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♪ With these alligator shoes
and a pink sport coat ♪

♪ Tonight I'll move
like a billy goat ♪

♪ But I'm ready ♪

- ♪ Yeah, baby, I'm ready ♪
- That's a camera.

Don't touch it.

That's a light.
Don't touch it.

If you go down
behind the monitor...

Dancing's all in the hips.
It's like Elvis.

As if I'm gonna take advice
from you.

I'm trying to be helpful.

♪ We're gonna bop tonight ♪

- Let me just fix this.
- That's enough.

Hey.

Typical.
Big-noter.

Hi.

If we lose sponsors

because of an inappropriately
dressed floozy,

you can explain your sins
to the board.

Are you kidding, Edwina?

Gidget's a definite plus
for our sponsors.

Who's that Continental-looking
man?

Carlo Liotti, talent management.

And I suspect he has his eye
on Gidget.

Talent management.
Is that what he calls it?

Okay. You don't want to take
my advice.

How about you give
my money back?

- Hey. Bugger off.
- No.

You either give me my money
or my car back.

No way. I like it too much.

- Hey, you two. Cool it.
- Let go of me.

What on earth's going on here?

Okay! Standing by.
First positions, everybody.

First positions.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we need to get rolling!

Quiet on the floor, please.

Going in.

Ten. Nine.
Eight.

Seven. Six.
Roll the opener!

Broadcasting live from
the studios of CVE 8 Melbourne,

with your host, Billy Carson!

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen, boys and girls,

and welcome to "The Beat Show"!

To open the show tonight
with his song "Hanging Five,"

zooming up the charts,
Duane Gordon!

♪ Well, it's early
in the morning ♪

♪ And it's time
to make a start ♪

♪ And I put
my polished surfboard ♪

♪ On the rack up on my car ♪

♪ I head down to the surf side ♪

♪ Where the waves
are breakin' fine ♪

♪ I'm gonna catch a mountain,
but I won't go down the mine ♪

♪ You got to walk the plank ♪

♪ Ride the hook ♪

♪ Corner left and right
and keep it nice and tight ♪

♪ And now the time
is growing near ♪

♪ You're moving down the wall ♪

♪ Now steady as she goes ♪

♪ You've got your toes
up on the nose ♪

♪ And now you're hangin' five ♪

♪ Hangin' five ♪

- ♪ Hangin' five toes ♪
- Whoop!

♪ Upon the Malibu ♪

♪ And now you've hit the beach
and you're feelin' mighty fine ♪

♪ You turn your board around
for the second time ♪

♪ You make it out the back ♪

♪ The swells are comin' fast ♪

♪ The first ones
are too small... ♪

They're dead!

Eric!

We apologize
for this break in transmission

and will restore normal services
as soon as possible.

L-Look, I cannot tell you.

Gentlemen, can you move over,
please?

Let the ambulance in.
Look, you cannot...

You must stay here.
Thank you very much.

Nobody moves past this line.

Nobody is allowed in the studio
at all.

There will be a statement
tomorrow by the studio.

Until such time, you must stay
exactly here and do not...

Hey.

Oh, thank God you're okay.

Anyone would think
you still care about me.

Hey. Hey.

God, this is awful.
Duane Gordon and that poor girl.

I did the wiring.

Oh, Eric.

It's all by the book.

Well, two people are dead.
Something's gone horribly wrong.

Quick. Show me
before the cavalry arrives.

Is the power off at the mains?

Yeah. Yeah.
I switched it off before.

Did you do something
to this cord?

I just plugged it
into the board.

Looks like it's been
tampered with.

You're sure that you checked
it was safe to use?

Yeah.
Of course I did.

These marks... Did you notice
these when you set the rig up?

Not that I remember.
Why?

Oh.

Quick.
Behind here.

We have to get rid
of that hideous death machine.

Until we gather
our evidence, Mrs. Maddox,

I'm afraid it'll have to stay
exactly where it is.

Two young people are dead,

and all because of superficial,
tasteless entertainment.

This show means everything
to young people, Edwina.

They adored Duane.

Have you seen what's happening
out there?

Rupert knew he was good
for business.

Constable Connor, could
you please direct Mrs. Maddox

to where she'll be interviewed?

I'm perfectly comfortable
where I am.

It is very important that
interviews be done separately.

