- English willow.
- Willow?

Well... Well, you know what
else is made with willow?

Still stumped?

[ Upbeat music plays ]

I know what the piece
of wood is from.

- A cricket bat.
- How did you know?!

Theo Pappas told me
the next door neighbor

threatened to come
over and kill the music

because he couldn't
hear his cricket match.

- I'm going to have a word.
- Well, I'm coming, too!

I saw said neighbor listening
to the radio this morning.

Oh, my! It's highly suspicious.

Well, it is when there's a
major police presence next door,

and he's paying no
attention whatsoever.

Good afternoon.
Excuse me, ma'am.

Do you mind if we had a word?

Yes. Certainly.

JAMES: Just about
the incident next...

What is going on here, woman?

JAMES: There's nothing
to be alarmed about, sir.

We just need to ask
a few questions.

I'm Detective James Steed of
the Melbourne Police Force.

- Mr...?
- Harris.

Major Alfred Harris, retired.

PEREGRINE: James...

I'd say less retired,
more court, Major.

Why don't I save
you the trouble.

First, I'm as guilty as hell.

Second, I'd do it
again in a heartbeat.

Well, that was easy.

- Here you are Mrs. Harris.
- Thank you.

JAMES: Major, you understand
you're now a suspect of murder?

Murder?! No!

I'm not guilty of that.

I hated my neighbor,
but I didn't kill him.

Not that I haven't killed a man.

I just smashed up his radiogram.

- Record player.
- Whatever it was.

You'd have smashed it, too,
if you had to live next door

to his bloody parties.

Drinking, loud music,

swimming in the altogether.

Filled my wife's head
with stupid ideas,

all that carry on.

What time was it when
you went next door?

Time for all decent
folk to be asleep.

The husband was the only one up,
and he was too drunk to stop me.

And then the bastard
had the bloody cheap

to turn up the
radio after I left.

I heard all the yelling when
The Major went next door.

He's never got on
with the Moores.

He... [ Chuckles ] He thinks
they have funny ideas.

PEREGRINE: Funny ideas?

Pauline lent me a book once...

Mm-hmm.

About women and men,

the kind that makes you think.

Oh.

Major made me throw
it in the bin.

And what did you do
with your cricket bat

after you damaged
the Moore's property?

What do you think I did with it?

I left it there. No
use to me anymore.

Well, so how did it
end up in your bin?

No idea.

[ Ominous music plays ]

Come along, woman.
Haven't got all day.

Oh. Uh...

Thank you.

Mrs. Harris.

If you ever need to talk

woman to woman...

Oh, thank you.

My pleasure.

[ Upbeat music ]

Ah! You're back early.

Excellent.

- Help me just this.
- Will it explode?

Uh, no. No.

It's for listening
through walls.

Take those earrings off.

Now, the earrings attach

to the necklace

via this

wire.

Like this.

Hmm.

Now...

Ah!

- [ Sighs ]
- [ Door locks ]

Testing, testing. One, two.

How did it go with
Father Neroli?

Can you hear me? Violetta?

- Not very well.
- Oh.

What about now?!

- [ Feedback ]
- Aah! No, no.

I meant Father Neroli.

He refused to see me.

He told me, I can't keep
coming to confession.

I thought God's
forgiveness was boundless.

What, he can't cope
with a few days.

He told me

he doesn't believe I am
truly sorry for my sins

because I keep committing them

again and again.

[ Chuckling ] I know.
We can't help ourselves.

It's amazing!

Oh.

What if I converted
and married you?

[ Stammers ]

You would have to lie
about your beliefs

and... and... and Birdie
would never speak to us again.

I could think of worse fates.

The problem is, everyone
had an opportunity

to trap Kenneth and
Linda in the sauna

with that cricket bat.

The Major could have
finished off the job,

aided or abetted by Mary.

Theo Pappas could have detoured
on his way to the shower.

Pauline when she was left
alone in the bedroom.

Dirk had an opportunity when
he went to get more cognac,

giving Francine a
window, as well.

