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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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