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So do you remember how worn out the legs were before?

Is that the chair or me you're on about, my darling?

So I've recovered this using a fabric

that I picked up at a local flea market.

Do you remember, honey? - I do remember.

You insisted on driving us there.

Right, I just need to finish securing this on.

- Allow me, madam. - A staple gun will suffice.

I mean, as we always say, big is not always best.

Luckily for you, darling.

I have a local firm actually finishing the rest

of the set off for me because, as you know,

later on this week,

we'll be having our Li-- - Live-stream main event!

Where we will finally reveal our fully renovated home,

and, of course, you guys get the chance to ask us any questions.

Like, how have I been married

to this controlling witch for so long?

Or why is my husband such an obnoxious ass?

- Ha! - Cut! Cut!

We've talked about this.

Can we please just stick to the script?

Your followers want to see a united, happy couple.

I'm sure you can just edit out that last section, can't you?

Maybe leave the technical stuff to people

who actually know what they're doing.

You are insufferable, Preston.

Roll on the live-stream

when I can finally kick this oaf out of my house.

Ha. Don't you mean my house, darling?

Over my dead body, honey.

Nate?

My office radiator's still not working properly,

I wonder if you could look at it for me?

I need someone who, um, knows what they're doing.

Sure.

I'm not having that adulterous cow take this place from me.

Oh!

- Is that a mouse?! - Be careful!

It's okay, looks like he's been dead a while.

I wonder where it's come from?

You! You've gone too far this time!

Hey, whoa! It wasn't me. I mean, I wish it was...

I hate you!

Come on, Mrs. S., don't get upset.

Here. - Oh, thank you.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

- Let's get you a glass of water. - Yeah.

Thank you.

I think it's time I called in some professional help.

What, a solicitor?

No.

A private investigator.

Hello!

You slept here again?

What would I do without you, Seb?

Be buried alive under a mountain of paperwork?

I mean it, though.

Thanks for sticking with me after everything.

Ugh. Vanilla?! - Oh.

What are you trying to do, kill me?

I'm sorry, that's mine. Here you go.

You know I'm not actually in today.

I just came to get this.

Ahh. Well, you can't lead a "The Phoenix

and The Turtle" party without a turtle, can you?

I betray the Bard each and every time I don this travesty!

Remember you've got a 10:00.

Preston Shrewsbury?

Thinks his wife's having an affair.

Another extra-marital?

Beggars can't be choosers.

You know, it's been over two years.

You could try speaking to Lu. - Ohh.

'What type of partner is right for you?"

One that admits when they're wrong.

Sorry, sorry. I slept in.

Congratulations on closing the case!

It was a lost budgie. It's hardly the crime of the century.

But thanks.

Ooh, vanilla latte.

Did you get yourself one?

Oh, no, it's fine. I just wanted to treat the boss.

No, no, no, no, we're a team, remember?

Especially since you chose to come with me.

Oh, what can I say?

I will follow you to the last gasp,

with truth and loyalty.

Ohh. Right.

Do you want to do a quiz? - Yes!

Sorry, I don't have an appointment, but it's important.

- Oh, come in! - I can take your jacket.

Can I get you a flat white? Coconut water?

- Ouch! - Ooh! Sorry, that looks sore.

Is that a new tattoo?

Oh, no, actually I've had it for ages.

I get a leaf added every year.

It's my way of remembering...

Sorry, sorry, I'm Rina. - Shrewsbury!

Yeah, I know, I know! I watch your online show.

I love it! "Reclaimed Refurb."

It's basically just me and my husband.

They've been refurbishing this house for, what,

six years now,

and the thing is everything in it has to be

either second hand or reclaimed.

Oh, it's brilliant! I'm terrible at DIY.

But then you've got Preston to help you, haven't you?

Wait, sorry, your husband is Preston Shrewsbury?

He's why I've come to see you.

What, and people pay you for this?

Very well, actually.

Especially after we hit 250,000 followers.

I mean, it's not without its sacrifices.

Our marriage is over.

I mean, it's always been tempestuous.