But the only one with any
real motive is The Major.

Oh, and Theo, of course,
was after his money.

So, what is all this?

[ Chuckles ] It's my office.

Oh, and he's the best bit.
Samuel just finished it.

"Ms. Peregrine Fisher,
private detective."

It's interesting 'cause you
can't call yourself a detective.

You need a license for
the Victoria Police.

Well, that's never
going to happen.

My Aunt Franny didn't
need a license.

- Well, times have changed.
- Oh, well, it's too late.

I've already had
the cards made up.

It's like free love.

Free detecting.

There are the rules and
those who break them.

Free love?

Mm, that's what
Birdie called it.

Married people
who like to share.

Why would you bother getting
married in the first place

if you're just going to treat
it like a dinner party game.

Well, charades can be fun.

- Hmm?
- Mm.

[ Telephone rings ]

If that's Birdie,
she can starve.

Peregrine Fisher,
private detective.

Of course, Mrs. Harris.

That's why I gave you the card.

I was hoping not to
involve the police.

Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Harris.
We'll keep this very informal.

I was the one who threw
the cricket bat in the bin.

Alf had no idea.

So you went next
door to retrieve it?

No, no.

I found the bat in
the yard this morning.

But I did try to go
next door yesterday,

earlier in the evening

to apologize.

But I didn't go in.

JAMES: What time was
that, Mrs. Harris?

Oh, thank you.

Perhaps Mrs. Harris would
like a biscuit, as well.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

Go on.

Well, it... it was after
The Major went back to bed.

I could see there
was a tiff going on.

A fight? Between who?

Between Kenneth Moore
and another man,

wearing one of those
turtleneck sweaters.

Was it this man?

Yes.

Th-That... That's him.

Maybe it was just horseplay.

But Mr. Moore was chasing
him around the dining table,

and it looked like he was

trying to stab him
with something.

Thank you, Mrs. Harris.

Dirk's fondue injury.

We need to get him in.

Correction. Ineed to get him in.

- Your privacy's shot.
- Oh, Sparrow.

You need to make
yourself scarce.

- Really?
- Definitely.

What were you arguing about
when Mr. Moore assaulted you?

I have no idea what
you're on about.

Your fondue fork injury.

Seem that you did
see Kenneth again

when you went out to get cognac.

Show me your arm, Mr. Wade.

[ Door opens ]

Right-o. I'm back.

- Mr. Wade.
- I'm on the right track.

This is Chief Inspector Sparrow.

Now, sir, according to
the coroner's report,

Kenneth Moore had second
degree burns on his forearm,

consistent with a scald
from a viscous liquid,

like melted cheese.

Kenneth spilled the
cheese on himself

after he tried to attack
me with a fondue fork.

So, you chucked
cheese at this bloke

because he speared
it with his cutlery.

Couldn't you just take him
outside and sort him out?

I...

I told Ken I didn't think
he deserved the award.

He has no overriding philosophy.

He overreacted, but
we kissed and made up.

J-Jeez. This just
gets worse and worse.

What are you doing,
Steed. Sit down?

So, were you still angry?

Of course, I was
angry with Kenneth.

He stabbed me, but
not angry enough

to lock him in a sauna all n...

Look, I went straight
back to the den.

I forgot all about the booze.

Francine had to
forage for herself.

Wait. So, how long was
Francine gone from the den?

I can't say precisely.

I...

may have dozed off.

- [ Glass clatters ]
- [ Gasps ]

What the bloody hell?

No, No, no, sir.

[ Door closes ]

I hope you're paddling
your own canoe, Steed.

I'd hate to think
you'd rely on a woman

to solve a case for you.

[ Scoffs ]

Why do you think we
got rid of Fleur?

Because she was getting married.

For some crazy reason,

the police force won't
accept married women.

Because she was poking her nose
in everywhere it shouldn't be.

Peregrine Fisher is
just a good-time girl.

Like those weirdo
friends of hers

with their Swedish hot boxes

and Swiss "fondalues"

and Roman bloody orgies.

