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I'm the luckiest
man in the world.

When I first met this...

beautiful,

talented, gorgeous woman,

I never dreamed that
two years later,

we'd be standing here
together as man and wife.

The simple truth is...

I fell in love with Cecily
the moment that I saw her.

I don't know anything about her,

but I knew...

that we were made
for each other.

And when she introduced
me to her amazing family,

I felt like I'd come home.

And I also want
to say to my mum,

I'm so glad that you were able

to come down all the way
from Derbyshire for today.

Literally, none of this would
have been possible without you.

Aww.

But one thing you need to
know about the Trehernes,

is that in this family,

the women

have a powerful voice,

which is why I'm passing the mic

to my all-powerful wife, Cecily.

I met the man who was
to become my husband

on August 16th,

which also happens
to be his birthday.

...and I was trying to buy
a flat in Birmingham...

...well, I didn't like the flat,

but I definitely took a
fancy to the estate agent.

We knew from the day we met,

that we were 100
percent compatible.

And every day that
Aiden has been here

helping run the hotel
with me and Lisa,

I've had it proved
over and over again.

And I just want to say I am
so proud of my mum and dad

who bought Branlow Hall
all those years ago,

and together,

turned it into the most
successful hotel in Suffolk.

- Natasha?
- I want to promise you that I...

He's dead!

He's dead!

He's dead!

- A cockroach.
- A cockroach?

Yes. We look forward
to seeing you. Bye-bye.

- In the bedroom.
- Is that a big deal?

Well, I think so.

Well, this is Greece,
it's a hot climate.

It has nothing to do with
the cleanliness of the hotel.

Is that what you want to read on
TripAdvisor? An infestation in the room?

And zero sympathy or
understanding from the staff.

What is it exactly
that you want?

A reduction in the bill.

Fifty percent.

- What did he say?
- He's coming.

- Yeah, when?
- He didn't exactly say when.

Andreas, we have no electricity.

We have plenty of water, but
it's all over the kitchen!

- What are we gonna do?
- We'll manage.

We have 14 guests at the hotel.

How are we going to cook lunch?

We'll make salad.

Atticus Pund.

Are you coming to bed?

What?

It's not working, Andreas.

The hotel, Crete...

Everything.

You're just tired.

Yes, I'm tired.

I'm tired... I'm
tired of all of it.

Come to bed.

It will all seem
better in the morning.

We have no money.

Getting a new water
tank is one thing,

but the whole structure
of the roof is damaged,

and that means rebuilding
half the kitchen.

How are we gonna manage that?

Look at that view.

This is the most beautiful
place in the world.

And you want to
talk about plumbing?

All right, maybe you'd prefer

to talk about your
cousin Yannis.

Yannis?

Yes. He's supposed
to be your partner.

Our main investor.

We never see him. He
never comes anywhere near.

- We're better without him.
- Can he cook?

Why do you ask that?

Because you may
have not noticed,

but we just lost our chef.

Yiorgos has walked
because he wasn't paid.

- We'll find another chef.
- Oh!

- Andreas...
- Get in.

I can't think straight.

I thought I saw someone
that I knew today.

Who was it?

Not sure.

Get some sleep.

You'll feel better
in the morning.

Thank you. Keep the change.

Oh, good morning!

Welcome to the Trifilli, um...

I'm afraid the kitchen's
closed at the moment,

but we will be serving salads
and snacks on the terrace.

Actually, we're
not here for lunch.

We're staying at the
Blue Palace in Elounda.

Oh, that's very nice.

Are you Susan Ryeland,
by any chance?

Yes, that's me.

We were wondering if
we could talk to you

about a personal matter.

My name's Lawrence Treherne,
this is my wife, Pauline.

I'm sorry, what's this about?

It's about our daughter.

Do I know her?

No, no, you've never met her...

It's not easy to explain...

She's gone missing.

- In Crete?
- In England.

And we've travelled all this
way out to speak to you,

Susan, because...

We think it may be because
of one of your books.

What is it exactly that
you want me to do, Mr. Treherne?

Lawrence, please.

I'm afraid it's a long story.

