All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders S23E04 - Dressed to Kill 1080P x264 RB58

Five, six, seven, eight and zut.

And zee, zee.

And come on, Evelyn.

Trample with the big plates.
Pose.

Over again.

Wonderful!

Look at me.

Here is Nelly!

Nelly...!

Nigel!

Yes, yes, ladies.
Keep the wigs on.

- No forget it.
- Right on cue.

Then I'll be there.

- It just works, I can see.
- What a Karen.

- Whose calls are you hiding?
- What does it matter to you?

Do you need help or drop out
we just like a bad joke?

And settle for your domino tournament?
I don't think so.

Besides, it's for charity.
What's your problem, Lois?

You. This.

Men in women's clothing works
just so aggressive right?

- Men's worst idea about women.
- Says the woman with the scowl...!

So. I said it.

Maybe it plays with the gender norms.
Have you thought about it?

And I am a woman.

You can always strike a balance, Lois.
Came as dragking.

It could work.

- Better stick dominoes in the eyes.
- We can handle that. Good, from the front.

A bunch of bloated, disguised losers.

Do you never give up? I have said what
I think. Actions have consequences.

CRIMINAL COMMISSIONER BARNABY

DRESSED FOR MURDER

After you, boss.

Nothing.

Well, though. The theater and film legend.

- Who did everything for wine and women.
- It happens easily.

Can I imagine.

It's hardly cryogenetics, is it?

It's not, no. The victim got
a strong blow to the left temple.

- Is that the cause of death?
- I will only know that in the laboratory.

Chief...
Her name is Lois Springfield.

Single, owner of Suds, Zaps and Zips,
the village's local dry cleaners.

- Do washing, cleaning and alterations.
- Who found her?

The owner, Gill Templeton,
and an employee, Chantelle Dawlish.

There was a rehearsal for the show tomorrow.
The actors are waiting in the bar.

- Let's start with the owner.
- Was she a drag queen?

No, then.

The dress is just thrown on.
She is wearing her clothes under it.

So the killer has
dressed her up post mortem.

No queen would lay
makeup like that.

I once made up
half of a drag duo.

"Ava Hart-Byrne"...

We made a wild version
by "Relight My Fire".

- Ava Hart-Byrne and ...?
- Morgan Donor.

Lovely guy. Colin.
With the most beautiful legs.

I have never seen a man
look better in lycra.

He could have reached the top,
but had other plans.

Now he's the boss
for the Scottish Health Board.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- Do you want something?
- A glass of water, please.

Barnaby and Winter, the police.
Mrs. Templeton?

I do not get it.

- That's horrible.
- I met at 11 and found her.

- Did you know Miss Springfield well?
- Yes. She ran the dry cleaners for years.

- The center of the village.
- Family?

No. Only child.
Never married or had children.

- What was Miss Springfield doing here?
- She was preparing her domino tournament.

- For the charity event?
- Yes and no.

Each year the city council appoints,
led by Lois, a worthy cause -

- and votes
about a support arrangement for it.

And this year...

...were they kind enough to...

...would raise funds for
to get my son, Rocco, to America.

- He has leukemia.
- I am sorry to hear that.

I am overwhelmed by the care.
It is costly -

- but there is a new treatment on it
a clinic in Florida. That's where he's going.

So she agreed to the event
despite the domino tournament?

It's urgent for Rocco,
so this was the earliest possible date.

- It just fell on top of the tournament.
- But Lois agreed to it.

- Or she was voted down.
- Yes.

Do you and your son live here?

- Then we also have to talk to Rocco.
- Sure. If he's okay.

- Does anyone else live here?
- No.

If you mean mr. Templeton,
it is long gone.

- Don't you have clients today?
- Yeah.

I got a cancellation so I went for a run.
It will be late tonight.

I have some things to sort out.
So forget dinner.

Is it another
of your unfinished projects?

- You know I like to be busy.
- Dickie...

I know where you were last night.

Your smart new racing bike.
I call that a midlife crisis.

Midway?
So I am in my prime.

Now don't make it a habit. Get yourself one
proper hobby. Golf or something like that.

- Do you mean it, Nige?
- Quiet now. I drown my sorrows.

None for me, please.
Who is the other one for?

- I am very, very shaken.
- You couldn't stand Lois.

- Now don't pretend.
- Get on your stilettos, ladies.

The streams are here.
Good afternoon. Let me present:

Gay. Straight. The cisgender.

And me. Whatever the hell I am.
Thief and wandering troubadour.

A poor jester,
basking in the limelight.

"We are of the same substance,
of which dreams are made."

“And our short lives
enveloped in a sleep."

Prospero.

- I'm an actor.
- Yes. I know about your... career.

Ophelia Crotchet.

Detective Inspector Barnaby.
Detective Winter.

So you were all here when it happened?
Did you see Lois Springfield?

- She poked her head in.
- To that extent. At 10.30 am.

- She marked herself and left again.
- You didn't care about her?

Well done, Mr.
Is it some kind of sixth sense?