Don't make the mistake
of taking her seriously.

[ Whimsical music plays ]

BIRDIE: Please welcome
our guest speaker,

celebrated author and
poet Francine Laroux.

[ Applause ]

Why, why do so many women

believe in mating for life,

like swans and
wolves and penguins?

Because we have all
been brainwashed

by books and movies and men.

Hear, hear!

I'm hardly responsible
for the brainwashing

of an entire gender.

But the most insidious desire

to find out one and only
comes from deep within us all.

I brought you the book.

Autographed.

Detective Steed's on his
way to talk to Francine.

That notion of the one
that swamps your mind

until you can no longer
eat or sleep or think

or talk about anything else

until you're boring
the pants off everyone.

[ Laughs ]

That comes from deep within
us, and we must purge it,

kill it, destroy it

before it destroys you.

That bit's not in the book.

Everybody free yourselves
from the shackles...

The lovely warm soft
shackles of romantic love...

With me!

Free your mind.

Free your body.

Cast off the layers
of oppression

and celebrate your glorious,

unfettered, independent

womanhood!

Ooh!

[ Women cheering ]

- Good Lord.
- FRANCINE: That's right.

Liberate yourselves from
sentimental attachment

and say goodbye forever
to your one and only

and hello to universal love.

- And communion with the cosmos.
- [ Screams ]

- [ Laughs ]
- Thank you, Francine.

We just completely
run out of time,

but that absolutely riveting.

FRANCINE: Oh.

Oh, it's a bit chilly.
You want to wrap up.

Why don't you put
your clothes back on?

Alright?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Well, how about a poet?
- Oh, no, no.

- I think that's quite...
- FRANCINE: I need my bag.

- I don't feel very well.
- Oh, come with me, Francine.

Come on. Here we go. Here we go.

VIOLETTA: Step, step, step.

Nice coffee?

[ Whimsical music plays ]

"'L' is for my love,

my longing, my lady."

Oh, and this...

"Budding, blossoming, bursting

with the madness of 'L'."

It has to be Linda.

Francine needed
to be free of her.

Yeah, but enough to kill her?

You've never been madly
obsessed with somebody.

[ Chuckles ] No, I grew
up in a very small town.

Maybe briefly.

When I was 15, I
had a bit of a thing

for the girl on the
property next door.

Oh, interesting.

But I blame hormones
and spin the bottle,

but only lasted until she
went to boarding school.

She was... She was
way out of my league.

The trend continues.

I bet you were heartbroken,
just like Francine.

Yes, but my heart break
was missing breakfast.

I didn't murder anybody.

But you haven't spent
your whole career

advocating for free love.

Francine's obsession with Linda

made her look like a hypocrite

and write some
pretty awful poetry.

So, free love comes
at quite a cost.

Don't you think?

We didn't even have
the Pride of Erin

where I come from.

I think I'm more of a...
one-at-a-time kind of girl.

[ Whimsical music plays ]

I'm sorry, Birdie.

I'm a traitor to my own cause.

Oh, forget it.

We gave everyone a refund.

Do your worst.

Your poems.

I admit it.

I was madly in love with Linda.

How madly? What did you
do when you left the den?

You don't think I killed her.

I was jealous she
went off with Kenneth.

I sat by the pool and
cried for two hours,

hoping no one would
realize how pathetic I was.

You didn't make your
way towards the sauna?

Oh, I wish I had.

If I had gone to the sauna

instead of blubbering
by the pool,

I might have saved them.

Oh, why couldn't I just make do

with the occasional bad
boy, like Theo Pappas?

Bad boy?

The type no woman can refuse.

Rough trade,
criminal tendencies.

I'm sure that's what happened
to Kenneth's awful award.

Kenneth's award?

It disappeared the same night
this whole nightmare began.

[ Ominous music plays ]

Clean out your pockets, Pappas.

Fishing knife.

Mm.

Mick's Pawn Shop.

One gold-plated trophy.

What'd you hock for 5 pound?

