All language subtitles for Magpie.Murders.S02E05.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

Woman: I have got something
that may help you.

They're the notes
Alan made

when he was writing
"Atticus Pund Takes the Case."

I found all the interviews he
did when he visited the hotel.

Imagine that. You can actually
hear Alan's voice again.

Alan: Algernon Marsh
had no decency

and no scruples.

-Leonard: What are you doing?
-Algernon: £980,000.

You can talk to Samantha,

persuade her
to divide it two ways.

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

Because there are things
that Melissa

told me about you, Leonard.

Pund:
Are you aware that your wife

was having an affair?

Yes. I strangled her
in the bedroom.

[ Screaming ]

[ Groaning ]

I need to see Katie.

I'm worried about her.

There's something
she isn't telling me.

[ Mobile phone rings ]
-Yes?

-Who's this?
-Craig: Craig Andrews.

-What are you doing?
-She was here last night,

and she left her phone.

[ Soft music plays ]

[ Animals calling ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Tapping noises ]

[ Wings fluttering ]

[ Gym equipment whirring ]

[ Bird caws ]

[ Eagle crying ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Wings fluttering ]

[ Theme music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Good morning, Mr. Pund.
-Oh, Miss Cain.

Please, sit down.

And would you like a cup of tea?

Hmm. Well, I wouldn't say no.
Thank you very much, Mr. Pund.

I hope you have recovered

from the shock
of what occurred yesterday.

To be honest with you,
I haven't had a wink of sleep.

And the sooner we're out
of here, the happier I will be.

I have been checking
the train times,

and there is an 11:00
from Barnstable

that gets us into London
not too late.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to disappoint you, Miss Cain.

[ Romantic music plays ]

My work here
is not yet complete.

I don't -- I don't understand.

John Spencer confessed
to the murder of Melissa James,

then took his own life.

That was the opinion
of Detective Inspector Chubb.

He did not take his own life.

You mean h...

He was murdered.

Oh, gosh. I don't know
how much more

I can take of this, Mr. Pund.

It is not my intention
to distress you further.

If you prefer, em, we --
we can talk of other things.

No, no, no.
I might as well know.

John Spencer went upstairs

to put on his coat
and his shoes.

And when he returned, he was
indeed wearing a coat and shoes.

Why?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

If he was intending
to kill himself,

why would it matter
what he was wearing?

Well, he was
an English gentleman.

He'd want to look his best.

Perhaps so, but, em...

consider the position
of the dagger, hmm?

It was, uh, near
to the bottom of the stairs.

Are you suggesting to me
that John Spencer

took the knife
with him upstairs,

stabbed himself

and then came back downstairs
again?

I don't -- I don't know.

And finally,
to choose such a method.

There were razors
in the bathroom.

He could have hanged himself
with the tie.

But to act like the Japanese
and inflict hara-kiri on himself

is not, I think, the practice
of an English gentleman.

[ Exhales sharply ]

So where does this take us,
Mr. Pund?

Maybe we should find out
who was in the garden.

They caused a diversion.

They could've done it
deliberately.

I already know who looked
through the window, Miss Cain.

So do you know
who killed John Spencer?

It's not just a question
of who murdered John Spencer.

We must ask ourselves...

why?

Hmm.

Good morning, Herr Pund,
Miss Cain.

[ Laughs ]

Well, I'm glad I caught you.

I-I just wanted to say goodbye
before you went on your way.

I think you'd better sit down,
Detective Inspector.

Mr. Pund has something
to tell you.

Oh.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Horn honking ]

Susan: C-Can you move? Oh!

[ Horn honks ]
-Come on!

Man: [ Speaks indistinctly ]

Alright, mate.
I'll see you down here, yeah?

Susan: In your own time.

[ Indistinct conversations,
rain falling ]

Jack.

Hi. Oh.

Is your mum here?

I haven't seen her.

Right. Good. Well, then maybe
you can tell me what's going on.

What do you mean?

Well, I drove past
the house this morning --

your house --
and it's being sold.

Yeah.

Why hasn't your mother
mentioned it to me?

Why would she?

Because I'm her sister.
We talk all the time.