I'd like to start
with Mr. Carson,

so if you could please wait
with Constable Connor.

Police.

You're all the same.

Oh, my God.

So, Mrs. Maddox... She's clearly
not a fan of the show.

Edwina hates TV, music,
and anyone under 18.

But she owns the station.

Inherited from her husband,
Rupert Maddox.

Thankfully, the board
of directors think differently.

So, Duane was popular?

Course.
He was our biggest star.

He's made this place
a lot of money.

The electrician that turned on
this machine...

Uh, c-could you tell me
his name?

Eric Wild.

Wild by name, wild by nature.

Duane clearly didn't want
the thing started,

so I wouldn't have taken
the risk and turned it on.

They were arguing, and I guess
Wild just wanted the last word.

- Mm.
- Poor Gidget.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He's stitching me up!

- Eric!
- That is not what happened.

You're lying.

You told me to flick the switch.
You gave me the nod.

Eric Wild.
The boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

This goose is lying
through his teeth.

- T-Tell him the truth!
- Calm down.

If you two could just wait
to the side,

I'll be with you once I finish
with Mr. Carson.

That's the cop you were with
when I first arrived into town.

You seem to know him
pretty well.

Well, in this line of work,
cops are an occupational hazard.

Mr. Wild.

I'll just wait over here.

Thanks.

You might as well stand closer
if you're going to eavesdrop.

Who, me?

Save your boyfriend
repeating himself.

It's my understanding, Mr. Wild,
that you built the surf machine.

I did.

It w-wasn't my idea.
That was Carson's.

Uh, Billy Carson.

But, um, you tested it.

Yeah, when I arrived
first thing this morning.

How come you didn't notice
the cord had been tampered with?

Because it wasn't
when I last saw it.

Someone's tampered with it,
and it wasn't me.

What were you arguing
with Duane about?

Uh, dancing.

I was just trying to give him
some moves.

- Dancing.
- He's very good.

You're gonna have to do
much better than that.

According to witness statements,
he told you to bugger off.

- He also cheated me.
- How?

I sold him something.

What exactly?

My car.

- What?
- The details would help.

He paid me with a check,
and it bounced.

I went to have it out with him,

- and he just laughed in my face.
- Right.

That's when I really wanted
to punch his lights out.

- I think he's said enough.
- If you have something to add,

you can line up
with Constable Connor.

I think you should talk to
Billy Carson about why he lied.

He did tell Eric
to turn on the machine.

That's suspicious, isn't it?

And... And what about
Mrs. Maddox?

She doesn't like the police.
Why?

I'm gonna have to question you
again

once I've examined
the crime scene, so...

what's your address?

Uh, 85 Tivoli Road, South Yarra.

That's your address,
Miss Fisher.

It's a temporary arrangement.

Well, don't even think
of leaving town.

Excuse me.
Your name please.

Freddy Miles.

I told the truth.

And gave a damn good motive
for murdering somebody.

I wanted to flatten the guy,
but I didn't want to kill him.

You sold the station wagon?

Duane offered me
really good money,

none of which he actually had.

Okay.

You can't stay at my house,
Eric.

You're not my boyfriend anymore.

We talked about this
when you first moved to town.

Just for one week.

A week?

- No!
- Please.

I-I've been staying
in the change room here.

Three days.

Yes.
Thank you.

Thanks.

I need to go for a smoke.

What are we going to do?

The press are going to be
everywhere,

and you have to deal with that.

- We have to make sure...
- Mr. Carson?

I wanted to ask you
some questions

about what you just said
to the police.

And you are?

Well, I'm a private detective.

You need to leave.

Doesn't it worry you
that one of your employees

might have been responsible
for the deaths of two people?

Leave, Miss whoever you are,

before I get security
to throw you out.

Okay.
I'm going.

For now.

I'm never going to be able to
get that out of my head.

How long did you know Gidget
for, Mr. Liotti?

Two, maybe three weeks.

But as soon as I see her,
I know she's special.

I wanted her.

To manage her?
Is that what you're saying?

I had big plans for Gidget.

I tell her,
"You don't need Duane.

You only need me."

"Tell him to get lost,"
I tell her.

Sounds like you didn't like
Duane.

What time did you arrive
for the performance?

You think I kill him?

The investigation is in
its early days.

People, they angry about this,
hmm?

