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Chubb: Melissa James
had no enemies,

but somebody broke into her
house and strangled her.

We have information
that could help you.

Madeline: "My darling,
darling..."

Atticus: This is evidently not
addressed to her husband.

Mr. Marsh has suggested
that he and Miss James

were more than
business partners.

A very,
very close relationship.

She said, and these
were her exact words,

that, "The hotel was crooked."

An eye hole concealed
in the wall.

-Samantha: How much?
-£980,000.

-She had no other relatives.
-What about Algy?

Leonard: No other relatives
she cared for.

Susan: I've got an interview.

It's an independent
publishing company

and I know the CEO.

-Good luck.
-Susan: I'm going to
London tomorrow,

I'm hoping
to speak to Stefan Leonida.

Aiden: He's in jail in Norfolk.

I have a friend who works
with the prison service.

The writer Craig Andrews.

You can take whatever money
the Trehernes

are stupid enough to pay you
and get the hell out of here

because if I see you again,
I will arrest you.

Cecily: It was here.
I know it was.

Aiden: Cecily,
what're you looking for?

The pen. My dad's pen.

He lent it to me for tomorrow.

Aiden: Well,
why do you need it?

Something borrowed.

Cessy, relax.

We can just find
something else.

It was expensive and you've
never even used it.

Who could have taken it?

[ Sighs ]

Hey, hey, hey.

You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

No.

[ Chuckles ]

Right, this is what
we're gonna do.

We have this party
this evening.

But first, we can have
a quiet drink...

...just the two of us.

And we're gonna watch the sun
come down, all right?

I don't want to drink
too much tonight.

One is not
gonna hurt you.

Cecily: I wish Dad had closed
the hotel for the wedding.

We have weddings here
all the time.

Nobody's ever complained.

I know,
but this one's special.

I'm glad you think so.

I can't believe
that this time tomorrow

we'll be on our way
to Antigua.

And married.

[ Giggles ]

[ Frank clears throat ]

Oh, God.

Aiden.

Mr. Parris.
What can I do for you?

Well, you can start
by introducing me

-to your lovely fiancée.
-[ Chuckles ]

Cecily, this is the guest
that I mentioned to you.

The one who didn't
like his room.

Ah, yes. I hope
your new one's all right.

Oh, it's perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

This is for you.

-Sorry?
-This isn't working.

Have you had it
next to your phone?

That can
de-magnetize them.

No, I don't think so.

But I can see
that I'm intruding.

Can I offer you
my congratulations

-for tomorrow?
-Thank you.

And I understand there's a party
this evening.

Yes. I hope
we won't disturb you.

Oh, not at all.
I'm actually going out.

There's an opera being performed
at Snape Maltings.

-What opera is that?
-Uh, Mozart.

The Marriage of Figaro.

It's one
of my favorites.

God, what a creep!

Cecily: We need
to get him a new key.

Aiden: Sure.

There is
one thing, though.

Yeah, what's that?

The opera he mentioned.

The Marriage of Figaro.

What about it?

I was looking at the program
just yesterday,

and if he's going
to Snape Maltings tonight,

he's wasting his time.

It's not on.

[ "The Marriage
Of Figaro" playing ]

Hmm.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Craig Andrews.
-Susan!

-Wonderful to see you.
-Oh, this is so kind.

Not at all.
It's a pleasure.

Uh, where's your car?

Uh, I'm in a bay,
around the corner.

Perfect.
Come on in.

Susan: I hope I haven't
disturbed your writing.

Craig: No, honestly,
it's fine.

How long
was the drive down?

-Susan: Oh, about two hours.
-That's not bad.

Still got
that little red MG?

[ Chuckles ] Yeah,
afraid so.

Would you, um,
like some coffee?

Uh, yeah,
I'd love some.

These are for Louise.

Louise?

Oh, God, um...

-Didn't I tell you?
-What?

She's not here.

We, um...

We went
our separate ways.

Right. When?

Uh, last year.

You didn't say anything
on the phone.

Craig: Well, I assumed
you knew.

-No.
-Oh...

I feel a bit
embarrassed now, um...

I hope you don't feel
uncomfortable staying here.