- No, we heard the conversation when we arrived.
- It was Lois who didn't care about us.

- I am just saying.
- What did you do when she was gone?

- We practiced until the lights went out.
- And how long was it gone?

Half an hour's time.
Shawn Dawlish, Electrician.

- Did others leave the room?
- I changed the keg.

- Do you work here?
- No, for heaven's sake.

But I have become a fixture here.

Drag, domino, keg change...

I span all worlds
like a colossus.

- And I checked my phone.
- I sewed my dream costume.

- Dream on, scumbag.
- Speaking of which... I have to get on with it.

Saw or heard someone
something suspicious?

I did. I saw that was alarming
low water in the stock in the basement.

Nigel!

- Sorry, ma'am.
- What in heaven's name is going on?

Hopefully no problems
with the domino tomorrow.

- Nigel!
- It is mother who wants her beer.

A small problem, I'm afraid.
May I ...?

I'm coming, mom.

- You shouldn't be up.
- What's going on?

- Have you taken your medicine?
- What's going on, mom?

Something has happened.

It's Lois.

She has been killed.

- Is my evening cancelled?
- No, then.

You shouldn't
break your little head with.

Miss Springfield's body was mangled
in drag. Does that mean anything to you?

No, really. "Mayed out" and "drag"
in the same sentence? Unthinkable.

It was a joke.
I don't even dare to think about the sight.

It makes no sense.
Unless it's an allusion.

"Killer Queens" and all that.
It wouldn't be the first time.

- How?
- I'm being trolled. Also Evelyn.

And not of a hideous creature,
who lives under a bridge.

- How long has it been going on?
- From the time we started the preparations.

We must have access to yours
social media to track it.

Gladly. Sometimes I wonder
that I left London.

A broken heart before you ask.

A successful lawyer. Liked.

A little too well-liked, it turned out.

So I went here to lick
my wounds. Moved in with Evelyn.

- Not in the biblical sense. Do you understand?
- Sure.

She has blue theater blood in her veins.
Farmad is an impresario in London.

- But unfortunately he's not up for it.
- And were you well received here?

When you dress like I do,
one does not expect a warm welcome.

- And Lois Springfield's temperature?
- Below zero.

Had someone else here
a problem with her?

Maybe Richard... Dickie Dent.

Local physiotherapist.
Rival domino maniac.

They were like cat and dog.
So, they argued.

His clinic is just around the corner
On the other side of the road.

- Does a female drag queen confuse you?
- No. One of my good friends was.

AFAB queen, bioqueen,
divaqueen, faux, hyper...

It's a sore spot for Malik, but I
I identify as a cisgender woman.

- Drag is an art form.
- And Lois didn't mean that?

At least Lois was honest.
She lived authentically -

- and happily bothered everyone.
There were no secrets with her.

There are no secrets in life.
Only hidden truths.

- That's what my father always said.
- And what is your hidden truth?

Some cannot hide their feelings.
Malik suggested Lois go into drag.

She replied that she would rather stab
dominoes in the eyes. And he said...

"We can handle that."

But he certainly didn't mean it.

Has anyone told you
that you have perfect cheekbones?

And have buttocks like coconuts?
I peeked earlier.

You would be a splendid queen.

- Is it possible to talk to Rocco now?
- He's actually sleeping.

Maybe when he wakes up
if it is okay.

Sorry, I'm late on this one.
Or are you early?

Do more stretches. They had
clearly trouble straightening yourself out.

- In no way. Richard Dent?
- I prefer Dickie.

Try cycling.

Detective Inspector Barnaby. I may
talk to you about Lois Springfield.

- What has the old harlot done now?
- She is dead. Or rather killed.

Earlier this morning. Can you explain
for your journey today?

Yes. I got a cancellation
and went for a walk. A bath, and then here.

- So between 10.30 and 11 you were...
- Out for a run.

- Did you get along well with Lois?
- You know the answer to that very well.

No. I didn't hide it either.
She was on edge with everyone.

- Also drag queens?
- Yes, it was a drama in itself.

- What was the reason for you?
- Dominoes. The sport of kings.

- It's a gallop then.
- Not here.

Me, Lois and Norinda Bellamy
have each had our teams for years.

- And the feud wasn't about anything else?
- No. I was upset about the seeding.

Lois seeded her team
over mine and Norinda's.

I see.

THIEF

We need to talk to Rocco Templeton
as soon as possible, but tread carefully.

Yes. The clinic in Florida is, by the way
good enough. They are pioneers in the field.

Why did the killer undress her?
As a clue?

Or as a message.

After all, men have dressed up
as women for generations.

- Les Dawson, Paul O'Grady...
- RuPaul.

Except Lois's distaste for drag
and rivalry with Dickie Dent -

- so what do we know?

Her finances were in order.
Business was going well. City council chairman...

Check the city council meeting minutes -

- and see if there were dislikes
discrepancies. It often is.

Everyone who was at the test,
had the opportunity to murder her.

After all, Malik threatened to stab
dominoes in her eyes.

Or so someone would have us believe,
that it was him.

What comments were there
on Malik's social media?