I don't know.
Why don't you call her?

Well, as if my life wasn't
complicated enough

at the moment,
I've lost my phone.

I've left it in London.

So please.

Please, Jack,
tell me what's going on.

I can't talk about it.

What do you mean
you can't talk about it? I...

Do you know
when she might be back?

She said 4:00.

Okay. Well, uh,
can you do me a favor?

Could you call her,
tell her I was here,

and say that I'll look in
around 4:00?

Can you do that?

She may not answer.

Then leave a message.

Are you alright?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

[ Thuds ]

[ Owl hooting ]

-These are nice.
-They're for the church.

The third Sunday after Trinity.
-Ah. Of course.

[ Chuckles ]

You know, I've been, um --

I've been thinking.

Oh? What about?

About the money.

[ Sighs ] I've been thinking
about nothing else.

You know, I wonder
if we should accept it.

There are others
in much greater need than us.

You know, I don't know
anyone in the world...

as good as you.

[ Chuckles ]

But actually,
I was having second thoughts

about what you said
when we got the news.

-What was that?
-About Algernon.

Maybe it is wrong of us
not to include him.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

But I thought you said that's
what Aunt Clarissa wanted.

Well, yes. That is what
she wrote in her will.

But...

Well, she's no longer with us.

And really, it's up to us
what we do with the money --

u-up to you, I mean.

But I-I thought we decided.

But h-he's your brother.

Perhaps if we give him a share,

he might...

find himself.

What -- What sort of share?

Uh, well, I mean, that's not
really for me to say.

20%?

30%?

[ Scoffs ]
You don't know, Leonard.

I must say I'm surprised.
[ Chuckles ]

What was it you said
just now?

People in greater need
than ourselves.

Well, that wasn't what I meant.

I'm taking these to the church.

I haven't offended you, I hope.

Not at all.
You've just surprised me.

And maybe you're right.

I'll think about it.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

Are you absolutely sure,
Mr. Pund?

I do not believe John Spencer
took his own life.

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

That is indeed the question,
Detective Inspector.

But there is perhaps
one person we've overlooked.

Well, who's that?

Miss James
wrote a letter of love,

but she failed to address it.

"My darling, darling."

-Pund: Indeed so.
-Do you know who she meant?

I have an idea.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Algernon: "My darling, darling."

Yes.

Yes, she was going
to send this to me.

At least I assumed she was.

You were more
than her financial adviser?

That what you're saying?

Well...

one thing led to another...

Oh, don't look so shocked,
Leonard.

She was bored of John Spencer.

You must have known that.

Um, what time
did your relationship

with Miss James begin,
Mr. Marsh?

-About six months ago, I think.
-Oh.

It's not against the law.

Maybe so, but I'll tell you
what is against the law.

Is that your automobile
parked outside?

Oh, yes.

Can you explain the damage
to the front fender?

No, no, no. I, em...

I hadn't noticed it.

On Wednesday of last week,

a man by the name
of Henry Dixon,

an opera singer,
was hit by a car

as he was out walking.

The driver did not stop.

Mm-hmm.

And what about it?

A car similar to yours
was seen by a witness.

There was damage to the fender
and evidence of a bloodstain.

And...

we have a cigarette
found at the scene of the crime.

Ooh.

The same brand
you're smoking now.

For heaven's sake, Algernon,
tell them it isn't true.

You win some,
you lose some, Leonard.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Tell me, how is Mr. Dixon?

Well, you didn't kill him,
if that's what you mean.

Oh. [ Laughs ]

Well, it's not too serious then?

Uh, maybe a wrap
on the knuckles?

Maybe a fine.

I don't need to worry
about that, do I, Leonard?

You'll take care of me.

Mr. Pund.

Mrs. Collins,
y-you will forgive me for --

No, not at all.

Everyone is welcome here.

But I'm afraid I bring bad news.

Your brother, Algernon --

What's he done this time?

He hit a man
in a traffic accident

and failed to stop
or offer assistance.

Has he been arrested?

Inspector Chubb is with him now.

This is so typical of Algernon.

I don't want
to give him anything.

I'm sorry?

I've inherited some money
from an aunt of mine.

