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Hey, Queenie.

I just wanted to come and say hi.

Given that it's the anniversary.

And I wanted to say sorry.

We should have believed you, and...

I'm just so sorry.

Oh.

Mm. I like what you've done with the old place.

Thank you.

How are you settling in next door,

Mr. P.I.-In-Training?

Yes. All right.

I definitely feel like I need to raise my game in there, though.

Hi, Lu.

Hi.

Uh, where have you been?

I went to see someone.

I went to see Queenie, and then I went for a walk.

Who's Queenie?

She, um, used to clean for us,

and then she very sadly passed away.

Oh. Oh, no.

Two years ago today.

Oh. Of course.

Oh, well done for remembering, Lu.

Had she been ill?

Um...

She drowned.

- Really? - It was incredibly sad. Yeah.

Shakespeare and Hathaway?

Oh, no. That's us.

Oh.

Never mind. Shall we?

Right. This is Milly.

Think I've seen her before.

Is that your daughter?

Wife. I'm madly in love with her.

And she's pregnant. 24 weeks, in fact.

I couldn't be happier.

- Congratulations. - That's lovely, isn't it?

- So... - What's your problem?

I mean, how can we help you?

Milly... wants a hypno birth.

Hypno what?

Hypnobirthing. Oh, it's very popular, yeah.

So you maybe would breathe in strength,

exhale fear.

- Breathe in-- - She's just about to start private classes.

The problem is, I'm too busy at work to join her.

You're too busy?

I'm the CEO of Novagale.

The energy giant?

Yeah, we're flat out at the moment

with a major wind-turbine contract,

up against some foreign company.

Now, Milly is, uh,

finding it very difficult that I'm not around more.

And to be honest, so am I.

Now, she is insisting that,

um, she has a stand-in husband at these classes.

She doesn't want to be "judged."

This is who she chose.

Trent. He's in my comms team.

I trust him with work.

Sadly, I do not trust him with women.

Well, he's not unattractive.

Yeah, so-- so, yeah, I-I get it.

You want both of us to join the class

so we can keep a check on them?

Oh! Ha! What, as a pregnant couple?

I mean, me and her, I mean...

Well, I was assuming that your disguise department

and your relationship can cope.

- Oh! - I don't... ha!

Well, you'll get £5,000 as an advance,

then 30,000 more when you show me concrete evidence

of an affair or not.

Oh, I think we can cope with that. Yes, I mean...

- Probably manage that. - Yeah. Not a problem. Yeah, we'll go...

We'll go ahead with that straight-- yes, no problem.

Hello and welcome.

I'm Jennifer, and over the coming weeks

I'm going to help you reduce your anxiety and fear

over your birthing experience, to hopefully leave you calmer

and more in control.

Why don't you two introduce yourselves?

Sure.

Well, I'm Milly, and this is Trent, my partner.

Hello.

It's our first baby, and I'm, well,

just really excited.

We both are, aren't we?

Yeah. This whole experience is amazing.

Great.

And you two.

Oh, um, hello. Hi.

Um, my name is Beatrice Fortinbras.

And I'm, uh, William... uh, Fortinfuh...

Mm.

And we've been married for, gosh--

- Seven years. - Seven.

Seven glorious years.

And this is our first baby, isn't it?

- Yes. - Um, we're just...

Well, this whole thing is actually.

It's a dream come true.

It is. Really is.

Um, so I'm just really looking forward to becoming a mum.

- Hopefully. - Definitely.

Definitely. 'Cause I'm pregnant.

Just a bit nervous.

- Yes. - Yeah.

Lovely.

Using those fingertips,

release those endorphins in your partner.

- I-I can't feel anything. - Well, act like you can.

Oh, yeah! Oh!

Endorphins. It's great.

Doesn't look like she's pretending.

I'm sure I recognise her from somewhere.

Ow.

- Jennifer? - Yes?

Sorry, I just thought maybe we could all go for a drink

together afterwards to properly get to know each other.

- Have we got time, darling? - Definitely.

Yes, that's a lovely idea.

You'll come, won't you, Beatrice?