Oh, no,
not at all. But...

There's a hotel
up the road.

-No, no, no.
-[ Both chuckle ]

No, I'm fine,
it's just, you know,

if I'd have known...

-Well, I love flowers.
-Oh, great!

-Here you go.
-Thank you. [ Chuckles ]

Craig: Mm.

Why don't you
make yourself comfortable?

Your room's at the top
of the stairs,

-first on the right.
-Okay.

-I'll get the coffee on.
-Susan: Sure.

[ Laughs ]

So, what happened?

-What, me and Louise?
-Mm.

Well, you know
what it's like

being married
to a writer.

I'm not sure
there's a more selfish,

inward looking
profession in the world.

Anyway, we had three
good years and, um...

-then she met someone else.
-I'm sorry.

No, don't be. I mean,
we're still good friends

and, um, I'm very happy,
this house,

the books.

Which I owe all to you,
by the way.

Oh, Craig, that's not true.

Well, you found me.
You encouraged me.

Somehow you made
the books, um...

Bestsellers?

-Exactly.
-[ Both chuckle ]

You and Alan Conway.

Yeah. I was sorry
about Clover Books.

Me, too.

I'm looking
for another job.

Well, anyone
in their right mind

would snap you up.

Actually, I've got
an interview today.

Oh, really? Who with?

Uh, Parker Chance.

Do you know them?
They're an independent.

They're small,
but you know,

they're successful.

I thought you were happy
in Crete.

I am.
But I miss publishing.

What does Andreas
think about all of this?

It's not easy.

God, we've got
so much to catch up on.

Why don't we do it
over supper?

There's this new
little bistro

that's opened up
just around the corner

if you're up for it,
it's very informal.

Yeah, I'd...
I'd like that.

Great.

Oh, by the way, I managed
to track down your prisoner.

-Mm!
-Um...

Stefan Leonida

is being held in HMP Waystern
in Norfolk.

Right, um,
can you get me in?

As it happens, I know
the governor. [ Chuckles ]

Basically, I've added you
to their literacy program.

Obviously, there are
some forms to fill in

and Mr. Leonida has to agree
to a one to one.

Mm-hmm. Brilliant.
Thank you.

I'm glad to help.

Did you know
that last year my books

were the third most
popular in prison

after James Patterson
and Jeffrey Archer?

I'm not surprised.

Well, you know.

[ Both chuckle ]

[ Speaking Greek ]

[ Bell dings ]

-Susan.
-Nathan.

-Sorry to keep you waiting.
-Oh.

-It's great to see you again.
-And you.

-How are you?
-Yeah, I'm good. Thank you.

-Yeah.
-Please, come on up.

Nathan: So you've been in
Athens? How long is it now?

Oh, a year, and actually,
it's Crete.

Yes, that's it.

And you've been, uh...
running a hotel.

-Mm.
-The Trifilli?

Yes. It's a Greek
for clover.

Andreas named it after...

Clover Books.

[ Both laugh ]

I was very sorry to hear about
what happened.

Yeah. Yeah,
it was horrible.

So, you want
to come back?

That's why
I'm here.

Yeah,
I miss publishing.

And I heard you're looking
for a senior editor.

If you don't mind, I'll just say
right from the off.

I feel a little awkward
interviewing you, Susan.

Oh.

I thought it was just
a conversation

between two friends,

one of whom
had given the other

his first job in publishing
15 years ago.

I'm still grateful.

You don't need to be.
You did a brilliant job.

Okay, then.

But as a friend, I'll be honest
with you, Susan,

I'd love to have you
on board.

If it was my decision,
you'd start tomorrow.

But I'll have to talk to my
partners. Persuade them.

-Persuade them?
-Well, they don't know you.

But they know
Alan Conway.

Eighteen million
copies sold.

I mean, they've heard
of the White Dagger series.

They've read
Craig Andrews.

Alan Conway is dead.

White Dagger's out of print.

And even Craig Andrews
doesn't sell like he used to.

Well, that's told me,
I suppose.

No, I don't mean to do that,
I'm just saying.

Like, you've been away
for a year, Susan.

