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Ah.

Thank you.

That's my absolute pleasure.

Welcome to Pranayama.

I'm Marion Grey. You're checking in?

Yes. My wife and I.

She's just coming.

Come along, dear!

I'm coming, darling.

[ Grunts ]

[ Suitcase thuds ]

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"Is This Baron Battenberg?"

I have no idea. Who is Baron Battenberg?

The real question is, "Where is Baron Battenberg?"

He vanished five years ago

after his sports car was dredged up from the Thames.

No sign of a body. Rumour has it

his wife, Marion, murdered him.

It was quite a sensation in the tabloids.

- I should think it jolly well would be.

- The point is, there have been sightings before

in India, Marrakesh, Istanbul.

But the family are certain he is dead.

Well, all except his brother, Edwin, who swears he's alive

and who just happens to be living with Marion.

Oh, the baron's wife.

- They run Pranayama together, a couples retreat

right here in Great Slaughter.

I've had a tip off that the overrated hack

who wrote that, Victor Goodbody --

puffed-up little newshound -- is convinced

that the man in the picture is, in fact, Edwin in disguise.

He's on his way to Pranayama as we speak,

to expose either Marion or Edwin or both

as the baron's murderers.

- Well, do you think they killed him?

- I haven't a clue, but if anyone's going to find out,

it had damn well better be me.

I will not be bested by "The Times" --

- not on my own patch. - Oh, Baron bloody Battenberg.

Apparently, the Met are getting flak

for not investigating properly,

and they're kicking the flak to us.

So I have to look into a five-year-old murder,

if it even was a murder, and Lowsley wants results ASAP.

Well, how serendipitous.

Ruth's about to look into the very same case.

Oh, good luck with that.

I hear they're notoriously press shy.

- Oh, and you think flashing your warrant card

- will make them confess all? - Hmm.

- You both have a point, because you both have a problem.

Solution -- you go undercover with each other...

as husband and wife. [ Chuckles ]

- [ Scoffs ] You can't be serious.

- Absolutely not. - That's ridiculous.

- Well, no one would believe for a second I'd be married to you.

[ Laughs ]

Charming.

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- So, Simon and Kate, how long have you two been married?

Almost six years.

- You'd get less for burglary, wouldn't you?

- My husband's sense of humour's an acquired taste.

I've yet to acquire it.

- The aura between you -- it's not at all good.

We can change that, of course, but first, I want to know,

what do you want from each other?

- Well, I just like Simon to be a little less...

- insufferable. - Hmm, yeah.

I'd like Kate to make more of an effort.

She's in her dressing gown most days.

Swears like a sailor, smokes like a chimney.

- [ Chuckles ] There's that sense of humour again.

- I think you two have come to the right place.

Let me show you around.

[ Water rushing ]

There are various group sessions which I'd encourage you to join,

but do feel free to take time out for yourselves.

Sometimes all a strained relationship needs

is a bit of peace and quiet.

Do you have children?

- Yes. Peggy, Felix, Sam, Ruth.

- Stop. We're stopping at four.

- I have a feeling you'll appreciate this.

Pools of tranquillity.

Our guests come here for private contemplation.

- It's lovely. The whole place is.

- Thank you. Edwin and I -- You'll meet him --

- We built it from nothing. - Is that Edwin Battenberg?

I'm sorry to ask. It's just we saw an article in the paper, didn't we?

- Yes. - About him -- the missing baron being spotted.

- He was your husband, wasn't he? - He still is, I'm sorry to say.

- And do you really think it was him?

- It was a bad picture, but, yes.

Jonty only pretends to be dead so I can't clear my name.

When the violent, philandering swine does return,

- I'll divorce him. - [ Chuckles ]

- Here at Pranayama, we practise gratitude,

and love and commune with nature,

and we center our body and minds through meditation

and, of course, yoga.

Yoga?

- That's it. Lengthen those spines.

Reach for celestial vitality.

This is ridiculous.

- Only if you can't do it. - [ Grunts ]

Very good, Mrs. Seitang.

And now let's bend from the hips for Adho Mukha Svanasana,

Downward Facing Dog.

[ Groans ]

Legs and back straight.

That's it.

Feel the energy flowing through you.

