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ALAN:
Frank Parris.

(gasps)
He was murdered!

Killed in a hotel.

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CECILY:
Stefan Leonida,

he wasn't the killer.

I want you
to read the book.

If you can see what she saw,

maybe you can help us
find her.

I investigated the murder
of Frank Parris,

and the evidence against
Stefan Leonida was overwhelming.

LOCKE: We've found the body
of Cecily Treherne

in woodland not far from here.

No!

She'd been strangled,

just like the actress
in that book of yours.

Some time between 6:28
and 6:38 in the evening,

she called her physician,
Dr. Leonard Collins.

He drove straight round,
but by the time he arrived,

she was dead.

You murdered her.

Yes, I strangled her
in the bedroom.

(gagging)

I do not believe John Spencer
took his own life.

If he didn't kill Melissa James,
then who did?

Dr. Collins, of course.

CHUBB: Who in the blazes
killed John Spencer?

PÜND: The person who killed
John Spencer

was me.

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(thunder claps)

(whimpers)

(click)

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So, what did you think?

I told you in my email,
I loved it.

But what did you think?

I assume you have notes.

Of course I have notes.

Tell me, Susan,

do you ever read a book
for pleasure?

I read lots of books

for pleasure, Alan,
including yours.

Especially yours.

But that's not why I'm here.

Well, if you're going to
start laying into me,

I'd better have a drink.

We'll have a bottle

of the cabernet
Saint-Julien.

SERVER:
Of course, sir.

I hope that's all right.

Yeah, it's fine--
I won't be joining you.

I have to work
this afternoon.

I wasn't planning
to share it.

(pen drops on table)

You know, Alan,
we're both on the same side.

I just want the book to be
as good as it can be.

And I don't?

You're a brilliant writer.

You're the best mystery
writer in the business.

Yes, that's what the "Mail"
said.

Yes, and we put it
on the cover.

Look, I, I know that
you find edits boring,

but it really is worth
going the extra mile.

So, tell me what's wrong.

Did you guess the ending?

No, I never do.

Well, that's something.

I have four
headline notes,

and I'm sure you can deal
with them very easily,

so, can I go ahead?
Be my guest.

Well, first of all...

I found some
of the characters

a little unsympathetic.

In what way?

Well, let's start
with Eric Chandler,

who works for Melissa James.

The way you've written him,

he's very unattractive.

He can't look after himself,

he's a Peeping Tom.

He still reads comics.

I'm not sure
I see the problem.

And since you mention it,
the comic is a clue.

Really?

I don't think
you ever explain that.

Some clues aren't meant
to be explained.

I just worry
there's a possibility

some modern readers
might find him distasteful.

Well, modern readers
can read something else.

Right, okay, well,

we don't need to argue
about that now.

Let's move on.

Uh... Yeah.

I'm not sure it's a good idea
to mix real people

with the characters
in your book.

Such as?

Bert Lahr, for example,

the actor in "The Wizard of Oz."

You make a point
of describing...

(breathes deeply)
...a signed poster of the film
that's hanging in her house,

and I just worry that it
confuses two worlds--

reality and fiction.

That's another clue, Susan.

Well, you don't
explain that one, either.

That's right.

Sir?
Yes, yes,
just pour it.

And soon as you can.

I'm beginning to need it.

I only have two more notes,

and they both relate
to the last scene.

The solution?

Yeah.

Um, I just wonder
if you need

to assemble so many
of the characters

when Dr. Collins is revealed
to be the killer.

I mean, Oscar Berlin doesn't
really have anything to do.

But I thought you loved
that sort of thing.

Classic Agatha Christie?

Well, in that case,

why leave out
the hotel owners?

Lance and Maureen Gardner?

Surely, it should be
all or nothing.

I'll think about it.

But here's my, my biggest note.

The way you've
constructed it,

Dr. Collins is unmasked,

which is great,

and then Atticus Pünd
says that he was the person

who killed John Spencer,
which I loved.

So, what's the problem?

You make us wait a whole chapter

before you explain
what he means,

and I just think
it'll be so much better

if it all happened
at the same time.

I disagree.
(sighs)

I like the suspense.

(piano playing in background)

(gulps)

So...

What do we do now?

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Um, could you just
give us some room?

(Chubb clears throat)

MISS CAIN:
Hm.
Thanking you.

Come on, Mr. Pünd.

What were you talking about
back there?