And things have been
changing very fast.

The people,
the industry.

Are you saying
I'm out of touch?

-I didn't say that.
-I think you implied it.

Okay, then. Fine.
Let me ask you something.

Do you have
an Instagram account?

Nope.

-Are you on TikTok?
-No.

-What do you think of romantasy?
-Why do you ask?

Forty million copies sold,
mainly through BookTok.

-And I'm not on BookTok either.
-And that's what I mean.

That's what
I'm talking about.

No, what you're talking about
is genre fiction.

Romantasy may sell
millions, but...

[ Sighs ]

You really a fan?

I'm a fan
of the sales.

-Ah.
-And some of the biggest writers

in the world
aren't writers,

in the old school sense.
Not anymore.

-They're influencers.
-Oh, right.

Yeah. Okay. Do you really
believe that?

Do you?

Times have changed.
Yes, of course they have.

But you know as well as I do
that what sells books

isn't social media
in any shape or form.

It's writers
who can tell stories

that means something
to people's lives.

That's my world. And if you want
to make me feel like

I'm Methuselah's great aunt,

then I'm disappointed in you
because that is not who I am

and it's not how you were
when you started out.

Okay, then, um...

All right. Let me ask you
something else.

If you want to talk
old school.

We're publishing a crime novel
by Lucy Foley.

She's very good.

Here's the cover.

What do you think?

[ Sighs ] It's a good title.
I like the colors.

But I'm not sure
about the image.

Why not?

Because it's crass
and clichéd,

and it's actually
rather horrible.

Lucy Foley
is an intelligent writer.

She needs this sort of an image
like a hole in the head.

Which is actually
what it shows.

Nathan: Our marketing team
liked it.

Well, they're wrong.

Lucy's readers
use their brains.

They don't need
to see them splattered

all over the page.

And it was my idea.

Well, I don't think
it's a good one.

We'll let you know.

I think
you already have.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

We'll have a bottle
of the Chablis Premier Cru.

Perfect.

Susan: Thanks.

I shouldn't be drinking
at lunchtime,

Richard will be mad
with me.

Um, who's Richard?

My current live-in.

-Ooh.
-Actually, it's more than that.

We're thinking
of getting married.

-[ Gasps ]
-God, isn't that awful?

Must be getting old.

You've done very well
for yourself.

You mean Alan Conway
did well for me.

I got two million
for that house, Susan.

Wow.

Did you ever think I was the one
who did him in?

Oh, you were
my number one suspect.

Glad to hear it.

Poor Alan.

Even after
all this time,

it's still hard to believe
he was murdered.

Susan: Hmm, it is.

Oh, it's good
to see you again, James.

James: Yeah, that's fine,
just pour it.

Now, second murder.

-Susan: Oh.
-You never stop, do you?

Well...

the whole world believes
that a Romanian hotel worker

Stefan Leonida,
killed Frank Parris.

Cecily Treherne
had her doubts,

and now
she's disappeared.

Now, it may be that Alan
hid something in the book,

and you knew him
better than anyone.

Well, I knew
Frank Parris, too.

-Did you?
-God, yes.

In the bad old days
when I was working,

Frank took me to bed

maybe half a dozen times,
300 quid a pop.

But to be honest, he wasn't
a very nice man, Susan.

In what way?

He liked to have
all the power.

He liked to play games.

Not at all
my cup of tea.

Well, he was paying top wax,
so I didn't complain.

And actually, I should be
grateful to Frank.

It was Frank who introduced me
to Alan.

That was before
Alan came out.

Oh, yeah, long before.
Alan was gay, obviously,

but he didn't want
anyone to know it.

He just finished
his second book,

and he was married.
He was terrified.

If anyone found out about him,
it would just ruin his career.

But it's Frank
who changed all that.

In what way?

Frank was a sort of...
mentor to him.

Encouraging him
to explore his sexuality.

So, Frank introduced you
to Alan to help him?

Absolutely.

-I was part of his therapy.
-[ Susan chuckles ]

James: I quite liked Alan
when I first met him.

He was so unsure of himself.

It was only much later
when Alan's book sales

went ballistic,
he became a monster.