Beautiful young woman dead.

Yes.
And, of course, a young man.

You better catch the person
who killed Gidget

before something bad happens
to them.

I hope that's not a threat.

I'll be in touch, Mr. Liotti.

Don't jump to any conclusions
about Eric.

You mean apart from the fact
that he flicked the switch

on the electricity
that killed two people?

But that's not a motive.

Being owed a lot of money is.

Short fuse doesn't help.

How do you know that Gidget
wasn't the target?

"In rehearsals, Gidget was meant
to be up the back,

dancing in the waves.

We had a boom mike in that area
for sound.

But when we went live,

she couldn't resist
jumping into the limelight.

Look what that got her."
Sound engineer Freddy Miles.

- So that crime was premeditated.
- Okay.

So Gidget's not the target

if she jumped onto the surfboard
at the last minute.

What about that spiffy-looking
foreign bloke

- you were speaking to?
- No, this isn't right.

Look, Mr. Liotti,
for the record, is Italian.

Well, Mr. Liotti seemed to have
a special soft spot for Gidget.

Maybe he was jealous of Duane.

Love makes people do
crazy things.

And you know
those hot-headed types.

Like your boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

What do you see in that guy,
anyway?

Is that an official
police question?

No.
Strike it from the record.

But I will be looking into
Mr. Wild's past.

Fine.

Bills. Bills.

More bills!

What are you doing?

I'm sunbathing naked in Tahiti.
What do you think?

We put aside money
for the plumbing.

Which I donated to the
Aboriginal Midwives Association.

Ah.

An overdue electricity notice?

Oh, that money went to, uh,
Single Mothers.

Gas.

War Widows.

We're running out of money,
Birdie,

and we need to repair the roof.

Well, how much will that cost?

Seven hundred
and sixty-eight pounds,

four shillings, and threepence.

I'll keep that in mind.

Put him down.

Just come 'round here, please.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

At least give him his dignity.

- Sorry ma'am.
- Oh, and his robe.

It was his favorite.

When did Duane ever fuss
over anyone?

Have some more respect, Freddy.

Okay, folks. Move it along.

Show's over.
Come on.

So insensitive.

Of course he is.
He hated Duane.

That means you lot too.
Go on. Move out.

Thank you.

Am I off the hook?

Let's go.

Uh, there's something
I need to tell you.

Eric?

My station wagon?

It was hot.

It wasn't my fault,
but I don't think the cops know.

Yet.

Oh, my God.

You've been in this job
for one week.

How can...
Get in the car.

Thanks to your little invention,

I managed to take
these photographs.

Ah. I'll develop them
later tonight.

What's this?
Chewing gum with wires?

It's a very important listening
device, if you don't mind.

It's a work in progress.

Coming.

Coming!

Don't touch it.

Oh.

What's this on your wrist,
Peregrine?

Oh.
It looks like, um...

Fine crystals.

Like after a day at the beach.

I did put my arm in that pool.

Oh, stop!
It could be poisonous.

Oh, I don't think so.
It tastes like salt.

Just a moment. I'll let Birdie
know you're here.

You don't need to announce me.
I can announce myself.

Bossy Birnside!
Where are you?

What's she doing here?

Aha.
Edwina Maddox.

Thought I recognized
those dulcet tones.

To what do we owe
this pleasure?

I thought you'd already know.

You always have your schnoz
in other people's troubles.

Oh, that's rich
coming from someone

who reported me
to the school principal.

Joining the Communist Party
of Australia was not appropriate

for a student of a Church of
England girls' grammar school.

Oh, seriously, you cannot still
be terrified about my politics.

They've got me this far.
I can tell you that.

Oh, really? Where's that?
Defiantly single?

No husband, no children,
no family left,

apart from a little brother
you have brainwashed

into believing
you're the bee's knees.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot to have four daughters,
like you.

Although they're scattered
all over the world, aren't they?

And yet I seem to have quite
a few women still in my life.

Oh, yes,
in your quaint little club.

Which hasn't been redecorated
since 1929.

This could go on forever.

- Mm.
- What are you doing here?

I've heard rumors that you have
a new detective,

a Phryne stand-in.

Oh, she's much more
than a stand-in.

Edwina Maddox,
meet Peregrine Fisher.

She's family.

Ah.
I thought it must be you.

It wasn't hard.