Excuse me.

Who are you?

- Victor Goodbody -- "Times."

- You're not welcome here, Mr. Goodbody.

This is private property.

Excuse me.

Did you say Goodbody? Victor Goodbody?

Oh, I've read all your articles. I think you're just brilliant.

I had an article published once in the "Women's Weekly."

I'd just love to pick your brain sometime.

- Sure, sweetie. But I'm working right now.

How about you call my office?

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to Edwin.

Ask him if he's made any recent trips to London.

- Well, he's busy, and he hasn't left this place for weeks.

Oh.

- Now I'd like you off my premises.

This is a place of sanctuary, and it's for couples only.

You seem inordinately threatened by my presence, Mrs. Battenberg.

- My name's Grey. - Oh.

- I rejected my husband's name a long time ago,

just like I rejected his money.

How does that fit with your little narrative

that I murdered him?

- Money's not the only motive to kill.

We all know the playboy baron enjoyed his women

as racy as his cars.

A scorned wife could easily tamper with a man's brake line.

Told you to leave.

- Marion, let's not give in to anger.

I think it's best that you go.

- Ah? - Don't come back.

Ever.

- Bye-bye, sweetie.

- [ Groans ] [ Car engine turns over ]

Is he leaving?

I can hardly walk after that.

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling a little peckish.

Come on.

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Erm, excuse me. Is there any meat in this?

No. No, there isn't.

We don't believe in murdering innocent animals

just so you can gorge on their flesh.

Right. Understood.

Well, this will do nicely.

- Love a good carrot. - [ Laughs ]

- Honestly, Connie, you didn't have to bite his head off.

- Well...he wanted meat on the menu.

Looks like compost.

I never thought I'd say this,

- but I miss Mrs. Clam's cooking. - [ Chuckles ]

- You're a brave man, taking on Connie.

I'm Ben. This is my wife, Lee.

- Oh, pleased to meet you. Simon.

- Kate. How long have you been here, Lee?

- They asked how long we've been out.

Oh, sorry. I'm deaf.

About a week.

But we're paid up for two.

Ben keeps threatening to go home,

but we're gonna stick it through, aren't we, love?

Yeah, I said so, didn't I?

- I feel like I've seen you somewhere before.

- Are you an actress? - Oh, no.

But I did win Miss Croydon '61.

Did you? Huh!

Oh.

Touch each other's faces...

bodies.

Explore. Be welcoming.

This is your other half.

Your anchor.

Your soul mate.

Say hello.

Hello.

Hello.

- And now I want you to hold hands

and say what you love the most about each other.

[ Clears throat ]

- I loved my father very much. Wait, hear me out.

He was a brilliant journalist.

Great mind, quick instincts. Best I ever saw.

You remind me of him sometimes.

[ Chuckles ]

- What I like -- Sorry -- love about you...

...is your ambition,

your independence.

And you're not half bad to look at either.

[ Chuckles softly ]

[ Chuckles softly ]

[ Water running ]

[ Clock ticking ]

[ Water stops ]

- You look -- - A fright without makeup.

And, yes, this night dress is from Woolworths.

At least I don't look like a ten-year-old in my pyjamas.

- I was gonna say you look beautiful.

And, yes, I haven't worn pyjamas since I was ten.

Damned uncomfortable.

- Well, get used to it, cos there is the floor.

I'm not sharing the bed.

Fine.

I'll need these then.

- Well, you don't need all of them.

- Of course I do. Remember? I'm ten.

I may want to build a fort.

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[ Grunts ]

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- Look, can't I just have one pillow?

Oh!

[ Woman giggling and squealing ]

- [ Man chuckles ] - Yes!

[ Bed springs squeaking ]

[ Man and woman moaning loudly ]

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Yes! Yes!

Yes!

[ Ticking ]

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[ Woman giggling ]

[ Bed springs squeaking ]

11:30?

Oh!

Oh! Thanks for waking me.

Where the hell have you been?

- I thought you'd want to sleep. God knows I haven't.

I've just walked miles to find a telephone box

to report back to Lowsley.

Hang on. Is that Goodbody's car?

- What's he doing back? - I have no idea.

I looked for him but couldn't find him.