I have to go back eight years.

Lawrence, I'd like to help you,
but this is not a good time.

The kitchen's just flooded,
and there's a lot of things

that I really should be doing.

I completely understand.

We've run a hotel all our lives.

Rather larger one than this.

I'll try to be as succinct
as possible, Susan.

But we honestly believe you're
the only person that can help us.

We have nowhere else to go.

All right. Tell me.

Did you ever read about the murder
of a man called Frank Parris?

Frank Parris. Yes. Yes,
I did read about that.

At our hotel, Branlow Hall?

- In Suffolk?
- That's right, yes.

It was where
our daughter got married

in June, eight years ago.

We stayed open for
the whole weekend,

and on the Friday evening,
Frank Parris checked in.

Good afternoon. Checking in?

Yes, please.
Parris. P-A-R-R-I-S.

As it happened,
I saw him arrive.

And I knew at once he
was going to be trouble.

And I was proved right
a very short time later.

Can I help you?

I very much hope so.

I'm afraid I don't
much care for my room.

I'm sorry.

May I ask, what's wrong with it?

It's small, it looks
out over the car park.

You call yourself
a country hotel,

so a glimpse of the
countryside might be nice.

He's in number 23, Mr. Treherne,

- and I did say we were full.
- Thanks, Derek.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's true.
We have a wedding this weekend.

It's actually my daughter
who's getting married tomorrow.

Congratulations.

But I have to say,

If I wanted to
stay in a shoebox,

with a view of a car park,

I'd have stayed in Ipswich.

- Is there something wrong?
- Yes.

This gentleman's not
happy with his room,

but I've just told
him we're full.

I'm afraid it's one of our
busiest weekends, uh...

Let me... let me have a look.

We might have something
in the Moonflower wing.

Yes, we could move
you to Room 12.

Isn't it taken?

Yes, but the guests
haven't arrived yet.

A late check-in. I'm
sure they won't mind.

Room 12 has a...

a half tester and a
free-standing bath.

Sounds delightful.
I'll take it.

Okay.

Derek will show
you up, Mr. Parris.

You know my name?

I, uh, saw it on the computer.

Are you busy?

No.

Then why don't you show me up?

Whatever you say.

Who is he?

That's Chase.

He's my wife's.

Well, my, uh...
my wife-to-be's.

Nice dog.

Please.

That was Aiden's
talent. People liked him.

He always dealt with
the tricky customers.

We
could do with him here.

So he was the one
marrying your daughter?

Yes.

You mentioned a Moonflower Wing?

Yes, the hotel has
two wings, um...

We thought it would feel more
homely if we gave them names.

We called the
other one Barn Owl.

That was Cecily's idea.

- Why Barn Owl?
- It's an anagram.

Oh, yes, of course.
Um, of Branlow.

- Oh, you like anagrams?
- Uh, not really, no.

I don't like them at all.

So what was Frank
Parris doing in Suffolk?

Well, he'd come from Australia.

He was visiting his sister.

She lived just a few
miles away in Westleton.

So what happened?

There was a staff
party at eight o'clock.

- The night before the wedding.
- Hi.

Everyone would be
working the next day,

and Cecily wanted them to
be part of the celebrations.

Hello, you.

Thank you.

Stefan
Leonida was there.

He was responsible for
general maintenance.

He'd been at the hotel
for about eight months?

Before that, he
had been in prison.

My husband was running an outreach
program for young offenders.

Sadly, it didn't
work out with Stefan.

We had a series of petty thefts,

and it turned out,
he was responsible.

So, our daughter, Lisa,

gave him his notice and
this was his last week.

Are you drunk?

What? No.

- I'm just tired.
- You look hammered to me, mate.

I don't blame you.
Drowning your sorrows?

Don't worry about
it. You'll be fine.

You'll get another job.

Frank Parris
was murdered in his room

just two hours later.

And it was Stefan Leonida
who became the main suspect.

The body was discovered
the next day.

There was a maid, she was
a Russian girl, Natasha.

But she didn't get to the
room until mid-afternoon.

Housekeeping.

That was
about the same time

that Aidan began his speech.