Various.
And not just from our trolls.

There were attacks from several sides.
Also from people who thought -

- that drag queens make fun of
the heterosexual narrative.

The troll calls himself "Superman-N-Me".
The technicians are trying to track down the person.

- Other things?
- Yes, actually...

- Regarding my annual MUS...
- So nothing urgent. Fine.

How thoughtless of Lois. I would
confront her about her seeding.

- Mom, she's dead.
- How it looks like her.

Well, this is for you.

Is Ava Hart-Byrne making a comeback?

Stranger things have happened. But no.

- Is the stiletto the cause of death?
- No, it knocked her out.

Size 41-42, narrow, handmade.
Unfortunately no fingerprints.

The cause of death
was suffocation with the corset -

- was tightened.
The victim was suffocated.

Symbolic, perhaps?
Would someone silence her?

The dominoes are standard pieces.
Nothing special. But there is something else.

I found the piece of cloth here on a window
between the pub and the residence.

Maybe from a drag queen? But why
were they going to climb in through a window?

- I'll leave that to you to figure out.
- Vandalism has been committed in the dry cleaners.

- Let's look at it.
- I would like to prepare...

Yes, yes.

Prepare to fail... Well.

I didn't think this was open
after that with Lois.

The show must go on, taxes.
And you can't live on charity.

You can't really do that either
of this. I'm ahead of my time.

Lois had this
certainly not dreamed of.

Typical that the insidious witch tries
to overshadow me at the last minute.

- It's bad enough with Nigel.
- Mr. Payne.

They threatened Lois Springfield this morning.
Will you explain yourself?

Hand melee at a safe distance...
My tongue is my only weapon.

Killing someone is bullshit.
I risk ruining my nails.

- And this is the ticket sales?
- Yes.

Olivia Dent. City council treasurer, drama teacher,
book worm. Terrible with Lois.

- Yes. Are you related to Dickie Dent?
- He's my husband.

- Are you on his domino team?
- No, godfather. I'm not into dominoes.

Your husband said he ran
this morning between 10.30 and 11.

- Is it correct?
- He then came home sweating.

- Is it part of the curriculum for the students?
- I hope to set it up.

Maybe next year. I have persuaded
Nigel to revive his Romeo.

- Nigel Bellamy? Like Romeo?
- It's an old dream.

And when Nigel returned home, we talked
about that. It could be his comeback.

God help us.
Be careful what you wish for, my girl.

Peaks of fame
is not very dizzying. Believe me.

Are you a drama teacher
involved in the drag show?

Only as a friend of the house. The important
I'll leave it to the pros here.

One more thing:
What size shoes do you wear?

Is it a leading question?

- 41-42. Does it help?
- Yes. Do you have a sparkly, pink stiletto?

There are a couple in the prop room.
They've been there all week.

- Is it yours?
- No.

In fact, such a one was used
to knock out Louis Springfield.

No. Pink shoes are not me.
Too tacky.

- Excuse me, but is it my turn?
- Why do you think so?

I don't know... I'm the queen after all.

I worked here part time but came
just to finish my costume.

We otherwise understood that Miss Springfield
was not much for queens.

True. But she needed help, she saw
tolerated me. But I was told for it.

- Any surveillance cameras?
- Lois felt safe enough without it.

She, like people, knew better,
than they knew themselves.

Why write "Thief" on the floor?

I do not know.

Lois had a boring reputation
to go into people's pockets.

She knew everyone's dirty laundry.
Literally.

Did it apply to anyone in particular?

Does this mean anything to you?

- Chan? Are you there?
- Yes.

That's your joke, right?
Do you seriously want to do that?

I support you being trans. But
why expose yourself in public?

- Why though?
- Why not?

- For Gill's, Rocco's and my own sake.
- What about me? Am I not counting?

This is about me, Chan.
I thought you were okay with that.

I am.

- At home. Private.
- But not in public?

I'm not ashamed, Chan.
And you shouldn't do that either.

Winter, check all the surveillance around
the dry cleaners. One more task on the list.

The technicians have traced the troll's
mobile account... Rocco Templeton.

He has trolled people,
that supports his treatment.

On with the glove. We have sample. And one
triple espresso. No, quadruple.

- How are things, Nigel?
- Better than ever, dear Liv.

- Are you on licorice?
- I Resign. We have to cancel!

Cancel? Cancel? If you cancel,
do I want revenge so cruelly...

What I want to do…
What... What is it now?

"... is not yet clear. But that
shall become a terror to our land."

As she said.
Well, we do it for Rocco.

Olivier never canceled.
He performed throughout the Blitz.

Gielgud was Hamlet for three days
after an appendectomy.

- They were legends.
- Me too.

My Pale Beak stayed
compared to O'Toole.

O'Toole? Or unbearable?

And weren't you banned from the West End?
That's why you returned home last year.

Yes yes, but think of what we can achieve.
Do you want to risk your professional reputation?

- At least I have one, honey.
- I should...

Nigel, maybe we can
chat a bit later...