Alan, you're gay,
you like men,

why don't you
just admit it?

I have a wife and son.

And you think
they don't suspect

that maybe something
isn't quite right?

What do they think
that Daddy's doing in London

on his own half the time?

It's not just that.

I work in a school.

Alan,

there are hundreds
of gay teachers out there.

Doesn't make them
dangerous or predatory.

You're just scared,
and you're making excuses,

and you don't see it, but you're
harming your own life.

-Be what you are. Be happy.
-[ Mobile chimes ]

I've got to dash.

Leo is waiting
for me outside.

Why didn't you invite him?

I'm spending
enough on him as it is

without buying him dinner.

Nice to see you again, James.

Look after my friend.

I'm not just a commodity,
you know.

Actually, that's exactly
what you are.

But you're a very nice one.

Have fun.

James: That was the last time
I saw Frank Parris.

We were sitting
at that table over there.

Alan became
a regular client of mine.

And then we became
an item.

Finally, he came
out of the closet.

Of course, nobody gave a damn.
Welcome to the 21st century.

Tell me about Leo.
Did you ever meet him?

No.

I'd heard his name mentioned
quite a lot on the circuit.

Alan met him with Frank
a couple of times.

He used to say Leo was
much sexier than me.

Exactly the sort of thing
he would say.

Nothing else?

Not really.

Do you know
where he came from?

Actually, maybe I do.

I have a feeling
he was Australian.

Why do you say that?

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."

Ah...

You know, Alan's third book
was dedicated to them.

"For Frank and Leo:
In remembrance."

What do you think
he meant?

Maybe Leo died.

AIDS was still killing
loads of young men.

Even then, 2013,
500 a year.

Leo disappeared off the scene,
that could have been why.

I take it
you never read the book?

I never read any of them,
until I was in them.

I only showed up
in book number five.

But I have got something
that may help you.

I managed
to dig these out for you.

They're the notes
Alan made

when he was writing
Atticus Pund Takes the Case.

That's exactly
what I wanted!

-Thank you.
-It's even better than that.

I found
all the interviews he did

when he visited
the hotel.

-Branlow Hall?
-Yes!

He spoke to loads
of people,

and they're all
on these memory sticks.

Imagine that, you can actually
hear Alan's voice again.

That'll be
an experience.

I'll bet.
You can keep it all.

It's no use to me.
Anyway...

I suppose we should have
a toast to Alan?

No.

To you and Richard.

I hope you'll be
very happy together.

[ Glasses clink ]

Alan: Do you mind
if I record this?

I don't know, really.
Why do you want it?

I like to keep a note
of everything I do.

I take it you know
who I am.

Oh, I can't say I do.
I'm sorry.

Alan Conway.

Well, I'm a writer.
You might have heard of me.

Are you a journalist?

It's been six weeks

since the death
of Mr. Parris,

and we've still
got journalists

turning up
all the time.

Some of them
have even booked rooms.

I don't think we really
have any more to say.

I am not a journalist.

I used to teach
at Woodbridge School,

but I've just given 'em
my notice.

I'm a full-time
writer now.

Fiction. I write
detective stories.

Oh, yes.
Yes, I'm sorry, uh...

I don't really have
much time for literature.

I was also a very close friend
of Frank Parris.

-Well, I'm very sorry.
-Hmm.

We were all shocked
by what happened.

You can imagine.

I was thinking
of writing a story

based on
what happened here.

-A novel?
-Yes.

Well, I'm -- I'm not sure
I-I'd feel

very comfortable
being in a book.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

I never use real people
in my books,

and certainly
not without their permission.

Lawrence:
That's room 13 Moon--

Alan: Interview with
Cecily Treherne,

24th July, 2015.

[ Clears throat ] Can I just
start by saying

how sorry I was to hear
about what happened.

And on your wedding day
of all days.

Thank you.

Did you manage
to get away?

No. We had to postpone.

Aw.

Cecily: We hope to go to Antigua
in a couple of weeks.

Oh, thank you.

I'm sure it will be lovely
when you get there.

How well did you know
Mr. Parris, Mr. Conway?

Oh, no, Alan, please.