I'm the luckiest
man in the world.

Sorry.

Sir?

Sir?

Sir?

So we
called the police

and they arrived about
20 minutes later.

Out of interest,
who was in charge?

His name was
Detective Superintendent Locke.

Why was I afraid
you were going to say that?

Frank Parris
arrives from Australia

and checks into your hotel.

Nobody knows him.

And yet sometime after midnight,

someone enters his room,

and murders him in a
particularly violent way.

Who would do such a thing?

On this day, of all days?

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

So here's my first question.

The lock for Room
12 wasn't forced.

Who had a spare key?

We all did.

Cecily, me.

Derek Endicott was on reception.

He has a master key in
case of emergencies.

And Stefan.

Stefan Leonida. Maintenance.

He still had his key.

Let's not jump to
conclusions, Lisa.

Well, he had a prison record.

And he'd been fired
just a few days before,

so I imagine the
Detective Superintendent

might be interested
in talking to him.

A criminal record?

Burglary and theft.

Where is he?

I was asleep. I didn't
go anywhere near Room 12.

Well, Derek Endicott, the
night manager says otherwise.

He says he saw you in
the Moonflower wing

just before midnight.

He's wrong.

I understand you've
been in trouble before.

I was young. I made mistakes.

So why did Miss
Treherne fire you?

She accused me of theft.

But I took nothing.
She's lying.

Well, maybe Derek
Endicott's lying, too.

Derek.

He's a friend.
He's a good man.

But he saw you go in to Room
12. That is interesting.

Mr. Parris's wallet was empty
and there were bloodstains

inside the fold of the
leather, which suggests to me

it was opened after
he was killed.

There's the motive.

Why don't you
admit the truth, Stefan?

Hmm?

I didn't kill him.

All right.

Let's take a look in your room.

Get nosebleeds, do you?

Sir.

It was an
open and shut case.

Stefan was arrested,
taken into custody.

Six months later, he was
found guilty of murder.

But by then he'd confessed,

so there was no
doubt in the matter.

He was given
a life sentence.

He's still behind bars.

And that
was the end of it?

Yeah, we thought so, yes.

Forgive me, Lawrence.

I mean, it's a...
it's a dreadful story.

And I feel sorry for all of you.

But you began by saying that
your daughter had disappeared.

- Yes.
- And that you thought

it was connected
to one of my books.

Yes.

- Which one?
- This one.

"Atticus Pund Takes The Case."

Ah...

- Alan Conway came to your hotel?
- Yes, he did.

And it's clear that he
used the real events

that have taken place as
some sort of inspiration.

We're all in the book.

Lawrence and I, for example.

He calls us Lance and Maureen,
and he turns us into crooks.

We're running a hotel that's
called the Moonflower.

Frank Parris, the man who was
killed, becomes Oscar Berlin.

Paris. Berlin.

Our daughter Lisa becomes
an actress, Melissa.

Yeah, and then there's Aiden.

He turns up as some sort of
idiot swindler, Algernon Marsh.

- What about Cecily?
- She's not in it.

But she read it.

- And then she disappeared?
- Yes.

We all believed that the
murder was far behind us.

Stefan Leonida has been
in prison for seven years,

and as far as the police are
concerned, it's case closed.

- And he had confessed.
- Hmm.

Cecily
always liked Stefan.

She really wanted to believe
that he was innocent.

But even she had accepted
all the evidence against him.

- Until she read the book.
- Exactly.

The day after she
finished it, she rang me.

Hey, Cecily!

Dad, we've made a
terrible mistake.

What are you talking
about, darling?

Stefan Leonida, I
was right all along.

He wasn't guilty. He
wasn't the killer.

Cecily. Cecily, slow down.

You know that book I
bought? "Atticus Pund"?

It's got the answer.

What?

The real killer is
named in the book.

Cecily, you're not
making any sense.

Just read it, Dad,
it's all in there!

If it wasn't Stefan, who was it?

She didn't say. Someone
came into her room

and she ended the call.

And the next day she vanished.

Susan! Susan!

Have you
reported her as missing?

