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Cheers.

LAUGHTER

BANGING ON DOOR

LAUGHTER

BANGING ON DOOR CONTINUES

THUDDING

I'd do that a little quicker.

Giles just called, and they're gonna be here any second. Mm.

Madame demanded that she drive.

Whee!

Is he a nervous passenger? No. She's just a terrifying driver.

LAUGHTER

TYRES SCREECH

Oh, my, that was fun. Wasn't that fun, Giles?

So much fun, m'lady. Marvellous!

Madame, how wonderful to see you. Thank you, Beth.

Oh, finally, I'm home. How was the flight from Paris?

Too many people, not enough Champagne,

but other than that...

Giles!

Guard this with your life. As ever.

Always, Madame. It's a pleasure, Madame.

Well...

..aren't you a picture?

Christos, isn't it?

It is.

Would you be so kind as to help Giles in

with a few bits and pieces that I brought with me?

Then when we're all settled, you and I can get better acquainted.

I look forward to it. Mm.

I decided to travel light this time.

Although I do confess with adding another caftan to my collection.

There were some just darling ones at the airport in Paris.

I just had to buy one. One? Hm?

Three. You know me far too well.

Your Ladyship seems to like me. Her head is easily turned.

You're not happy to see me, Giles?

What do you think?

Beth tells me you have many houses.

So where is home when you're not here?

SHE LAUGHS

Winter is always spent in London.

Marylebone, where I live, is an utter delight

on a crisp December day.

Paris in the spring is de rigueur.

With its tree-filled jardin and pretty little pavement cafes.

Autumn is New York.

I mean, there's just nothing like the Big Apple in the fall.

But in the summer, my heart lies here in Aegina.

And this is where I will paint you.

When you're not occupied with your other work.

I presume that Beth has filled you in on that.

Giles was my late husband's right-hand man

years before he became mine,

and I've always assumed him completely loyal.

But... well, as you must be aware, working in the gallery,

my paintings...

..have been in demand

by private collectors worldwide for years.

And now he tells me that people won't pay what they're worth.

Now, that simply cannot be true.

It pains me to say so, but I think that Giles

has been taking a cut of the pie from the sales.

I mean, after 30 years of loyal service.

If he wanted the money, I'd give it to him.

Now, Beth has told you what you need to do.

Just to keep my eyes and ears open.

But you mustn't be caught. Do you understand?

You must be... covert.

I can't risk his finding out.

And now I must get into that water,

and I demand that you come with me.

I'm sorry about what I said about your mum.

The two of you can have next weekend together,

when things are quieter.

Yeah, I get it.

I'll see you later. I'm gonna be late.

I did a good thing, yeah? Moving you to this school?

Yeah, you did a good thing, Dad. I love it.

You do? Yeah, I do.

Great. Remember to tell your mum that.

PHONE CHIMES

Like I said, this will be easy money.

Well, I mustn't keep Madame waiting, right?

Meet you back here later. I may be busy.

I'm not one to be trifled with.

Well, I guess that makes two of us, huh?

RINGING TONE

'Giles, how are...?' What the hell's going on, Oliver?

'You received my message, then, I take it.'

This is ridiculous.

I was told I had a ten-day window to swap the damn thing,

and now you're telling me I only have two days?

When you were in Paris, that would have been the case.

Now you're in Greece. The product's travelling through.

So instead of you receiving it next week,

you'll receive it tomorrow.

Our associates are expecting you in Athens

tomorrow night with the goods.

I can't just swipe the damn thing.

There is an element of subterfuge. I need to find the right moment.

'That, Giles, is your problem.'

I need more time. 'Well, you don't have it.'

Hey, you.

I don't know what you think you're playing at, young man.

I'm just earning some extra money.

I mean, who could say no to an offer of being a painter's muse, huh?

If you say anything to Her Ladyship about our little ruse...

What? What? You will do what?

I would have thought my monthly payments

on top of your gallery wages would have been sufficient.

You are putting us both at risk by being here.

I get to lie by a pool in a beautiful villa for a few days

without doing anything, and I'm also getting paid for it.

Don't worry. I won't change our arrangement.

Very well. Her Ladyship requires more blank canvases.

And since you're here and not at the gallery,

there's a new batch of paintings in the outhouse,

along with the necessary equipment.

Be as quick as you can, and don't get caught.

Cooee! Christos?

That's a shame. I guess I will have to do that later, huh?

Get it done today.

On my way!

Oh, darling boy. Come here.

Beth is bringing out some lemonade.

We've a marvellous array of guests for tonight's soiree

all falling over themselves to meet you.

SHE LAUGHS

You and I are gonna get on like a house on fire.

I just know it.

Now, I noticed that Giles

went straight to the study when we came here.

Did you hear or see anything as you passed by?

No, nothing.

But I am sure I will...

if, of course, I don't get too distracted.

Huh?

SHE LAUGHS

Oh...

I am lucky to have you as my eyes and ears.

And of course, mannequin.

Yes, my lady.

I hate that title. Makes me feel ancient.

I demand you call me Gloria.

Well, then. Yes... Gloria.

Now, off with that shirt and go swim.

SHIRLEY: Thalia, hi. Mum came to the station to say hi.

Heading back to school soon. Why is she skipping school?

To see you. You ought to be flattered.

Morning.

SPEAKING OWN LANGUAGE

I promised to tell her when her mother is here.

She is in the lab with George.

Oh, Duke?