You didn't kill John Spencer--
we all know that.

So, what did you mean?

(groans):
I should not have taken
this case, Detective Inspector.

I was asked to, by a man who
called himself Edgar Schultz

and claimed to be
an agent from New York.

Claimed to be?

Oh, yes, Miss Cain.

But whatever else he was,
he was not an American.

I told you that his timing
was of interest to me.

Yes, I did wonder
about that.

Hm, well,
it's very simple.

He claimed to have called you
from the Savoy Hotel

in London the morning before.

This would've been the same day

that he learned of
the death of his client.

He was very upset.

Perhaps,

but the flight
from Idlewild Airport

would have taken
at least ten hours.

He could not possibly

have traveled
in that time.

This may have been
all my fault, Mr. Pünd.

But I did not.

And there was something
about the way he spoke.

She was injured
during the shooting

of a movie with Hitchcock
five years ago,

and then moved to somewhere
called Tawleigh

in "Devonshyer"--
is that right?

It would seem to me
that a New Yorker

would be much more
likely to say "someplace"

rather than "somewhere,"

but then the accent,

it already
sounded forced to me.

It was the accent of someone
pretending to be an American.

So, he was a fake?

(exhales):
But why?

Because somebody very much
wanted me to investigate

the death
of Melissa James.

And that somebody

was you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pünd.

I, I have no idea
what you're getting at.

I thought it would be very
good for your profile.

Well, yes, that's what you said,
but...
Yes.

The true reason is that
you were infatuated with her.

You're a great fan
of her films, no?

Yes, I liked them.
Oh, it was more than that.

More than once, you revealed
an intimate knowledge

of her work.

A lot of the furniture
came from "The Mary Celeste."

PÜND:
The ship that disappeared.

And the title of
Melissa James's second film.

Oh, look at this.

CHUBB:
Oh, that's a prop from
one of her films.

A Turkish dagger.

It's a wicked-looking thing.

You knew what it was

because you'd seen
the film,

and you could not
contain your excitement

at visiting the home
of its star.

Oh, what a gorgeous house!

But it was a nice house.

You persuaded me to
take the case, Miss Cain.

You hired the actor
who played Edgar Schultz

because you wanted

to enter the world
of Melissa James.

Break a leg.
(exhales)

(in normal accent):
Thank you, darling.

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You were her greatest fan,
which you made clear

when you wrote to her.

PÜND (voiceover):
"How can you do it,
dear Miss James?

"The screen is diminished
without you.

A light has gone out
of our lives."

Oh, yes,
I saw the letter to her

written in your hand--

presumably one of many you had
written to Melissa James--

before you made that
clumsy attempt to conceal it.

(Miss Cain yelps,
glass shatters)

PÜND (voiceover):
Because of course you knew

that I would recognize
your handwriting.

CHUBB:
Wait a minute.

Are you saying that
she killed John Spencer?

That is exactly
what I am saying.

(breath trembles)

And as I'm the one
who brought her here,

it is I who am to blame.

What have you
got to say, Miss Cain?

I'm not saying anything!

But why, why would
she do it?

Oh, you don't remember?

She told us herself,
when we had dinner.

But to think someone could kill

a woman as talented
as Melissa James

and get away with it.

I hope they hang.

I'd say that's unlikely,
Miss Cain.

(breath trembles)

PÜND:
You loved her.

You loved her films.

She was everything to you,
and you could not bear

that the man who killed her
was still alive

when she was dead.

Yes!

But it was his fault.

John Spencer.

He said he'd killed her.

But that did not
give you the right

to act both as his judge
and his executioner.

Wait a minute.

What exactly happened
at Clarence Keep?

Who was at the window?

Oh, that was Eric Chandler.

The police had come to the
house, and he was concerned

that they were discussing
his own misdemeanors,

so he decided to eavesdrop
on what was taking place

in the living room.

CHUBB (inside):
That's why I'm taking him
to the station.

But you heard him.

We had him bang to rights,
and he confessed!

You can't argue with that.

(gasps):
Mr. Pünd!

(panting)

PÜND (voiceover):
You will recall that
the back door to the kitchen

was only a short distance away.

PÜND:
And that was how
Eric was able

to disappear so quickly.
(exhales)

For once, his mother
tried to protect him.

(panting):
Has anyone come in here?

No, sir.

We've been here
all the time.

PÜND (voiceover):
But I saw.

There was mud on his shoes.