You're just like your aunt...
a bull in a china shop.

You mean she goes
where angels fear to tread.

It's no surprise I'm not a fan
of the police, Bernadette.

They gave my dear Rupert
a terrible time.

Well, that's only because
he was so outspoken.

He was so courageous.

I hate to admit it, Winnie,

but you chose well
in the marital stakes...

if one must choose.

It's almost a year, and I still
miss him desperately.

Then why on earth aren't you
carrying on his causes?

You don't lack the resources.

Because I don't want to become
a target

to the police and the press.

I don't want them trawling
through my life,

making up lies
and trying to discredit me

the way they did Rupert.

Well, two young people
have lost their lives

in your television station,

so you are a target,
whether you like it or not.

Which is why I need to solve
this tragedy

as quickly as possible.

If you can promise me
that you can beat the police

to solving this crime,
I'm happy to pay your price.

Samuel,
do you want to tell Edwina

exactly what that price is?

Seven hundred
and sixty-eight pounds,

four shillings, and threepence.

That's highway robbery.

- Please keep me informed.
- Of course.

To be honest, I never warmed
to Duane Gordon,

and I find this whole celebrity
palaver completely uncivilized.

Well, it's your company.

Why didn't you just end
his contract?

According to Billy Carson,
he made us a fortune.

God knows how the station
will manage now.

So you've no idea
how your company stands?

No.

Rupert never involved me
in the business side of things.

Perhaps he thought
I was too stupid.

Oh, I doubt that, Winnie.

Rupert was a smart man.

He knew what he was marrying.

Maybe he just needed
to be married.

Mm.

Bye.

Au revoir.

She's hiding something.

I think Billy Carson might be
hiding something, too.

What were you doing at
the television station, anyway?

I was just helping
an old friend.

Who?

My ex-boyfriend Eric
is under suspicion.

For the murder?

And what's your opinion?

Well, he didn't do it.

- Good.
- Mm.

So it's win-win...
You get to help your old flame,

and whining Winnie pays
for our new roof.

I'm sure I can do that,
Mr. Liotti.

I appreciate very much.

Arrivederci.

Uh... pleasure.

Carlo Liotti has made
a complaint

about you harassing him
at the TV station.

I've done nothing
of the sort, sir.

There will be no questioning,
no interrupting,

n-not even smiling
in his direction.

Do you understand
what I'm saying, son?

- Yeah, I do, but I...
- N-No buts.

Out.

Sir.

I found this at the crime scene.
I thought it might be Italian.

Yes, you're right.

"You betrayed me,
and you'll be sorry."

That sounds like a threat,
doesn't it?

Why is it written in Italian?

Well, at a wild guess,
I'd say it's got something to do

with that Italian bloke
I saw lurking around.

He says that he's
a talent manager,

but maybe he was more than that
to Gidget.

And then she betrayed him
with Duane,

and then jealousy drove him
to kill them both.

Unfortunately, Italians
are quite partial to a vendetta.

- Mm.
- Oh, Peregrine.

Uh, for the pool water.

If it is saltwater,
we need to know.

I'm on it.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Another flower delivery from
your, uh, your secret admirer.

Still they come.

Well, you could turn it
into a science experiment.

The, uh, the floriculture
of dried flowers.

I'd prefer
not to be receiving them,

but I just can't bring myself
to throw out nature's gifts.

I have a good, uh, Chinese
potpourri recipe you could use.

From Daphne?

Yeah.
She wouldn't mind.

She refused to waste
anything of beauty.

Your wife sounded lovely.

She was.

Samuel?

Thank you.

For not being nosy
about my gifts.

Of course.

I should, uh...

Mrs. Maddox has already told me

that you're the, uh,
private investigator.

So you're like a cop?

Unofficial cop,
with a greater range of skills.

- Mm.
- A bit like yourself.

Well, you stop bad things
from happening,

and I find out
who did the bad things.

Maybe we could be a team.
Hmm?

Yeah.

Well, there have been a few
strange, uh, goings-on of late.

Such as?

Well, someone broke into
the studio a couple of weeks ago

and left a terrible mess.

Did they steal anything?

No. Nothing.
That's the weird thing.

But they did burn
cigarette holes

into some of Duane's outfits.

And Duane pointed the finger
at Freddy Miles.

- The sound recordist?
- Yeah.