Erm, you know the old girl from "Ah-gina"?

Is she still here?

Aegina. That's what I said.

Yes. She has not been charged, and she will be released today.

But she's in the interview room waiting for her son to pick her up.

OK, OK. And, Duke...

erm, can I go and say hello to her?

I don't think Captain would like that.

Oh, yeah. No. Sorry, Shirley.

No. Good as gold. Don't worry about it.

Well, you'd better go and warn T her mum's here. Yeah.

I saw a video of your band playing online the other day.

Really? Yeah, it was pretty cool.

I mean, not my kind of stuff, but...

you know, I'm young, and you're...

You were going to say "old", weren't you?

No. Mm...

I was going to say...

Yeah, I was gonna say "old". But your singing's all right.

Well, thank you very much.

I will take "pretty cool" and "all right".

Here, have a look at this. Yeah.

And that is... Bacillus subtilis.

Yeah. It's revolting.

No, my dear, this is beautiful.

Then you've got very weird taste. Mm.

Speaking of which, my mum.

Do you...? Thalia? Your mother is here.

Is she mad?

You like my mum, don't you? Erm, yes.

She's... She's very nice.

Nice? OK...

Warm, yeah.

Not warm, uh...

She's kind. That's what she is. She's very kind.

Yeah. She is. She's very kind.

What about... pretty?

What? Don't you think she's pretty?

I mean... Yeah... Yeah! I knew it.

I give you permission to ask her out.

Oh, you'll give me permissions?

Yeah. The daughter always gives permission.

Didn't you know that? No, I didn't know that. Thank you.

Thalia. Thalia!

Yeah. She's mad.

Thalia!

DOOR OPENS

I, erm... hear you're being set free.

So, Doukakis has been looking after you, I can tell.

Very good man. Very good man. And the cells here... very nice.

Very comfortable bed.

Best sleep I ever had. And no cooking.

Aw. I wanted to ask you, erm, about Ari.

He's here? Nah, he's not.

He's still missing, and Helen and I are trying to find him,

and we haven't managed to yet.

How did you know him?

At first, he was... he was just a man.

Spiros was buying, um, seafood - lobsters, crabs, you know?

And then... then he became friend. Good friend. My friend.

He helped me sometimes when Spiros got crazy.

When did he leave?

Spiros find out that Ari was a policeman before.

He got crazy.

He found me next day in the garden, hiding.

He told me we must leave because Spiros knew dangerous men.

And me and my son make very, very small, like mouse.

So nobody... nobody notice us.

And then I left.

Did he say where he was going?

You look like him. You're very calm.

And you have his eyes.

Shirley! I was just passing.

I just thought I'd pop in very briefly.

Gloria sent me in for some lemonade. Hm.

You know, you don't need an excuse to come in here if you wanna see me.

Where is the lemonade? In the fridge.

On the middle shelf with the Champagne.

Are you worried about us being discovered? Is that it?

I don't think it's going to be a problem.

We'll have to tell her at some point.

Tell her what? That you and I are an item.

Are we?

You know, now that I am here...

..I was thinking that perhaps, uh...

How do you say? That it's a bigger fish to fry.

SHE SCOFFS

She's old enough to be your grandmother.

I know.

Such a little time, but so many houses to hide in her will.

You don't have to worry.

I will tell her to give you one of them.

The smallest one, of course. Now, you listen to me, you...

You try wheedling in, and I'll... You'll what? Huh?

Will you tell her that you hired me here

for your own use rather than hers?

I don't think she's going to like this, will she?

She's known me since I was a child.

If you think she's going to choose you over me, you're mistaken.

You're just another pretty thing.

And a disposable one.

For now.

I just...

Has a package arrived here today addressed to me?

No. Why?

Oh, because I'm expecting one.

Something important?

Kindly let me know when it arrives.

Mum... Nah. You cannot skip school, Thalia.

But, Mum, I saw your text. And I miss you too.

SPEAKS GREEK

I can't wait for you to come home.

But first, we have to convince your father

that you're safe at home with me.

And if he thinks that I'm encouraging you to skip school...

But you didn't. OK, let's get you back first.

And then, don't forget, next weekend, you're with me.

And me? I'm staying too. Oh, choice.

Ha! I taught her that.

Oh, I wanted to tell you,

Dad says I can stay with you at the weekend, if that's OK.

He did. Really? Wow. OK.

Erm, has anyone come across a package?

Just some houseware things. Nothing special.

I just seem to have misplaced it.

Yes, I saw Beth with it in the kitchen.

You're sure?

Ah.

RELIEVED SIGH

Straightaway, Madame.

So, I see you found your package.

Why would you keep it from me?

I didn't keep it from you. I was looking after it.

Madame's muse, for all we know, could be a thief.

If you don't trust him, why did you hire him?

Giles, this was a joke.

You're very jumpy today.

Anything to do with that package? Do you know?

I don't know what you're up to with that Christos boy,

but I can tell you, nothing good will come of it.

I don't know what you mean.

What were you thinking, bringing someone here

from the same place that we refresh the canvases?

"Refresh"?

Is that what you call it?

Or do you mean protect the eyes of the world

from those hideous efforts she calls art?

When Lord Whitten-Soames passed away,

he expressly asked me to keep his wife's care

at the centre of my thoughts,

and I've been honoured to do so.

Your mother felt the same way.

She was a good housekeeper,

a good woman, unfailingly loyal to Gloria.