Quite a lot of money.

I wanted to tell you
from the start,

but I wasn't sure
it was relevant.

And -- And you were considering
sharing it with your brother?

Well, my husband was dead set
against it to start with,

but now he's saying we should.

I just don't understand him.

I'm not sure
I want to keep any of it.

There's something
I wish to ask you.

Were you aware that your brother

was involved in an affair
with Melissa James?

An affair?

[ Soft music plays ]

An adulterous affair?

Oh, yes.

I had no idea.
Are you quite sure?

He has admitted to it.

[ Scoffs ]

It's such a wicked thing to do.
It...

She is a married woman, and...

to commit adultery
is unforgivable.

It's a crime against God.

[ Sighs ]

Sometimes I feel like
St. Daniel,

cast into the lion's den.

Murder and wickedness --

it's all around me.

You blame Miss James.

for her weakness.

I blame both of them.

And at the same time,
I find it hard to believe.

Algernon and Melissa.

She was better than that.

How could she have set
her sights so low?

[ Bell tolling ]

[ Bell rings ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Bird cawing ]

Mrs. Endicott.
My name is Susan Ryeland.

We met at Aiden's house.

Oh, yes, I remember.

I wondered if I could
have a word with Derek.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

Hmm.

Derek! You have a visitor!

-He's only just woken up.
-Oh.

He was working last night.
[ Laughs ]

He had his shift at the hotel.

Can I get you some tea?

Uh, no, thank you.

Do you have the day off?

-No. I only work part-time.
-Oh.

Yeah. Roxanna is at play date
right now.

I can't do more than that.

I had a heart attack
two years ago,

and the doctors told me
to take care.

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-No, I'm fine now.

I've got Derek here.

And Aiden and Cecily
look after me very well.

Do you enjoy working for them?

Oh, they're lovely people,

and they both live
for that child.

Oh, what Aiden must be
going through right now.

Mm.

Sorry. Couldn't bear
thinking about it.

What do you think
might have happened to Cecily?

Oh, I don't know.

I try not to think about it.

Aiden says it's something to do
with that book of yours.

Atticus Pund.

You met Alan Conway?

Yeah.

Yeah, he -- he came here
asking questions.

He talked to everyone.

-He said it was for research.
-Derek: Who is it, Mum?

This is Susan Ryeland.
You know.

She's helping the police
with, uh, finding Mrs. MacNeil.

-Derek: Is there any news?
-Um, no. I'm afraid not.

She was just asking
about Alan Conway.

The writer? Didn't like him.

Well, that's what
I wanted to ask you.

What actually happened
when he came here.

Alan recorded his conversations
with everyone else except you.

Why was that?
-That's easy to explain.

I didn't let him.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Alan: Well, it's a lovely house.
[ Chair scrapes ]

[ Grunts ]
Have you been here long?

Gwyneth: My husband and I
first lived here

when we were married.

So, Derek, you have
been here your whole life.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. Conway.
What are you doing?

No. Alan, please.

I just thought I'd record this.

Oh, no.
I'd prefer it if you didn't.

Sorry?

I-I-I don't want to be recorded.

Well, it's just for me.
I have a terrible memory.

I don't really want to talk
about what happened at all,

if you want the honest truth.

And I don't think you should be
writing about it either.

Seriously, Gwyneth?

-I think you should go.
-[ Gasps ]

Susan: Well, that explains
why he put you in the book.

He did that to Aiden, didn't he?

He did it to anyone
who annoyed him. I'm sorry.

That's not your fault, dear.

Some people just don't know
how to behave.

There was one other thing
I wanted to ask you.

I wonder if you know
Martin and Joanne Webster.

They just live up the road.

We know 'em alright.
The odd couple.

Gwyneth: You can say that again.

Derek: Been here 20 years.

Never once invited us
into their house.

And you'd think
they'd be more hospitable.

He knows us well enough.

He was always in and out
of the hotel.

I used to help unload his vans.

I'm sorry, we're --

we're talking about
Martin Webster?

Yeah. He's got a laundry
business in Woodbridge.

He used to do all the sheets
and towels at the hotel.

Used to?