Soon. I promise. But I have to hurry.
See you over there. Tout de suite.

I know what you have done.

I don't get into that thing.
I'm not an old person.

No, but you are a sick boy,
that needs fresh air.

I'm not a boy.

Sorry. We'll make it short.
But you were in the building -

- when Lois Springfield was killed.

Did you see or hear
something suspicious?

No. I had headphones on
to drown out the samples.

Are you okay with these drag queens,
who helps you?

Of course. Why not?

Because rude messages have been sent
to Malik and Evelyn from your mobile.

I lost it several weeks ago.
Someone must have stolen it.

It's a new one.
With a new number.

To be able to control who can
contact Rocco. He needs to rest.

- Are the ticket sales enough for Rocco's trip?
- Not quite. It requires donations.

Nigel has donated a lot of memorabilia,
people can bid. That should help.

Are there other clinics in the world
like the one in Florida?

No, it is unique.
There is no other like it.

One more thing... Do you know why anyone
would accuse Lois of being a thief?

No. Not at all.

Thanks.

Come on, get into it.

- Is Rocco telling the truth about his mobile phone?
- Maybe. But his mother controls him.

- She is probably worried because he is ill.
- You can also be too worried.

She gets over it a bit.

- Well? Which one do you choose?
- Forget it. What number do you want to do?

"Are 'Friends' Electric" or "Electric
Avenue". Or "High Voltage".

- I can't sing.
- That doesn't stop me. You can mime.

Suddenly sofa works,
snacks and television tempting.

- At last!
- Merry Christmas.

- Are you good with electricity?
- Shawn helped.

- Are you going to try on a costume, honey?
- I hope so.

Do you recognize this one? Has someone
a torn garment?

Mr. Dawlish?

Rocco.

What do you want, Chantelle?

Chantelle...

We have found this scrap of fabric.
It was stuck in a window here.

According to your father, it's from one of his
shirts you wear. Can you explain?

- I had nothing to do with Lois.
- She wanted to visit me.

- Why is that, though?
- Mrs. Templeton, I'm begging you.

Because...

- Because we are lovers.
- No, you are not.

Since when?
You are not well, Rocco.

What were you thinking?

- You can't have boyfriends.
- I'm sick, but not dead.

That is precisely why we said nothing.
We knew she wouldn't take it for granted.

- No, of course not.
- We have done nothing wrong.

That doesn't explain you breaking in.
You must then have access everywhere.

- Ask the gnawing pot there.
- I'll do whatever it takes for Rocco.

- Remember that, both of you.
- How could we forget it?

It's for your own sake. It applies
about getting him to Florida and getting well.

Nothing else. Nothing.
You know that very well.

I have to break in because she
locks him in the room all day.

Then it's good.
Go away. And stay away.

- Are you firing me?
- Yes. Get lost. And stay away from my son.

Don't drive her away like you did
with father. Because you were jealous of Lois.

The truth hurts, huh?

See for yourself. Disappear and stay away.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.
Leave me alone.

Impressive.

- You were clearly talented.
- And look at me now.

Nonsense. You will soon be in top form again.

Do you really lock your son up,
Mrs. Templeton?

No not at all.
It's nonsense.

Silly teenage drama.

What did Rocco mean,
that you were jealous of Lois?

His father left us.
There had been rumours.

About your husband and Lois Springfield?

Did you believe them?

I do not know. I confronted him.
He refused, but slipped anyway.

- Why haven't you mentioned it?
- It's all in the past.

Lois and I were good friends.

And yet uses the pub
a dry cleaners in Great Auburn.

Although Lois' is right next door.

We have rooms.
Bed linen, duvets.

More than Lois' company could handle.
Now if you want me to excuse you.

Meet me at 20

Where?

Are you coming in for the test? I have
never seen you hesitate in front of a pub before.

- Are you okay?
- Not really.

I have received a letter.

- Boss, can we talk about my...
- Songs about unrequited love.

We must have found out everything about ours
drag queens, their shows and followers.

Think of it as research.

Hello!

Is there anything I should know?

And I forgot to ask,
how Jamie was doing.

- Which one?
- His MOUSE.

- He has been worried about it.
- Me too. I hate that kind of thing.

- So it's important, John.
- I have been busy.

I know.

Well, but I am also to be found
at the King's Arms later tonight.

I met an excited Olivia Dent. She
will direct Nigel Bellamy next year.

- I didn't know you were friends.
- More loose acquaintances.

She also applied for the position of inspector.
She was delighted that I got it.

- Not everything is a competition.
- Not that?

dickie...
You lost this one.

- Are you ready for tonight?
- To that extent. The winner clears the table.

Jacket, bag, keys, check.

So let's get started, team.
You don't look too wild.

I see your team building is going well.

Jamie! We were just talking about
that John should keep his door open more.

It always is.

With safe boundaries, clear speech
and transparency. Not true?

As Sarah pointed out,
a team works best -

- when we have the freedom to try,
to succeed and to fail.

- And then you have to be able to communicate...
- Someone tried to kill Malik Payne.

