All language subtitles for The Sunshine Murders s01e04 The Art of Murder.eng

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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.

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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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