Mrs. Seitang thinks she saw him walking off

with someone towards the woods.

She thinks?

Poor eyesight.

The woods, eh?

Maybe he's onto something.

Fancy a walk, Mrs. Wilson?

- All right. - [ Chuckles ]

[ Humming ]

Certainly idyllic.

Yes, lovely.

Peaceful.

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I can't stand it.

- Oh, me neither. I miss my noisy office.

Typewriters clacking, telephones ringing.

- What I wouldn't give for a stiff drink

- and a nice, juicy steak. - Oh!

- [ Chuckles ] - [ Sighs ]

There's smoke over there.

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- Wonder what started it. - Oh.

Must have been the sun.

Weren't these the ones Goodbody was wearing?

[ Exhales sharply ]

There's shirt buttons here and more.

There doesn't seem to be anything else.

- Well, what would you expect to find?

- Oh, wait, there's another button.

Sam?

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It's Goodbody's body.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

- I'd say the poor chap died no more than 2 or 3 hours ago.

- Okay, so between 10:00 and 11:00.

- He has defensive wounds on his arms.

Clearly, he was bludgeoned. But with what?

- Exhibit "A." Found it over there.

- Yeah, but why was he shirtless?

- Excellent question, Peggy. It's unusual

to rip one's clothes off, scattering buttons about.

- Maybe the killer made him strip.

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Well, look at that.

He's missing his mandibular second premolar.

- Hardly surprising if he was bludgeoned.

- True, but the presence of a bloody handkerchief

suggests he was injured earlier.

Punched possibly.

Button, bag that up, please.

Felix, we'll question the guests first, then the staff.

We don't want anyone leaving.

- Well, you can't question them yourself. You blow our cover.

- Ruth, someone has been murdered.

- Well, I know that, but we had a deal.

- Well, I'm sorry, but I don't have time

to cleanse my chakra.

- Er, if I may interject, Ruth's right.

Reveal yourselves now and you lose your advantage.

Felix and I can still report to you.

We'll just pretend that you're Simon and Kate.

You can't be serious.

Am I supposed to go along with this nonsense?

[ Sighs ]

Kate and I went into the woods for some nookie.

Yes, that's right.

And we saw something buried in the woods, didn't we, darling?

- Mmm. - So you just decided to dig?

- Erm, I imagine you're both in shock.

- Oh, it was awful. I only spoke to the man yesterday.

He was a brilliant journalist.

But, erm, Marion and Edwin threw him out.

- Well, he was here uninvited, so, yes, we asked him to leave.

That's the last either of us saw of him.

- Okay, erm, did anyone else see him?

[ Water trickling ]

- I did -- this morning by the pond.

But we only talked for, like, a minute.

- What about? - I was upset.

He asked if I was all right. I said, "Yeah." And he left.

- All right. And Mrs. Seitang saw Mr. Goodbody

go into the woods yesterday.

I would like to question her.

- I think she's in the meditation room.

And I'll head to the lab.

Er, in case anyone here was wondering.

- Well...do come with me, everyone.

- Ben, that's a nasty cut you've got on your knuckles.

How did you do that?

I had an argument with Lee.

No, not like that. I-I punched a tree.

- I see. It's just the dead reporter --

Someone knocked his tooth out.

I wouldn't know about that.

And what do you care? You're not a copper.

- Oh, yeah. This is so much easier.

- Between 10:00 and 11:00? Well, I was here.

Clearing up after breakfast.

- Alone? - Yes, alone.

Marion can't afford any more staff,

and I am happy to do it.

- How long have you known Marion?

- I was her housekeeper in London.

And before you ask, no, she did not bump off her husband,

pig that he was.

Er, no. No guests in here out of hours.

- I was told there was a first aid kit.

On the shelf.

Look, I don't know what happened to that journalist,

but it's got nothing to do with anyone here.

We don't kill things at Pranayama.

[ Knocking on door ]

Eureka.

Oh! There's only one bed.

Unfortunately for me.

Propriety intact.

Erm, so I noticed that Goodbody's eyes

were rather, erm, bloodshot and swollen.

One might assume that was to do with a sudden, violent death,

but, erm, something was niggling me.

So I employed the use of fluorescein to make sure.

No?