For a drink? Yes. Gagging for a drink.

One. Just orange juice or something.

- Yeah, lovely. - Yeah, I'll come to.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Prosecco at 3:00 in the afternoon.

It's my kind of afternoon, that is.

Even if it is alcohol-free.

Mm. Yeah, they're even better.

So come on, you two, tell us everything.

How did you meet?

- At the pub. - At golf.

It was a pub/golf thing, wasn't it?

Yeah, it was like a big do, wasn't it? Yeah.

Yeah, it was all a bit wild.

I mean, the whole thing's a blur, to be honest.

And-- And w-within that blur, I remember seeing

this-- this blonde...

brunette, uh...

- Vision. - Vision.

She was sensual, sultry...

Oh!

...sturdy.

Um, and I knew--

I knew as soon as I saw this magnificent lady

that she was going to be the mother of my child.

- Aw. - Aw.

And you two, how long have you been an item?

Well, we've been friends for a while, haven't we?

Yeah.

And, uh, one day we just realised we wanted more.

A lot more by the look of it.

And who you can blame you?

So what do you do for a living, then, Trent?

- I work in comms. - Ah. Comms.

But I spend most of my life

worrying about the future of the planet.

Me too.

We're gonna get on, I can tell.

- Yeah. - Sorry, I have to make a call.

So, Jennifer, how many children have you got?

Uh, I don't have any, actually.

I would have loved to,

but I'm not long out of a long-term relationship.

Ten years. It just wasn't meant to be.

But I'm incredibly fortunate

that I get to enjoy motherhood through others.

- I'll message you. - Yeah, do.

- Bye. - Bye.

- Toodle-oo. - Bye, Trent.

Bye.

I'll bet it's electric.

- Sturdy? - What?

Sorry. So sorry.

Look at what you've done!

Stupid idiot!

- It was an accident. - Ah! Yeah.

It's just a hairline scratch.

My back is killing me.

What? From this? It's just air.

Oh. Milly has messaged me at least three times already.

She clearly wants a mummy friend.

Who's eaten all my chocolate biscuits?

Well, don't look at me.

Frank, stop doing that. You're gonna break it.

It's not an actual baby, you know?

Oh, wow. They're looking awfully cosy in this one.

Ooh.

Frank, please.

Oh, and there's this story online today saying

that Charlie was fined for tax evasion 10 years ago.

They reckon it could affect Novagale's chances

of getting that big contract.

Might be that rival company stirring things up.

Oh, Sebastian, did you pay that parking ticket yesterday?

What parking ticket?

The parking ticket I got on the last job.

It was-- It was the last day of paying it, yesterday.

So I put a note on your laptop.

Uh, I didn't see any note.

Oh, Sebastian. I have to pay double now.

Well done, Sebastian.

Oh, Frank, will you please just stop it?!

Sorry. I think it's my hormones.

"Every surge brings me closer to my baby."

So there we go.

Thank you, Beatrice.

And finally, William.

Oh. Um...

"My amazing partner and I and our baby

are doing this together."

Oh, lovely.

And now we breathe.

In through the nose, out through the mouth.

And now we imagine a wine bottle

slowly opening...

the cork carefully unwedging itself.

And now we imagine a baby...

on a pink water slide.

Ooh.

Charlie's asked to see me.

I think I have to tell him, Milly.

Sorry, Jennifer, I have to go.

Work emergency.

Oh, what a shame.

Well, we'll see you at the next one.

- Bye, Trent. - Bye.

Is everything okay, Milly?

Yeah, fine.

Would you like a chat afterwards?

Trouble in paradise.

Hopefully Teddy can shed some light.

Charlie's asked to see me.

I think I have to tell him, Milly.

Please don't. Let's talk first.

I'll come round tonight.

Maybe Trent's about to blow the affair.

Well, if he does, that's us out of a job.

Charlie phoned earlier for an update.

Oh, um, shall I send him those photos?

Definitely not. He'll just jump to conclusions.

We need to find something concrete.

Well, if Milly's going 'round to Trent's tonight,

why don't we do a stakeout?

I'll do it.