Do you think that he did it?

No.

He just wasn't
one of Duane's favorites.

But then neither was I.

- Interesting.
- Mm.

Thank you.

Ah.
No problem, Sherlock.

Oh, uh, Miss Thomas,
the costume and makeup girl,

she was the one who told me
all about Duane's clothes.

Oh.

They were Duane's
absolute favorite costumes.

Everyone knew that.

It's so malicious, burning
cigarette holes in his clothes.

It's awful.

Just awful.

I'm so sorry.
I've upset you.

I... I'm just trying to get
to the bottom of this.

I know.
We're all jangled.

They were the heart
of this place.

Well, it's understandable.

You must have worked so closely
with both Duane and Gidget.

Duane liked my work so much,
he was gonna make me

his exclusive hair and makeup
artist, wherever he went.

His dream was to go to the U.K.

So Duane would have left
"The Beat Show"?

Duane was ambitious,

and this little show
wasn't big enough for him.

Excuse me.

I've got to get back to work
before I get the sack.

From Billy Carson?

Oh, yes.
He's always pushing people.

Did Billy push anybody
in particular?

Did he push Duane?

- Are you kidding me?
- He pushed everyone.

He's always giving Freddy Miles,
our sound recordist,

a hard time.

And was there a reason for that?

Freddy's not always on the ball,
it's true.

But sometimes I think Mr. Carson
just enjoys

watching people suffer.

♪ If you want to be happy,
come along with me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I want to hold you close
beneath the bamboo tree ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

I'm dying for one of those.

Oh. Yeah.
Of course.

Oh, thank you.

Mm. Oh.

Haven't seen you
around the studio before.

Oh, I'm not very memorable.

Mm.

Unlike Duane Gordon.

Look at those fans.

He sure is gonna be missed.

No.
Not by everyone.

Oh, that's right.
Of course.

Famous people always have
public lives and private lives.

Oh, yeah. Y-Yeah.
You can say that again.

He was a spoiled brat.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Apparently Billy Carson was
paying him an absolute fortune.

And let him have
whatever he wanted.

Didn't mean Duane was gonna
stick around, though, did it?

I heard about him going
to the U.K.

Worst-kept secret.

That'd teach him
for talking to Gidget.

- Hmm?
- Hmm?

D-Duane... wanted to take Gidget
with him,

but she blabbed to Billy,
and Billy hit the roof.

Really? Do you remember
exactly what he said?

Anyway, I've got to set up
some levels.

Nice talking to you.

You too.

Bye.

♪ Get up in the morning
at the crack of dawn ♪

♪ And get my mama out of bed ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Papa's got to work ♪

♪ And why ain't Mama cookin'? ♪

♪ Mama's gone to sleep again ♪

Sorry I kept you waiting.

Come inside.

Um, not if one of my
murder suspects is in there.

What did you call me here for?
I've got a job to get back to.

Well, so do I.

Edwina Maddox just hired me
as her private investigator.

You don't think
that's a conflict of interest

- because of you-know-who?
- No, I don't.

There's plenty of people
who could have murdered Duane.

Billy Carson said the security
guard, Blackman, loathed him.

And Blackman himself
admitted to me

that he wasn't one
of Duane's favorite people.

Neither was Freddy Miles.

And then there's
the Italian stallion.

- Carlo Liotti?
- Him.

Maybe Gidget and Duane had a
fling and Carlo got rid of him.

And then there's Billy Carson
himself.

But Duane was making him
a fortune.

Yes, but Billy found out
Duane was gonna do him a dirty

and move to the U.K.

And Julie Thomas also told me

that Billy Carson liked
to see people suffer.

Maybe it was a sadistic thing.

Finished?

Don't you think
any of that is important?

Don't you think
any of that counts?

I'm looking into Billy Carson.

I get the impression

that his emotions
often get the better of him.

Just like somebody else
that I know.

Well, I'm glad that you're
looking into Billy Carson.

I will as well.

- Good.
- Good.

P.I. Fisher.

This looks like an approximation
of seawater...

approximately 35 grams of salt
to 1,000 grams total mass.

Which means?

It means this water is about
a million times more conductive

than tap water.

But the voltage
would have been quite low.

Uh, well, it's actually got more
to do with, uh, amperage

and... and, uh, how it relates
to total surface area.