It's a dye used to reveal superficial irregularities

on the surface of the cornea.

Lo and behold, there was evidence of sun damage

from staring directly at the fiery orb with dilated pupils.

Why would he stare at the sun?

How to put it?

He was as high as a kite.

Hence his state of undress.

I did a blood test and found traces

of lysergic acid diethylamide, otherwise known as LSD.

Psychedelics produce, er, hallucinations

and an apparent expansion of consciousness, so...

- So someone killed Goodbody while he was intoxicated?

Precisely.

Could the killer have dosed him to render him helpless?

Hmm.

- Psychedelics? - Well, it's not illegal.

- It's not, but Ben chickened out anyway.

- I didn't chicken out. I changed my mind.

See, this is what I'm talking about.

I never said you were boring.

Just that you needed to try new things.

New things. New people. Same difference, right?

- Oh, for the last time, Ben, I am not interested in other men.

- Okay, okay. I get it. You two -- You two argued.

- Yeah, but then we, er, made up, didn't we?

- Yes. - I can vouch for that.

Er, we have the room next door.

- Can you say what time they returned?

Just curious.

- Well, I was asleep, but they woke me up at 11:30.

- So there's still half an hour that's unaccounted for.

- Yeah. All I can say is Ben was with me.

I don't know what happened to that horrible journalist,

but it had nothing to do with us.

- Excuse me. Is there a payphone here?

I need to check on the children.

- Yeah, there's one in reception.

- There's a payphone in reception?

Quick catch up?

Goodbody was dosed with LSD, almost certainly by the killer.

Question -- where did they get it?

- Yes, we administer LSD to some of the guests,

but Goodbody wasn't a guest.

Excuse me, Sister.

[ Clears throat ]

- We suspect he ingested it unknowingly

- or perhaps unwillingly. - Where have you been?

- I'll tell you later. - Well, it couldn't have been us.

I'd taken some myself,

and Marion was guiding us all through it.

You took the drugs, too?

It opens my eyes fully.

You yourself might want to try it.

Your prana looks particularly blocked.

Never mind my prana.

Were there any eyes fully on the LSD?

I suppose someone might have

taken the bottle when you weren't looking.

- Or we have some more in the office.

It could have come from there.

- You two really should be more careful.

- Or, erm, [clears throat] perhaps they were careful.

Careful to construct the perfect alibi.

Consider a roomful of witnesses to vouch for their presence

at the exact time of the murder.

But how reliable are those witnesses?

- While your guests were under the spell of psychedelics,

either of you could have slipped out unnoticed.

- So you're saying one of us left the session,

dosed the journalist, lured him to the woods,

- then killed and buried him? - Well, it's possible.

I hear that you lost your temper

with Mr. Goodbody only yesterday.

- You violently pushed him. - Violently?

- Marion doesn't have a violent bone in her body,

and neither do I.

Here at Pranayama, all life is sacred.

- If you forgive me, Mr. Battenberg,

that is evidently not the case.

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- I knew it! - Ben!

- All this time you've been sleeping around!

I haven't!

All right, now that is it.

- Come on. - Get off.

Are you all right, Lee? Did he hurt you?

Ben would never hurt me.

Well, then what happened?

He found them.

I'm not cheating on him or anything.

I just -- I don't want to get pregnant yet.

We really want to have kids,

but I don't think he's ready to be a dad.

I'm sorry.

- It's not his fault. He...

He's never really had anyone till me.

It's been in and out of care. Borstal.

That's in the past.

And what about your past, Lee?

I remember the article now, when you won Miss Croydon.

It was written by Victor Goodbody.

He implied that you only won

because you went to bed with one of the judges.

- He only wrote that cos I wouldn't sleep with him.

[ Chuckles ]

- I was gonna be the face of Saunderson Soap,

but they dropped me after that.

I know what it looks like,

but I swear, I don't know what happened to him.

- Well, maybe Ben taught him a lesson.

- I-I never told him about any of that.

If I had, he would have...

- You better hope you didn't lay a finger on her.

- Of course not. What do you take me for? I love her.

- Maybe so. But you can't deny you've got a temper.

Did you punch that journalist?

- Yeah, I did, cos he was a creep.