The police are
looking for her now.

What do you think's
happened to her?

We think she's
frightened. She's hiding.

They're searching the woods.

We know she's still alive.
There have been sightings.

Her face was in the newspapers,
and there was someone

who was sure they'd
seen her in Norfolk.

What is it exactly
that you want me to do?

I want you to come to the hotel.

I want you to read the book.

You worked on it, you
must know what's in it.

If you can
see what she saw,

maybe you can help us find her.

Susan! Susan!

Oh, my God! What now?

I'm sorry! I've...
I've got to go!

I will think about
what you said.

You were at the
Blue Palace, right?

Yeah, Susan, we'll pay you
£10,000 if you help us find her.

Just a week. That's all we ask.

One week of your time.

- Susan!
- I'll call you.

- Susan!
- Yes, what have you done? Oh!

Andreas, what happened?

- I turned the grill off after the flood.
- Yeah, and?

- And then someone turned it back on again.
- Ugh!

Chapter One.

Atticus Pund was the greatest
detective in the world.

But his next case was going
to be his greatest challenge.

No, no. Too trite. Too obvious.

Yes!

Tawley was a picturesque village

in the county of Devonshire,

known for its lush
countryside and cream teas.

In the summer of 1954,
its most famous resident

was, without doubt,
Melissa James.

The British actress

who had climbed to the very
peak of the Hollywood heights

until an accident on the
set of a Hitchcock film

had brought a sudden
end to her career.

She had used the insurance money

to purchase a small hotel
one mile from the village.

She renamed it The Moonflower,

which was also the title
of the film for which

she had been nominated for
her first Academy Award.

And which had
given her the fame,

which, due to the accident
she had left behind.

Have a lovely stay with us.

Miss James.

We weren't expecting you today.

Do I have to phone every
time I come in, Mrs. Gardner?

That's not what I meant.

Is Mr. Gardner available?

He's in his office.

- I'll let him know you're here.
- Oh, no.

Why don't we surprise him?

- Miss James!
- Mr. Gardner.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

Well, that's all part
of the job, Miss James.

- You've got to keep up with the news.
- The racing news?

Please, take a seat.

We were just talking
about you, as it happens.

We were going through the
mail, and this came for you.

We knew who it was from,
it was soaked in lavender,

I don't know what
they're thinking of.

Listen to this.

"How can you do it,
dear Miss James?

The screen is
diminished without you.

A light has gone
out off our lives."

- Oh, that's so lovely.
- It is.

But it's not why I'm here.

I've been looking at the
accounts up until February.

Well, the winter months
always gonna be a bit slow

when you're near the seaside.

That may well be the case, but
even when the hotel is full,

we are still losing
money, hand over fist.

Well, I don't know what
more we can do, Miss James.

We run a tight ship here.

Maybe we could put up
the price of the rooms?

The rooms are already the most
expensive in Devonshire. No.

I've asked my financial
advisor to do a complete audit.

- An audit?
- When?

He's already on his
way down from London.

I'm meeting him later on today.

Will you be staying
for supper, Miss James?

No, thank you. I'm going home.

- Melissa.
- Oscar.

You didn't tell me
you were coming.

If I had told you,
would you still be here?

Well, there's no
need to be like that.

Six weeks and I hear
nothing from you.

You make no reply to my letters,

to my phone calls.

Why don't we talk
in the bar, hmm?

I'm afraid I can't
offer you a drink.

These stupid licencing laws.

I don't want a drink, Melissa.

I want an answer.

It is the work of almost
three years, Melissa.

I have the script, the
director, the contract,

I have the costumes.

One thing I do not have...

Your signature.

Why will you not
sign the contract

when production begins
two months from now?

I've decided not to do it.

- What?
- Well, I'm sorry, Oscar.

I've changed my mind.

What are you saying?

We are friends, Melissa,
we have an agreement.

And everything I've done,

the finance I have
raised, without you...

- I have nothing.
- We're not friends, Oscar.

This is a business
arrangement, and I'm sorry.

I should never have let
you talk me into it.

And if you back out now,
do you have any idea...

You will ruin me.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

There are plenty
of other actresses.