Well, he was
a very a good friend.

Although I hadn't seen him
for a couple of years,

after he went
to Australia.

Did you know he was coming back
to this country?

No. I did hear about
the collapse of his business.

It was sad.

Frank was a very
generous man.

He was quite
a difficult guest.

In what way?

Didn't like his room.
complained about the food.

And I'd be interested
to know,

did he have a habit
of making things up?

What do you mean?

Well, there were
two things.

At first, he said his room key
wasn't working.

But later on, when we checked
it, it was absolutely fine.

-Oh.
-And there was something else

-that was strange.
-What was that?

He told everyone
he was going to the opera.

To see The Marriage of Figaro
in Snape.

Made a big thing
of it.

But it was nonsense.

I actually double checked
and it wasn't on.

Figaro.

Cecily: Why do you want
to know all this, Alan?

Oh, to be honest, I...
[ Clears throat ]

I'm a little bit stuck
with my newest book.

I thought it might
give me a few ideas.

But don't worry, I'm not going
to write about any of you.

I'm setting my new book
in Devon.

Tell me
about Stefan Leonida.

He's on remand.

His trial is coming up
in a few months.

Do you think he did it?

Well, there was money
in his room,

and Derek saw him
in the corridor

the night it happened, so...

Derek is your
night manager, yes?

Yes, but it's all irrelevant.

The police tell me
he's made a full confession.

Well, you don't sound
so sure.

I liked Stefan.

I trusted him.

He had
a criminal record.

He wasn't the only young
offender working in the hotel.

My father was running
a program.

So, who else?

I don't think it's fair
to give out names.

No, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.

Aiden: Cecily.

This is Aiden,
my husband.

Yes, we've met.

I showed Mr. Conway
to his room.

I hope it's all right.

Fine. Thank you.

Alan's been asking me
about the murder.

Aiden: Yes.

I was told you were
talking to Lawrence.

We had a brief chat.

Forgive me, Mr. Conway,

I know who you are
and what you write.

But it's my job to look after
the interests of this hotel,

and all in all, I don't think
we need any more publicity.

Then I really don't think

you could stop me
writing what I want.

No, but I can
politely ask you

to stop asking
intrusive questions.

No offense meant.

[ Exhales ]

Alan: Aiden... No.

Archie... No.

Algernon.

Yes!

[ Thunder crashes ]

Alan: Algernon Marsh
had no decency,

no scruples,
and no loyalty to anyone.

This was something
his brother-in-law,

Dr. Leonard Collins,
was about to discover.

You are a swine, Leonard.

You weren't going to tell me.

How dare you search
through my desk?

I was looking
for the bus timetable.

[ Sighs ]
But this is what I found.

The last will and testament
of Clarissa Marsh.

Late of Brooklyn, New York.

£980,000.

She left it to Samantha,
not to you.

Ooh, she was my aunt, too.

She saw you
for what you were, Algernon.

And so did Melissa.

Those shares
you were selling her

weren't worth the paper
they were printed on.

How do you know that?

She told me.

She knew
you were lying to her.

Well, you'd know
a thing or two about lying,

wouldn't you, Leonard?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

£980,000.

She didn't want you
to have the money.

And there is nothing
you can do about it.

See, that's where I think
you might be wrong, Leonard.

You can talk to Samantha.

You can persuade her
to divide it two ways.

Fifty-fifty.

And why in God's name
would I do that?

Because there are things
that Melissa told me

about you, Leonard.

Things that might make
my sister

see you in a very
different light.

Are you threatening me?

Do you know,

I think I might be.

Well, where is Samantha now?

In the church, hmm?

Because that might make
a very good place

to have a little chat.

[ Thunder crashes ]

Susan: So, eight years ago,

Alan Conway
visits Branlow Hall.

He talks to Lawrence,
he talks to Aiden and Cecily,

to Derek.

And he must have met
Derek's mother, too,

because she's
in the book, and...

He turns them all
into caricatures.

[ Both laugh ]

Um, should we, um...

Should we get another one?

Oh, my God,
have we finished it?

Well, it's been
that sort of day, hasn't it?