Look forward though
instead of standing there babbling. Came.

- Did you recognize the car that ran you down?
- No.

It was black and battered and...
Sorry. It all went so fast.

- I'm not really into cars.
- Was the driver male or female?

Mostly nonbinary.

I didn't see anyone.

What were you doing so far from the village?

On top of that nightmare day, I needed
air, not to be assassinated.

Maybe that person would
just warning you.

About what?
And then how about talking together?

Someone is trying to put up obstacles
in the way of the show.

Maybe one of the domino players.
In that case, we queens must stand firm.

- "We queens"...
- Yes, we queens. You know it.

Do not worry.
We are like that all the time.

It's just good-natured banter.

- It's not about queens, is it?
- It fits the troll.

Forget it. This is something else.
I've always been trolled.

I was trolled before there were trolls.

If this is about something else,
so what could it be?

I really have no idea.

Mr. Payne is lying to us.
We must conclude his past and present.

About the dry cleaner caught a camera
on a passing bus the burglary.

Well done.
I'll have a chat with mrs. Bellamy.

- Was it just pants?
- No.

All kinds of underwear.
Every time I turned in laundry -

- something mysteriously disappeared.

- I regularly had to go braless.
- Spare us the details, mother.

So you broke in, turned the place upside down
and wrote on the floor.

- How about a discreet inquiry?
- I'm not the discreet type.

- And that is the principle.
- It's also burglary.

When mom gets a good idea,
so keep your distance.

And how else did you get out of it
with Miss Springfield?

Roughly. But she invited
me not on his team.

- Her domino team?
- Then I had to make my own.

"Norinda's Tile Mixers".

Before we can play more little games,
may we charge you.

You can do what you want -

- as long as I'm ready for the tournament.

Over here, everyone.
Free secco... Well, there we have them.

Come, have a glass.

The arrangement is bottomless, so to speak.

All that audacity. Yum.

And here come the assholes.

Domino Dickie?

Or is it Dominatrix Dickie?
A drink, honey?

- Your manner invites trouble.
- Problems?

Yes, you know all about that
with your sneaky little way of life.

Sir. criminal assistant. Do you have
Changed your mind about going on stage?

- Sorry.
- A shame.

This job is a waste of you.
Pure waste. Not true?

Specific.

May I take advantage of his delicious hands,
while he sniffs around?

- Patrolling the room, I mean.
- Gladly.

Well then make yourself useful,
unless you want to…

- I am happy to leave the dominoes to you.
- Fine. So open your eyes.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it was me.

Rocco...! You're not ready.
Came. Here you go.

- I'm not going.
- You have to.

- It's all about you.
- No, about you. I'm just the pretext.

I'm too sick to do anything
anything, but fast enough for this?

What if I got hold of Chantelle?

Do you want to come?

I try. Get ready.
I text her.

So, ladies.
Electric Dreams presents…

Oh my gosh. I've seen a bit of everything,
but the one who is…

Magnificent. Absolutely gorgeous!

Come here, girls.
Come on, Davina.

People must have an unforgettable evening.

We're almost ready out there. You vomit
again, as they say. Good luck.

Are you ready for the show?
Where is Jamie?

In the party room. Bucket jans.
Are you here too, Fleur?

Naturally.
That's just my cup of champagne.

Sarah. Ophelia Crochet.

- Dave.
- He's very cheerful, isn't he?

- The pleasure is mine, Sarah.
- And mine. Ava Hart-Byrne.

Just my type of woman.

Bye...
Enjoy the show, sissy.

Welcome. This way.

Let me die.

- They are eating us alive.
- I hope so.

Tighten your butt, girls. We are on.
That goes for you too, DeeDee DeWinter.

- How about shaking your ass a little?
- You can still reach a small number.

"I Fought the Law"?

I'll settle for the bucket.
I just have to keep an eye out.

You guys look amazing by the way.

- Don't you want me broken and broken?
- Good luck.

My honored guests...
No gender excepted.

Welcome to
this very special evening.

I know you're thinking
that the scene seems a little limp.

But don't worry. I can
easily get something up.

Right, detective?
And you should know, if you're wondering...

The bags under my eyes
are specially designed.

Oversize, exclusive,
very expensive...

I'm so nervous!
Can you feel it?

But then...

Just a glimpse of you, Wintersnut,
and everything is fine again.

Such! We take the lead.

You're in luck, here's Nelly!

Well. Plenty of time for a comeback.

I have a 20 minute break.
Nobody beats my mother. Even or double?

Top.

- Flip the dice, Dickie.
- That's how it should sound, my boy.

And now, just this one night -

- or maybe not...
Welcome Davina Delish.

That's how quickly he comes
otherwise never to the pockets.

Come on, Shawnie.
Show some leg.

Alcoholics should remain anonymous.

And these legs
are by the way too good for you.

Hello? Yes. Moment.

Come on ...!

Damn!

You brats!

And remember, folks:
It's great to be queen.

And can I have an "amen"?

That is my dad!

Keep calm, everyone.

- Did anyone leave the room before the lights went out?
- I did not see that. Malik has lied.