At one point, that was part of the fun.

But now we just make each other miserable.

You always seem so happy in your videos.

No, I mean, we're forced to play nice for our brand,

but when we've finally done our big live-stream,

then we're finally gonna go our separate ways.

Or we would be, if we can decide which one of us

gets to keep the finished property.

Hang on, this is about a house?

I thought this was about an affair?

We employed a handyman to help us with the final snagging,

Nathaniel Tensio.

And you think this Nathaniel and your wife are...

Sleeping with each other?

Oh, I'm absolutely certain of it.

Nate's just so easy to work with.

At one point,

when Preston was being a proper nightmare,

we filmed Nate from behind as a body double.

And that really wound Preston up.

If she thinks I'm gonna leave my dream house

just so she can wheel in her toy-boy,

then she's got another thing coming,

'cos I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry, Rina, I don't really know how I can help you.

'Cos I'm just an investigator, I'm not a property lawyer.

Preston's trying to sabotage me.

He wants to force me out.

He's removed all the fuses from in my plugs,

flooded my en-suite,

and then, I found this.

Now, he knows I hate mice.

You're not alone.

How can you be sure it's definitely him?

Because it's only happening on my side of the house.

We have exactly half each.

When we're not recording content,

we stick strictly to our own sections.

What, and this works, does it?

It's the only thing we seem to agree on.

I mean, the kitchen was an issue, so we drew up a rota.

I have lunchtime, and then 9:00 p.m. till midnight.

What if you get peckish around teatime?

This is why I need your services.

If I can prove that Rina is having an affair,

expose it to our fans,

I can get public opinion on my side

and then I can kick her out.

Well, I'll, er, I'll stake the place out then.

Watch and see if he comes over to my half of the house.

If I can prove that he's been harassing me,

then I'm more likely to get the place when we split.

Well, I suppose I could go tonight, have a look.

So, 9:00 p.m.

And nothing or nobody is gonna get past me.

Nice doggy.

Shh, shh.

- Bibi, what have you found? - Go, go.

I say, what are you doing there?

Attack, Bibi, attack.

No! [ Stammering ] I'm-- I'm a private investigator.

I'm just investigating-- - Frank?

Lu? What are you doing here?

Me? I'm not the one in a hedge being mauled by a Pomeranian.

- I am on a job. - So am I.

- The Shrewsburys? - The Shrewsburys?

Oh, it's okay, it's fine.

The owners actually know that we're here, so it's fine.

I'll be double checking that first thing in the morning.

- Okay, thank you. - Bibi!

So...

what were you hired for? - What were you hired for?

I'm here watching Preston to see if he's sabotaging the house.

Well, Preston thinks Rina's having an affair

with the handyman.

I thought you didn't do extra-maritals.

- People change. - Do they?

Anyway, if Rina was having an affair,

I wouldn't be surprised. Preston's been a nightmare.

Why won't he let her just buy him out of the house?

Why should he? He's done all the hard work

building this place up, and she comes in,

throws a few scatter cushions

and thinks she's better than him.

Well, maybe she understands that a house needs to be nice

and approachable, otherwise people won't want to visit it.

Well, maybe some people recognise style over substance.

You had many jobs lately, Frank?

Well, at least I'm doing real investigative work.

So am I.

What, you still doing the missing-pets cases?

Let's face it, that's one step up from a flyer on a lamp post.

How dare you! I--

Let me guess, you've seen another mouse?

Please do not tell me that you two are back together.

- Absolutely not. - No way.

No, we're-- No, no.

Well, then, for once, I'm actually glad to see you.

So, the victim was shot in the back of the head

by what looks like a nail gun.

Did you get any pictures or footage of the killer?

Er... no.

Okay. But I mean,

you had a good look at the perpetrator though, right?

I'm sure you can give me a thorough description.

Well, the thing is...

we, erm...

We weren't really looking at the house when it happened.

So a murder happened right under your noses,

and neither of you saw anything?

Wow. I mean, that's the best yet, guys.

Great work.

I can't believe you hired a PI to spy on me.