[ Both laughing ]

-Just a glass.
-Okay. Excuse me.

-Waiter: Yes, Sir?
-Two more glasses, please.

Waiter: Of course.

He must have known
who killed Frank Parris.

Yeah, but it might
have been...

Oh, God, what was
his name again? Stefan...

-Leonida.
-Yeah.

Well, yeah,
except if it was Stefan,

it would have been
an open-and-shut case.

And DS Locke would have actually
got it right for once.

But I just don't think that
would have interested Alan.

-It's quite a puzzle.
-Hmm.

Why did Alan have to be
so bloody inscrutable?

-Inscrutable.
-Hmm.

I love that word.
It's so Edgar Wallace.

Oh, God, don't tell me
you used to read him?

-Pulp fiction. I loved him!
-[ Laughs ]

I was about five.

Do you...

have to go back
to Suffolk tomorrow?

I'm working
for the Trehernes.

I'm on the payroll.

They won't miss you
for one more day, will they?

I need to see Katie again.

I'm worried about her.

There's something
she isn't telling me,

and I said
we'd have supper.

I'll be honest
with you, Susan, it's...

really great
to see you again.

Waiter:
Here you are, madam.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

She's always been
the sensible one.

Is she older than you?

No.

Younger!

Oh, God!

But Katie's married,

she's got two children,

she's got
a sensible job.

[ Craig chuckles ]

A part of me
has always envied her.

Well, I would have said
that Crete

was much more
of an adventure.

Yeah, you would
have thought so.

Hasn't really
turned out like that.

Here we are.
Shall we, uh...

have a little nightcap?

Susan: Why not?

[ Both chuckle ]

-Oh, wow.
-[ Both laugh ]

So...

will you go back?

-Where?
-Crete.

Um...

Hmm. I don't know.

No.

-Oh, don't think so...
-Sorry. Sorry.

Don't be.

No. You're right.

You need to go back
to editing.

-Ha!
-Yeah.

My books were so much better
when you were working on them.

That's not true.

-Mm?
-Hmm.

You should tell
Parker Chance...

that if they give you a job,

I'll come over to them.

Oh, well...

I think they'd like that.

Hmm.

[ Clicks tongue ]

I've really
missed you, Susan.

Oh...

[ Music plays on stereo ]

What are you doing?

Don't -- Don't tell me
I've offended you.

No.

No, no, you haven't
offended me.

-But, I...
-But what?

No, I...

I'm really grateful.
Craig, I am.

But I'm still
with Andreas, so...

But you just told me --

No, no, no.

Oh, come on.

Look, you're fed up
with Crete,

you're fed up
with the hotel --

Yes, but I'm not
fed up with him.

Well, then why have you
been leading me on?

What?

[ Scoffs, chuckles ]

No, I...

No, Craig,
you have completely

misread this.

-I don't think I have.
-Yeah, no -- Craig!

I did not come here...

Right, I think
I'm gonna have to --

Oh, God.
I'm gonna have to go.

What? No, no, no.

You can't go.
You're too drunk to drive.

Susan: I'm gonna get a cab.

[ Scoffs ]

Oh...

Oh, taxi!

Hi!

Uh, nearest hotel, please.

-Susan: Hi.
-Hi.

-Um, can I book a room, please?
-Yes, of course.

For the -- For the night.

Where's my phone?

My phone...

Where's my...

Oh, my God...

Must have left it
in the cab.

[ Sighs ]

Great.

God.

[ Machinery whirring ]

[ Baby crying ]

[ Groans ]

[ Baby continues crying ]

Chubb: I have to say,

this is very good
of you, Mr. Pund.

Well, the pleasure
is all mine. Hmm.

It's one of the benefits

of being
a private investigator,

that it is the client
who pays.

I'll send the bill
to Mr. Schultz.

And who is that?

He was Melissa James' agent.

Her American agent.

[ Chuckles ]

It's he who employed me.

Well, I'm glad
you're here.

This case is a right puzzler
and no mistake.

-Nothing makes any sense.
-No, I do not agree.

It's certainly, on one level,
it's complicated,

but on another,
everything is straightforward.

Go on then.

No fewer
than seven people

may have wished
to kill Melissa James.