I mean, given they haven't seen my face.

Good idea.

Frank! What are my biscuits doing in your pocket?

Well, you must have planted them there.

That's ridiculous. Why would I do that?

Baby brain?

Body shots are nearly done.

You lot are like the angels of death.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Is it?

So you saw a dark grey luxury SUV,

no registration?

Uh, well, I d-didn't have the best view.

Sorry. Thank you.

And when you arrived, the house was unlocked.

Uh, yes.

Although I did wear gloves when I opened the door.

Mm.

Looks like the world fell on his head.

Was that a joke?

Well, just 'cause of the globe.

I-- sorry.

Sorry.

Alas, poor Trent. I didn't even know him.

I mean, who would want to kill someone so beautiful?

I don't know.

But it's gonna make proving the affair more complicated.

This is Trent's poodle, Gigi.

Oh! My nan had a poodle like that.

The red collar's missing from the shrine.

Ah.

Yeah, well spotted.

That's seriously impressive.

Maybe you should be in here and not me.

- Yeah, maybe you should. - Absolutely.

Oh. Got a message from Milly.

She says she's going to go to the class this morning.

She thinks it'll be a good distraction.

Really?

Right, get your bump on.

Might still get that 30 grand.

And breathe in and out.

Slowly and deeply.

Now, partners.

I want you to place your hands on baby.

May I?

Come on, William, don't be shy.

Yeah.

And now gently stroke baby.

Gently.

Gently, William.

Um...

I...just...

I just wanted to know what it felt like, you know,

because we've been trying for so many years.

How could you, Beatrice?

Yes.

How could you?

Um...

Oh.

I think I should probably go.

Teddy.

Oh, God.

Just, uh...

Just take the...

Bye, then.

I'm so sorry.

How did it puncture?

Beatrice's zip must have torn it.

It was you throwing it around.

- You weakened it. - Rubbish!

Why can you never admit when you're wrong, Frank Hathaway?

Oh, here we go.

See? This is what it was like when Queenie died.

Something else that has nothing to do with me.

I don't know why I even came back!

I don't know why I took you back.

Well, I'm going.

Don't forget anything.

Last time this happened, they split up.

Really? Why?

You are honestly the most stubborn man, Frank Hathaway.

Frank fired Queenie for stealing something.

And then he found out that he'd actually lost the thing himself.

But he refused to tell her,

so she died thinking the world saw her as a thief,

which really upset Lu.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

You forgot this.

And that's mine as well.

Mr. Alexander. Hi. Hello.

I heard about your little accident.

Um, Lu's very sorry about that.

- Aren't you, Lu? - Yeah.

Did you prove the affair?

I don't know. Did you, Frank?

- No. - No, he didn't manage to.

Right.

I want you to find out who killed Trent.

And we need this resolved quickly.

It's very stressful for Milly and the baby,

and it's not a good look for Novagale.

You'll get another 50 K if you can crack this before the police. Deal?

- Deal. Yes. - Deal. Absolutely.

Yeah, well, come on. Chop-chop.

Time's money. Crack on.

£50,000.

Yeah, don't question it.

Are you, uh, still leaving us, Lu?

Well, I could probably stay a bit longer, yeah.

Mm.

We should find out who was driving that car.

Yes. I'll call Mr. Jarvis.

He owns the newsagent on the corner,

and hopefully he'll give us the CCTV

before he gives it to the police.

Yeah, it's worth a shot.

And after what happened in the car park,

you really should go and talk to Jennifer.

No, I think that's a you job, isn't it?

- That's a blue job. - No, no, you talk to her.

- I'm not talking to her. - No, you can...

No, no. She connected with you.

- You know best, remember? - Of course I do.

But you should still talk to her.

What the hell were you investigating in my class?

That-- That's between us and our client, I'm afraid. Sorry.

And now we've been hired to look into Trent's murder.

Not by the same client, surely.

When Trent scratched your car,

that was, uh, quite a big reaction, wasn't it?

Well, I'm very precious about my car.

What, even though it's worth more in scrap?

How would you feel if somebody scraped your car?