It's a good script.

It'll be a great film.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

You just have to
find somebody else.

What are you doing?

I was looking for you.

Why, what's happened?

The plumber's here.

Can't you deal
with him, Andreas?

You know, I don't know
the Greek for floods

and exploding water tanks

and going very rapidly mad!

He speaks English.

Can you give me five
minutes, please?

Yeah, sure.

Melissa's
journey took her past

the local church of St Daniel's.

This was close to the home
of Dr. Leonard Collins,

her personal physician.

As things turned out,

he would be one of the last
people to see her alive.

But right then,

Dr. Collins was not interested
in his celebrity patient.

Even as her life seemed to
be collapsing around her,

his had just taken a significant

turn for the better.

How much?

£980,000.

That's impossible.

You were her niece.

She had no other relatives.

What about Algy?

No other relatives
she cared for.

You are... the sole beneficiary.

Well, he won't be pleased.

Does he need to find out?

He's my brother.
I've got to tell him.

Samantha...

He will spend
every waking minute

trying to wheedle
the money out of you.

And you are too
soft-hearted, my dear.

He'll succeed.

But he's coming here.

He's on his way
down from London.

- Why?
- He's seeing Melissa.

You know, he advises
her on her investments.

Don't tell me, he's draining
more money from her wallet?

Is he staying here?

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

Just don't trust him, Samantha.

Don't say a word.

And what of Melissa?

She was not in a good mood

as she returned to her
home at Clarence Keep.

And the sight of her
husband's car in the driveway

only made things worse.

- Good evening, Miss James.
- Hello, Phyllis.

Mr. Spencer is waiting for
you in the drawing room.

I've left you a light
supper for after the opera.

It's just some
cold ham and salad.

Are you going out tonight?

Yes, Miss James, it's Wednesday.

My evening off.

I'm visiting my
sister in Bideford.

Is Eric going with you?

He's driving me.

You did say we
could take the car.

Yes, of course I did.

Well, have a nice time.

Haven't you done that yet?

I'm doing it now.

You should have
finished an hour ago.

Come on, we're going out.

Was that her?

Who'd you think it
was? Marilyn Monroe?

- Did she say anything?
- No.

But she knows?

I don't know.

Why don't you ask her?

I can't do that.

We'll soon find out if she does.

And what do you think
is going to happen then?

It's what you deserve.

I was waiting for you.

Sorry, I got held up.

- Did you see the Gardners?
- Yes.

So, what did you say?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Aren't you gonna change?

Actually, John, I'm
not going to join you.

I've got Algernon
coming to the house.

What? When?

- He's on his way now.
- Why?

I need to talk to him.

But we bought the
tickets weeks ago.

Sorry.

Well, I'll... Well, I'll stay.

I don't want to go without you.

I don't need you, John.

I need Algernon.

We're talking about money.

Something you just
take for granted,

which I've always worked for.

I don't even want to go.

I don't even like
the bloody opera.

That's not true.

It's "The Marriage of Figaro."

You loved it when we
saw it at Glyndebourne.

I was bored stiff when we
saw it at Glyndebourne.

And I don't want
to see it tonight.

You don't get it, do you?

You and I are from
different worlds.

You and your posh friends.

Ugh, a night at the opera

with Mummy and Daddy and
Lord and Lady so and so.

Black tie and political
chitchat at the interval.

It's just not me.

I'm not interested.

I think you're forgetting
something, Melissa.

My parents cut me off
when I married you.

-I wasn't good enough for them.
-I didn't care. I gave up everything for you!

As you've told me
a thousand times!

Look, I don't I want to
have this argument now!

Just go!

Don't do this to me, Melissa.

And you can sleep in the
spare room when you get back.

Try not to wake me.

- Oh.
- Hello.

I think Melissa's expecting me.

Miss James is upstairs, sir.

Would you like to go
into the living room?

Sure.

I don't suppose you
could rustle up a whisky

and ginger, could you?

Mr. Marsh is waiting for you
in the living room, Miss James.

Thank you, Phyllis.

I'd like to have a word with
you and Eric before you leave.