- So did you. - Well...

Do either of you, er, recognise that?

It's a nail gun.

Erm... yeah, that-- that's mine.

- I feel terrible. - I know, so do I.

Keeler's never gonna let me hear the end of this.

And we could have stopped it from happening.

Yeah, well, that, too, obviously.

I mean, Preston knew I was watching him.

Why risk murdering someone?

I suppose anyone could have slipped in while we were...

distracted.

Frank, you've got to help me, I didn't do this.

I'll pay you anything.

I need to prove it wasn't him.

What, because he's just offered you a load of money?

Yeah, that's the way business works.

But I'd like to wipe that stupid smile off Keeler's face

when I find the killer.

- Not if I find him first. - Ha.

Yeah. I'm more than style over substance, Frank.

I'm a good investigator, and I'm gonna prove it.

I'm sorry I didn't end up getting much.

I didn't get you the proof you wanted

with everything that happened.

Are you okay?

Were you very close to Nathaniel?

Why does everyone think that me and Nate were having--

I mean, I'm almost old enough to be his mother.

No, I just, you know...

Well, he did-- he did visit you quite late. Didn't he?

We were just meeting about a job.

A production company have offered me a series

on repurposed home furnishings, yeah,

and I offered Nate the role of handyman,

so he came round to give me this.

Oh, okay.

We were just gonna have a drink

to celebrate our partnership,

and, erm, it was all strictly above board, you know.

- So why the secrecy? - Well, why do you think?

Preston. He'd try and ruin it for me.

In fact, I was worried he already had.

Nate was acting weird. - Really?

Weird in what way?

Hmm. You know, he was nervous,

said he had something important to tell me.

I went to put this away safe in my office,

and when I got back, he was gone,

then I found him, in the kitchen.

Do you have any idea what Nathaniel wanted to talk to you about?

No. Nate had only worked with us for a few months

or so, you know, so...

He had a great CV, glowing references.

But, no, he didn't really share much.

Oh, this guy was at the house last night,

before everything happened.

Oh, that's Curtis Minoff, our social-media manager.

He's amazing.

It's a shame I can't take him on to my next project,

but they have their own people handling their socials.

I'm really sorry,

but we need to put a statement out for your fans.

And the landscaping team are arriving soon.

Oh, sorry.

It's the big live-stream tomorrow.

Oh, right, so you're still going ahead with that, are you?

Oh, yeah, Curtis thinks we can kind of dedicate it to Nate.

Yeah, we didn't know him that well,

but he was still part of the Reclaimed Refurb team.

At least if Preston does go down for murder,

then I'll get to keep the house.

Oh.

Lu was there? No!

So, is she well?

I've literally just told you there was a murder,

and our client is the prime suspect.

That's what you should be focusing on.

Sorry.

Now, Preston said he was on the phone

to this 24-hour solicitor at the time of the killing.

- I'll check it out. - My money's on the wife.

She says there wasn't an affair, but take a look at this.

Hmm.

I want to know what he gave her that night.

Well, he's dead, and I don't think

she's gonna roll out the red carpet for Preston's PI, so...

No, but she might for her chair delivery man.

What, me?

Well, it can't be me, she might recognise me.

Fortunately, she's never met you.

Fortunately... not.

Oh, sorry, Turtle-based business.

It's not my day of working for you, remember?

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,

but I think a murder trumps a kids' party.

You'll never guess who else was there--

Frank. - Really?

Yep, and he reckons he's gonna solve this murder before me.

Well, we'll see, because I bet he didn't notice the victim

acting suspiciously next to the shed at the Shrewsbury's.

I reckon he's hidden something in there.

Oh, like what?

Well, that's what you're gonna find out.

Thought you could go down this morning

and blend in with the gardeners. - This morning? I can't.

Wha-- Oh, please. Come on. I need you.

Preston's gonna recognise me. He's never met you, has he?

We're a team, remember?

You look like a Mario Brother.

I'm Barry, the delivery man.

Alright, bab, I've got six chairs for ya.