It's very, um...

Well, let's... let's not
get into all that, shall we?

The point is, the combination
of electricity, salt,

and the volume of water
make it lethal.

Salt.
Everybody uses salt.

How am I gonna track that back
to the murderer?

Hm.

Ah! Well, that's, uh,
that's why I came up.

Uh, the photos you took.

I've developed them.
They might help.

This electrical cord
has definitely been cut

by something sharp.

It hasn't just perished.

And... And what of these marks?

Oh. I noticed these weird green
smudges when I was by the pool.

But they might not be anything.

The studio floor is covered
in scuff marks. See?

It's a song.
It's a song.

The note from the crime scene.

♪ Tanto tempo ♪

♪ Ma ♪

♪ Mi hai tradito ♪

♪ E te ne pentirai ♪

♪ Mi hai tradito ♪

♪ E te ne pentirai ♪

Y-You sing so well.

Oh.
Oh, thank you.

The note.
It's a song.

"Mi hai tradito
e te ne pentirai"...

"You betrayed me
and you'll be sorry."

The most famous Italian pop song
in the last five years.

In Italy.

It could still have been meant
as a sort of, um, veiled threat.

Well, that discounts Eric.

He wouldn't know
an Italian pop song

if it slapped him in the face.

So, who is your front-runner?

Oh, Gidget's Italian admirer if
that note's anything to go by.

Mm.

But Duane wasn't
universally loved

by everybody at the studio.

Julie Thomas, makeup artist,

was pretty keen
to ride on his coattails.

But Freddy Miles,
the sound recordist,

and, uh, Alex Blackman,
security,

both thought that Duane
was the devil in disguise.

And is there any Italian links
there?

Uh, I don't know yet.

But what do you know
about Billy Carson?

Well, Julie Thomas said

that Billy Carson liked
to watch people suffer.

Also, apparently he hit the roof

when he found out
that Duane was going to the U.K.

And who are you inclined
to believe?

Well, Eric.

But he has the most obvious
motive of them all.

Duane had one over Eric because
Eric sold him a stolen car.

Oh, you like a bad boy,
Peregrine?

Don't we all?

Well, I have moved on.

But anyway,
it doesn't look good for Eric.

He got very angry
because Duane's check bounced,

and then Duane wouldn't
give him back the car and...

But the question is why was
Duane Gordon bouncing checks

if his career was flourishing
like you said it was?

Who exactly was this young man?

Hmm.

Damn it.

Come on.

It pays to be nice
to the caretaker.

Thank you.

Cheese and rice.

You don't think Duane was just
an untidy bachelor, do you?

I'd say not.

Maybe our golden boy
wasn't naturally golden.

Hydrogen peroxide.

Well, blonds have more fun.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Birdie!

Birdie!

What progress is there
with the investigation?

Oh, these things take time.

Which I haven't got.

The place is swarming
with police.

Well, there has been a murder.

Which I am paying you to solve.

We're losing sponsors.

And Billy Carson, my manager,
is about to go under.

Why do you say that?

Well, his nerves are shot,

and he's gone
into a complete tailspin.

So I need you to tell me
if there's anything in these

that might explain why.

- What are these?
- Our accounts.

Billy refused to hand them over,
so I...

I stole them.

Well, it's not theft
if it's your own company,

but I do applaud your attitude.

Now, I don't know
what Billy's been up to

and what it's got to do
with these murders.

But I'll be damned
if I'm going to stand by

and watch Rupert's legacy
go up in flames.

So you're going to run
towards the fire?

With your help.

About bloody time, Winnie.

Peregrine!

Whoa.

Oh! What the...
Aah!

I don't think you're ready
to join my team, Blackman.

Uh, no.
You can't come in here.

Why not?
I'm a witness.

What if Sparrow sees you?

Well, he's not here right now,
is he?

You made a nice mess at Duane's.

I didn't do it.

It was like that
when I got there,

and the back door was open.

I swear on my mother's grave.

Duane Gordon's head shots.

They'd be worth selling,
I'd say.

Is that what you were doing
and Duane found out?

Care to explain, Mr. Blackman?

Uh, look, I don't know
about you private investigators,

but security guards,
we don't get paid that much.

I need to supplement
for my family.

So yeah. Okay. I...
I'd nick a couple occasionally.