You, on the other hand...

Is that it? You resent me because I want more.

Perhaps I don't want to stick around for 30 years,

on the coat-tails of someone else's life.

HE SIGHS SOFTLY

Giles, I'm sorry.

That was... A little harsh. But you're right.

That is exactly what I have done.

And I've been proud to do so.

Charles, I might be ambitious,

but so is Christos - more than I realised.

Madame asked me to bring him here to watch you.

M-Me?

She thinks you're stealing her painting proceeds.

Oh, er... Thank you.

And now he intends to seduce her.

Over my dead body.

Christos, you must be starving. I know I am.

And, Gloria, you haven't had anything since breakfast.

True. Perhaps a little something.

Christos, would you mind awfully getting Beth to put together

a tray of sandwiches for us all?

Mm-hm.

Much appreciated, Christos.

Now might be the time to have that little dip you're so desperate for.

How do you know me so well?

What would I do without you?

You'll never have to.

Er, I-I-I'd leave the necklace behind, if I were you.

You know how the saltwater affects gemstones.

Oh, heavens, I completely forgot I had it on.

Oh, that would never do, would it?

Oh, no. It's one of my favourites.

15th wedding anniversary.

20th, I believe.

Hm.

IN GREEK:

It's about Eleni.

What about Eleni?

She's been digging around.

She knows what he was accused of.

I told her it was all lies. Which it is.

I don't want it to be true any more than you do, Alexa.

Oh, please don't give me that.

There was evidence.

No, there was no evidence.

I recorded it myself.

But you would not listen.

I didn't wanna make you. You were too upset.

Oh, OK. So I will listen now. Prove it.

I destroyed it.

I destroyed his confession before Eleni could find it.

It's up to you to tell her that he confessed

before she finds out another way.

I'm doing everything I can to make sure she does not go down

the same route as her father.

It's the least I can do for you, Alexa.

We are history. Long gone and best forgotten.

Do NOT take it out on my daughter!

What are you talking about?

You are punishing her. Punishing her?

I'm protecting her. How?

By bullying her and making her do menial work.

So that's how you see it? She told me you had her filing.

The more power Eleni gains, the more she becomes a target.

Just like Ari.

These gangs need someone worth corrupting.

Someone who could hide evidence, make witnesses vanish.

Vanish, eh? Like Ari.

Ari was not a witness.

Eleni found the case notes for Ari's arrest.

I destroyed the interview recordings,

but soon, she will be asking questions.

She already is.

You know, I wonder if you did what you did

so that you and I could, you know...

How could you say that, Alexa?

No matter what my feelings were for you...

..he was still a friend of mine.

I loved him.

I have to leave for the mainland tonight.

Whatever for?

Oh, some business affairs of your husband's estate have come up.

Well, can't they wait a few days?

Well, I think it's best if I deal with it now.

I'll only be away for a day or two.

Well, what about my soiree?

You're going to leave with the Fox-Talbots after dinner.

They've chartered a boat which will return them to Athens tonight.

They have to fly off to Monaco in the morning.

SHE LAUGHS

Quelle surprise (!)

Susan never can keep away from that casino for long.

I don't know how Harold copes.

You believe her husband has some expensive taste of his own

to keep him busy?

But hopefully, he will be in the mood for buying some art.

Indeed.

Oh, Christos, you are a marvel.

I just washed the grapes.

And I am very tempted to ask you to peel one for me.

Oh, with pleasure.

GILES CLEARS THROAT

No. I wanted Christos to do the honours.

Oh, well, I'm afraid Christos has some errands to run for me.

And he needs to get ready for dinner tonight.

We can't have him smelling of seaweed.

SHE CHUCKLES

Our muse must look his best.

And I have a beautiful silk shirt that you can borrow.

Thank you, Gloria.

PHONE BUZZES Oh, would you grab that for me, T?

You got a text from Robbie.

Oh, yeah? What's it say?

"Night."

Well, man of few words.

Trust me, the fact that he remembered

is as romantic as it gets.

Anything else?

"Got a little something flying your way." Ah.

Well, maybe he remembers more than I thought.

Remembers what?

It's my birthday this weekend.

Why didn't you say?

Ah, well, you know, it's no biggie.

And when you get to my age, definitely not.

Looking for this?

Still very much for hire now, aren't we?

When we get married...

..I will tell her to stop with this painting nonsense.

How can she call this art?

Deluded old woman.

And I have to let her paint me.

IN GREEK:

LAUGHTER

She hardly knows him.

LAUGHTER

GUFFAWS

FAN TAPS ON TABLE

Thank you for joining me on my first night back

for some good wine and some delicious food.

And to Christos, who will inspire me and my art throughout the summer.

I am truly blessed.

Gloria, where's Giles?

Michalis and I were hoping he'd be dining with us tonight.

Giles is devastated that he can't partake,

but he has some pressing business to attend to before departing.

So, this is your first modelling job, is it?

I know this great booker in Paris.

I will try to convince Giles to join us for at least one drink.

Oh, yes, Christos, please do. Yes, yes.

Yes? Love Giles.

CONTENTED SIGHS

Did you finish covering the canvases?

Yes.

I understand that you have designs on Milady?

"Designs"?

Beth tells me that you plan to seduce Gloria.

Well, she looks like fun.

What she looks like is rich.

But looks can be deceiving. There's almost nothing left.

So I suggest that you enjoy the pool for a few days

and the extra money and leave.