Right. Can you deal with those before you leave?

The landscapers have arrived early.

I'm on my way home, so I'll show you where they go.

And then can you manage on your own?

'Course, gaffer.

Tara a bit.

I'm in.

Check the desk first.

- Hello. - Sebastian.

The gardeners are going in. - Now?

Yes, you need to get here asap.

Hey.

Oh, yeah, great disguise.

Diolch. I'm Gwyn from Pontypridd.

Oh, I love Gwyn. Okay, pop that in your ear

and then I can just keep on the phone to you, okay?

There's the shed.

So-- Oh, quick, someone's coming.

Be quick. Be quick.

Good luck.

Mr. Gremio: Bibi! No!

Mr. Gremio.

You and your dog are trespassing.

Bibi got spooked by yet more workmen.

We're just doing our final bit of landscaping.

Those trees have preservation orders.

If any get damaged, I'm calling the council.

Well, you do have them on speed-dial.

Feel free to lodge yet another complaint.

Grrr, that man.

Frank?

You've been ignoring me.

Er, you might want to check your moustache.

Sorry. This is proving a lot more, erm, complicated

than I thought.

Well, if you can't see it in the desk drawer,

check the sideboard.

Sebastian.

The dog's gone. Come on, quick.

Right, okay, so what I need you doing now is

you're supposed to have the olive trees. Where are they?

You didn't tell me it was locked.

What's locked, the sideboard?

- No, I can't talk now. - Someone's coming.

Oi. What you doing?

Oh, they finally let you out then?

I'm finishing the garden ready for tomorrow.

Were you gonna do the live-stream without me?

Well, you were slightly indisposed, darling,

what with the arrest for murder.

Have you got it unlocked yet?

I don't think they've noticed you.

Is there a letter opener or something,

that you can prise it open with? - Just keep still.

And remember to look for secret drawers or compartments.

Will you both just shut up?!

Who are you? Who's he?

Bore Da, I'm Gwyn the gardener.

- Aren't you the chair man? - Barry.

Well, that's it, I'm calling the police.

Woah, woah, woah, hold on.

No, no, please don't. I work for Shakespeare...

and Hathaway.

So which one are you working for right now?

Kind of both.

- What? - What?

You have been sneaking around, lying, for years.

I just, I can't believe it.

I really trusted you.

I'm sorry, I just didn't want to let either of you down.

Are you even actually a Turtle-based

children's entertainer, or was that just a cover?

No, I am.

I need that gig with what you two pay me.

Come on, let's go back to the office.

No, let's go to my office.

- He's coming with me. - No, he likes me more, I think.

- No, he doesn't. - Of course he does.

We're more in tune, we like the same--

Unhand me, gentleman!

Away, I say.

You two are as bad as the Shrewsburys.

Why can't you just work together on this case?

- You're joking, aren't ya? - Absolutely not, no.

Why not? You could pool your resources.

I mean, that envelope was a wild goose chase.

It must have been the contract that Rina told Lu about.

Is that what you came here for? Oh, Frank.

Ahh, why are you here then?

Not telling.

Lu saw Nathaniel by the shed, she thinks he must have stashed

something in there. - Sebastian.

Actually, you're probably right.

Nathaniel was in prison until six months ago.

Drugs. - How did you know that?

Oh, just an old pal on the force.

You see, when you're a proper investigator,

you have an extensive network of contacts.

Apparently he only had one regular visitor.

It was a Curt something, Curt Min--

Curtis Minoff.

That's their social-media manager.

See? Look what we can achieve when we work together.

But Curtis said he didn't know Nathaniel.

Well, he obviously lied, and I'm gonna find out why.

- Ha. - Hey.

Well, you see...

you might have extensive contacts, Frank.

But I have a car.

Work with her?! You must be joking.

There you go.

Oh, thank you. Thanks.

Was there someone else with you?

No, I would leave that.

That's probably just a cold caller.

Sorry I'm late.

The number 34 was behind schedule.

What have I missed?

Ooh. - Aah!

- Hello. - It's my ring.