Cecily fell out with him.

She stopped using him.

Let me get this straight.

Martin Webster was the
brother-in-law of Frank Parris,

and he also knew
Cecily Treherne?

Mm, of course he knew her.

But they definitely
weren't friends.

[ Birds chirping ]

Susan: Martin.

I thought we asked you
not to come back here.

You knew Cecily Treherne.

I met her a few times.

You do know she's disappeared.

Everyone knows that.

In fact, we're all getting a bit
fed up with it, to be honest.

She used to use
your laundry service.

The two of you argued.

-Yes.
-Why?

I really don't think
that's any of your business.

You and I have spoken enough.

Why does she keep coming here?

That's a good question.

I think she's becoming
a bit obsessed about it all.

What are we gonna do?

You want me to do something
about it?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

No.

Don't worry about it, dear.

She doesn't know
anything about us,

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

I'll make sure of that.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Lawrence: Susan.
-[ Gasps ]

I didn't realize you were back.

[ Chuckles ]

-You made me jump.
-I'm sorry.

After what happened,
this, uh --

this whole corridor
can be a bit unnerving.

-Do you want to look at Room 12?
-Uh, no.

Nothing much in there.

How was London?

Uh, actually, it was useful.

Uh, I got all of Alan's notes

and the interviews
that you did and everyone else.

And what are you doing here?

I'm trying
to work something out.

Derek Endicott was on reception

the night that Frank Parris
was killed.

He heard the dog bark,
and he came up the stairs.

[ Dog barking, whining ]

That was when he saw
a figure in the corridor --

someone he thought was Stefan.

That's what he told the police.

Yes. But it would have
taken Derek

less than five seconds

to get from the dog basket
into the corridor.

And by that time,

Stefan had already disappeared.

Or he'd already
gone into the room.

-He had a key.
-Yes.

Yes. Stefan had a key
for all the rooms.

Yeah, but what happened
after that?

I mean, what would you do

if a complete stranger
came into your room?

I'd shout for help.

So why didn't Derek
hear anything?

Frank Parris
could have been asleep.

In which case Stefan wouldn't
have needed to kill him.

He could have just taken
the money and left.

What are you saying?

Just that
whatever happened here...

it wasn't what we think.

And for that matter,

why did the dog bark
in the first place?

[ Exhales sharply ] I'm --
I'm afraid I can't help you.

Actually, maybe you can.

I listened to the recordings,

and there's something
that Cecily said,

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

My father
was running a program.

So what other offenders
did you have working here?

I don't think I should be
sharing that information.

Lawrence,

I'm trying
to help you find Cecily.

The only way I can do that
is to know what she knew.

So...

who was it?

[ Dance music plays ]

Liam: That's it.
...strong.

Squeeze.

Liam, I need to talk to you.

-I'm busy.
-No, this won't wait.

-It's gonna have to.
-Okay.

I know you have
a criminal record.

You served six months
in Long Bay Prison in Sydney

for providing
your clients with steroids.

Alright.

I'll talk to you, okay?
Just not here.

Testosterone, boldenone,
Anadrol.

It's no big deal.

I was getting it cheap from
Thailand like everyone else.

But then the police
caught up with you.

Six months.

-I did four.
-And then you came to London.

It was easier to get new clients
away from home.

What sort of clients, Liam?

What exactly were you doing?

I was a personal trainer.
What do you think I was doing?

Did you come from Melbourne?

No. Brisbane.

So why don't you tell me
the truth

about what was happening here
with Stefan?

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

I think you do.

The last time I spoke to you,
you said that you felt sorry

for the poor bastard because of
the way they treated him here.

What did you mean by that?

He was a skivvy.
He'd work a 12-hour shift.

Toilets, gutters, the roof,
the trash -- you name it.

Do you know how much
they were paying him?

They were trying to help him.

[ Laughs ] Oh, come on, darling.

The so-called Youth Offender
Outreach Program's a rip-off.

It's a way to get cheap labor

to keep this stinking
hotel running.

You've stayed here long enough.

Where else am I gonna go
with my conviction?

Besides,
it's not the half of it.

So what's the other half?