And I'm thinking about staying a little more

and see how much she likes me.

In that case, you're fired.

I'm not going anywhere.

If you say one word...

..I will tell Gloria that you were ordering me every summer...

..to paint over her art

and that Beth hired me for her own amusement.

I go, we all go.

What will it take to get rid of you?

100,000. Oh! That is in... insane!

That's insane as...

..ordering somebody to destroy their employer's art. Hm?

And make him walk over her passion?

I don't think she's going to like it if she finds out, right?

I'm going to Athens tonight. I will be back tomorrow morning.

I can offer you 20,000 and not a cent more.

50.

You will bankrupt this household.

Either that, or I propose Gloria.

And then you will have to call me... How do you say, hm?

..my lord, hm?

Very well.

50,000 it is. I will bring it back tomorrow.

And YOU will leave immediately.

IN GREEK:

Don't you "efharisto" me, you fraud.

IN GREEK:

SHE SIGHS

Now you've met my beautiful muse...

..does anybody fancy hanging him on their wall?

Ooh! Certainly. She means in a painting, dear.

Come on, you two! No bickering.

Any luck with darling Giles?

Too much to do, he says. Well, he's a very busy man.

I'm not surprised, considering how much he does for Gloria.

Doesn't he, Gloria? Doesn't he do so much for...?

Oh!

Dear...

HUSHED: Madame! Madame! Ooh! Whoopsie.

Ooh, whoopsie-daisy.

Erm... would you get me a new napkin? Yes.

As soon as I finish serving. Never mind.

Christos will get me one, won't you, dear heart?

Your wish is my command. How very fortunate.

I would like one of the purple ones.

Harry, don't you think it's time

that you had a new painting for that yacht of yours?

The purple napkins are in the drier in the outhouse.

Well, Harold and I... Ooh, splendid, splendid, splendid!

Let's get some fizz to celebrate.

I'll get it.

Oh! Oh...

Oh, dear. Oh... Oh, how clumsy of me.

BETH: Don't worry, Madame. I'll clear it up.

Oh, you are a dear. I'll get the fizz!

A little night music always perks me up.

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS, SHE HUMS ALONG

What is a Lady W-S party without her falling asleep at least once?

GUESTS LAUGH

Voila!

Lucky you, Harold.

Another Lady W-S original for your collection.

No...

But you've got to get the do in, because then she thinks...

MACHINE BEEPS

Shh! I think you're all being terribly mean.

She's done very well for herself. Oh, yes (!)

Wasn't she a waitress before she landed the good Lord? Hm!

But look where she is now.

Cheers! Cheers!

Hey!

LAUGHTER AND MUSIC CONTINUES

Hey!

I've called a cab to the ferry port.

I can't wait any longer for those two lushes in there.

I... I have to get back to Athens.

I'm sorry I brought Christos here. Me too.

WHISPERS: Madame. Oh! Oh...

Oh, did I nod off?

I just closed my eyes for a second, and...

Oh, you won't tell anyone, will you, Beth?

I don't want anyone to think that I think them boring, even if I do.

BETH LAUGHS

Oh... Now, you better get that bubbly out to our guests.

Ohhh!

Night, Auntie Shirl. OK.

Night-night. Good night.

HELEN GROANS

Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite.

FAINT VOICE: 'Please leave a message after the tone.'

BEEP

CLEARS THROAT

I was just calling cos I reckon that Helen could really do with a chat.

And if it makes any difference to you,

I reckon whatever they pinned on Ari back then, he's innocent.

Anyway... er, night.

'I reckon whatever they pinned on Ari back then, he's innocent.

'Anyway... er, night.'

EXHALES SHARPLY

Cheers!

Stop it!

There you are.

We thought you'd sneaked off to be with your muse.

Of course not!

But the night is still young... and so is he.

GUESTS LAUGH

MUSIC CONTINUES

Hey!

GROANS, MUSIC CONTINUES

Stop!

We should have waited for a free taxi at the marina.

It's gonna be quite a walk if we don't flag one down.

She'll be all right!

Thalia said that there was a 30-minute wait when she rang,

and this is nothing compared to what I do on the farm.

'I walk out my gate and can't see a soul for miles.

'Come on, rattle your dags.'

Thalia, where did you book?

I thought we were staying at a resort.

No. I thought Auntie Shirl would like a bit of rustic Greece.

Oh, yeah, I'm good with that.

Oh, "Ah-gina"... I mean, it's as beautiful and warm as ever.

It's Aegina. Aegina.

I'll get it eventually. Well, it's not that hard.

I'd like to see you wrap your lips around a few Kiwi names.

You try me.

Waikikamukau. Waikikamukau.

Well, that was an easy one. Er... Te Whanganui-a-Tara.

Te Whanganui-a-Tara.

Well, now you're just showing off.

Mum, what's George doing here?

Did you invite him? Of course not!

George! What are you doing here?

Helen? Are you on hols too?

She means holidays.

I wish! I was just taking in the view.

Listen... there has been a suspicious death

in one of the villas on the north side.

You're joking? Not my business.

Remember, we're on holiday.

Just out of curiosity, who is the DI working on it?

Haralambidis. Oh!

Right. So, George, would you mind filling me in while we're waiting?

Yeah, sure, but, you know, my car is over there.

Why don't I take you back to where you have to go,

and I'll fill you in?

Yeah, great. Thank you.

So, George, why isn't DI Haralambidis with you?