Did you tell him we knew about the prison visits?

Yes, I have actually.

And he said he's happy to explain.

I just wasn't gonna rush him.

It was Nate's idea, pretending we didn't know each other.

He was trying to protect me in case Rina or Preston

found out about his record.

We met as teenagers in care.

Oh, you were in care?

Nate always looked out for me.

But then he got a job working for Luca B.

That's Luca Bindello. A drug baron.

When he was released, no-one would hire him.

Right, so you helped him out, did you?

Wrote him a reference?

Yes, and forged a CV.

It was the least I could do.

He was like a brother to me.

Did he tell you about Rina's job offer?

Yeah. He was so excited about it.

Hmm. But it must have hurt, too.

Rina choosing to take Nathaniel with her, but not you?

Especially after everything you'd done for him.

Yeah.

What are you implying?

What, you think I killed Nate over a job?

Look, I hoped this opportunity would change my life.

But now I'm stuck playing referee

between two bitter people who can't agree on anything.

Do you know how exhausting that is?

Look, Nate made a few bad decisions in the past,

but he was a good man.

There's no reason why anyone would want to hurt him.

Except for what he'd got hidden in the Shrewsburys' shed.

It's not what you think.

Aww, he was living here.

Do you want to wait outside?

- I'm not going anywhere. - Neither am I.

After you. - After me.

Look.

Shh!

Frank...

Nathaniel was behind the sabotage.

But why?

Maybe because he was paid?

Geez.

By Preston, I guess.

Or someone who wanted to get rid

of the troublesome neighbour?

I thought that dog... - Bibi.

...was barking at Sebastian,

but maybe it just wanted to get this back.

So you didn't know Nathaniel?

You'd never, ever been in that shed?

I'd barely spoken two words to the chap.

Bibi doesn't likes strangers.

What have you got there?

Oh, I've got this.

Her toy. I found it in the shed.

Well, I don't know how it got in there.

Look, drop the act, Mr. Gremio.

Or shall I get the police to come and dust for prints?

Don't.

Please?

I'd exhausted all official channels.

I was at my wits' end.

You don't know what it's been like.

Six years of banging, sawing, drilling.

Not to mention the arguing.

I saw Nathaniel bedding down one night in the shed.

I offered him some money to cause problems.

All they needed was a little push.

I'd hope they'd finally split up and sell the place.

It was working.

Then suddenly Nathaniel said he wouldn't do it any more.

Seems he had an attack of conscience.

Maybe that's what he wanted to talk to Rina about.

So did you just shut him up so he wouldn't confess

and land you in it?

No, never.

Underhand as they may have been, I stand by my actions.

Those two clearly shouldn't be together.

They can't even share a kitchen civilly.

Do you know they have a rota?

And I would never kill someone with a nail gun.

I'd get Bibi to do it.

Nathaniel was in the kitchen after 10:00 p.m.

That's Preston's time slot.

So maybe Nathaniel wasn't the intended victim.

It was...

Me?

You think Preston was the target?

Nathaniel was killed from behind.

The murderer wouldn't have seen his face.

And he has been your body double before.

Yeah, only once.

But still, they might come back.

We think you could be in danger.

But the police-- DS Keeler said it was drugs-related.

Apparently Nate was involved in some kind of dodgy gang?

They reckon it was an organised hit.

Besides, w-w-who'd want to kill me?

What, you think I did it?

You do have a strong motive.

With Preston gone, you get all this to yourself.

I don't want to see Preston dead.

I want to see him suffer... for a very, very long time.

No offence, honey.

Oh, the feeling's entirely mutual, darling.

Can you think of anyone that would want to hurt you?

- Well, there's the Shrews. - The what?

That's what their super-fans call themselves.

Most of them are diamonds.

They're really looking forward to the live-stream tomorrow.

But there's a few of them that, well, they go a bit too far.

Erm...

have you ever had any death threats?

Yeah. Loads.

I mean, it's par for the course, isn't it?

They don't mean it.

We don't even report it to the police any more.

And do you keep any of these messages?

