All language subtitles for Magpie Murders s02e06.eng

Frank Parris. He was murdered.
Killed in a hotel.

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.

-I want to see him.
-That's not going to happen.

We found the body
of Cecily Treherne

in Woodland,
not far from here.

-[Muffled scream]
-She had been strangled

just like the actress
in that book of yours.

Melissa James had no enemies.

But sometime between 6:28
and 6:38 in the evening,

somebody broke into her house
and strangled her.

She called her physician,
Dr. Leonard Collins.

He drove straight around,
but by the time he arrived, she was dead.

-You murdered her.
-Yes, I strangled her in the bedroom.

[Groaning]

I do not believe John Spencer
took his own life.

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

Dr. Collins, of course.

Who in the blazes
killed John Spencer?

The person
who killed John Spencer...

was me.

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.

Waiter: 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.

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

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

[Scoffs] 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 know that you find
that it's 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 explained 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
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.

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

That's right.

-Waiter: Sir?
-Yes, yes, just pour it.

And as 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 Pund 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 would be so much better

if it all happened
at the same time.

I disagree.

I like the suspense.

So, what do we do now?

[Theme music playing]

[???]

Um...Could you
just give us some room?

Mmm. Thanking you.

Come on, Mr. Pund.

What were you
talking about back there?

You didn't kill John Spencer.
We all know that.

What did you mean?

Oh, 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, Ms. Cain.

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

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

Yes, I did wonder about that.

Well, it's very simple.

He claimed to have called you
from the Savoy Hotel

in London the morning before.

This would have been
the same day

that he learnt
of the death of his client.

He was very upset.

Perhaps, but the flight
from Idlewild Airport

would have taken
at least 10 hours.

He could not possibly have
travelled in that time.

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

Maybe I misheard him.

But I did not.

And there was something
about the way he spoke.

[In American accent]
She was injured during the shooting of a movie

with Hitchcock five years ago,

and then moved to somewhere
called Tawley in Devonshire.

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.

[Scoffs] But why?

Because somebody
very much wanted me

to investigate the death
of Melissa James.

And that somebody...

was you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Pund.

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

I thought it would be
very good for your profile.

Oh, yes, that's what you said.

But the true reason is that
you were infatuated with her.

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

Yes, I liked them.

No, it was more than that.
More than once, you revealed

an intimate knowledge
of her work.

Know that the furniture
came from the Mary Celeste?

Pund: The ship that disappeared.

And the title
of Melissa James's second film.

Oh, look at this.

Man: That's a prop
from one of our 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.

Pund: You persuaded me
to take the case, Ms. Cain.

You hired the actor
who played Edgar Schultz

because you wanted to enter
the world of Melissa James.

Break a leg.

Thank you, darling.

You were her greatest fan,

which you made clear
when you wrote to her.

Chubb: How can you do it?

Pund: "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.

-[Groans]
-[Objects shatter]

Pund: Because,
of course, you knew

that I would recognise
your handwriting.

Chubb: Wait a minute.

Are you saying
that she killed John Spencer?

That is exactly
what I am saying.

[Madeline sighing]

And as I am the one
who brought her here,

it is I who am to blame.

What do you got to say,
Ms. 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.

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,
Ms. Cain.

Pund: 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 Cape?

Who was at the window?

Oh, that was Eric Chandler.

Pund: The police had come
to the house,

and he was concerned

that they were discussing
his own misdemeanours.

So he decided to eavesdrop

on what was taking place
in the living room.

[Indistinct conversation]

Chubb: Bang to rights,
that he confessed.

You can't argue with that.

[Gasps] Mr. Pund!

Pund: You will recall
that the back door

to the kitchen was only
a short distance away.

And that was how Eric was able
to disappear so quickly.

For once, his mother
tried to protect him.

[Panting]
Has anyone come in here?

No, sir.

We've been here all the time.

Pund: But I saw
there was mud on his shoes.

With everyone distracted,
that gave Ms. Cain

the perfect moment
to seize her opportunity.

-[Cain grunts]
-[John groans]

[Groaning]

[Screaming]

I'm so sorry, Mr. Pund.

Sorry?

That you committed
a terrible crime,

or that when you killed
John Spencer,

you had chosen the wrong person?

Well...

Both, really.

[Sighs]

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

With immediate effect.

I accept your resignation.

[???]

Chubb: Mind your steps.

[Car door opens]

[Car door shuts]

[Engine turns over]

[Knocking at door]

It's too early.
Tell them to go away.

You stay there.

-Morning. Uh, this came for you.
-Oh, morning.

-Thanks, Derek.
-Welcome.

What is it?

It's from Craig Andrews.

Don't open it.

[Exclaims] My phone.

No note.

I'm sorry I mistrusted you.

If you remember, I once
accused you of being a killer.

[Chuckles] Well, that'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 wanna 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.

[Indistinct chatter]

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.

[Scoffs] 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.

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.

But 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?

Andreas: How far is the prison?

-It's about 60 miles.
-Mmm.

You sure you want to come?

I'm afraid you're gonna 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.

[Laughs] I think all the thieves
are locked up inside.

-[Both laugh]
-You never know.

God, I've missed you.

[???]

-Officer: Name?
-Susan Ryeland.

I'm visiting Stefan Leonida.

-ID.
-Oh.

Thanks.

Oh, thank you.

[Door buzzes]

[Door buzzes]

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 is 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 Pund Takes the Case.