Well, we were meant to come across together,

but his wife went into labour

when we were waiting for the courier to pick us up at Piraeus.

He'll be over in a few hours.

You know, they detained two suspects at the villa

where the body was found.

Two? Yes.

Both are employees of the villa's owner.

One was stopped last night by an officer, Giles Chowdry.

He was carrying a necklace on his way to the ferry

in a briefcase worth thousands.

Now, he admitted to theft,

but he said he had nothing to do with the death,

and he swore that the deceased was alive when he left,

so they decided to detain the housekeeper as well.

Listen, I was thinking, when we go now,

can I stop one or two minutes?

I wanna speak to the police officer, explain about Haralambidis,

and then I promise you, I take you back to your hotel.

George, why don't they send the two suspects across to Piraeus?

Or at least take them in.

I mean, I assume the villa is not that secure.

Yeah, but your hotel is the only thing nearby.

There's nothing else.

And there's a team there now watching them?

When you say a team, there's only three policemen on the whole island.

And there's no cells, only one room,

and that is at the Port Authority office.

That's why we've had to detain the suspects at the villa.

Well, that's not ideal, is it?

So, the other suspect, is it a man or a woman?

It is a woman. The housekeeper.

Ah, then she did it! The butlers ALWAYS do it.

And the man? The butler.

Ah! Well, then he did it. Case closed.

Hi, Yiayia. Where have you all gone?

Mum tried to call you. We went away for Shirl's birthday.

Well, where are you now?

A hotel in Aegina. 'Oh!'

You're telling me that you, your mother and Shirley are in Aegina?

Yes. 'Oh, I see.'

So when it's your new auntie's birthday,

you take her away for the weekend,

but when it's my birthday, you buy me a bar of soap!

It was good soap. Thalia!

Yiayia, I'm sorry.

We tried to call you, but you didn't answer the phone.

I... I had things to do.

Anyway, tell your auntie Shirley happy birthday,

and thank you for the message.

OK. Love you.

IN GREEK:

Oh!

SIGHS DEEPLY

It's just... Nothing. Oh! Hello, Lady "Wither-Cinema".

It's Whitten-Soames.

Whitten... Whit...

..S... Just call me Gloria.

I can't bear hearing any more unflattering versions of my name.

I'm just going to go and check the...

And you are...? Detective Eleni Moustakas.

Do you mind if I don't? I've just painted my nails.

Beth, my housekeeper, normally does it for me,

but she's, erm... indisposed.

Not that it comes an astounding surprise, that.

I mean... Her betrayal, I mean.

I only gave Beth the job in thanks for her mother's loyal service,

but Giles...

That is a knife through the heart.

If my husband were alive today, he would beat him!

Or blubber. One of the two.

Probably both. Oh, you must forgive me, Detective.

I don't seem to quite be able to get over the shock.

Of the young man's death?

Oh, heavens, that too. Did you know the deceased well?

LAUGHING: No!

I only met him yesterday. Beautiful physique.

STUTTERS: I mean, person.

Oh, what a waste!

Are you interviewing me?

Is this an interview? Do I need a lawyer?

The two young policemen said that I wasn't a suspect.

Am I a suspect? I really don't know.

Until a case is solved,

everyone is a suspect, Lady Whitten-Soames.

Ah! You got my name right!

Mm. You're the clever one, I see.

Mum.

And you brought your daughter to an investigation.

Now, that is very progressive.

And I see you've got your swimming knickers on.

Well, help yourself to lemonade, and do take a dip.

Feel free. Ah! Are we swimming?

Er, no. Thanks. We're not.

Aren't you with the forensic team?

Oh, yeah, nah, I'm her sister.

I don't think I will ever understand Greek culture.

Well, by all means... feel free.

No, this won't be necessary. Oh, come on!

You said yourself there's no pool at the hotel.

We're not staying, Auntie Shirl.

Aren't we? Tell her, Mum.

Well, we're gonna go in a minute.

I just need to go inside and check that everything is fine and...

Oh, they're all fine in there. No, no, no, I am the wounded party.

I mean, not technically,

given that there's a dead body in my outhouse,

but essentially, I am the wounded one.

So, where do you keep the suspects?

Beth is in her room, and Giles is in the study.

And there's an officer with each of them.

One of whom had the nerve to ask me to fetch them all food and water,

as if I was staff!

Well, it's a very hot day,

so I'm sure the officers would be most grateful.

Yes, no, you're probably right. Gosh, would you hold that?

Yes, of course. Oh! Ooh!

Thank you.

Right...

Oh, wow. Oh!

GLORIA CHUCKLES

This is Myrtle.

Looks like it's you and me again, kid.

Beth hired Christos to be my muse, or so I thought.

I'm an artist, you see, and so I hire a muse every summer.

When I haven't got one, Myrtle steps in.

How long had you been in a relationship with Christos,

the diseased?

SCOFFS

Not according to Lady Whitten-Soames.

It was a brief encounter.

Is this why you got him the job?

Did you hope for it to continue?

Madame needed a muse.

I knew him from the art gallery in the village,

so it was convenient.

His modelling to her or his relationship with you?

Both.

Regarding Beth hiring the deceased one,

you said "or so I thought".

What does that mean?

Beth only hired Christos in the hopes

of continuing some dalliance with him.

An affair?

Given the nature of your relationship with him,

you... you don't seem very upset.

I... I'm just confused about it.