All of them, for the most
ordinary reasons.

Lance and Maureen Gardner.

-She knew they
were defrauding her.
-Atticus: Indeed so.

Phyllis Chandler
and that ghastly son of hers.

A Peeping Tom of all things.

Yes, that was an unpleasant
business you discovered.

What, you think his mother
was protecting him?

It's possible.

And then
there is Algernon Marsh.

Oh, God,
nasty piece of work.

Also, cheating her, in his case,
with an investment

almost certainly valueless.

Oscar Berlin.

She decided
not to appear in his film.

That would have ruined him.

And John Spencer.

Now, that's where I'd put
my money, Mr. Pund.

Do you think he knew Miss James
was having an affair?

A jealous husband
who strangles his wife?

Just like Shakespeare.

Othello.

He strangled Desdemona
for exactly that reason.

Hmm. Humph.

Well, the motivation
is clear,

but it is the order
of events that perplexes.

At 6:28, Melissa James
is alone in the house.

The Chandlers
have the night off,

her husband
is at the opera,

then she calls Dr. Collins.

She's in tears,
in fear of her life.

She makes a call
from downstairs.

So it would seem.

She tells Dr. Collins

that there is an intruder
in the house.

She says quite distinctly,

"He wants to kill me."

The call is overheard
by his wife.

That is correct.

I wonder only why

she then returns
to her bedroom if...

If Miss James believed herself
to be in danger,

why did she not
leave the house?

I know you'll find out
who did this, Mr. Pund.

Forgive me for saying this,
but I hope they hang.

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

Do you not think Mr. Pund
will solve the case?

Chubb: I'm sure he will.

The death penalty
is all too rare these days,

and judges no longer have
the appetite for it.

They're actually talking
about changing the law.

[ Chuckles ] More's the pity,
in my view.

What do you say,
Mr. Pund?

I've seen too much death in my
life, Detective Inspector.

It is my belief
that to kill the killer

is to descend
to his or to her level.

But to think
someone could kill a woman

as talented as Melissa James
and get away with it.

Chubb: I agree with Miss Cain.

Then we must at least ensure
that they are apprehended.

Oh! Uh...
[ Chuckles ]

Almost forgot, uh...

I do have one piece
of information,

which may be of help,
Mr. Pund.

I did as you said

and checked out
that theater in Barnstaple.

The night that
John Spencer claims

he went to
The Marriage of Figaro.

The lead singer
was struck down by a car

that did not stop.

And the performance
was canceled.

So, wherever he was,

Mr. Spencer wasn't there.

Cheers.

I just don't get it.

What is so important
about The Marriage of Figaro?

It's an opera!

Atticus: You don't like opera?

Well...

I've never really got it.

The stories are just
so ridiculous and miserable,

and women throwing themselves
off the castle walls

or dying of consumption.

Oscar, La Boheme.

Ah, you're a fan.

Oh, yes. I went off into
the Vienna State Opera House,

so it's before it was
destroyed in the war.

Will you...

have any breakfast?

I think not.

I shouldn't have come.

To London?

To England.

But you've made progress.

Well, yes, yes.

I've blown my one chance
of returning to publishing.

Which probably means
I'll spend

the rest of my life
changing sheets

and shouting at waiters

in the language
that I can't even speak.

But you are perhaps closer
to discovering the truth.

Why did Frank Parris
go to the hotel, hmm?

He lied about
his key not working,

and then again...

The opera.

John Spencer did exactly
the same in the book.

But if he didn't go to
the opera, where did he go?

Oh!

When is the next flight
back to Crete?

[ Speaking Greek ]

-Man: Service?
-Coming.

[ Mobile ringing ]

[ Ringing continues ]

[ Scoffs ]

Yes?

Who's this?

This is Craig Andrews.

Sorry. Can I speak
to Susan Reyland, please?

She's not here,
I'm afraid, um...

She was here
last night and, uh...

...she left her phone.

[ Gasps ] Katie...

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Doorbell ringing ]

Sir?

How are you bearing up,
Mr. Spencer?

Not so bad.
Thank you.

Do you have
any news?