With everyone distracted,

that gave Miss Cain
the perfect moment

to seize her opportunity.

(gasps, knife stabs)

(gasping)

(gagging)

(gasping)

(screams)

I'm so sorry, Mr. Pünd.

Sorry?

That you committed
a terrible crime

or that when you killed
John Spencer,

you had chosen
the wrong person?

Well...

Both, really.

(chuckles uneasily)

(phone ringing in background)

I will be giving you
my notice, Mr. Pünd.

With immediate effect.

I accept your resignation.

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Mind your step.

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(car door opens)

CHUBB:
Mind your head.

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(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

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(loud knock at door)

ANDREAS:
It's too early.

Tell them to go away.

(chuckling):
You stay there.

Morning.
Oh, morning.

Uh, this came for you.

Thanks, Derek.
Welcome.

What is it?

It's from
Craig Andrews.

Don't open it.

(gasps):
My phone!

No note.

I'm sorry
I mistrusted you.

If you remember,

I once accused you
of being a killer.

(chuckles):
Well, it's true.

(chuckles)

I guess we're even.

Susan, listen to me.

I'm coming back to Crete.
I'm staying here with you.

You don't want to run a hotel.

I should have seen that.

We have the money.

We can fix the hotel.

I just need
a bit more time here.

The book was my idea--
I started all this.

And now I'm gonna finish it.

(people talking in background)

Let's go.
Yep.

(piano playing in background)

Did you enjoy your breakfast?
Very much, thank you.

Um, we'd like to arrange
a late checkout.

Are you serious?

Yes-- oh, sorry,

you haven't met
my partner, Andreas.

You see, the thing is,

we have quite
a long drive today.

We're going to Norfolk
to see Stefan.

You've got permission
to see him in jail?

Yes, someone I know
arranged it.

(exhales)

What do you think he can
possibly tell you?

Well, uh, one thing I'd be
quite interested to know

is what it was like

being forced to have sex
with you.

(softly): How dare you--
who told you that?

You fired him because
he refused to go on with it.

He rejected you,
he'd had enough.

I fired him because
he's a thief.

No, that was Natasha,
the maid who found the body.

Everyone knows that.

Anyway, let's see
what Stefan has to say.

Well, what difference
does it make?

He confessed--
he's a convicted murderer.

Well, actually, I don't believe
he did kill Frank Parris,

and I'm going to prove it.

Oh, I take it that's a yes
on the late checkout, huh?

(car engine revving)

ANDREAS:
How far is the prison?

It's about 60 miles?

Mm.

Are you sure
you want to come?

I'm afraid you're going
to have to wait outside

when we get there.

I've only got entry
for one.

That's all right.

I'll make sure
nobody steals the car.

(laughing):
I think all the thieves

are locked up inside.

(chuckles)
(chuckling):
You never know.

God, I've missed you.

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OFFICER:
Name?

Susan Ryeland.

I'm visiting
Stefan Leonida.

I.D.?

Ah.

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Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

(keys jingling,
door buzzer sounding)

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(door closes)

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STEFAN:
Why should I talk to you?

I heard on the news
Cecily Treherne is dead.

Don't you want to know
who killed her?

I know who killed her.

And who was that?

The same person
who killed Frank Parris.

Cecily wrote to me
just a few weeks ago.

She said she'd read a book,
a detective story.

She said she knew
I was innocent.

Do you have the letter?

I tore it up.

I published that book,
Stefan.

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

It was written by a man...

(breathes deeply):
...called Alan Conway.

You never met him?

He asked to meet me.

I refused.

If you didn't kill Frank Parris,

why did you confess?

Why do you think?

I don't know.

Because I'm an immigrant?

Even though I came
to this country

when I was six years old?

Because I'm a nobody?

Because I have
a criminal record?

There was a lot of evidence
against you.

Yes.

But I was asleep all night.

There was a party,

maybe I drank
too much wine.

How much?

One glass, two.

But it knocked me out.

The next thing I knew,

the policeman was in my room.

Detective Superintendent Locke?

(chuckles)

He was the bastard
who told me to confess.

I had no chance,
but if I pleaded guilty,

they would go easier on me.

That was what he said.

Easier?

Life with a minimum
of 20 years.

I should have
never listened to him.

The one brightness in my life,

the one dawn that gives me hope,
has been taken from me.

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Tell me about Lisa.

(chuckles)

She's evil-- she's a devil.