If you don't mind?

Oh...

Melissa. Darling.

Please, will you
sit down, Algernon?

What's the matter?

You, uh... You look
a bit rough. Ha!

I've been having a terrible
day, if you want the truth.

Oh, well, that makes two of us.

Bit of a rotten journey down.

Well, say, if you're not
in the mood for a drink,

what can I do for you?

I want to sell my shares
in Day's End Holdings.

What?
What do you mean?

I thought you wanted to
talk about the hotel.

I do want to talk about that. I
want to talk about everything.

I need money. This house,
the hotel, my marriage...

I feel I'm being sucked dry,

That is why I've recommended
Day's End. It'll make you rich.

Well, so far, it
hasn't made me a penny.

When have I ever
given you bad advice?

No, please don't argue
with me, Algernon.

I've come to the
end of the road.

There's no money in the bank.

I need to cash in my shares now.

Yes.

The shares aren't worth
anything, of course,

because Algernon
is ripping her off.

And Algernon is based on Aiden.

So what's that meant to tell me?

I'm not going to find the answer

written in a book
eight years ago, am I?

And how am I supposed to know

what's happened to
Cecily Treherne?

It's got nothing to do with me.

Is that true? Hmm?

All right.

Alan may have
mentioned something.

He showed me a picture of
Frank Parris in a newspaper.

A murder on a wedding
day and maybe...

maybe I did say that it
would make a good story,

but I didn't tell
him to write it!

Murder is the worst
of all crimes.

Not only because of
the lives it destroys.

But there are also the
reverberations, huh?

It's like a stone
dropped into the sea.

The ripples come all
the way to the shore.

Did you put that in your book?

"The Landscape of
Criminal Investigation"?

Oh, of course.

But I'm not a detective.

I can go to the hotel,
but I can't investigate.

I wouldn't know where to begin.

Do you believe that
Cecily Treherne is dead?

She's been missing
for five days.

Then that is where
you must start.

She sees something in the book

that tells her who
killed Frank Parris.

She calls her parents and...

someone overhears
the conversation.

And that person kills her.

Perhaps.

Yes, but the book is set

in a boutique hotel
in Devonshire.

It's about a famous
actress who gets strangled.

It's got nothing to do with
what happened at Branlow Hall.

So, what was it that Cecily saw?

I don't know.

I have no idea.

I should leave this alone.

But you won't.

I can't.

Not if it's my fault.

- Waiter! Waiter.
- Just a second. Coming.

What can I get you, madam?

I'll have a glass of
wine, please, barman.

Coming right up.

Andreas, I'm going
back to England.

- When?
- Soon.

Tomorrow.

For how long?

I don't know.

I've been offered a job.

- In publishing?
- No.

Has it got something
to do with Alan Conway?

I saw you reading the book.

Yes, it has.

You know that everything to
do with that man is bad, eh?

Last time you were
almost killed.

I've been offered £10,000.

To find a missing chapter?

No, not this time. To
find a missing person.

Cecily Treherne.

We need the money, Andreas.

Without it, we're finished.

So you'll come back
when you find her?

I don't know.

I still love you, but
this world is not for me.

Changing beds, chasing plumbers.

It's not making us happy.

I'm happy.

We argue all the time.

We don't have any fun,
not like we used to.

I never said it would be easy.

Well, you never said it was
going to be miserable, either.

I miss books.

I miss being an
editor, my old life.

Your old life
burned down, Susan.

Well, I want to
build another one.

But I'm not sure I
want it to be here.

You must do what you have to do.

Let's not make any decisions.

Let's just take
one day at a time.

But you're still leaving?

Yeah, I have to do this.

Don't be angry with me.

Think of the money.

Can you get an advance?

Melissa James had
made a great many enemies

in the village of Tawley.

There were the hotel
managers Lance and Maureen,

in fear of her.

The film producer, Oscar Berlin,

whose life had
been ruined by her.

What was Algernon Marsh,
her financial adviser,

hiding from her?

And what would her
husband, John Spencer,

do after she had rejected him?

Fear and hatred lead to
an inevitable conclusion.