Yes, Sir. We do.

You made an arrest?

We're about to.

We just have a few questions,
if you don't mind.

Of course. Anything.

Mr. Spencer,
although it is, um,

painful to ask you this,
even so, it is necessary.

Were you aware that your wife
was having an affair?

We do need
an answer, Sir.

I didn't know.

But I'm not surprised.

-Why are they here?
-They didn't say.

[ Muffled speaking ]

What do they want?

What do you think
they want?

They're here about you.

But you still
loved her, hmm?

She meant everything to me.

We found a letter.

It's written in her hand.

[ Clears throat ]

"My darling, darling,

I can't go on living
this lie anymore.

I simply can't.

We have to be brave
and tell the world

about the love we share."

Any idea who this might
have been written to?

Of course, I don't.
I have no idea at all.

Do you mind if I...

Hmm.

Thank you.

Mr. Spencer, on the night
of your wife's death,

you told us
you was at the opera.

Attending the performance
of The Marriage of Figaro.

That's right. She was meant
to come with me,

-but she changed her mind.
-Chubb: You went alone?

-Yes.
-Did you enjoy it?

Yes -- No! No!

Why are you asking me that?

Because on the night
in question,

the opera was canceled, sir.

So, you couldn't
have gone to it.

So, where were you?

Atticus: It would
not be wise to tell us

further untruths,
Mr. Spencer,

it's too late now
for that.

I was here.

You never left?

No, I-I left. I drove as far
as the village.

But I was in no mood
for the opera.

I came back and...

And you confronted
your wife.

No, we had
a terrible row.

And she told me
she was leaving me.

And...

You murdered her?

Yes!

Yes, I strangled her
in the bedroom.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, thank God.

Oh, thank God,
it's over.

You won't believe it,
but it's all I've wanted,

just for it to be over.

I'll make a full confession.
I'll tell you everything.

Am I under arrest?

If you come with me, Sir,
we'll formally charge you

when we get
to the station.

May I go upstairs

to get my shoes
and a jacket?

Of course, sir.
We'll wait for you here.

Thank you.
You have no idea

how sorry I am.
How much I...

hate myself.

I couldn't have lived
with this any longer.

[ Door opens ]

Forgive me, Detective Inspector,
but, ahem, is that wise?

He could make
a run for it.

I don't think so,
Miss Cain.

We have
two men outside.

Yet, it is interesting
though, that...

[ Chuckles ] ...there's so much
that is not right.

-In what way?
-Well, the argument.

Did it take place here
or in the bedroom?

Maybe it happened in here
and he followed her up.

And if he was angry
with her, violent even,

why did she
not lock the door?

Or better still, and I've asked
this question before --

why did she
not leave the house?

Well, I agree.
There are plenty of questions

we still need to ask,
Mr. Pund.

That's why I'm taking him
to the station.

But you heard him.

We had him back to rights
and he confessed.

You can't argue
with that.

Oh, Mr. Pund,
there's someone outside!

She's right,
I saw him, too!

-But who?
-That's what I mean to find out!

-Will you stay here?
-Oh, yes, of course.

-Either of you two see anything?
-No, sir.

Right. There's an intruder
in the grounds.

One of you stay and make sure
Mr. Spencer doesn't leave.

And you,
go round the other way!

-There's nobody.
-Anything?

Nothing, sir.

Right,
keep looking round,

there was definitely
someone here,

I think a man.

Where does that go?

The kitchen, I think.

-Has anyone come in here?
-No, sir.

And neither have you
been out?

No, sir. We've been here
all the time.

[ Panting ]

-[ Madeline screaming ]
-Miss Cain?

-Oh. What now?
-[ Continues screaming ]

Chubb: Miss Cain?

Madeline: Oh, no! No!

Oh!

[ Screams ]

My work here
is not yet complete.

I do not believe John Spencer
took his own life.

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

Algernon: "My darling, darling."

Well, one thing
led to another...

So, who killed her?

You met Alan Conway?

The writer? Didn't like him.

She doesn't know
anything about us,

and she's not gonna find out
anything, either.

-I thought I told you to leave.
-Oh...

[ Theme music playing ]