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Previously
on "Queens of Mystery"...

Aah!

Must you overreact every time,
you stupid girl?

Look out!

This wasn't an accident.
It was murder.

We found this backstage.

Forensics have found
a set of prints.

Fiona Hutton.

Everything okay, Fiona?

What are you doing?!

Aaah!

I want no stone unturned,
Stone.

Help me!

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Quentin Glover's
untimely death

was a matter of grave concern,

but Matilda would be lying
if she didn't admit

to at least some small hint
of excitement

at the thought of seeing
Dr. Daniel Lynch again.

Sorry I'm late.

Dr. Young.

Doctor?

Daniel sends his apologies.

And until he makes
an honest woman of me,

it's Miss Young.

I'm a surgeon, not a doctor.

Right...

Two stab wounds.

First one's deep.

Most likely the fatal blow.

Second one
is purely decorative,

used to pin whatever
this is to his chest.

It's an article he wrote
about the play,

and not a very nice one.

Megan, isn't it?

Estimated time of death?

Within the past two hours.

How long's Fiona Hutton
been in custody?

Long enough to be ruled out.

We're assuming
that whoever killed Glover

raised the platform.

It wasn't a scheduled
part of the play,

and no one's come forward
to say they did it by mistake.

This Amy Austen
who's gone missing...

Is she the same Amy Austen
that attacked

Glover's car
with a cricket bat?

Sir.

I want her found
and questioned.

And Fiona Hutton?

Release her,
pending further investigation.

Two ex-husbands murdered
in as many days?

Oh! It's more than
a fragile heart can take.

You never mentioned you were
married to Quentin Glover.

Oh, it was very early
in my career.

I was a magician's assistant.

I was young, impulsive.

Thought it was true love.

Until you met Sir Lawrence.

Quentin was very understanding
about it.

Well, even he could see the
chemistry between me and Larry.

Still, he must have
felt betrayed

when you left him
for Sir Lawrence.

If he did,
he never showed it.

Terrible timing.

Still no sign of Amy,
and we open tomorrow night.

Don't suppose you'd consider?

You want me
to take Amy's role.

Would you?

Look, surely I'm too old.

Cor, my darling,
don't be so ridiculous.

You look a million dollars.
All right?

It'd be a privilege
for everyone in the audience.

Imagine their little faces,
seeing you play that part.

It'd be like all their
Christmases had come at once.

Please. We... We...
We're finished otherwise.

Well, if you're sure.

Thank you.

Hmm!
Thank you.

I'll let Ursula know.

Uh, before you go...
Quentin Glover?

Yeah, such terrible news.

You were seen giving him
an envelope yesterday lunchtime

in the Farewell to Arms Arms.

That?

Oh, i-it was tickets

for him and his colleagues
at the paper for opening night.

It's... It's tradition.

Thank you.

I still wish I knew
the whereabouts

of Quentin Glover's notebook.

I'm more interested in
the whereabouts of Amy Austen.

Did you see the way
she swung that bat?

She could definitely
have killed Quentin Glover.

I don't know why you're still
talking about this.

We promised Matilda
we'd keep out of it.

Huh! The way you kept out
of Fiona thingy's lithium?

- I came across that by accident.
- Pff!

No one rummages in bins
by accident, Jane.

Uh, where's my crisps?

I wanted salt and vinegar.

Okay.

Right, you look
for the notebook,

I'll concentrate
on Amy Austen.

Agreed.

I think I'll pay
a little visit

to the Wildemarsh Watchman.

Good night.

Good night.

Although Beth Stone's
undercover search

of the
Wildemarsh Watchman

would ultimately
prove unsuccessful,

it did at least direct her
where to look next.

Across town, her sister Cat...

Amy Austen, where are you?

...was making discoveries
of her own.

There you are.

Amy Austen.
Real name, Joanna Lurch.

No wonder you changed it.

I am sorry.
I... I got distracted.

I'm nervous about tonight.

Hello?

- Am I at the right place?
- Daniel?

I'm looking for
Detective Sergeant Stone.

Yes, come in.