He told me he intended to seduce Madame for her money.

And you didn't tell her of his intentions?

Well, there was no time.

You believe Giles also betrayed you?

He stole from me!

My beautiful necklace, worth more than 50,000 euros.

Why would he do that?

Well, when they caught him last night,

he whimpered something about having done it for me.

I mean, how could replacing my real jewels for fakes

possibly benefit me?

This is the third time I've done this.

My late employer was a ferocious gambler -

something he kept carefully from his wife -

and by the time Lord Whitten-Soames died,

there was very little left of the estate

beyond the equity sunk into the couple's four residences.

And soon, one of those will have to go.

For now, liquidating Gloria's less concrete assets was the best,

least upsetting thing I could do to keep things afloat.

And Lady Whitten-Soames knew none of this?

Her Ladyship has never really concerned herself

with the fiscal elements of living such an existence,

and His Lordship expressly asked me to keep it that way after he died.

And I have fulfilled his wishes.

Her Ladyship believes...

believed that the proceeds from her ghastly paintings

funded her entire estate.

"Ghastly"? That's a bit harsh.

But fair.

Giles went into all that trouble of making a fake necklace

just to steal the real one?

Lady Whitten-Soames,

I think you should have all your jewellery revalued.

It's not the first time he does this.

I made rather a good job of those nails.

These thefts are, in fact, missions of mercy?

I take no pleasure in deceiving the woman

it has been my duty to serve for nigh on three decades.

It was not an undertaking I took lightly,

but as I have said, it was not my undertaking at all,

but her husband's.

He directed me before he died to a fence in London

with whom he'd already been doing exactly the same thing.

In his absence, the task now sadly falls to me.

He would loathe it if you called him a butler.

Giles is my personal secretary. He's been with the family for years.

He dealt with all my husband's affairs,

and then when my husband died, mine.

So... how could he do this to me?

And you haven't taken a cut?

"Cut"? No, no cut, as you call it.

I have paid my wages,

which have risen in line with inflation, and no more.

How very honourable (!)

Listen, Detective, I have spent my life in service,

improving the lives of others.

I have very little else to my name but honour.

So these dinner parties... does your employer hold them often?

Mm-hm.

She thinks they will help sell a painting,

not that it ever does.

People come, eat the free food, drink our Champagne and go.

What do you do with the paintings

Lady Whitten-Soames thinks she has sold?

I take them here,

to the director of a gallery, who has the paintings whitewashed

before discreetly giving them back for Gloria to reuse.

Did you leave the kitchen at any point whilst preparing dessert?

I came from the kitchen onto the patio.

Ask any of the guests - they all saw me.

Madame had made a mess.

I spent a lot of time clearing it up.

Are you sure you didn't go anywhere else last night

other than the patio and the kitchen?

I would strongly suggest you lay your cards on the table now,

Ms Gaudion.

Well, I went to find Giles, and we spoke outside the villa briefly.

And then I came tout de suite to the kitchen,

where I found Madame asleep.

Asleep? She does that sometimes.

She says it's narcolepsy,

but I think it's a little bit too much to...

Hm. So then I shook her to wake her up.

Well, she'll tell you about it. Hm.

Witnesses say that you were missing before Christos was discovered.

To the best of your knowledge, Mr Chowdry,

is there anything in that outhouse

that could implicate you in the murder?

Nothing at all.

What did you and Giles discuss?

I apologised for bringing Christos into the house

and warned him that he was after Madame.

You must have felt really foolish,

being deceived by Christos in that way.

Foolish? Yes.

But you don't kill someone because they make you feel foolish.

What about angry?

I wasn't angry.

I was...

..hurt.

I knew it wasn't going to last or anything.

I was under no illusions, but...

Well, you saw him. He was handsome.

Hello there.

Any signs of what killed him?

Well, at the moment, I can only take photos,

and I can't touch the body too much, but when Haralambidis comes,

I will be able to do more.

But I can see his complexion is red,

and for this, there could be many causes.

And also, I see he has these, like,

small white spots of paint on his arms.

White paint?

Like he's been decorating or something. OK.

Any suspicious items?

You're on the case now?

George, I don't need your lecture now.

I'm not giving you a lecture! You two having a tiff?

No, we're not having a tiff. What is a tiff?

Apparently, something you're not having!

Jeez... he doesn't look too hot. Shirley, you can't be in here, OK?

How did he go? Well, we don't know yet.

Why didn't he just come out and tell people he was feeling a bit crock?

Because the door was locked from the outside,

and there was no key on the lock.

When did you say Haralambidis was coming?

Well, he called me.

His wife's labour is dragging on a bit,

but he should be here in a few hours.

There needs to be a senior investigating officer on the scene

before George can proceed any further.

In a murder investigation, every minute counts.

And in this heat, I need to take samples because...

Just in case... Yeah, it is getting a bit whiffy.

So you're on the case now? No.

Um... "couple of hours", he said?

Well, we are just waiting for the baby to come.

How many kids has his missus had?

I don't know. Three, I think, maybe. Why?

No worries.

I mean, by my third, I was shooting them out like a cannon,

so we should be out of here by dinner.

So... So, we have a senior investigating officer?

You have an investigator officer for now.

Oh!

Hi, Shirley. Hiya.

How's Thalia? All good? All good.

Given her the villa's Wi-Fi code.

Oh, well, she must be happy as a clam, then.

What are you doing? I'm making Lady S a sammie.