You were having
a relationship with her.

Not a relationship-- sex.

She threatened you?

Why else do you think
someone like me

would sleep
with someone like her?

And when I finally refused,

she fired me.

When was that?

A month before the wedding.

Well...

Here's something
I don't understand, then.

Two weeks later,
you were still seeing her.

Who told you that?

You were seen in the woods.

Liam Corby.

Mm, yeah.

(people talking in background,
buzzer sounds in distance)

(sniffs)

(clears throat)

That was the last time
I saw her.

Thought if I gave her
what she wanted,

she would give me my job back.

But she didn't.

I told you, she's evil.

(birds chirping)

He was lying.

When?

At the very end,

when I asked him why
he went back with Lisa.

He hesitated.

He's hiding something.

It's like he's protecting
somebody.

And then all that stuff

about "the one brightness
in my life"

and "the dawn that has been
taken from me."

What did he mean by that?

Well, you should've asked him.

(sighs):
Yeah, a bit late now.

(exhales loudly)

ANDREAS:
Can we stop for a drink?

Well, I'm, I'm driving.

ANDREAS:
But I'm not.

(brakes squeal, tires skid)

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ANDREAS:
I'll get the drinks.

What you having?

Um...

Lemonade, please.

I'll be right back.

Oh...

You have found
what you are looking for?

Thought I might have
a message from my sister.

I'm not referring
to the device in your hand.

I'm thinking of
the investigation.

Oh, no, it's hopeless.

I've asked a thousand
questions

and I still don't have
any answers.

But you have many,
many answers.
Mmm...

That's how it works
for the detective.

Um, I'm not a detective?

You have so much
that is in your head.

Truth, lies...
Mm.

...half-lies, misdirection,

but suddenly,
you see something

which may seem
to have no relevance,

but it untangles everything,

and at once,
you have total clarity.

See what?

(exhales):
Could be anything, um...

A magpie,
a, a moonflower.

The name of
this public house,

for example.

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Plough and Stars.

The Plough and Sta...

Why should that ha...

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Susan.

Aha!

Forget the drinks,
Andreas.

We've gotta go.

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(car door closes)

(knocking)

Why won't you take
no for an answer?

We don't want to see you.
Yes, you do.

You can talk to me or
you can talk to the police.

It's your choice.

The first time I came here,
you did something very strange.

You answered my questions
in a way that made you

seem more suspicious,
more likely

to have murdered
Frank Parris.

(chuckling)

I don't know what
you're talking about.
(chuckles)

You told me how much
you loved this house,

and how awful
it would have been

if you'd been forced
to sell it.

In other words, what
you were really saying was,

you had every reason
to kill him.

That was your assumption.

Just as you were happy
to admit

that you'd argued
with Cecily Treherne.

I mean, you could've
denied that.

You didn't even try.

Martin had nothing to do
with either of their deaths.

No, I know he didn't--
no, he's not a killer.

He's a pathetic fantasist

pretending to be a killer.

(Martin chuckles)

And why would I do that?

(laughs):
Well, um, let me think
about that.

Let's imagine

that you were trapped in an
entirely loveless marriage

with a wife who bullied you

and made you feel small
about yourself.

JOANNE:
Get out of my house!
I haven't finished yet.

ANDREAS:
He wanted you to think he had
the balls to kill your brother.

SUSAN:
So, it's all been a charade.

Hm?

Trying to make me understand
the motive,

and spelling it all out.

And that business
with the car--

did he tell you
about that?

Yes, I bet he did.

Trying to scare me off

made him look like a man.

But it hasn't worked.

He's been lying as much to you
as he has been to me.

And that's why I'm here--
I want you to know

he's not a killer.

He's just a pathetic creep.

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That felt good.
I was impressed.

How are you so sure he didn't
kill Frank Parris?

Because I know who did.

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(engine starts)

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SUSAN:
Let's finish the job,

then we can go.
Where to?

Home.

And where is that?

Crete, the Trifilli.
Susan...

(exhales)

I don't want you to do anything
you don't want to do.

No, I'm not going to have to.

There's something
I haven't told you.

Nathan Parker came through.

Who?

Parker Chance Books?
I told you I was seeing them.

He's C.E.O.
And?

Well, I thought the interview
had gone really terribly,

but apparently,

he was impressed
by my frankness,

and he's offered me a job.
(chuckling)

Andreas, it,
it's, it's freelance.