Sorry to bother you at home,

uh, but Fiona Hutton's
toxicology results are back.

I thought
you'd want to see them.

Yes.

Good.

- Coffee?
- Uh, let me get that.

Uh, what am I looking at?

Uh, this figure here.

Fiona Hutton had high levels

of a powerful sleeping draft
in her system.

Far more than you'd take if you
were having trouble sleeping.

So she was drugged?

That would be my conclusion.

Could someone have
spiked her drink?

Uh, um...

Um, it... it would have to be
something with a strong flavor

to mask the taste
of the sleeping draft.

Like herbal tea?

Oh, excuse me.

Terry?
Is everything okay?

I've a bit of a situation,
Sarge.

Ursula's sister, Zoe, has locked
herself in the prop store.

- Okay.
- Everything okay?

Ursula Pittman's sister
has barricaded herself

in the theater prop store.

- Zoe?
- You know her?

Up until a couple of days ago,

she was coming into
the theater every morning.

Get your coat.
You're coming with me.

I'm gonna hand you over
to my sergeant, Zoe.

Hello, Zoe?
My name's Matilda.

Go away!

I've brought my aunt
with me, Zoe.

You know her.

Zoe.

Jane.

Why don't you tell me
what this is all about?

I don't want to.

But I will.

Ursula, don't!

You've left me
no choice, Zoe.

Zoe has ambitions
to be a playwright.

Sir Lawrence agreed
to mentor her.

That's why she's been
visiting me at the theater.

A couple of nights ago
they stayed late at the theater

to work on her latest script,

and Sir Lawrence
propositioned her.

Said he'd done a lot for her

and it was time
she did something for him.

- Did he...
- No, uh, nothing physical.

I thought he liked me
for my writing.

Because I had talent.

Zoe, it's Jane.

I've read your work.
You do have talent.

It takes courage
to be a writer, Zoe,

to put all that stuff

that's whizzing about
inside your head onto paper

for the world to examine,
to dissect, ridicule.

You have important things
to say, Zoe,

things the world
needs to hear.

Don't let
the thoughtless actions

of one creepy old man
drown out your voice.

I'll go sit with Zoe.

Thanks, Terry.

Your argument
with Sir Lawrence...

It was about
what he said to Zoe.

I'm sorry. She made me promise
not to say anything.

I'm so mad at myself.

I knew what he was like.
Should've seen it coming.

If things were so bad
between you,

why did you keep
working for him?

No one else would employ me.

I'm no better
than Ian Winterfield.

Ian Winterfield?

No one works as an understudy
for eight years

unless they have to.

If you're not happy here,
dear boy,

I wish you every success

in finding
gainful employment elsewhere.

Especially as,
in all that time,

Sir Lawrence never once
let Ian stand in for him.

Sorry to bother you, Sarge.

I've just had a report
that someone's hit your car.

Did anyone see who did it?

- Sorry, Sarge.
- They've left a note.

"Anyone watching will think
I'm leaving you

my details, but I'm not.

Sorry."

Don't worry.
I know a man who can help.

As Jane Stone
comforted Matilda

over the minor damage
to her mother's car,

Beth Stone
was tracking down a car

whose damage had been
anything but minor.

Hello.
Wildemarsh Autos.

Is that
Wildemarsh Auto Body Repairs?

Speaking.

To whom am I addressing?

- It's Ollie.
- Holly?

- Ollie.
- Oh, Ollie.

- Yeah.
- I'm so sorry.

I have a cousin named Ollie.

- Oh, you do, do you?
- Do you know him?

- I'm afraid not.
- Lovely man.

He can toss a caber
further than anyone

this side of the Tay.

Fascinating. Uh, what's
the point of your call?

Point of my call?

Well, I'm glad
you asked me that.

Listen, why don't you
just pop it 'round and...

I-I have to go.
Uh, be seeing you, laddie.

If you're looking
for Cat, she's out.

Actually, it's you
we're after, Ollie.

Someone's hit Matilda's car.

I thought I recognized it.
It was your mother's, wasn't it?

Yeah.