Yeah, no, I'd be really cross, actually, yeah.

It says up there that Mrs. Linda Baker

was down to lead our class.

Linda called in sick, and I stepped in.

Look, I have indulged you enough.

I love my job.

And killing a random client

is hardly a great career move, is it?

Yeah. Thank you.

- Thank you. Yeah. - Sorry.

I still say she overreacted.

You're gonna need more than a car valuation

to pin a murder on her, Frank.

Oh.

CCTV has come through from the newsagent's.

I called Keeler at five past 7:00.

Oh. Go back. That's the one.

Um, what is it? N-O.

Is that enough to trace it?

No, you're gonna need more characters than that

to get a definite hit.

Bull's-eye!

There was an oil protest in 2015.

Right? Turned ugly.

Now, a load of the activists were arrested for assault,

including a young girl who punched a copper.

I knew I'd seen her before.

It's Milly.

Hi, Milly.

Go away, Lu.

How do you know my real name?

Charlie told me yesterday

when he accused me of having an affair with Trent

because of your evidence.

Evidence? What evidence?

Oh, please.

Where are you going?

Somewhere less stressful. For me and the baby.

Let me help you with this.

The thing is, Charlie's asked us

to investigate Trent's murder as well.

We've-- We've actually met before.

2015.

You gave a police colleague of mine a bloody nose.

Suspended sentence and community service, as I recall.

That was a long time ago.

- You haven't told Charlie? - No.

But Trent knew, didn't he?

Who says?

Charlie's asked to see me.

I think I have to tell him, Milly.

Please don't. Let's talk first.

I'll come there tonight.

Trent found out a year ago.

It was his job to be on top of

the Novagale staff and partners.

I begged him not to tell Charlie, and he didn't.

It's a big reason why I chose him as my birthing partner.

But yesterday Trent threatened to spill the beans.

He thought the rival bidders might use it

in their smear campaign.

Huh. "Wife of Novagale chief assaults copper."

Yeah, I can see that.

He wanted Charlie to know first.

So you went round to Trent to try and stop him?

No. I felt unwell yesterday evening, so I stayed at home.

Can, um, anyone vouch for that?

I didn't kill Trent.

Were you two having an affair?

No. I love Charlie.

So Trent's not the father.

We weren't in a relationship. It was just an act.

Anyway, as I told Jennifer after the last class,

Trent couldn't have children.

Really?

Getting the snip in your 20s. That's a bold move, isn't it?

Yeah, whereas at my age,

it'd be like cancelling a subscription

you're not using anymore.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?

What you hired us to do.

You visited Trent the night he died, didn't you?

We've got CCTV of your car.

Yeah. Yeah, all right.

Okay, yes, I went to Trent's place,

but I found him dead, and I panicked.

I was terrified.

I just didn't think it would be a good look

for me or for Novagale.

You could have saved us a lot of time and effort

if you'd just been up front about it.

Yeah.

Yeah, look, I'm-- I'm sorry.

Why did you go and see Trent?

Well, to confront him about your photos.

What photos?

Oh.

Where did you get these?

Your colleague emailed them to me.

Sebastian?

I didn't send them.

Well, they came from your email.

And those photos didn't attach themselves.

No, look, I drafted the email, and I attached the photos,

but then you told me not to send them, so I didn't.

- I swear. - Oh. You swear?

Um...

Uh, Regan, you didn't use my computer

and accidentally send an email, did you?

Me? No.

Anyway, don't you use a password?

I don't understand.

Look, um, why don't you go home for the rest of the day?

Home? Actually?

Yeah, I mean,

you did forget to pay my parking fine as well, didn't you?

So much for me raising my game.

I'll just...

How could he have been so silly?

Well, to be fair,

he's not the only one who's messed up this week.

Oh, Frank, please, just leave it.

Please?

What if sending that email

means I'm responsible for Trent's death?

You can't think like that. We don't know what happened.

Mm. I know Frank and Lu were disappointed in me.

I'm sure they'll forgive you.

I'm sure they would forgive me if I earned us £80,000.

You're gonna try and solve the case?