I'm like, um...

I'm like an editor-at-large,
you know?

I can work from Crete

and pay somebody else
to unblock the drains.

Well, then, that's...
Yeah, I know,
it's perfect, so...

(speaking Greek):

I'm still not at all sure
about this.

The solution?
No, all these people.

It's exactly the kind of thing
I told Alan Conway

not to do in his books.
You'll be fine.

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You go ahead--
I'll be right with you.

ANDREAS (speaking Greek):

SUSAN:
Yeah.

I didn't expect to see you here.

Are you coming in?

Oh, with your permission.

I thought you might appreciate
a little support.

I'd love it.

SUSAN (voiceover):
It is clear now

that Stefan Leonida
did not kill Frank Parris.

Cecily knew the truth,

and it was that which put
her own life in danger.

LOCKE:
You'd better know what you're
talking about, Miss Ryeland.

I've only agreed
to be here because...
Oh, you're here because

you were wrong,
Detective Superintendent.

You've always been wrong,
and somewhere inside you,

you knew it.

Do you know
who killed Cecily?

Yes, I do.

AIDEN:
Then tell me.

You have to tell me.

I can't stand
any more of this.

We have to start with
the night before the wedding,

the night Frank Parris
was murdered,

to see how Stefan was framed,
because that's what happened.

That was the plan all along.

It began with the dog barking.

(Locke laughs)

What's that got
to do with anything?

It's the reason

Derek went upstairs.

I noticed a, a brooch

in the display
on the landing.
The figeen.

I believe someone jabbed it
into the dog

to make it bark, and that drew
Derek upstairs to the landing

just in time to see someone
who looked like Stefan...

Stefan?

SUSAN:
...on his way to room 12,

the room occupied
by Frank Parris.

But it, it wasn't Stefan?

No, Derek.

It was Leo.

LIAM:
Who's Leo?

Leo was a male
escort...

(sighs heavily)
...working in London.

Frank Parris was a client
of his, and Alan's book

is dedicated to both of them.

"For Frank and Leo:
In Remembrance."
Mm.

Cecily said

the killer was named
in the book.

SUSAN (voiceover):
And there it is.

So, what do we know about Leo?

Well, only what James Taylor,

who was a friend of Alan
Conway's, told me in London.

I have a feeling
he was Australian.

Alan made a joke about him once.

He said Leo had just got back
from Melbourne,

so he's probably in bed
with jet lag.

What are you looking
at me for?

I've got nothing to do
with it.

I've never met
any of these people!

Leo was doing what he did,

living as a sex worker,
because he wanted money.

And he must have been here

when Alan came to the hotel.

Why else would he have been
in the book?

But Leo is not just a name.

But Leo is not just a name.

It suddenly occurred
to me

when I was in a pub in Norfolk
just this morning.

The Plough and Stars.

SUSAN:
Exactly.

Leo is a star sign.

And when you remember that,

everything clicks
into place.

Cecily believed in all of that,
didn't she?

Astrology and horoscopes.

Well, you told me.

Absolutely--
she read it every day.

And then there was the pendant
that she liked to wear,

an amulet,

with three stars and an arrow--
that happens to be

the star sign for Sagittarius.

When was her birthday?

December the 10th.

How about you, Aiden?

August 16.

Leo.

That, um, tattoo
on your shoulder.

It's a glyph, isn't it?

A symbol that denotes
a constellation.

I half-noticed it when I saw
the photograph in your home,

Aiden, but it was only later
that I realized

its significance--
it's shorthand

for a lion's head
and tail.

Leo, again.

According to all
of the books,

Leo and Sagittarius

are highly compatible, which is
exactly what Cecily said

when she spoke
at her wedding.

AIDEN:
So, you're saying
I worked in London

as a male escort,

and that I was called Leo.

Yes.

That is rubbish--
I was an estate agent.

And I'm not Australian.

I've never been to Australia
in my life.

Ah, well, Alan said that Leo

was jet-lagged traveling
from Melbourne.

But he said it as a joke.

Why was that?

Well, it only becomes a joke if
it isn't Melbourne, Australia,

but somewhere much closer--
there's a town called Melbourne

in South Derbyshire.

Your mother came
from Derbyshire.

You even said so
in your speech.

And I just want to say
to my mum,

I'm so glad that you were able
to come

all the way down from Derbyshire
for today.

You were Leo?

SUSAN:
Got it in one,

Detective Superintendent.