- Okay. Where are Sarah and Fleur?
- They must still be in there.

- Why am I here?
- We talk to everyone.

But you were in the background,
and you had time when the light had gone.

- Who had access to the wardrobe?
- Everyone. There is access from the outside.

We are the ones being trolled.
They are clearly after us.

Lois was mauled grotesquely. Evelyn...

...is dead.

- Evelyn, whom you disapproved of.
- Seriously?

We had a complex relationship.
That doesn't make me a murderer.

Do I look like a
Who would kill because of a dress?

Don't answer it.

What I mean is...
Yes, we had our differences.

But unlike anyone out there
we accept them and live with them.

- We don't kill each other.
- Nice setting.

- Then why don't you believe me?
- Because you have lied to us.

They didn't explain what you were supposed to do,
when they were tried to run down.

And you didn't leave London out of heartbreak.
They left London -

- because your roommate and lover
accused you of theft and violence.

We tracked down the indictment.
The case is still ongoing.

So... The truth, please.

Every story has two sides.

I'm not proud of what I did
or didn't but…

But now I stay
blackmailed because of it.

- Someone threatened to publish it.
- Unless...?

Have no idea. We should meet.

Down by the meadow.
I was on my way when I was run over.

How did you get the messages?
Not on your social media.

- By SMS.
- We have to check that.

Why haven't you said this?

Because I'm ashamed.

I'm starting over here.
I like it.

I finally feel like I fit in.
That it makes sense to stay here.

Maybe I even can
live happily ever after.

- Shall we arrest Mr. Payne?
- No, we'll let him run.

The text messages were from a mobile
with talktime card.

Is the blackmailer also our murderer?

But why should the blackmailer
try to run him down?

No, exactly.

We must try to find the owner of the van.

- And who goes after our drag queens.
- Now who do you want to interrogate?

Oh, give me my overly firm flesh
could melt away -

- dissolves like a dew...

Her light was extinguished far too soon,
and all that we had…

Yes Yes. I understand you are shaken.

But yesterday I saw you arguing
with Miss Hardy.

What kind of beast am I?
mangled, deformed wreck?

A rather florid one.
Please speak straight out of the bag.

Yes yes...

I have been a pariah in the industry
for years. In fact, for decades.

Evelyn got me going again. We planned
to tour with "Romeo and Juliet".

Yes I know,
I'm a somewhat intoxicated Romeo.

But McKellen
played Hamlet in his eighties.

Where did the tour go? Big cities around?
Rome, Milan, Paris ...?

Not that I know of. London was
on the wallpaper, but none of those places.

And what was the argument about?

I got a letter from her father.
Evelyn established contact.

He was willing to finance us.
I went into reverse. It scared me.

I told Evelyn,
that I didn't dare... Shot in the sink.

- A failure.
- And what did Miss Hardy say?

She tried to persuade me. She praised
me. And said she would support me.

Because that's how she is.

Was...

So you guys fought because she believed you?

She dared the fur for me.
It meant an incredible amount.

Look at me, Mr. I'm an open book.
I wouldn't be able to hide anything.

We collected enough. More than enough.
Now I can book plane tickets.

- It's getting close.
- We can't leave.

- Not after what happened.
- Yes, exactly. That's what everyone said.

This must not stop it,
Evelyn and everyone else worked for.

We have to go. For their sake.

I want to see Chantelle.
Where is my cell phone?

Have no idea.
But this is not the right time.

- Something from the city council minutes?
- A dog's home outside the butcher's.

And there is a shortage of wild apples this year.
But otherwise...

- Lead on. What about the van?
- Maybe.

The tire tracks are characteristic
and fits an older Transit.

No used car dealers have
sold one, but we are checking the scrap yards.

- There can't be many left.
- And something else...

All villagers social media
has been finely combed.

Our troll has consistently
spelled "homophobia" wrong...

In a message of support for our queens -

- spells Chantelle Dawlish
that too wrong.

Okay ...! You did well last night.

- Is it about Evelyn?
- More about trolling.

And the messages you probably sent
to Malik Payne and Evelyn Hardy.

- I'm not in at all.
- Try the stiff sticks in the village.

- My daughter is not homophobic.
- She is no eagle at spelling either.

- Chantelle, better say it yourself.
- That...

- It was me, father.
- Why? I do not understand...

- You thought it was fine last night.
- But not earlier.

You shouldn't associate with them.
I wanted them to cancel -

- so you didn't become part of it.

It should help your partner. Why
use his cell phone to sabotage it?

I just made up my mind to take it.
I didn't think the messages were being tracked.

And it's not about queens.
It never has.

- You don't understand...
- Maybe I understand more than you think.

Your username, "Superman-N-Me"…
This is about your father, isn't it?

I didn't want him exposing himself.
I didn't want to hear the mockery afterwards.

That people would say that mother slipped,
because he is trans. Because she did.

Do you think she slipped
because I'm trans?

No... I don't know, Dad.
You never talked about it.

That wasn't why she slipped.

She found another man.