I have an idea, but I'd need your help.

Okay.

So that bump incident blew Frank and Lu's cover

with our two best suspects.

I'm thinking we restart surveillance on them.

Sounds good. But how?

Well, I know we've not known each other long,

but I'm wondering if you'd like to be my wife.

Hello.

Ah, thanks.

Miss Adams?

Yes?

My name is Zacarías.

And I am Alejandra.

We are students from Zaragoza.

Hello.

Alejandra is expecting-- in the initial stages.

- Congratulations. - Gracias.

We have heard that hypnobirthing is extremely special.

We heard there is a place in a class that has already started?

Ah, that course is too far along, I'm afraid.

I can, how you say... catch up?

I'm sorry.

I do have the same class starting again in a few weeks.

I'll be happy to get you on that one.

Wonderful. Thank you so sincerely.

You can register over there.

And, um, I'll see you both at the first class.

I cannot wait.

Ay, qué pena.

- Well, we tried. - Yes, and you did muy bien.

- Gracias. - De nada.

Oh, that's Mrs. Baker.

The one who Jennifer covered for?

Let's say a quick hola, shall we?

Yeah, that looks about right.

Absolutely not. It's not.

That is not six inches.

Wow. That is quite the getup.

You remind me of one of those dolls,

you know, that sit on the toilet rolls to keep them warm.

No, you don't. You look lovely.

I love that dress. Where have you been?

Helping Sebastian with the case.

Don't shoot me.

I was showing gumption and initiative,

as befits my new position, and--

You've been investigating behind our backs?

And you made Regan go along with you?

- Oh, no. He didn't make me. - No.

And we found out something

really quite interesting, didn't we?

I hope so.

Well, go on then.

Oh, Jennifer lied. Mrs. Baker wasn't ill.

It was Jennifer who asked to switch the classes.

She claimed the timings worked better for her.

Oh. Well, that is interesting, actually.

I thought it might be worth asking her why she lied.

Unless you have a better lead.

You better hope this goes somewhere.

Hello?

Oh, damn.

Oh.

- Look. - That's Gigi.

Why has she got a picture of Trent's dog on her laptop?

You don't think...

What the hell are you doing?

We were just admiring Gigi.

Trent was your ex, wasn't he?

The one you'd been in a relationship with for 10 years?

Yeah.

It was a shock when I saw him.

A shock that you engineered

by switching classes with Mrs. Baker.

I saw his name on the register, and I was curious.

I hadn't seen him since we split up.

And that is why I got angry in the car park.

I remember you saying that you would have liked

to have had children.

- Yes. - Yeah.

So I was-- I was surprised

that you would spend a decade with a man

who-- who couldn't have them.

I mean, having a vasectomy doesn't exactly scream

father in waiting, does it?

Well, he never told you he'd had the snip.

Right.

Ah, he did tell me. We shared everything.

Look, a man wouldn't spend years with a woman my age

without telling her the most important thing.

- I mean, that would just be... - Unforgivable?

Cruel?

You didn't know, did you?

Until Milly told you.

You must have wanted to speak to Trent straightaway.

Face to face.

All right, I'm calling security.

You took that from Trent's living room.

Hello, security?

Hello? Hello?

He kept saying that he didn't want to be a dad...

...that Gigi was our test.

But then Gigi died.

And soon after that, Trent ended it.

And that broke my heart.

Twice.

Then after the second class, Milly told me

that Trent wasn't the real father

and that she felt bad deceiving me.

And then she said that Trent couldn't have children

and that that was a shame.

And I needed answers.

Look at me, Trent.

Tell me the truth.

Yes, I had the operation.

When?

Before I met you.

What?

Why?

Because, Jen, the world was already too full of people.

Yeah.

And you didn't think to tell me because...

I didn't want to lose you.

I loved you.

But the planet is always the first thing on my mind.

You know that.

Yeah.

The first thing...

and the last!

Well, that man stole the most precious thing that I had.

Time.

Welcome each surge, okay?

20 quid says you were about to arrest Charlie Alexander.

No. No.

We were already definitely onto her.