My dad did some of
the restoration work.

Why don't I see if I can
get to it today.

Thank you.

- Where to, then?
- Back to the theater.

I need a word
with Ian Winterfield

about his career
as an understudy.

I knew I recognized you.

Inspector Lambert?

No.
No, please.

Sold out?

Everything that's happened
in the last couple of days

has created
a kind of macabre interest.

Dr. Tyrell is a patsy!

They're calling it
the cursed play.

You are t-the, um,

uh, ah, um...

No, no, no, don't help me.
I know this bit. Um...

I'm beginning to think it is.

"You, Nurse Gilda,

are the true director
of the Macbeth Institute.

You are the real Dr. Tyrell."

Sorry!
Sorry, right.

You, Nurse Gilda,
are the true director...

You are the real Dr. Tyrell.

I need to speak
to Ian Winterfield.

- With pleasure.
- Um...

Okay, folks,
we'll pause it there.

Uh, Ian, Detective Sergeant
Stone needs a word.

Oh, uh,
everything okay, Sergeant?

I know it's hard to believe,
looking at me now,

but I was once considered
a rising star.

But I let it all
go to my head.

Drink, drugs.

I was out of control.

In the end,
no one would work with me.

I was a liability.

Not even my agent
would return my calls.

And then Sir Lawrence offered
you a job as his understudy?

At first I was grateful.
Truly.

I thought
if I kept my head down,

paid my dues,
all would be forgiven.

I'd burned too many bridges.

I ended up living my life
in Sir Lawrence's shadow.

It wouldn't even have been
so bad,

but he never once
let me stand in for him.

It got to the point
where I stopped bothering

to learn his lines.

And now Sir Lawrence
is dead,

and you have his lead role.

What?

You can't possibly believe
I killed him.

Well, don't you think I'd be
better prepared if I had?

I am dying out there, okay?

While Matilda
considered the desperate pleas

of "The Macbeth Duality's"
new leading man,

Cat Stone continued her
increasingly desperate search

for the production's
missing leading lady.

Hi.
Got a package for Amy Austen.

There's no one here
of that name.

Oh, sorry, my mistake.
It's uh, Joanna Lurch.

Ah.
Checked in yesterday.

Great.
Can you make sure she gets this?

Um, where's the ladies'?

Thanks.

If Cat Stone had the computer
skills of her sister Jane,

she would have hacked
the motel's computer system

and found Joanna Lurch,
alias Amy Austen.

If Cat Stone had the patience
of her sister Beth,

she would have knocked on
every door in the motel

until she found,
Joanna Lurch...

Oh!
Sorry, wrong room.

...alias Amy Austen.

Unfortunately,
for the Donquix Hotel,

Cat Stone possessed
neither of these skills.

What she did possess,
however, was...

...a powerful right hook.

Amy.

I'm not gonna have to chase you,
am I?

Sir Lawrence claimed
I was only given the part

'cause Uncle Kenneth insisted.

And did he?

I asked him yesterday.

He says he didn't.

But I know when he's lying.

So I...

I ran away.

So you didn't go into hiding

because you killed
Quentin Glover?

Quentin Glover's dead?

You didn't know.

Right, we've got
to get you back.

I'm not coming back.
Ever.

I can't face everyone
knowing that I'm only there

'cause of my uncle.

Listen, kid.

You're not
gonna solve anything

by running away
from your problems.

I learned that the hard way.

Now, look... Pack your bags,
meet me in reception.

10 minutes.

Where are you going?

I've got to
look into something.

Some dos and don'ts.

Firstly, smile.
Make sure you're presentable.

- Yes, always look happy.
- There you go.

Great smiling.
Well done.

Next, make sure
you offer some drinks.

Mm, offer her
a drink first. It's polite.

Uh, I think we should, uh...

Would anyone like to be
a volunteer?

- Derek? Derek? Yeah?
- Yep.

- There you go.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Ah...

Um...

Have you seen the new parking
restrictions on the high street?

They're quite...

...draconian.

Sorry.

Sorry, that's...

Do you want a drink?

Um...