Just scroll to our comments section. I mean...

Like it?

This is a place of work.

Yes. It's my place of work.

It smells fresh and clean and it's got lots of bright colours

and I've got, yeah, a lovely view of the river there.

Have a look.

You have to put up with that lot, though.

Is this a vision? Is this a dream?

Do I sleep? - Don't get too excited.

Why not? You're working together again.

I rushed over as soon as I got your message.

- Yeah, so I see. - It's just temporary.

Till we solve the case.

Yeah, wind your turtle's head in.

Why couldn't we have had this meeting in my office?

Because Sebastian told me what a pigsty it is.

What?

So, you think Preston was the target and not Nathaniel?

Yep. Keeler disagrees, though.

He thinks it was some kind of a revenge hit

from a local gangster.

Why would a professional killer use some random DIY tool

instead of their own weapon?

Er, no! Absolutely not.

What's with the rat?

Oh!

Do you mean the shrew? Yeah.

That, er, that represents all their creepy fans.

We've been having a look at their comments.

Listen to this-- "Rina's mutton dressed as lamb

with that stupid olive branch tattoo."

Bit harsh.

And also inaccurate.

Hmm. You see, it's not olive. I was a Boy Scout.

It's an ash leaf. I was a Girl Guide.

Listen to this one.

"Preston, Rina deserves a real man.

Why don't you just die?"

So you think one of these Shrews tried to kill Preston?

Spider's tracing any direct threats.

Yeah, we should have some leads soon.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's just the solicitor Preston rang.

She's confirming that they were speaking

at the time of the killing.

Well, his alibi doesn't really matter,

now we know he was the intended victim.

Yeah, true. But this is odd.

She's not a divorce or a property lawyer.

She's an expert in adoption matters.

Why would Preston want to talk to somebody like that?

I don't know. He and Rina are hardly in the position

to be adopting a child.

Unless they already had a child.

One they couldn't keep.

Preston was trying to trace his long-lost child?

Yeah.

But maybe that child found him first.

Pres and I are so grateful to all of our followers.

Aren't we, darling? - Absolutely.

So to celebrate,

when we get to 10,000 live viewers,

you'll see our dream house...

blown up with me in it.

Have you been messing with my script?

- No. - Guys, we're still live.

She's trying to undermine me.

Wait.

Can anyone else smell gas?

Maybe the investigators were right.

Someone is trying to kill me.

Yeah, they are.

Aren't they, Curtis?

I punctured the gas lines before we started filming.

You know who I am, don't you?

Your tattoo, that thing you wanted to remember?

It's the child you had adopted, isn't it?

One more ash leaf added every year to the branch.

Yesterday, I saw his full name on some envelopes.

It's Curtis Ash Minoff.

He's your son.

Ash?

Why didn't you tell us?

I'd planned to... after the live-stream.

But then you got drunk... and chatty.

Preston, we really need to lock down this live-stream script.

There's no way Rina's gonna back down on this.

She's punishing me. She has been for years.

Did you know that we've got a son?

What?

She fell pregnant just after we got together.

I told her that we weren't ready to start a family,

we were too young...

but she didn't listen to me, like always.

I had... no choice.

I left her.

And I was right. She couldn't cope.

Maybe because she'd been abandoned

to raise a child on her own.

She was the one who had the breakdown.

The kid went into care, which is probably right.

What?

I went back to her.

I did right by her. I even married her.

But left your son in care?

Who are you to judge me?

You're just the IT boy.

Okay?

I need another drink.

We're done here.

I agree.

I'm so sorry. I was a mess back then.

By the time I understood what was going on,

it was too late to get you back.

I don't blame you. You tried your best.

He was the one that left you to struggle.

If you'd stuck around, been a proper dad,

my whole life could have been different.

So you wanted to punish him?

Well, I knew you two were watching the house.

So I left, went round the back and snuck in again.

I thought it was you.

Do you have any idea what I went through growing up?

I was bounced from one foster home to the next.

Nate was the only one who cared about me.

You two knew each other before?

We met in care.