A what? A sammo. Sandwich.

Well, Shirley, you can't be running around touching things.

It's a crime scene, remember? But I just wanted to make... Agh!

Oh, yeah... That thing belongs to Lady Whitten-Soames.

Why has she got a dummy in her kitchen?

Her name is Myrtle.

Her Ladyship says that "dummy" sounds so impersonal.

Just the lack of face...

Do you normally keep Myrtle in the kitchen?

No, no. Beth usually keeps it in one of the guest bedrooms

if Her Ladyship isn't using it.

I would, but I don't have the keys for anything.

The guest bedrooms are all locked up in her absence

to deter the squatters.

So you and Her Ladyship don't have a set of keys?

Good heavens, no. That's what a housekeeper is for.

Mr Chowdry, I think I should accompany you back to your room.

IN GREEK:

PHONE BUZZES

Hi, Dad.

No, we're not at the hotel yet.

We had to stop nearby.

No, not the beach.

Long story. We're actually at a crime scene right now.

'How come whenever you're with...?'

I suppose, erm...

..er, there.

There. There would be fine.

Ah!

Aww, that's nice!

Do you like them? Yeah, I mean,

it's really cute you've hung your grandkids' drawings on the wall.

Oh!

I don't have any grandchildren.

Oh, these are yours?! Whose else would they be?

Well, you know, they're very bright,

and it looks like you tried really hard.

Right, let me go trim this bush of yours.

Lady Whitten-Soames, can I ask you a question about last night?

I am here to help, Detective.

Is it true you fell asleep in the kitchen

and were woken by Ms Gaudion?

Oh!

Me... fall asleep during my soiree?

How absurd!

What do you think I am, some old lush?

Are you saying that...? Oh, excuse me.

I must go and advise your sister on the correct shaping of my topiary.

Helen...

IN GREEK:

So, how's that, then? Yes...

I like a tidy bush.

Ah! What on earth is that?

Oh, it's... birthday pressie from my husband.

Oh, he must be REALLY missing me.

If my husband had sent me a present like that, I'd have sent it back.

What are those? Aw... Kiwi delicacy.

Pineapple Lumps.

No, thank you.

What's he doing?

Oh, it's a little joke that we've got.

He's washing his socks.

Romantic.

Mind you... that is a very good model of machine you've got there.

It's getting on a bit, by the look of things,

but don't you worry!

There's a lot of years in these makes.

Just, er... watch out for the fan belt.

That'll be the first thing to go. GLORIA CHUCKLES

There's no need to look so surprised.

Before I married my darling Whitty, I worked in a Laundromat.

That's where I met him.

Our eyes locked as I passed him an immaculately clean smoking jacket.

Righto! That's... unexpected.

Hey, Thalia, do you want to chuck this around? Yeah.

Can you tell me why there are whitewashed canvases

in the outhouse?

Well, there are canvases everywhere for Milady,

should she ever feel the urge.

They're freshly paint.

The painting pot and rollers are sitting right beside them.

Like I said, Christos was an assistant at the gallery.

It was his job to paint over her work.

Please don't tell Her Ladyship.

It will break her heart.

So you asked Christos to paint them here at the villa?

Wasn't that risky? I had no choice.

He turned up, Her Ladyship wanted him to model for her today,

so I had to get him to do the job I hired him for.

Otherwise, there would be no canvases for her to paint.

What I did not employ him to do was to win her affections

and wheedle his way onto her will.

I imagine that must have made you very angry.

Listen, Detective, I may be a thief of sorts...

..but I'm not a murderer.

Right.

IN GREEK:

Excuse me. Hi, George.

Any signs of Haralambidis? 'No. Not a word.'

He hasn't answered his phone all afternoon.

OK. I'll check with the hospital. Maybe he's there.

If not, I'm sure he's on his way. 'Thank you, George.'

So, tell me, what did you find?

Well, given the redness of his complexion,

I tested the blood for carboxyhaemoglobin,

and sure enough,

there was high amounts of it in his system.

Well, George, I'm a detective, not a scientist.

He died of monoxide poisoning, Helen.

Are you sure?

There's no gas burners or boilers in that room.

I know, but, Helen... Yes?

..I'm a scientist, not a detective.

Hm!

Whoa!

Oh, Lady S isn't gonna be happy about this.

Where do they hang their stuff out to dry?

Oops. Huh...

Maybe now he's moved out, I can put it in the dryer.

I'll go and ask H.

Hey! Listen, T and I were playing around with the rugby ball,

and then I accidentally threw it, and it kind of splashed.

Only you could bring a rugby ball to Greece.

Oh, I didn't, it was in the parcel, along with this photo.

And get this - Lady S complimented me on my choice of machine.

She used to work in a laundry mat, and apparently, that's a good one.

Which brings me on to this, Lady S's caftan,

which got splashed and got really wet.

Can I put it in the dryer?

Shirley, do you know what?

I really need to go up there and interview the suspect.

I'll take that as a yes.

UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS

Do you know, you are quite divine.

I am? Those cheekbones...

The way they flow into your hairline.

And those eyes...

You have your mother's eyes.

And your father must be very handsome.

Come with me. I'd like to paint you.

I don't think... Oh, I will pay you.

I pay all my models.

Let's get you settled in the right light.

IN GREEK:

I understand you speak some English.

Yes, Sir.

He admitted to being invited to become part of Papadopoulos ring,

and he won't say anything else.