So it wasn't due to me
coming off my medication?

Toxicology results show
you were most likely drugged,

possibly so the killer
could have

the backstage to themselves.

I can't tell you how much
of a relief that is to hear.

How did that get there?

I spoke to Dr. Lynch
when he took my blood sample.

He's gonna prescribe me
some new mood stabilizers

that won't affect
my baby's development.

He's rather nice, isn't he?

Yes, he is.

Rather.

You, Nurse Gilda,
are the true director

of the Macbeth Institute.

You are the real Dr. Tyrell.

You're not 21.
Your...

"Your real age is 60."

Your real age is 60.

You used your own
scientific methods

to reclaim your youth.

Matilda wondered
whether Ian Winterfield's

apparent failure to know
his lines was poor acting,

confirming his innocence,

or great acting,
confirming his guilt.

So, go ahead, call me a fool.

But what I can't work out

is why you're not
a hundred years old by now.

Blanche may be too old
for the part,

but there is no denying
she can act.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Corporate didn't warn you?

I can't age.

Oh, we all age, Inspector,
It's mankind's folly.

Not if you're an android.

Hello, everyone.

Amy.

I'm sorry for running out
on you all,

but I'm back now.

And I promise
I'm here to stay.

Okay, everyone,
take a loose five

while we get Amy
into costume.

Uh, Blanche,
thank you for standing in.

Not a problem, darling.

Nice to have you back, Amy.

CCTV from the motel,
proving Amy was in her room

when Quentin Glover
was killed.

But Cat Stone wasn't
the only one of Matilda's aunts

to come bearing gifts.

Mattie.

Aunt Beth.

Quentin Glover's notebook,

proving that he was going
to write a positive article.

And I've discovered
the identity of the man

they were with in the pub.

- Trevor McKee.
- The property developer.

Mr. Ridley, we need to talk.

My theater's been
losing money for years,

I only survive
because of council grants.

Trevor McKee wanted to redevelop
the place into luxury condos.

So why didn't you sell?

Council refused,
said we were part

of Wildemarsh's
cultural heritage.

Then Trevor came up
with a plan...

persuade the council
to invest in a big play,

then sabotage it

so they'd lose their money
when the show canned.

Which explains why everything's
been going so wrong.

I was to propose selling
the theater

and offer to use
some of the proceeds

to repay the council
the money they'd lost.

In exchange for granting
planning permission.

When Sir Lawrence approached me
to put on his play,

the council practically
threw money at me.

So you bribed Quentin Glover

to write a negative article
slating the play?

But then Quentin was murdered

and ticket sales
went through the roof.

25 years I've been trying and
failing to put on a hit show.

Now that I'm trying to fail...

...I can't.

Still no closer to figuring out
who the murderer might be?

Three people have an alibi
for Quentin Glover's murder.

Fiona Hutton, who was
in a police cell at the time,

Amy Austen,
who was in the hotel,

and Dame Blanche,
who we all saw onstage.

So it has to be one of
the other three suspects

who were in the vicinity.

So?

So, I'm not convinced
any of them did it.

Ready for opening night?

Oh, don't.
I'm nervous enough as it is.

Stop worrying.
It'll be fine.

Mattie?

Ah, I just need
a few more minutes.

- I'll... I'll meet you there?
- Okay.

Audience members
are reminded

to switch off
their mobile phones

and that the taking
of photographs

during the performance
is strictly prohibited.

Hello, Ken.

Councilor Bradley,
glad you could make it.

Oh!

I got this.

"Helping the over-50s
get back out there."

I never imagined you
lacking confidence

when it comes to dating.

It's not for me.

Why would I want to attend
something like this?

Because you're not dead yet.

And the last time you went
on a date, flares were still in.

Thanks, but I'm fine as I am.

I'm so nervous.

Oh, don't be, don't be,
don't be.

It's gonna be
absolutely brilliant.

As she caught
her own reflection,

Matilda suddenly understood

how Quentin Glover
had been murdered.

Of course.

And she knew that Amy Austen
was in mortal danger.

I'm so nervous.