[ Birds chirping ]

Cecily Treherne was okay.

But her sister Lisa
is the devil.

She had her claws into Stefan
from the start.

In what way?

What way do you think?

Nice hunk of 22-year-old
Eastern European flesh.

She was in a relationship
with him?

I wouldn't call it that.

But they were having sex,
if that's what you mean.

Poor sod couldn't say no to her.

After all,
she was running a hotel.

She had complete power
over him.

[ Susan laughs ]

Did he tell you this?

No. He didn't talk about
that kind of stuff.

But he was miserable
whenever she was around.

You know,
I actually saw them once.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Tell me.

Liam: I'd gone out for a run.

There's a circuit that takes me
through the woods.

I just set out,
and that's when I saw her.

[ Woman moans ]

I mean, it was pretty obvious
what was going on.

I couldn't help but wonder
who it was,

and that's when I saw them --

Stefan and Lisa going at it,
hammer and tongs.

When was this?

Couple of weeks
before the murder.

And it was definitely
Stefan and Lisa?

That's a fair question, Sue.

-Susan.
-Whatever.

It was night.

There was some distance
between us.

To be honest, my first thought
was that it was Aiden

having it away with Lisa,
which would have been a laugh.

Was Aiden like that --
promiscuous?

No way.

Cecily would have kicked him out
if he did.

And anyway, it wasn't him.

Aiden has a tattoo
on his shoulder.

It's like a big tadpole.

I could see quite clearly
it wasn't there.

I could have snuck away
right then,

but would you believe
that I stepped on a branch?

[ Branch snaps ]
It went off like a gunshot.

The guy turned around.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

It was definitely Stefan.

Did he see you?

I don't think so.

Well, he never
mentioned anything.

So why did Lisa fire him?

Well, she accused him
of stealing.

But everyone knows
it was Natasha.

It wasn't him.

Maybe he'd given her
the old heave-ho

and she wanted
to get rid of him.

I know what I'm talking about.

She's doing
the same thing to me.

Anytime she needs a root,
I'm her first port of call.

And... do you?

Yeah. I don't mind.

It keeps her sweet.

-She pays a little extra
on the side.
-Oh.

-Is there anything else
you want to know?
-Uh, no.

[ Laughs ] No.

Definitely not.

Hmm. Great.

Thank you.

Katie: Hey, it's Katie.
Please leave a message.

Katie, uh,
I've managed to lose my mobile,

but I've been trying
to get hold of you.

Jack says
you'll be home by 4:00,

so I'm gonna come over now.

Okay. Bye.

[ Sighs ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Doorbell rings ]

[ Dog barking ]

Hi. Did you get my message?

Yes, sorry. Um,
just having a bit of a day.

Can I come in?

Of course.

Susan: You didn't tell me!

And you asked me to go
to the garden center

so I wouldn't have seen the sign
outside!

Have you got a buyer, then?

We've just exchanged.

And you lied to me, Katie.

You told me
that you had decorators in.

I don't see any sign
of any decorators anywhere.

And Jack...

He's dropped out of university.

He's a mess.
He looks utterly miserable.

Has this got anything
to do with Gordon?

You never talk about him.
He's never here.

Why do you want to know?

Because I care about you, Katie.

And we don't have any secrets
from each other.

Gordon's left me.

What?

Oh...

When?

Six months ago.

I didn't tell you

because I didn't want you
to be worrying about me.

You've got enough on your plate.

And anyway,
there's nothing you could do.

I could have been there for you.

I didn't want you there.

I wanted you here.

I couldn't ask, and anyway,
I didn't want to.

Why not?

Because I felt so bloody stupid!

And I still do now.

He started working late...

in London,
first one night a week.

Then it was two nights.

And then he sweet-talked me
into renting a flat...

near the bank to save money.

Can you believe that?
Our money.

Our joint account,

all to support
his sordid little love nest.

-Do you know who it is?
-Oh!

It's his secretary.

-Oh! Oh!
-I-I...

How pathetic is that?

Her name's Naomi.

She's 20 years younger than him,

and she's barely older
than his own daughter.

-Oh, Katie, I'm so --
-No. Please, Susan, don't.