Oh, most definitely.

I'll tell you what, though. You can keep your 20 quid.

Yeah, 'cause we've got £80,000 coming.

- No, you haven't. - Yeah, we have.

80 grand just for beating you.

- Shouldn't be allowed.

I can't believe Jennifer did that.

I can't believe Trent was so cruel.

It's a tragedy all 'round.

Yeah.

Are you gonna be joining

the new hypnobirthing class with Milly?

Yes. I'm pulling Novagale out of the bid.

Oh, really?

It just means that I can, um...

I can focus on things closer to home.

I told Charlie about my past.

Yeah, it was a bit shocking,

but then again, it did show her commitment to the environment.

Oh, I'll, uh-- I'll get you that money.

Uh, £80,000.

What £80,000?

Ahh!

- Oh, that's good. - Oh.

- Gotcha. - Oh.

Shakespeare, Hathaway,

thank you so much.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Yeah. And good luck with the baby.

- Thanks. - Thanks.

Here we go.

£80,000.

Oh ho!

Can you believe?

Cheers.

A few bumps along the way,

but we got there in the end, didn't we?

One bump in particular, eh?

Should I get some more?

- Do you want a drink, Regan? - Yes, please.

Yeah. Can I have a pack of crisps, please?

I'll give you a hand.

- You all right, Regan? - Yeah, of course.

Thank you so much for giving me this job, Mr. Hathaway.

Well, we're lucky to have you.

Even if you were the only candidate that showed up.

- Frank. - Oh. Oh!

Ta. Boom.

I'm sorry about all the rows and that.

Why does Lu blame you for what happened to Queenie?

I don't know. The silly woman got drunk and fell in the river.

I can hardly be blamed for that, can I?

Do you want one?

They're chorizo.

No, thanks.

Oh, um, Mr. Hathaway,

my new landlord's asked for a signed reference.

Yeah, I can do one for you. Do it later.

Thank you.

So I'm thinking, this afternoon,

massive shopping spree.

And then at the weekend, maybe a spa day,

like a facial, manicure, pedicure, all of that.

Yeah, you might want to get your top lip done.

Um, to misquote George Best,

I intend to spend my share on booze and gambling

and fritter away the rest.

Oh, uh, Frank, Lu says I'm forgiven.

Oh, really?

'Cause I was gonna ask if you'd send any more emails

that you shouldn't.

Mm.

Ooh, zing!

Thank you.

"Our doubts are traitors."

Surely not.

Lu? Lu?

I've been trying to call you.

Oh, sorry. I've been busy shopping.

I'm buzzing, actually.

Oh, nice. I think someone's trying to sabotage the agency.

What?

The two candidates for the reception job

who didn't turn up--

They both received emails from my account

telling them their interviews had been cancelled.

Really? And you didn't send them?

Absolutely not. Which means I've been hacked.

Hacked?

Who would want to do that to you?

Well, the person who stood to benefit

was the person who got the job.

- What, Regan? - Mm.

And I think she hacked in again to send that email to Charlie.

- No! - Think about it.

Everything that's been going wrong recently.

The Post-it note that went missing.

- The puncture. - The biscuits!

Mm!

And not to forget, on the Lennox case

when she "accidentally" deleted that surveillance footage.

What if it's all been deliberate?

It's all been her, and she's been trying to take us down!

Yes!

But why?

Why would she want to do that?

I don't know, but we should definitely ask her.

We should.

Oh, that's killed my shopping buzz a bit.

I'm sorry.

Regan's still not picking up.

Well, let's just hope she's home.

Yeah, it's one of these flats.

- Neither of those say Kernow. - Hmm.

Sebastian?

What does this one say to you?

"McQueenie."

- Oh, no. - We need to speak to Frank.

He was meeting Regan to give her that reference.

This is Frank Hathaway...

It's voicemail.

Leave me a message. Keep it short.

Hey, Frank, it's me.

Um, we need to speak to you urgently.

It's about Regan.

Just call me back as soon as you get this.

I think I know where they might be.

Interesting place to meet, Regan.

This spot just feels really special to me.