- But that was all that happened? - Hmm.

- Look, I saw them earlier at the rock pool.

She was upset from our fight,

and he looked like he was upsetting her even more.

So after she left, I belted him.

You said you punched a tree.

- You are such a liar! - Oh, I'm a liar. Really?

After what I just found in that bathroom? - Oh, that is not the same thing!

- Yeah, it's not. At least I was defending you.

- I do not need you to defend me!

- Have you got any more cotton balls?

[ Laughs ]

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What are we doing here?

My neck is killing me.

- Still? All right, sit down.

No, sit.

[ Groans ]

Ohh.

- That's what happens when you sleep with three pillows.

- Sleep? I've forgotten what that is.

Oh, that's it. Just a little on the left.

- You've also forgotten my question.

Oh, sorry. Ben said that he punched Goodbody here,

and I'm just trying to figure out what happened next.

Ohh.

Maybe he...

Hang on.

What's there?

[ Groans ]

Bingo.

Jolly good find.

I'll, of course, have to confirm it matches the missing tooth,

which I suspect it does.

- But we already know Ben hit Goodbody.

- She's right. It doesn't give us anything new.

- Au contraire. Every nugget of information is significant.

- [ Chuckles ] Nugget.

Oh, yes. Very good.

- Ah, Sister Boniface. Back again, I see.

Well, we're just about to sit down for breakfast.

Would you like to join us?

We can set an extra place, couldn't we, Connie?

The more, the merrier.

[ Bell tolling ]

- I must confess, I skipped breakfast this morning.

I'd be delighted.

Good.

Gosh, how kind of them.

Au contraire.

- I'm sure it's nicer than it looks.

Hmm.

Oh, grace. I haven't said grace.

- Good idea. Let's let the eggs get even colder.

- Bless us, oh, Lord, and these, they gifts

which we are about to receive from thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord.

- Amen. - Amen.

Bon appétit.

Mmm.

[ Clears throat ]

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Mmm.

Praying didn't help then?

No, it did not.

Right, I'll get a mould

of Mr. Goodbody's teeth done forthwith.

Oh.

And if I had any more fish in my goggles,

I'll be sure to let you know.

Sorry. What?

- Oh, good grief. There are two of them now.

How marvellous.

Anyway, pip pip.

[ Motorcycle engine turns over ]

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Sister?

Sister?

Her pupils are dilated.

Oh, no.

- Is it LSD? - Must be.

- Okay, come and help me. - Oh, an octopus.

So many tentacles.

What do you reckon, Shelly?

Should we take her to the ship's doctor?

Oh, yes. Shelly.

Because of the, erm...

[ Both laugh ]

Is Sister Boniface all right?

- Does she look all right? She's been given LSD.

Which one of you did it?

You're accusing us?

- That's why you invited her to breakfast, wasn't it?

So you could lace those awful eggs or the orange juice.

- Climb the rigging. - It was a buffet.

And I topped up everybody's glasses.

If I'd put something in it,

you all would have been affected.

- I have a good mind to ask for a refund.

She's going to be all right.

- Hmm. - Right.

Let's say Marion did murder her husband.

Could Connie have killed Goodbody to protect her friend?

Possibly, but any one of them

could have killed him to shut him up.

The question is, what did he find?

- Nothing, I suspect. - Oh.

- But as the game goes, he was getting warmer.

Sister, how do you feel?

- Well, I wouldn't recommend the experience.

But it was certainly mind-expanding.

- Your mind doesn't need any more expanding.

- [ Chuckles ] Thank you.

But in this case, perhaps it did.

Where is it?

Oh, yes.

Behold -- pirate treasure.

- Is she still hallucinating. - I think she is.

- No, no. That's what I saw.

My subconscious was telling me Goodbody was searching

for his missing tooth in the fish pond.

Did someone fear that he'd find more than gold?

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- What are you doing? - I dropped my wedding ring.

- Well, stop that. You'll -- You'll disturb the fish.

- It'll take more than that to disturb them.

Like sharing a pond with a skeleton.

What?

- How long do you think that's been there?

Five years, perhaps?

- Are you saying that's my brother?

Well, who else would it be?

[ Sobbing quietly ]

Jonty!

He's been here all along!