I said nothing because you didn't
should blame her for something.

So you let me believe
was it because of you?

I didn't know you thought that.

It is up to mr. Payne,
whether he wants to report it.

It'll be fine, Rocco.
Send an ambulance.

Elverton-Cum-Latterly... Is your mother
at the pub? On the green, yes.

It is urgent.

Rocco? Where is your mother?

We have to get Gill.

- Liv, it's not what you think...
- Rocco has collapsed.

He needs you.

- It's not what it seems.
- It is to a large extent.

You're an ass with ears, Dickie.

Rocco...!

What happened?
What are you doing here?

- Who called the ambulance?
- I did that.

- How could you be so stupid?
- Your son needs help.

Not at all.
I'll take care of him. Nobody else.

Leave my son alone.
Leave him alone, I said.

- I'll handle the rest.
- He must at least be watched.

No.

They just make it worse.
I have his medicine.

He just needs to calm down before we do
going to Florida. The clinic is waiting.

I have known about the affair for a long time. I am
not stupid. He always had "projects".

But he deserves it too
an attempt to find happiness.

Nigel and Evelyn also planned
to stage "Romeo and Juliet".

Did you know that?
You didn't mind?

Not really. I turned
just some ideas with Nigel.

And perfectly fine that he ended
with Evelyn and her father.

She was so excited when she told
me that. It was great to see.

I'm just glad that Nigel
comes back where he belongs.

- Winter?
- I have found the scrap dealer.

The van was bought in cash
under a false name for spare parts.

Meet me at Dents. I want to speak
with a man about a project.

We are here regarding your van.

I followed Malik,
when he left the house.

- Because?
- I don't like drag queens.

It is not politically correct,
but true.

- They are masculine bastards.
- Well, not Evelyn Hardy.

- They didn't care about Malik.
- No. And I stand by that.

- The event was a disgrace.
- Fortunately, not everyone thinks so.

Almost all my clients rave about,
how splendid those scum are.

- Does it also apply to Gill Templeton?
- My private life is none of your business.

She must then crush them
with their support for her son.

You were out running when your domino rival
Miss Springfield was murdered.

And you were at the King's Arms last night,
when the lights went out.

- Did they kill Lois or Evelyn?
- No. I just gave Malik a rap.

- They tried to run him down.
- I have told what I know.

I said,
this has nothing to do with me.

I bought the van as a pretext.
So Olivia thought I renovated it.

Malik tickled me. He sensed
enough my disgust and poked at it.

I just wanted to give back. it was not
planned. I just wanted to scare him.

Earlier you said that almost everyone
think those drag queens are gorgeous.

Who else didn't care for them?

Lois, of course.
But especially Norinda Bellamy.

Take mr. Dent along and target him.

I'm talking to mrs. Bellamy.
I just want to check something first.

- Well, have you freed my panties?
- Not exactly.

But I have read some court documents
from Malik Payne's time in London.

So I'm not the only one.
They have been in them too. Why?

- What have you done now?
- Another good idea?

Has your mother
a mobile phone with a talktime card?

She used it for that
to blackmail mr. Payne.

So what? My son deserves
much better than this. Look at him.

Film premieres, red carpets,
gala performances...

And now he has to make a move
in a valuation in Elverton-Cum-Latterly.

- Do you have a problem with that?
- No.

It's humiliating.
He is a star.

And you blame Mr. Payne,
so you blackmailed him?

He just had to stop
and leave my boy alone.

And not just professionally.
Stop it. The boy is hot for you.

It is obvious to everyone
except you.

I just wanted Malik
wanted to get away with all his drag talk.

So my boy could focus
on his real career.

- And otherwise ...?
- Would I expose him to the whole world.

Oh Nigel…

You are worth more than once
community hall dilettante.

That's where you're wrong, Mom. I was
too broken down to perform.

The "drag prat" has given me
my life back.

You must then go out and live your dream.

I do! Or did…

Evelyn's father wanted to invest
in my impending comeback.

I am waiting for the clinic in Florida
finds Rocco's journal.

- They hesitate because it is confidential.
- Pressure on.

But I found it here.

City council chairman
Lois Springfield voted…

... for the drag event. But
she hated drag after all. Why then?

- Maybe due to local pressure.
- Evelyn Hardy's autopsy report.

The cause of death was well
electric shock with many volts?

Electric shock, yes. Many volts, no.
It is the amperage that makes the difference.

It turns out that the eel of the dress
was held together with trouser elastic.

- It is often used by mature women.
- Maybe became mrs. Bellamy's clothes stolen.

Okay. Thanks.

The clinic in Florida never heard
about Rocco or Gill Templeton.

They have no agreements with him
of any kind.

- Why lie about his son's illness?
- Money.

And if Lois and Evelyn found out,
can that explain they were killed.

- Is Rocco complicit?
- We will see.

I'm talking to Rocco.
Keep an eye on mrs. Templeton.

It is locked.
I'm locked in.

Are you okay?

So your mom actually locks you up?

- Has something happened?
- I must ask her about your condition.