Year after year, decade after decade,

it is still the same.

The power this man has over the people of Athens,

over us, it is such a shame.

This young man was on his way to being a good officer,

and to lose it for what - a bit of money?

Many would not dare to say no to him.

That much I know.

Many a good police officer has been caught in his web.

And once you are in, it is hard to get out.

Maria...

Goodbye, Captain.

Yes, Sir.

So, Beth, you admit you knew that Christos was hired by Giles

to paint over Lady Whitten-Soames's canvases,

and that he was doing so in the outhouse.

Just because I knew where he was, doesn't mean I killed him.

Where are the house keys kept? The drawer?

No, no, you can't touch anything. I'll have to do it.

Is this the only set? No, the other set is in the kitchen.

Well, Beth, we know about those.

They're already being sent for fingerprints.

There were no keys missing from that set.

I don't understand.

IN GREEK:

SHIRLEY: 'Lady S complimented me on my choice of machine.

'She used to work in a laundry mat.'

Do... Do you recall the make of the washing machine?

I have the warranty manual in there.

Can I? Yes, yes, you can.

MACHINE BEEPS

Oi! Oi!

Oi!

BAG UNZIPS

Hello, Helen. Hey, George.

Can you look up for me a model, a washing machine?

OK... It's linked to the case.

So, it's Reko 17800.

OK, let me have a look.

Reko 17800.

About five years old, powered by electricity,

has complimentary dryer option, also powered by electricity,

unless you choose the gas option.

Ten years guarantee.

Hang on, what did you just say about the electricity and gas?

Well, if you take the dryer, it can be powered by electricity or gas.

Ms Gaudion, is your dryer powered by electricity or gas?

The gas option was Madame's preference.

BREATHES HEAVILY

Sorry I kept you waiting.

I couldn't find my fan brush.

Thalia, can you give us a moment?

We will have to search your room, Lady Whitten-Soames.

Very well.

Oh.

Follow me.

Can you tell me what you were wearing last night?

HUMS ALONG TO MUSIC

Voila!

How come you have two of those?

I like to have several of each pattern, you know.

Were you wearing something else? Underwear and my evening gloves.

One of a kind.

OK. I think we're done here.

We can go downstairs.

Looks like it's you and me again, kid.

BREATHES HEAVILY

So, there is evidence that indicates that Christos's death...

..was not accidental.

One of you... is the culprit.

Christos knew secrets of both you, Mr Chowdry,

as well as you, Ms Gaudion,

that would have cost you your livelihood -

even put you in prison.

However, you, Lady Whitten-Soames, are also a suspect.

All three of you would have known where the house keys were kept

and that the dryer in the outhouse was powered by gas.

The same gas that caused monoxide poisoning,

killing Christos, after you deliberately locked him in!

But it couldn't have been me. I-I was asleep.

Beth woke me. Yes, that's true, I did.

But you weren't asleep.

In fact, it wasn't you at all on the kitchen table.

It was Maple.

Oh, Myrtle? Myrtle.

Dressed in the same identical set of quality clothes.

Voila!

'You hid the dummy in the pantry, wearing the same set of clothes,

'knowing that Ms Gaudion would be too busy serving guests

'and clearing up the mess you made.'

Would you get me a new napkin?

As soon as I finish serving.

'Face down, the dummy looked just like you, fast asleep.'

GUESTS LAUGH

'during dinner for Christos to go to the outhouse...'

Christos will get me one, won't you, dear heart?

Your wish is my command.

'..earlier that day,

'you took the outhouse key from Beth's room

'and set the timer and a child lock

'that no-one else but you would know how to open.

'You locked him in, knowing full well...

'..he would not leave there alive.'

CHRISTOS: Hey!

Hey!

CHOKES, GASPS FOR BREATH

'And you came back to the table without being seen.'

I am confident that after you left your gloves on Myrtle,

the outhouse key you took from Beth's bedroom drawer

would have your fingerprints on it.

This is completely ridiculous.

Do you have the key?

Christo.

My colleague found it in the bushes not far away from the outhouse.

You could have hoped that it remained unnoticed there

until you could retrieve it and return it.

Lady Whitten-Soames, can you stand up for me, please?

I'm arresting you on the suspicion for the murder of...

This is ridiculous!

Your... Your Ladyship, no! Madame!

Madame... why?

I caught him defiling my art, my passion, my raison d'etre!

How can she call this art?

Deluded old woman.

And I have to let her paint me.

IN GREEK:

My work lies in the finest houses in Europe.

The blood, the sweat...

My creative heart, he stabbed it!

How dare he?!

The artistic imbecile! Just like your sister.

GLORIA LAUGHS

Insulting me.

Insulting me and equating my work with the daubs of a child!

GLORIA CACKLES

CACKLING CONTINUES 'She wanted to dry the caftan.'

I showed her!

Shirley! I showed her!

Shirley!

Shirley?

Come on, sis.

Come on. Auntie Shirl?!

SHIRLEY BREATHES HEAVILY

COUGHS

Ohhh! Oh!

Oh, I always said the washing would be the ruddy death of me.

Ohhh!

None of you know what art is.

None of you.

Yeah, well, I know what it isn't.

Are you sure you're OK?

Oh, yeah. Had a nap now. Good to go.

It's still your birthday. Well, just about.

What do you want to do?

Well, you know, it's never too late for a barbie, hey?

And, erm, do you guys reckon I'd look good in a caftan?

No. Oh.

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