He met Cecily and he married her

because he wanted
all of this.

It's not true.
And you got it.

You got it-- a new life, money,

a bright future,
and you'd escaped

your sordid past.

But then the worst possible
stroke of luck.

On the eve of the wedding,
Frank Parris

checks in to the hotel,

and of course,
he recognizes you.

AIDEN:
We might have something
in the Moonflower wing.

(chuckling nervously)

This is all lies.

One moment,
he's all sullen and sniffy

about his room,
the next, he's all smiles,

because he's already worked out
what he's gonna do.

The opera!

And this is when we get

to "The Marriage
of Figaro."

Frank said he was going to see
the opera that night,

but it wasn't on.

And Alan put it into
his book, too.

Why?

It, it has a wedding
in it?

It's more than that, Lawrence.

It's what this whole thing
has been about.

Control.

The opera's a comedy: it's
about a couple getting married.

The villain is an aristocrat

who tries to force one of them
to sleep with him

on their wedding night.

You're saying that, that...
Frank Parris knew the opera,

and when he bumped
into Aiden,

quite by chance, on the eve
of his wedding,

he had a nasty idea.

He would do exactly
the same thing to Aiden.

Frank recognized him.

He knew Aiden's past.

And that gave him
complete power.

He would force Aiden
to have sex with him.

(overture to "The Marriage of
Figaro" playing)

So, why did Alan Conway put
the opera in his book?

SUSAN:
Well, Alan knew Frank
well.

So he must have guessed
what happened,

and included
"The Marriage of Figaro"

as a clue.
AIDEN: My wife was found
dead yesterday.

I was in love with her.

I don't have to listen
to any more of this.

Oh, I think you do.

Frank even pretended
that his key was broken,

and he passed it to you right
in front of your wife-to-be.

This is for you.

It's not working.

SUSAN:
The key for you to come
to his room later that night.

But he didn't realize
you'd decided

you weren't going
to play his game.

He was a danger to you.

(breath trembling)

And you were going
to get rid of him.

You also decided that you were
going to frame Stefan.

You must have known
about his gambling debts.

So, you made sure he didn't
wake up that night.

STEFAN (voiceover):
Maybe I drank too much wine

and it knocked me out.

SUSAN:
So you drugged him.

Cecily was taking
sleeping pills.

That's what knocked him out,

not the alcohol.

And then, when midnight came,
you dressed up as Stefan,

you carried his toolbox.

But first, you made sure
you'd have a witness.

♪ ♪

(Chase whimpers loudly)

(breath shuddering)

It would've only taken you
a few seconds

to get into room 12.

And then?

And then you hammered
Frank Parris to death.

No.

I would advise you not to say
anything, Mr. MacNeil.

You listen to what
she has to say.

Thank you,
Detective Superintendent,

but that wasn't
the end of it.

SUSAN:
Would've been easy for you
to get into Stefan's room.

Presumably, you had a master
key, or maybe you just took his.

♪ ♪

You hid the money

that you'd found
in Frank Parris's wallet

and you left bloodstains

using the fountain pen
that you'd stolen from Cecily.

(pen cap snaps)

This is all crazy--
Stefan was my friend.

That's not true, either.

He may have been, once.

But not once you found out

that he was having a
relationship with your wife.

What?

(inhales)

SUSAN:
Yes, I'm sorry to break it
to you, Lawrence,

and to you, Pauline.

Cecily was always fond
of Stefan.

They were always so close.

I mean, it's possible
the affair started

long before she met Aiden.

But of course,
she had to keep it from you.

He was an immigrant.

He had a criminal record.

LIAM:
It was Cecily.

In the wood.

Yes, that's right, Liam.

SUSAN:
You assumed
it was Stefan and Lisa.

It never occurred to you

that he might be involved
with both sisters.

(branch cracks)

♪ ♪

SUSAN:
That's the real reason
you fired him, isn't it, Lisa?

You found out.

Look, I don't believe it--
I won't believe it.

Cecily wasn't like that.

SUSAN:
I'm afraid the evidence

is right in front of your eyes,
Lawrence.

Your granddaughter,
Roxana.

Does she look anything
like Aiden?

Or does she remind you
of someone else?

Stefan-- oh, my God.

He's spent seven years
in jail because of you!

He confessed!

Yes, he confessed because
you made him confess,

and you're gonna have
to live with that.