I don't want your pity.
It will only make things worse.

You may as well
hear the rest of it.

He was lavishing money
on Naomi --

trips to Paris.

And at the same time, he was
maxing out on his credit card --

his company credit card.

So of course, eventually,
they found out...

And he lost his job.

He's lucky they didn't decide
to prosecute.

They're letting him pay it back
in installments.

Anyway,
the upshot of it all

is that we couldn't afford
the house.

But you both own it.

Yeah, well, it's a 50-50 split,

but it still means
downsizing.

It's...

It's a mess.

And as for Jack and Daisy...

Daisy doesn't want to know.

She's furious.

She thinks he's having
some pathetic midlife crisis

that he's inflicting
on all of us.

And as for Jack...

Well, you've seen him.

He always was
the more sensitive one.

I've promised I won't cry,
and I'm not going to.

But I can tell you
what's upset me the most

is that I feel so stupid.

Like I've been
somehow inadequate

and I'm the one to blame.

-You know that's not true.
-Of course it's not.

It's all down to him, all of it.
But it's still how I feel.

And that's another reason
why I didn't want you to know,

because I've always been
the sensible one.

Haven't I?
Married with two children,

a nice house in Suffolk
and a job in a garden center.

While you -- you've been
gallivanting around London

and now Crete.
And where's it got me?

I'm not gallivanting anymore.

You're thinking
of leaving Andreas.

I couldn't believe it
when you told me that.

You two are wonderful together.

He's a good man,
and he loves you to bits,

and you should be
grabbing onto him

and holding him with both hands.

You don't know
how lucky you are.

-Katie, what can I do?
-Oh...

There's nothing you can do.

I'll be fine.
I'll get through it somehow.

All I'm saying is think again.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Tires screeching ]

[ Engine revving ]

[ Horn honking ]
-What?!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Shit!

[ Horn honking ]

What? Ugh!

[ Tires screech ]

What the?! Get out of the...

[ Engine revving ]

Get out!

What are you doing?!

Oh, my -- Oh!
[ Tires screech ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Panting ]

[ Siren wails ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What is it?

[ Breathing shakily ]

What?!

No!

[ Sobbing ]

The body of a young woman's
been found

in Rendlesham Forest.

[ Soft music plays ]

I'm very sorry
to have to tell you this...

Mr. MacNeil, but we have
every reason to believe

that it's Cecily.

No...

Aiden...

There will have to be
a-a formal identification.

But in the meantime, I...

I wonder
if you recognize this.

[ Sobbing ]

It was hers.

[ Sniffles ]

How did you find her?

Well, we hadn't stopped...

looking, but in the end,
it was a dog walker.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

[ Sobs ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Oh!

[ Police radio chatter ]

What happened?

I thought I told you to leave!

Oh, God...

We found the body
of Cecily Treherne

in Woodland,
not far from here.

She'd been strangled,

just like the actress
in that book of yours.

Oh, I suppose you're gonna try
and make something out of that.

No.

Funny, innit...

how real murder
isn't quite as much fun

as those stories of yours?

They're not my stories.

We've got a husband in there
sobbing his heart out,

two parents
who've just lost a daughter,

and an 8-year-old girl
who's about to find out

she no longer has a mummy.

But I suppose to you, oh...

that's all entertainment.

How can you be so cruel?

Because this is my life,

and you've got no place
for this!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Susan...

Oh, God.

I was hoping to see you.

I've just heard the news.
I'm so sorry.

Sorry that my sister's
been found dead...

or that your all-expenses-paid
visit to the hotel is now over?

What?

Well, I don't think
there's any further reason

for you to stay here, do you?

[ Soft music plays ]

What is wrong with you?

The hotel is fully booked out
next week.

We need your room.
I'm just doing my job.

Does your father know
you're talking to me?

Well, actually, my father wanted
me to have this conversation.

We want to bring an end
to his arrangement with you,

and we think you should leave.

-When?
-Tomorrow.

Checkout's at 12:00.

Derek will help you
with your luggage.

Andreas: Susan.

Andreas!
What are you doing here?

What is it? What's wrong?

You tell me.