I'm 16. No kid.
If it's about me, ask me.

When did your illness begin?

- A year and a half ago. Why?
- What were the symptoms?

Lethargy... Strong fluctuating pulse.

My tongue swelled up. Then they took
blood tests. That's how I got the diagnosis.

Who told you about the diagnosis?
The doctor?

No, mom did. I was too sick
to take her to the hospital.

What about afterwards
scans and checks?

Mother would spare me,
so she talked to the doctors herself.

Why do you ask?

Because your medication
is not against leukemia.

In fact, it should be avoided in blood disorders.
Like nuts, chocolate and grapes.

Otherwise, they can worsen the condition.

What's going on? Is everything OK?

- They have no right to seek out Rocco.
- In this case, yes.

- We were worried about him.
- We just have a few questions.

- He needs me.
- More need to talk to others.

We have checked.
Your son does not have leukemia.

He, on the other hand, has a mother,
which makes him ill.

Mother? Let go of me.
Tell me what's going on.

- I just wanted your best.
- How can it be his best?

And you didn't have to go to any clinic,
for he is not ill.

I would explain when we were there.
Rocco has always dreamed of America.

We were going there with his father, but he
slipped. He said I was possessive.

I don't want to lose my second love
also. Rocco's dream must be fulfilled.

- So you were happy to accept the donations?
- I don't understand... I'm sick.

You have anemia. Nothing else.

You took dad's disappearance so hard. I
would help you feel better.

Did you poison me?
Made me think I was terminally ill?

It was only supposed to be a short time.
But then the village took action.

And the sicker Rocco got,
the more people supported us. I was tempted.

A new life. A fresh start.
Elsewhere.

- Did Lois and Evelyn know the message?
- No. Nobody knew anything.

None.

Rocco...
Trust me, I wouldn't hurt you.

Mrs. Templeton.
I have to ask you something else.

We discovered that Lois Springfield voted
for the drag event in the city council.

Even if she hated it.
Why did she do that?

I'm not sure.
But the election ended up standing -

- between drag queens
and "Romeo and Juliet".

Why would Lois hate “Romeo
and Julie" more than drag queens?

Maybe because of Olivia.

Rumor had it that Lois and Dickie
had had an affair.

And then Olivia infuriated Lois
by trying to bribe the city council.

So Lois wanted revenge on Olivia
by voting for the drag event?

I would think so.

I do not know...

Thank you, mrs. Templeton.
An officer will follow you to the station -

- where you will be charged
to deceive the public.

And for what you have done to your son.

One last thing, mrs. Templeton.

Dickie Dent...
How did he figure into your plans?

He intended to go with me.

Look at Nigel Bellamy.
He might be in danger.

Mrs. Bellamy said,
that Nigel has gone for a walk.

- Did she say where?
- To the meadow.

- Are you ready for the final carpet drop?
- What is this about?

U.S. It's always been about us.

- Until he also failed you.
- They know nothing about me.

More than you know. Their lives have been
a chain of disappointments, right?

- Like a domino effect.
- I didn't demand much.

I wanted to be an inspector, didn't I
drama teacher. Chairman, not treasurer.

I wanted someone who loved me faithfully.
Now I am married to a wretched libertine.

Then Nigel came and you fell in love.
And "Romeo and Juliet" was absolutely perfect.

- But Lois voted for drag queens.
- To harass me.

- And she found your beautiful tour plan.
- She tore it in half.

Teased me and called me fantastic,
because I dreamed of Nigel.

She wanted to tell everyone. And it went
does not. Nigel had to see that it was the two of us.

And Evelyn Hardy?

She told that her father would
finance "their" piece. My piece!

Was it when you dropped the glasses?

She said Nigel thought I was a fool.

But she stole my idea. My dream.
And above all my Nigel.

- I have never been your Nigel.
- You flirted with me.

- I flirt with everyone.
- You talked to me.

Wiped away my old disappointments.
You buried them forever.

You unlocked my heart, Nigel. I have
followed every second of your career.

Every triumph, every disaster…
And then you were here.

You offered me something better.
And you took it again, like everyone else.

- You betrayed me.
- I understand nothing.

You gave me hope.
It was all I had.

And then you took it from me.

- And now I want revenge.
- No!

But still, there is light behind the window there.

Oh, it is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, my sun,
and slay the pale moon.

Its foul color is due to jealousy and grudge -

- against you, its maid,
for you shine far brighter than her.

She is my queen.
She is my love.

Sit down, Winter.
I have something to tell you.

I assume,
you're looking for someone to play Julie.

I probably do.

You know that I basically
is straight, right? I think so.

Nobody is perfect.

Good that all the money for Rocco's trip
will be returned.

- How did the MUS go?
- I don't know what to say.

- So good?
- Excellent performance.

That's because of the training.

- Which should probably trigger a round.
- Gladly.

Before you go…
Sarah and I were just talking.

The Police Association's annual party.

What do you say? Watching Ava Hart-Byrne
on the new Morgan Donor?

Yes. Why not?

Lyrics: Jesper Dannow
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