- There's a gash across the edge of the rib bone there.

Do you see it? It appears he was stabbed

with a large carving knife or kitchen knife.

As you can see, the clothes aren't fully decomposed.

So did you kill your husband, Miss Grey?

I have nothing to say.

Are you protecting someone?

I said, I have nothing to say.

Okay.

- I know some distressing things have occurred here

in recent days, and anyone wishing to leave

will be fully reimbursed, but I do hope that you stay.

Activities at Pranayama will continue as normal.

I only ask for some quiet time to meditate

and to process the death of my brother.

Thank you.

[ Birds chirping ]

I reckon, if we pack now,

we could be in the pub in just over an hour.

What are you talking about?

- We can't leave yet. - Why the hell not?

Marion's clearly guilty. You've got your scoop.

- Have I? We still don't know who drugged Sister or why.

- Well, she seemed to enjoy it anyway. - [ Scoffs ]

[ Sighs ]

All right, we'll stick around for a little while longer,

for the sister's sake.

So you've decided to stay?

- Me and Ben promised to stick out.

- Well, if things get out of hand again,

you know where to find me.

- For the sister's sake, my foot.

On second thoughts, I am leaving.

Er...

Ruth!

- -You just can't help yourself, can you?

What are you talking about?

- They're trying to save their marriage,

and you flirt with her?

I was not flirting.

I happen to be concerned for her welfare.

- Oh, well, your concern for Miss Croydon 1961

is deeply touching.

- Okay, fine. So what if I was flirting?

I'm supposed to be your wife!

- Well, let me remind you, you're not actually my wife,

and I see no reason for you to be jealous.

- [ Gasps ] Jealous! Don't flatter yourself.

I wouldn't marry you if you were the last man on earth.

- Really? Then the feeling's mutual.

[ Gasping ]

Oh, Sam.

[ Moans softly ]

- Marion's still not cooperating.

And I don't believe that Connie and Edwin didn't know anything,

but I can't prove that they were involved, so...

- In the Baron's death or Goodbody's?

- Either. - Hmm.

Speaking of Goodbody, this just in.

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An exact fit, also as expected.

Hello? What's that?

There's some kind of fibre embedded in the plaster.

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What is it?

With any luck, a smoking gun.

- Sir? I mean, Simon and Kate.

- Hello? Erm, what -- what can we help you with?

- Sorry to interrupt. - Interrupt?

No, er, we were just packing.

Right you are. Anyway, [clears throat] focus.

I just discovered something

stuck between Goodbody's teeth --

a single strand of medical gauze.

It had high traces of LSD on it.

- Ruth, remember that bloody handkerchief?

Goodbody used it to stem the bleeding after he got punched?

- Oh, I tested that, too. It had no trace of LSD on it at all,

which means he was subsequently given some gauze

to bite down on, soaked in LSD.

- So if we trace the gauze, we find the killer.

- Exactly. Unfortunately, it's a commonly found product,

such as one would find in any first aid kit.

- Wait. The first aid kit.

- First you accuse me of drugging a nun.

- Now the journalist. - Did you?

- No. Anyone could have used that kit.

Just like anyone could have dosed the sister's breakfast.

- Actually, I've been pondering that one myself.

How could someone "slip me a mickey," as it were,

before our very eyes?

Explanation -- our collective eyes were closed in prayer

as you passed seamlessly amongst us.

One or two drops from the bottle hidden in your pocket,

- and, hey, presto. - [ Chuckles nervously ]

You can't prove I did that.

- Then you won't mind the sergeant searching you.

- I suppose it would be foolish not to dispose of the bottle.

But that apron's clearly not a fresh one.

It most certainly is not.

- Which means, if the bottle was ever there,

there'd be a trace of LSD in the lining.

A simple swab test in my laboratory would settle it.

[ Gasps ]

I will use it.

I swear.

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I'll go, shall I?

- That's it. Give yourself over.

That's it. That's it. Feel the prana into your lives.

That's it. Loosen up. Well done. That's it.

Very good. Dare to be free.

Get up!

What on earth are you doing?

- Connie Dumas, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Victor Goodbody.

You are not obliged to say anything

unless you wish to do so, but anything you say

may be put into writing and given in evidence.