You'll be fine.

- 30 seconds.
- Good luck.

I thought it was meant to be
bad luck to say good luck.

Don't you mean break a leg?

In which case, break a leg.

Okay.

iDetective Inspector
Henry Lambert for Dr. Tyrell.

Can I ask what it's regarding?

We've received reports
of an escaped inmate.

At the Macbeth Institute,
we prefer to call them patients.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

And I prefer to call
a spanner

a-a-a wrench.

You lose one or not, sister?

You investigating
on behalf of Cain Securities?

On behalf of the police.

Since law enforcement
was privatized,

Cain Securities runs the police.

We're all part of
the same family now, Inspector.

Cain Securities is ma and pa,

and, sibling rivalries aside,

I think you'll find
there's one place

where family loyalty's
well rewarded.

Catch my drift...

...brother?

Aah!

Ooh!

Mattie!

Stone!

Matilda!

Curtains!
Close the curtains!

Let's go.

Daniel. Daniel!

Mattie!
Be careful!

I know you didn't mean
to kill Sir Lawrence.

Your real target was Amy,
but Sir Lawrence misread his cue

and ended up standing
in Amy's place by mistake.

Aah!

Well, how I was to know
they'd mess up their cues?

So unprofessional!

Oh!

Right hook, Mattie!

It's time
to give yourself up.

Never.
Be seeing you, Sergeant.

It's over, Dame Blanche.

One final aria?

Allow me my confession?

Please?

All right.

When Sir Lawrence
sent me the script,

I assumed he wanted me
to play the lead.

We always played
opposite each other.

But on the first day
of rehearsals,

he told me
I was to play Dr. Tyrell.

I was horrified.

Larry was five years
older than me.

Producers still wanted him
to play the leading man

but stopped offering me
leading roles when I reached 40.

How's that fair?
Hmm?

I'm still the same woman
who sold out the West End,

the same woman who won
three Olivier Awards,

received 27 standing ovations

on the opening night
of "Hedda Gabler."

I'm still the same woman.

Just older.

And because I dare to be old,
I've been swept aside,

forced to make way
for a more acceptable face.

I'm no longer an object
of desire, of strength.

I'm to be pitied.
Ridiculed.

Or worse, ignored.

I know what I did was wrong.

Oi.

Forgive me.

I just wanted...

...needed...

...one more chance
to be center stage,

one more chance to show
the world I'm still here.

One more chance...

...to be the woman I was.

Brava!

Why are they clapping?

She's practically admitted
to murder.

We know that, but they don't.

They think this is
part of the show.

- Yeah.
- Well done.

- Thanks. Thanks a lot, yeah.
- Well done.

Thank you.

Did she say how Quentin Glover
was caught up in it all?

She persuaded him to get rid of
Amy so she could take her role.

Don't imagine it took
much persuading.

While Dame Blanche
distracted Fiona Hutton,

Quentin spiked her drink

so he could have backstage
to himself.

Okay, lovely.
Thank you, darling.

Then he listened out
for the line of dialogue

that told him Amy would be
directly under the sandbag.

A fountain of youth

for those with deep pockets
and shallow morals.

The opportunity
to live as a god.

Light without darkness.

Existence without fear.

Life without end.

Look out!

Except Sir Lawrence
got his cue wrong.

He stole Amy's lines and ended
up standing in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

Aah!

I said at the start this wasn't
an accident, it was murder,

but I was wrong.

It was an accident,
and it was murder.

Killing Sir Lawrence was never
part of the plan.

Quentin panicked.
He wanted to hand himself in.

He was even prepared
to take the rap

without mentioning
Dame Blanche's involvement,

but the risk was too great
for her to take.

No matter how loyal Quentin was,
there was always the chance

he could crack
under questioning.

After hearing about
Amy's attack on Quentin's car,

Dame Blanche decided to kill
two birds with one stone and set

Amy up for killing Quentin.

Hello?

Blanche?

Sure this is where
you want to meet?

Sorry, darling.

Nothing personal.

When Amy went missing,

it looked like
Dame Blanche's plan had worked.