[ Soft music plays ]

What?

Where were you last night?

Why are you even
asking me that?

Cos I need to know
if you want to see me.

I want to see you
more than anyone.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Pund: I have asked you
to return here today

because, well, it seems
that events at Clarence Keep

did not occur
quite as we believe.

Oscar: Are you telling us

that the Detective Inspector
was wrong all along

and it was not her husband
who killed Melissa?

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

This is only thanks
to the Detective Inspector

that I was able
to solve the case.

It was he who made
the observation

that unlocked everything.

Thank you, Mr. Pund.

What observation was that?

You compared the murder
of Melissa James

to the death of Desdemona

in William Shakespeare's
tragedy of "Othello."

"Beware the green-eyed monster."

Pund: Mm-hmm.

Let us return to the beginning.

We know that Miss James
was killed

very shortly after 6:28
in the evening.

6:28. Yes.
That's when she called me.

-[ Melissa sobs ]
-Miss James?

-Please, please, please,
come 'round!

I don't know what to do!
I'm so frightened! Please!

He wants to kill me!

Please don't leave me...

Pund: "He wants to kill me."

But to whom was she referring?

It was her husband.

It -- It had to be her husband.

That would indeed
seem to be the case, Miss Cain.

John Spencer
was not at the opera.

He lied to us.

I came to the house
that evening.

As I told you,
I did not see him.

In the moments before he died,
Mr. Spencer was obliged

to explain to us
exactly what occurred.

-Chubb: You never left?
-No, I left.

I drove as far as the village.

But I was in no mood
for the opera.

I came back.

Pund: And you confronted
your wife?

We had a terrible row.

She told me she was leaving me.

That argument...

must have taken place...

after the Chandlers had left

to see their relatives
in Bideford.

We -- We never heard them
arguing.

Phyllis: Of course we didn't.

We kept our distance.
That was our place.

When did you leave the house?

Phyllis: At 10 past 6:00.

Pund: So Mr. Berlin arrives,
he leaves.

The Chandlers also depart.

And what of Algernon Marsh?

Algernon: I'm in the pub.

Lots of people saw me.

Several of them saw you leave.

I'd had enough to drink.

I walked home.

So Mr. Berlin arrives,
he leaves.

The Chandlers also depart.

And that is when
John Spencer returns.

He was who she was scared of
when she called us.

Evidently. And yet...

we have a problem.

All the evidence suggests

that the telephone call
was made from this room.

We found the tissues
with her tears down here,

and the phone in her bedroom
was torn out the wall.

And yet it is in the bedroom

that Dr. Collins
discovered the body.

-That's right.
-She was on the bed.

You see, it does not work.

"I'm so frightened.

He wants to kill me."

Where is Melissa
when she says this?

And -- And where is her husband?

They were both in here.

If Melissa really believes
herself to be in danger,

why does she return
to the bedroom?

And where is John Spencer?

Why does he allow her to make
a telephone call for help?

Maybe they argued upstairs
after all.

And what time is the telephone
cord pulled out of the wall?

Does Melissa come down
to the living room,

call for help,
and then return to the bedroom?

He's right. It makes no sense.

Well, all I can tell you
is she was definitely dead.

She was definitely on the bed,

and she had definitely
been strangled.

I saw the ligatures.

I'm so glad that you chose
to mention that, Dr. Collins.

You see, it reminds me

of a most interesting
piece of information

that was shared with me
by my good friend,

Detective Inspector Chubb.

She must have put up
quite a fight.

The sheets were crumpled,
one of the lamps was broken,

and there was two sets
of abrasions around her neck.

Why two sets of abrasions?

Miss James
was only strangled once.

Well, she was struggling.
You know, maybe the cord slipped

and the killer had to apply
a second tie.

That is exactly what I believed,

until the moment
that you referred to

the drama of "Othello."

[ Speaks indistinctly ]
I don't understand.

What happens in that play?

Desdemona is strangled
by her jealous husband, hmm?

And just like John Spencer,
he confesses to the crime.

"She is dead," he says.

"Still as the grave.

I have no wife."

[ Snaps fingers ]
But then she recovers.

She's not dead after all.

