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- To Kenneth.
- Kenneth!

Officially the grooviest
architect of 1964.

You're too sweet to him, Linda.

Hey, Kenneth.

- Whoo!
- And to the woman by my side.

- To Kenneth.
- 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.

- 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.

Alright.

Do you need a hand, Linda?

Hey, cognacs?

♪ 'Course you got good love ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Love, love you ♪

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

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

- Bedroom?
- Bedroom.

- Ooh! Sorry!
- It's okay!

♪ Or in the midnight hours ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪

Sorry.
The zipper!

Hello!

Samuel's just evaporated...

...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.

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.

I am starving!

Now, have you tried... these?

Alright.
Keep your pants on!

- Hello, Pauline.
- Oh, Peregrine Fisher!

Sorry.
A bit of a late night.

And you look so bright and chirpy.

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!

Pauline, is that
supposed to be happening?

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

Men and their toys.

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

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

Kenneth, get out.

You're late.

Darling...

No! No!

I'm Detective James Steed
from Melbourne Police.

Can I have your full name?

Uh, of course.
It's Pauline Moore.

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

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.
- Thank you.

So, the wife has a boyfriend.

And maybe the husband had a girlfriend.

Right.

Yes. After you.

Look at her fingernails.

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

There's scratches
on the back of the door.

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.

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?

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.

It was only installed two weeks ago.

I never wanted Kenneth
to build that sauna.

He had heart troubles.

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!

Oh! What happened
to the record player?

I have no idea.

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

Has anyone seen Theo Pappas?

He said he had something better to do.

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.

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.

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.

And you're certain about the time?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

♪ 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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Just about the incident next...

What is going on here, woman?

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.

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.

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... He thinks they have funny ideas.

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.

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.

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!

Testing, testing.
One, two.

How did it go with Father Neroli?

Can you hear me? Violetta?

- Not very well.
- Oh.

What about now?!

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.

I know.
We can't help ourselves.

It's amazing!

Oh.

What if I converted and married you?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

What the bloody hell?

No, No, no, sir.

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.

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.

Please welcome our guest speaker,

celebrated author and poet
Francine Laroux.

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.

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!

- Good Lord.
- 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.

Thank you, Francine.

We just completely run out of time,

but that absolutely riveting.

Oh.

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

Why don't you put your clothes back on?

Alright?

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

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

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

Come on. Here we go.
Here we go.

Step, step, step.

Nice coffee?

"'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.

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.

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.

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.

Hello.

Theo Pappas is definitely
hiding something.

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

of Carvelle and Lower Esplanade.

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?

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?

No, no, wait!
Peregrine! Wait!

Stop, Theo! Stop!

Wait. Wait. No!

Police! Stop!

Oh! Aah!
My mistake.

As you were.
As you were.

Police.
Sorry, sister.

- Sister.
- Sorry.

As you were.

Wait! Theo!

Pappas! Stop!

Forensics on the hit and run, sir.

Thank you.

It does have the car code.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Detective Steed.

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.

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.

That's odd.

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.

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.

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.

Darling...

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?

Why wouldn't he give me that?

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.

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.

Oh.
Well, good luck with that one.

Excuse me.

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.

- 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?

No, I'm sorry.

Sorry. Sorry.

Start again.

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.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes. Yes!

It's a date!

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

Yes.

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.

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.