Kenneth Ridley virtually
begged her to take Amy's role.

Until I brought Amy back.

Which is when she decided to go
back to plan A and kill Amy.

What I don't understand
is how she raised the platform

when we all saw her
onstage at the time.

We only thought we saw her.

What we actually saw
was a ghost.

- A ghost?
- Pepper's ghost.

I saw Fiona Hutton moving
a sheet of Perspex backstage.

It had been there all along.
I just hadn't noticed.

Dame Blanche used to be
a magician's assistant.

She was well versed
with the trick.

The strange wave she gave us
when we arrived

wasn't a wave at all,

it was her pulling the lever
for a mechanical platform

carrying the corpse
of Quentin Glover.

She used the Perspex
to bounce her reflection

onto the stage to make it look
as if she was there

when she wasn't.

With the four of us
as witnesses,

she had the perfect alibi.

The whole thing was done
with smoke and mirrors.

Sergeant,
what you did back there,

climbing after Dame Blanche,
that showed real...

- Guts.
- Fortitude.

Balls.

Quite.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies.

You're an unlikely hit.

Despite my best efforts.

- You don't seem upset.
- I'm not.

Whether I like it or not,
this theater's in my blood.

I was a fool to ever consider
selling it.

"The chemistry
between Amy Austen

and Ian Winterfield
is undeniable."

There you go. No, the next bit.
Read the next bit.

"They might just be the next
Sir Lawrence and Dame Blanche."

Except without all the murder
and death and stuff.

Yeah, the...

So the theater's safe.

Council have agreed funding
for the next five years,

as well as giving us
a restoration grant.

And what about you?

I was a single mother.

It's not always easy,
and, uh, me and Annie,

well, we don't always see
eye to eye, but, uh...

So have you told her?

What?

Um, we have arranged a date
for this evening.

Uh, I don't need
another blind date.

Mm.
This one's different.

We realize the last two
didn't work out as expected,

but we are positive
that this one will.

Good as new.

- How much do I owe you?
- You're kidding.

My landlord would kill me
if I took any money off you.

I heard that.

Thank you.

Anytime.

Thank you, Aunt Cat.

Told you before,
it's just Cat.

I found these in the car door!

Cat?

Yeah, Ollie, come up.

Hi.

Oh, you scrub up well.

Thanks.
Big date tonight.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.
Good luck.

I found this hidden in
a door panel of Matilda's car

when I took it off.

Looks old.

The door panel?
That's odd.

Oh, yeah, leave it with me.

I'll, um...
I'll make sure she gets it.

- Have fun.
- I will.

Inspector Thorne.

I-It's Derek.

My name's Derek.
Um...

I was wondering if
you'd, uh...

- Um, whether... whether you'd...
- Yes?

...w-whether you'd, uh,

dropped these flowers.

I saw them by your door.

No.
They're not mine.

Oh.

Night.

At the very same
moment that Inspector Thorne

was regretting not asking
Jane Stone out on a date,

Matilda was starting to regret
going on a date at all.

Matilda!

Are you okay?

Please don't take this
the wrong way,

but would you mind if I didn't
join you this evening?

Uh, okay.

It's just, um...

You see, there's...

...someone I like.

But it's complicated.

You understand, don't you?

I, uh, think so?

Thank you.

Cheers.

So, tell me about yourself.

Natasha keeping you waiting?

Actually, Natasha and I
have decided to take a break.

You don't have the time,
do you?

It's nearly 7:30.

I think I may have been
stood up.

We got your message.

So, we all agreed?

Yeah.

Yeah.

As Beth, Cat, and Jane Stone
attempted to close the door

on aspects of their
missing sister's past,

their beloved niece, Matilda,

found herself
inextricably drawn to a place

she felt certain
would open the next door

in solving her
mother's disappearance.

But if Matilda's return
to Wildemarsh

had taught her anything,

it was
that life was fragile...

...and that knowledge
was everything.

"Maybe," thought Matilda,

"some doors
shouldn't be opened."

At least, not until she was
sure of what she would find

on the other side.

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