It was written by a man
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?

What 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.

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.

Tell me about Lisa.

She's evil. She's the 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... There's something
I don't understand.

Two weeks later,
you were still seeing her.

Who told you that?

You were seen in the woods.

-Liam Corby?
-Mmm. Yeah.

[Clears throat]

That was the last time
I saw her.

Thought if I give her
what she wanted,

she would give me my job back.

But she didn't.

I told you, she's evil.

Susan: 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,

"the dawn that has been
taken from me."

What did he mean by that?

Well, you should have asked him.

Oh, yeah, a bit late now.

[Susan sighs]

Andreas: Can we stop
for a drink?

Well, I'm... I'm driving.

But I'm not.

[Brakes screeching]

Andreas: I'll get the drinks.

What are you having?

Um, lemonade, please.

I'll be right back.

[Sighs]

You have found
what you are looking for?

I thought I might have
a message from my sister.

No... I'm not referring
to the device in your hands.

I was thinking
of the investigation.

Oh, it's hopeless.
I've asked 1,000 questions,

and I still don't have
any answers.

-But you have many,
many answers. -Hmm.

That's how it worked
for the detective.

Um, I'm not a detective.

You have so much
that is in your head.

Truth, lies,
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?

[Sighs] Could be anything. Um...

A magpie, a moonflower...

The name of this...

public house, for example.

Plough and Stars.

The Plough and Sta...
Why should that ha...

[???]

Susan.

Ah-ha!

Forget the drinks, Andreas.
We gotta go.

[???]

[???]

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.

[Scoffs] 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 have 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.

[Scoffs]
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.

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

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

Susan: So it's
all been a charade.

Hmm?

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.

[???]

-That felt good.
-I was impressed.

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

Because I know who did.

[???]

[???]

Susan: Let's finish the job,
then we can go.

-Where to?
-Home.

And where is that?

Crete, The Trifoli.

Susan, 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 the CEO.

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.

Andreas, 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, but that's...
-Yeah, it's perfect.

So... [Speaking Greek]

[In English] I'm still
not 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.

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

-[Speaking Greek]
-Hmm.

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.

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.

You better know what you're
talking about, Ms. 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.

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.

[Laughing] What's that
got to do with anything?

It's the reason Derek
went upstairs.

I noticed, uh, a brooch

-in the display on the landing.
-A fagine.

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 wasn't Stefan?

No, Derek, it was Leo.

Who's Leo?

-Leo was a male escort
working in London. -[Sighs]

Frank Parris
was a client of his,

and Alan's book is dedicated
to both of them.

"For Frank and Leo:
In Remembrance."

Cecily said the killer
was named in the book.

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 was probably
in bed with jetlag."

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.
-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 10th.

How about you, Aiden?

August 16th.

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 realised its significance.

Its 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,

travelling 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 are Leo.

Got it in one,
Detective Superintendent.

He met Cecily

and he married her
because he wanted all of this.

-It's not true.
-Susan: 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 into the hotel,

and, of course,
he recognises you.

Aiden: We might have something
in the Moonflower wing.

[Chuckling] This is all lies.

One moment he's all sullen
and sniffy about his room,

and the next, he's all smiles

because he's already worked out
what he's going to 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 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...
-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 recognised him.

He knew Aiden's past.

And that gave him
complete power.

He would force Aiden
to have sex with him.

[???]

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

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.

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

But he didn't realise
you'd decided

you weren't going
to play his game.

He was a danger to you.

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: Maybe I'd 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.

[???]

[???]

[???]s

[Dog yelps]

It would have only taken you
a few seconds

to get into Room 12.

And then?

And then you hammered
Frank Parris to death.

-No.
-Locke: 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.

It would have 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 blood stains
using the fountain pen

that you'd stolen from Cecily.

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?

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.

It was Cecily? In the wood?

Yes, that's right, Liam.

You assumed it was
Stefan and Lisa.

It never occurred to you

that he might be
involved with both sisters.

[Branch cracking]

[???]

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

You found out.

I don't believe it.
I won't believe it.

Cecily wasn't like that.

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 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.

[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 she was going to tell.

You're an evil man.

You are a wicked, evil man.

[Sighs]

[???]

[???]

I really do think
it is goodbye this time.

Watching you, it was
a master class, Susan.

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?

[???]

[???]

[???]

[Indistinct chatter]

Hi.

What do you think?

It's the new menu.

Oh...

-It looks good.
-And good news,

-we've had a cancellation.
-When?

The first two weeks
of September, two rooms.

Fantastic. I'll let Katie know.

It'll be lovely
to have her here.

-Mmm.
-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.

[???]

[???]

[???]

[Sighs]

Are you coming to bed?

In a minute.

It's almost midnight.

Oh...

There's got to 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]

I've got it.

[Gasps]

[Indistinct chattering]

[Andreas chuckles]

Mmm. 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 Tawley.

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.

He plays The Cowardly Lion,
in The Wizard of Oz.

The stained glass window
in the Church of St. Daniel.

-The Lion's 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.

Well, yeah, 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: Dikteon Cave.

It's also known as
the Cave of Zeus

because, they say,
he was born here.

Hmm.

[Chuckles]

Why have you
brought me here, Andreas?

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

[Susan chuckles]

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 are all romantic.

[Both chuckle]

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.

-[Laughs]
-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]

Susan: An offering to the gods.

Thank you.

[???]

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