Old footy prize. My
best days are behind me.

Eh, two convictions of
breaking and entering,

a recent charge
of armed robbery.

I'm inclined to agree with you.

I got off. The gun was a fake.

Another stinking rich
bastard who owed me.

Right, not dissimilar
to Kenneth Moore, yeah?

And so you stole his trophy.
And what else did you do to him?

I didn't steal anything.

Okay. Prove it.

You've got one hour
to redeem that trophy

and bring it to me.

Or I'll go there myself.

PEREGRINE: Hello.

Theo Pappas is definitely
hiding something.

- PEREGRINE: Really?
- I'll meet you on the corner

of Carvelle and Lower Esplanade.

[ Ominous music plays ]

THEO: Cops think I stole it!

So, if you don't want me to
tell them what really happened,

you better pay me to
clear out of town.

Come on.

200 pounds!

And if you don't
show in 20 minutes,

I'm squealing.

What's happening?

JAMES: He went into a pawnshop,
came out with Kenneth's award.

Made a call.

Looks like he's
waiting for someone.

Francine?

Maybe she got him to
do her dirty work.

Where's he gone?

[ Gasps ]

No, no, wait! Peregrine! Wait!

Stop, Theo! Stop!

Wait. Wait. No!

Police! Stop!

Oh! Aah! My mistake.

As you were. As you were.

[ Clears throat ]
Police. Sorry, sister.

- Sister.
- Sorry.

JAMES: As you were.

Wait! Theo!

JAMES: Pappas! Stop!

[ Tires screech ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Gasps ]

Forensics on the
hit and run, sir.

JAMES: Thank you.

MAN: It does have the car code.

- WOMAN: Excuse me, sir.
- Detective Steed.

JAMES: Major Harris,
how can I help you?

I hear you've been
grilling the wife.

That was just a chat.

She was telling the truth
about the cricket bat.

So, you know, someone
chucked it over the fence.

- Why do you think that?
- 'Cause I saw it.

Someone was making a racket
in the pool next door,

splashing about, and
woke me up about 11:30.

Did you see what that was?

It was a woman

in the altogether.

- So, a naked woman?
- Mm.

Was she the one
who threw the bat.

No, she was still by the pool
when I headed back inside.

That's when I caught a
glimpse of someone else

in the dark in the driveway,
and I heard a thump.

What time was that?

I'm not sure.

Well, how long did you stay
watching a woman by the pool?

About half an hour.

So, midnight, yeah.

But whoever it was
in the driveway,

they were wearing
something purple.

Thank you, Major.

PEREGRINE: I hope I didn't keep
you waiting too long, Pauline.

No, I just wanted to return
your plans personally.

Oh.

Thank you.

What a lovely design
this house was.

Your Aunt Phryne gave us
our first big commission.

- Oh.
- She understood absolutely.

Frank Lloyd Wright'S
functionality

scaled back for the
Australian suburbs.

She even encouraged me
to become an architect.

- Really?
- Oh, it was a passing fad.

That's how Kenneth and I
met all those years ago.

Oh.

I still can't believe he's gone.

Why don't you sit down?
I'll make you a drink.

Oh, I can't right now.
I-I need to get home.

Sorry.

But call me.

I will.

[ Ominous music plays ]

That's odd.

[ Upbeat music plays ]

Ah, Pauline, I'm
glad I caught you.

Sorry. I'm just in a
little bit of a hurry.

I just wanted to thank
you for these plans.

I didn't realize
they were finished.

- Where did you find them?
- In your file.

I need to go through
the others and sort out

where Kenneth left things.

I really need to get going
'cause I'm gonna miss my plane.

Maybe we can talk another time.

Looks like you ran into
something, Mrs. Moore.

Oh.

I think it's best we
chat now, Pauline.

About your lack
of acknowledgment.

You completed these
plans, not your husband.

You love my house
because youdesigned it.

It was yours.

What a lovely design
this house was.

You weren't in
your room all night

the evening Kenneth died.