- You're a copper? - Yeah, sorry about that.

D.I. Gillespie.

Felix?

[ Sighs ]

- Oh, Ruth Penny, "Albion Bugle."

So you're not even married?

[ Both chuckle ]

- I drugged the sister because she had the tooth from the pond.

I was afraid she'd look under the rocks.

- So you killed Goodbody for the same reason.

- I lured him into the woods while the LSD took effect.

I told him that's where the baron was buried.

- Did you kill the Baron, too? - Yes.

Why?

- Five years ago in London, he...

[ Clears throat ]

He tried to force himself on me.

Marion had left the house,

but she came back unexpectedly and saw him.

So she hit him with a fire poker, and we ran.

We came here -- Great Slaughter.

- Wait, he was still alive when you left?

- Yes, but, erm, a few days later, he came looking for her.

Marion was out running errands,

and I wouldn't tell him where she was.

He got really angry, and he came at me.

So I stabbed him.

I was scared that I'd hang for it.

Or worse, that they'd blame Marion.

So I buried him, and I never told anyone.

- Bodies are heavy, Miss Dumas. - Mmm.

There would have been blood.

You expect us to believe that you disposed of both of them

- by yourself? - Yes.

I did. Marion never knew a thing.

Neither did Edwin.

I took the car myself and made it look like an accident.

And that's the truth.

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- You've got some nerve coming back here.

You already printed your story. What more do you want?

- It's not the whole story, though, is it?

I can believe Connie killed and buried Goodbody,

but your husband? You really didn't know?

I give you my word, this will stay between us.

- [ Scoffs ] Why should I trust you?

- Because, Marion, you went through hell in your marriage.

And I wouldn't betray a woman who's been through that.

- Connie and I were both here that day.

She stabbed him to save me.

Like you said, sometimes women just have to stick together.

We watched him dying on the kitchen floor.

We didn't help him.

I suppose that means we both killed him.

I called Edwin and told him what we'd done

and we were going to confess to the police, but he said no.

He helped us bury him under the rocks.

And then he took Jonty's car and drove it into the Thames.

- He covered up his own brother's murder?

- Edwin knew what kind of man he was.

And he always loved me. No, never like that.

You could say we were kindred spirits.

All three of us are after what we did.

- And that's why Connie confessed to it all.

It was her final gift to us.

[ Sighs ]

- I wish there was some way to repay her.

But perhaps there are other ways to give back.

Helping people love each other again.

Like you and Simon.

It's Sam. No.

And we were just pretending.

If you say so.

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To returning to civilisation.

I'll drink to that.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It wasn't all bad.

We made a good team, don't you think?

I do.

In fact...

perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing if we teamed up again.

Not at work. I mean...

you and I.

- Sam, I've been offered a job at "The Times."

They were impressed by my article,

and they want me to replace Goodbody.

Wow. That's...

What did you say?

- I told them I'd need to think about it.

What do you think I should do?

[ Sighs ]

When have you ever needed someone to tell you what to do?

This is what you've always dreamed of.

But it's just a job.

I mean, and I'm happy here...

with you.

- But how long will that last for?

- If you pass this up -- - Well, you could come with me.

[ Scoffs ]

Can you really see me at the Met?

Too much like hard work.

Besides, what would the sister do without me?

Congratulations, Ruth.

Your father would be proud of you.

As am I.

[ Bells tolling ]

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- Great Slaughter won't be the same without you.

But sail forth you must...

to valiant adventures.

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- Promise you'll come back and visit.

I promise.

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- Are you sure there's no room for me in there?

You can drop me off at Scotland Yard.

- Darling Felix, you're needed here.

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Well...

goodbye.

I'll miss you all.

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[ Car door closes ]

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- Dazzle them, Ruth. Just like you dazzle me.

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[ Sighs ]

[ Engine turns over ]

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I'm sorry, Sam.

While it's a positively spiffing day for women's liberation,

it's a sad day indeed for love.

- Love? Who said anything about that?

It's probably for the best.

No ties.

- Ready to play the field. - Mmm.

Plenty more fish in the sea.

Or mermaids. [ Chuckles ]

Mermaids?

- Oh, sorry. Never mind.

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