He was like a big brother to me.

And now he's dead, because of you.

That's when I realised killing you wasn't enough.

The world needs to see

the real Preston Shrewsbury before he dies.

The hateful, selfish narcissist.

Curtis. Curtis. Please.

- It's clean. - It's time for you to go.

Will you make sure she's safe? This is between me and him.

No, no, because you will go up in the blast, too.

Do you think I care what happens to me?

No, no, no, I won't let you do this.

I have to, don't you see?

I know you feel like you've been abandoned by him,

but please, just give him a chance.

He might surprise you.

I've been trying to put things right, Curtis.

He's telling the truth.

He tried to ring an adoption lawyer.

I've been trying to find you.

To make amends. - No. No.

No, you just wanted to appease your own guilt.

Please, Curtis.

Me and Preston, we've been torturing ourselves

and each other for years because of how we let you down.

And now we've finally got a second chance to make it right.

I've only just got you back. I can't...

I can't bear to lose you again. Please.

You're my son.

How do you turn this thing off?

- I'm sorry. - No, this is my fault.

We'll follow you to the station.

We're not going anywhere, okay?

Are you back together?

No. We're definitely splitting up.

In fact, we've both agreed that we're gonna...

sell this place.

We're gonna use the proceeds to get Curtis a good lawyer.

It's time we started thinking of our son.

Yeah.

Thank the Bard!

I thought I was gonna watch you get blown to smithereens.

You two.

You actually did alright in there.

Well done.

Er, Lu, did-- did-- did you hear that?

D'you know? I'm not sure I did, actually.

Could you just say that a little bit louder?

You might get results when you work together,

but you are 10 times more annoying.

Thanks.

So?

Does this mean Shakespeare and Hathaway

are back together for good?

Nah, we always said it was just gonna be a one-off.

No, it's just a one-off thing, so...

Right, well, I better get back.

Well, you've always been a great investigator.

Well, I learnt from the best, didn't I?

You did.

- See you around, Frank. - Yep.

So that's it?!

You do make a good team.

- Oh. - Oh.

Lu. - Sorry.

Erm... I was just returning that.

Oh. Thanks.

Yeah.

Okay. - Erm, no.

Come in. - Er, please, yeah, come in.

I was just going to...

sit down at my desk and mind my own business.

Ahh.

So... Oh.

H-How's the big, posh office of yours?

Oh, well, yeah, they want to put a ball pit in.

They're calling it a think-tank zone.

- Prats. - Yeah. No, they really are.

Listen, I know I'm a messy,

stubborn, grumpy, old git. - You're not old.

But if there's one thing this case has taught me,

it's not to let things fester, so...

I'm sorry we argued.

I'm sorry, too.

I mean, I said some really hurtful things.

I didn't think my personal hygiene was that bad.

It's not. Not really.

I just think I was a bit upset about all the Queenie stuff.

I was disappointed.

I think I've always just put you on a bit of a pedestal.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, it's understandable, but...

Without you, I wouldn't have this whole new life,

whole new career.

I'd still be doing wash and sets, wouldn't I?

Or sat in prison 'cos you killed your husband.

- Yeah. That too. - Yeah.

Things just haven't been the same around here since you left.

Yeah. And those stake-outs are really boring.

Tell me about it.

Yeah, there's no-one to play

"who can suck a mint the longest?"

Me. - You.

Do you remember that time I guffed in the car

and locked you in? - Yeah. Yeah.

And the time when you were snoring,

I put the feather under your nose,

and it just went straight up your nose?

Yeah.

Eh, eh, your desk's still there.

Yeah, it's just a bit messy.

You could put a scented candle on it, couldn't you,

if you came back?

I mean, if you...

Will you?

What?

Come back?

I would love to.

Oh, don't tell me you just happened to have that here.

It's The Turtle's party trick.

Shakespeare and Hathaway are back.

Come on, let's go to the Mucky Mallard and have a drink.

I'm paying. - Oh.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard.

Er, one drink limit. I'm not made of money.

Oh, there he is, the Frank I know and love.