Exactly.

Strangulation -- it kills

by restricting the flow
of blood or oxygen to the brain.

This I've noted in

"The Landscape
of Criminal Investigation."

But although unconsciousness
will take seconds, death...

may take several minutes.

So John Spencer didn't kill her.

He believed that he had. Hmm.

She had fallen, struck her head.
There was blood.

She was not moving.

We can imagine his horror.

He believed that he had...

killed the woman he most loved.

He ran out of the room,
out of the house,

leaving her behind.

-But then she woke up.
-She woke up.

The telephone cord
had been pulled from the wall.

So she had to make her way
downstairs to call for help,

and it was Dr. Collins
who answered.

I said
I'd be around straightaway.

But in fact,
it took you 10 minutes,

during which time Miss James
returned to her bed.

Which is where you found her.

So who killed her?

[ Clock ticking ]

Dr. Collins, of course.

No. That -- That's not possible.

Not Leonard.
-[ Chuckles nervously ]

Melissa James was a friend
of mine, and a patient.

What possible reason
could I have to kill her?

"My darling, darling.

We must be brave...

and tell the world
about the love we share."

This letter
was addressed to you.

Chubb: Wait a minute.

Algernon Marsh told us
the letter was addressed to him!

-[ Chuckles ] He was lying.
-Why would I do that?

Pund: For one simple reason.
You did not wish us to discover

that the true lover
of Miss James

was your brother-in-law,
Dr. Collins.

It was all about the money!

Exactly, Miss Cain. The money.

Left to Mrs. Collins
by her aunt.

Her brother --
oh, he wanted a share of it.

And he knew that he could
blackmail Dr. Collins

with his knowledge
of the affair.

But that meant shielding him,

pretending that it was he
and not Dr. Collins

who was the true lover
of Miss James.

This -- This is -- is nonsense.

You have a wife
who is deeply religious,

who told me herself

she could never forgive
the sin of adultery.

Had she discovered
the truth about you

she would have left you.

Which is exactly why
you had to kill Melissa James.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

She was threatening to tell
the world about your affair.

They're already
seeing each other,

and suddenly Mrs. Collins
gets the inheritance.

Exactly.

He will have control
of the money,

but only if she remains
as his wife.

£980,000.

How did you learn
of the affair, Mr. Marsh?

Melissa told me.

She couldn't stop herself.
She was besotted with him.

So it's true.

Leonard?

Her husband attacks her...

and Miss James --

she calls her lover for help.

In so doing gave him
the perfect opportunity

to silence her,

knowing full well

that it would be John Spencer
that would take the blame.

[ Voice breaking ]
You're a monster!

[ Sobbing ] I can't bear it!

[ Soft music plays ]

I'm sorry, Samantha.

I really am.

And, I mean, Melissa was a star.

She said she was going
to go back into the movies.

She talked about Hollywood.

And I thought
she was my ticket out of this --

this boring village.

My boring life.

But, then, when you got the
money, I realized [chuckles]

what a fool I'd been.

I have nothing
to say to you, Leonard.

I'll tell you what else is true.

He was blackmailing me!

Swine.

You should arrest him, too.

[ Laughing ] What?

Take them both away!

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Chubb: Go on, then.

[ Lighter clicks ]

Madeline: Dr. Collins.

I'd never have believed it.

Because he was
the least likely suspect?

Because he wasn't
a suspect at all.

There's one thing
I don't get, Mr. Pund.

If Dr. Collins
killed Melissa James,

who in the blazes
killed John Spencer?!

Hmm. That is the second part
of the puzzle,

Detective Inspector.

And I have a confession
to make.

The person
who killed John Spencer...

was me.

[ Music climbs ]

Oh, I should not have taken
this case, Detective Inspector.

Susan: The book was my idea.
I started all this.

And now I'm gonna finish it.

Why won't you take no
for an answer?

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

Susan: We're going to Norfolk
to see Stefan.

What do you think
he can possibly tell you?

Stefan: I heard on the news
Cecily Treherne's dead.

Don't you want to know
who killed her?

I know who killed her --

the same person
who killed Frank Parris.

[ Theme music plays ]