But even now,

he's protecting Cecily.

He didn't tell me the truth, but
he said something quite strange.

The one brightness in my life,

the one dawn that gives me hope,
has been taken from me.

Cecily chose the name
of her child.

Roxana is quite a common name
in Romanian.

It means brightness.

Or dawn.

♪ ♪

At least there's one good thing
that's left

out of all this.

I hope it's a consolation
to you.

You killed Cecily.

You took her to the woods
and you strangled her!

(Aiden's breath trembling)

I didn't want to.

I loved her.

I tried to love her.

But she saw something in that
stupid, stupid book that...

And she was going to tell.

You're an evil man.

You are a wicked, evil man!

(exhales heavily)

♪ ♪

I really do think
it is goodbye this time.

Watching you,
it was a master class, Susan.

(chuckles)
You certainly have
no need of me.

And yet...

What?

Alan Conway,
he dedicated his book

to Frank and Leo.

He also drew on
"The Marriage of Figaro," but...

I wonder...

Go on.

Are you sure there isn't

something else
you've missed?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(people talking in background)

(Andreas speaking Greek)

What do you think?

It's the new menu.

Oh!
(chuckles)

Looks good.

And good news--
we've had a cancellation.

When?

First two weeks of September,
two rooms.

Fantastic-- I'll let Katie know.

It'll be lovely
to have her here.
Mm.

What are you doing?

I'm just worried

that I missed something.

Susan.
Mm-hmm?

Cecily was found.

Aiden is going to spend
the rest of his life in prison.

Stefan is back with his
daughter-- you solved it all.

And you even got paid,
so what else is there?

Something.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(breathes deeply)

(people talking in background)

♪ ♪

Are you coming to bed?

In a minute.

It's almost midnight.

(inhales deeply)

(groans)

There's gotta be
something.

An anagram,

a play on words--
something

hidden!

It's gonna drive you mad.

If it doesn't drive you mad,
it's gonna drive me mad.

Come to bed.

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(softly):
I've got it.

(gasps)

(people talking and laughing
in background)

Hm.

Mm, thank you.

All right, tell me.

Alan wanted us to know
that the killer was Leo.

Leo was also a star sign.

So that's what he did.

He filled the book
with lions.

Go on.

Well, first of all,
there was the pub

at Tawleigh.

Then there was Oscar Berlin.

It is the work of almost
three years, Melissa.

SUSAN:
With his script.

It was all
about Richard the Lionheart.

The comic that Eric read
was the "Lion."

Alan told me that was a clue.

That was why he insisted
on Bert Lahr.

SUSAN:
He plays the cowardly lion

in "The Wizard of Oz."
ANDREAS:
Yes.

SUSAN:
The stained-glass window
in the Church of St. Daniel.

The lions' den.
Yeah!

And, most of all,

Algernon's number plate.

I mean, that really said it all.

I mean, it goes on and on,
and I've probably

missed half of them,
but that was his secret message.

There were lots of lions.

So that's it.

It's over!

We, yeah, may, maybe.

But you know Alan--
there might be something else.

There's nothing else--
it's enough.

Please, Susan,
don't be angry with me,

but it's time
to finish with all this.

I think you've allowed
Alan Conway

to do enough damage
to your life.

You might be right.

Of course I'm right.

I want you to forget
about all this

and come out with me tonight.

Where are we going?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

ANDREAS (voiceover):
The Psychro Cave.

It's also known
as the Cave of Zeus,

because they say
he was born here.

Mm.

(chuckles)

Why have you brought
me here, Andreas?

'Cause it's one of the most
beautiful places in Crete.

SUSAN:
Hm.

And I think

you've had your head
so buried in Alan's books,

his documents, his life,

that you've forgotten
about the moon

and the stars.

You're a true romantic.

I'm Greek.

We're all romantic.
(chuckles)

♪ ♪

I brought something with me.

I thought I might need it.

What is it?

It's everything
that James gave me

and all my notes
from Branlow Hall.

I don't need them.

Are you sure?

I've never been so sure
of anything in all my life.

Then let's make an offering
to the gods.
(chuckles)

To thank them for bringing us
back together...
(laughs)

...and to release you
from the dark shadows,

the memories
of what we've left behind.

(laughs)
(chuckles)

SUSAN:
An offering to the gods.

Thank you.

(chuckles)

(flames crackling)

♪ ♪

(animal hooting)

♪ ♪

(click)

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