More coffee, Mr. Hathaway?

Oh, no, thanks. The-- The first mug really warmed me up.

Well, thanks again for the reference.

I hope it'll do the job.

It already has.

You know, someone really special to me

drowned in this river.

Well, right here, in fact.

- Queenie? - Yeah, Frank.

Queenie.

My mum.

I, uh...

I'm really sorry for your loss.

It wasn't my fault.

She only started drinking again because you sacked her.

You know, she hadn't touched a drop in years.

I didn't know.

If you'd have told her you knew she was innocent,

she'd still be alive today, wouldn't she?

You killed her, Frank.

She fell in the river. I didn't push her in.

Well, you might as well have done.

When I saw you all happy in the pub, it made me sick.

But then what you said about my mum.

I don't know. The silly woman got drunk and fell in the river.

You can hardly blame me for that, can you?

Want one?

Chorizo.

No, thanks.

That's when I knew what I had to do.

And now I've done it,

I feel a whole lot better.

Frank! Frank!

Get away from her!

You-- You were here this morning, weren't you?

- You were watching me. - Yeah.

She wants to hurt you, Frank.

I know. She, uh-- She poisoned my coffee.

No! What with?

Wolfsbane.

Oh, good choice. Nice and quick.

We have to get you to hospital.

- Yeah, come on, Frank. - You are a monster!

No! He's made one big mistake.

But he didn't kill your mum. That was a tragic accident.

I had to do this, all right, for her!

Oh, really?

You think your mum would want you to ruin your life?

No, Regan, this is about your grief.

Now, come on, Frank.

I made a terrible, terrible mistake

with your mum, Regan.

And I was too proud to admit it.

When she died, I-- I was devastated.

I knew I'd played a part.

I hid my guilt from Lu and Sebastian and everyone else.

I think about your mum-- Queenie-- an awful lot.

It's funny, I've never been here since the day she died.

I'm so sorry.

What have I done?

Please, come on, Frank.

We need to get you to a hospital.

I'm fine where I am.

You might not care, but we'd really rather you didn't die.

So come on.

I'm really touched, but...

I think hospital would be a waste of time.

No, Frank, you don't know that.

I do. I do.

When Regan asked me to meet her here so late,

I thought that was a bit odd.

But I wanted to find out what she was up to.

I poured it all out. Didn't touch a drop.

Really?

- Oh, my God! - Oh, my gosh!

I thought you were gonna die!

- Oh! - Oh!

- Oh, God.

That's nice. You can get up now.

That's absolutely...

I'm actually-- I'm stuck, I think.

You can move. That's fine.

I wanted to tell you that

Sebastian didn't send that email.

It was me.

Well, it's good to know.

I'm sorry about everything.

I'll go straight to the police station.

Hang on. Don't.

I'm not gonna report you.

Really?

It's the least I can do for Queenie.

Just promise me you won't waste your life.

And you won't come asking for your old job back, either.

Thank you, Mr. Hathaway. I mean it.

I know I've been difficult over the last couple of years.

You know, bottling things up.

I'm sorry.

It's all...

Water under the bridge?

- Too soon? - Too soon?

Oh, don't tell me I have to apologise to you as well.

What, for questioning my basic competence

and fundamental honesty?

Don't worry about it.

Okay. Well, I'm sorry.

Oh!

I suppose we'll need to look for a new receptionist.

No need. No.

To be honest, I've found being an actual detective

a tad stressful.

I'd like my old job back, please.

Oh. Are you sure?

Yeah. For now, at least.

Anyway, I need more time for my art.

Have you started painting?

No, not-- my acting. The dramatic arts.

- Yeah. - Oh. Fair enough.

Save us a couple of quid.

But I would like to keep my new job title.

- Oh, yeah. Why not? - Yeah.

Marvellous. Mucky Mallard? Drinks are on me.

- Oh, you don't need to do that. - Oh, yes, he does.

Besides, I need something to spend

my sizeable executive cut on.

Sizeable?

That's commensurate to your substantive role.

Do you even know what that means?

Of course. It means he gets a pittance.

Come on. I'm parched.