When Theo Pappas
was taking a shower,

you went back downstairs.

- Because you promised!
- I know.

- It really isn't...
- It's never the right time!

Oh, calm down!

That award was mine.

I wanted him to give it back

and tell everybody
the truth, finally.

But no, he refused.

Said it would ruin
his reputation,

be the end of our business.

You left Kenneth in the
sauna for nearly two hours.

KENNETH: [ Screams ]
Help! Help! Please, help!

Turning up the radio to
drown out his cries for help.

When you went back to throw
the cricket bat over the fence,

you were the caftan that
Francine had left on the floor.

Theo Pappas saw you.

JAMES: You paid for silence.

Not enough.

He knew it would look suspicious
if he took off that night,

so he stayed.

Then he got greedy,
demanding more.

You didn't know that Linda
was in there, though, did you?

That's why you were
genuinely shocked.

PAULINE: Darling... [ Screams ]

[ Gasping ]

[ Voice breaking
] I had no idea.

I swear.

And I didn't want Kenneth
dead, not at first.

I just...

I just wanted him to suffer.

'Cause he took all my glory.

I didn't want to live
in his shadow anymore.

Why...

Why wouldn't he give me that?

[ Sobs ]

Why wouldn't he give me that?

BIRDIE: Oh!

Ahh! Ahh!

Oh!

Well, I have to admit,

your newfound coupledom
has certain advantages.

Mainly culinary.

I think it's high time you
two stop sneaking around

and Violetta moved into the club

to cook as much
pasta as you like.

- That goes without saying.
- [ Chuckles ]

Well, we appreciate the...
The policy shift, Birdie,

But Violetta won't be
staying over again.

Not for a little while.

Oh, why not?

We're waiting for Vatican II.

You're waiting for the
entire Catholic Church

to change its mind.

There is great hope the
council will bring changes

for modern Catholic
women all over the world.

God knows we need them.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Well, how long will that be?

- Hard to say.
- Roughly.

Vaguely.

Well, how long has
it taken this far?

- Two years.
- [ Coughs ]

Oh. Well, good
luck with that one.

Excuse me.

[ Melancholy music plays ]

[ Footsteps recede ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Music continues ]

Oh, hello. It's me.

How's your dig in Luxor?

How about tonight?

I thought we'd almost lost the
dinner table to your career.

Oh, only temporarily.

I'm a woman of many appetites.

That was what I was hoping.

Hmm.

[ Clears throat ]

- What are you hiding in there?
- Nothing. Nothing.

- What is it?
- No, it's nothing.

No, no! Stop! Stop! Stop!

- It's not how this goes.
- Mm.

Thank you.

No! No! No, no, Peregrine.
Peregrine, stop, stop, stop!

Oh!

That is serious.

Is it a bad idea?

[ Sighs ] No, I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

[ Sighs ]

Start again.

[ Sighs ]

Oh!

This was my mother's,

and we could get it
reset, if... if...

I don't know...
If you'd want it.

If you'd... want me.

Oh, James, it's beautiful.

Oh, wait, no.

You know that I
don't know anything

about farming or bush
dances or boarding school,

and I've never played
spin the bottle.

- That's fine.
- Well, that's a lie.

I have played spin the
bottle a few time...

Peregrine Fisher

you are the most

exciting woman that I know.

[ Both laugh ]

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes. Yes!

[ Laughs ]

- It's a date!
- [ Laughs ]

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Yes.

VIOLETTA: You're getting
married, Peregrine!

April Barrett's her name.

She's one of our best and
brightest trainee hostesses.

I considered being
an air hostess once,

mainly for all the free travel.

- No.
- What?!

- To you going undercover.
- Undercover.

I'm interviewing for
the hostess school.

Don't expect anyone to give
you a leg up, slender hips.

WOMAN: Easy.

Witnesses put you
together Monday night,

the night of April's murder.

I was 30,000 feet above

the Tasman at the time.

Who are you?

Just someone who likes to
get to the bottom of things.

[ Upbeat music plays ]