And then Duane died, and I knew
he had a stash of them.

Stealing from dead people.
That's pretty low.

Yeah, but I'm not low enough
to kill anyone.

I'm gonna let you go.

I still might press theft
charges once we're done here.

Get out of here.

That's it?
You're just letting him go?

You think he's our killer?

You think he'd murder Duane

just so he could flog
a bunch of photographs?

Duane threatened
to have him sacked.

He probably threatened
your boyfriend with the same

because of their
business transactions.

I don't want to talk about Eric.

Good, 'cause neither do I.

There was no evidence of forced
entry at the front or back.

Someone let themselves in
with a key.

Smashing Duane's photographs,

cigarette burns
to Duane's clothes...

That feels like
a personal grudge to me.

Duane knew whoever
made that mess.

And I would hazard a guess

that was the same person
that murdered him.

So Duane knew his killer.

Very well.

Duck.

Sir.

What do you think Duane
was doing hanging out here?

Do you need to ask?
Look at this place.

Good music.
Beautiful people.

Oh, those Italians,
they really know how to relax.

- They certainly do.
- Mm.

Oh, we should have brought
Violetta with us.

I got the impression that
sometimes our lovely Violetta

prefers to forget
her Continental heritage.

Now, if I knew the signal,

I'd be able to get us
some illegal after-hours liquor.

Birdie.

Oh, some rules are ridiculous.

And don't be fooled by those
cute little lemonade glasses

and straws.

I'm gonna get us a drink.

Ah.
Buona sera, boys.

Oh, hello.

Oh.
Here we go.

I know you.

From the TV studio.

What is your name?

That depends who's asking.

You're in my establishment.

As your host,
I ask the question.

As my guest, you answer.

It is good manners, yes?

My name's Peregrine Fisher.

And what do you do
at the studio, Peregrine Fisher?

Uh, a bit of everything
while I learn the ropes.

Good answer.

Come.

When your baby says
that she's grown tired of you

♪ And you start to leave ♪

♪ But just before you do ♪

♪ She begins to choke all up
and starts to bawl ♪

Oh, that's my friend.
She's having a wonderful time.

♪ Well, that's the best kind of,
the very best kind... ♪

Birdie.

♪ ...of all ♪

Help.

♪ Then she'll ask forgiveness
for the things... ♪

I'm not a stupid man.

I seen you with those ciuco
who built the surf machine.

When you see him, you tell him
to come and speak to me.

We need to have a little talk.

Mm.

♪ Baby doll ♪

We need to leave right now.

Oh, things are just starting
to get a little bit interesting.

For you, maybe.

Come on.
Quickly.

Mm.

Ciao.

That sounds like a threat to me.

Well, make no mistake,
it was a threat.

Well, at the very least I hope
his crooning wasn't too awful.

As two become one.

Well, let's hope
that their genus is similar

so they don't perish.

You don't believe
in opposites attract?

It hasn't worked for me
in the past.

We've both been unlucky in love.

Is Peregrine in yet?

Um, must be having a late start.

Not surprising

after her unfortunate run-in
with that man last night.

Carlo Liotti.

And he's the manager of...

of that girl
that got electrocuted.

Peregrine met Carlo Liotti?

Mm.
At the Gattino Nero, last night.

Then he's probably doing
much more

than being a showgirl's manager.

He's one of those men.

One of what men?

The 'Ndrangheta.
The Mafia.

The Honored Society...
Call it what you will.

I had my suspicions.

I can't say I've heard
of any of them.

From Calabria, in Italy.

They make their money from fear
and extortion,

and they will stop at nothing
if they are crossed.

Charming.

And where does this Carlo fellow
fit in?

The Liotti clan has been a
powerful family for many years.

Very powerful.

Excuse me.
I've forgotten something inside.

Violetta seems to know a lot
about that gentleman.

She does indeed.

Good morning.

Uh, didn't have enough time
with this one.

Well, given that it was stolen,

that might not be
such a bad thing.

I-I told you it wasn't my fault.

I didn't know it was stolen
until after I'd bought it.

I paid really good money for it.

Eric, your missing car

might be the least
of your problems right now.

I-I need to warn you
about something.

Last night, I went to this club,
and there was th...

Stay away from the windows.

It's you.

There's been a new lead
in the investigation.

We got a forensic report back
on the pool water.

G'day.

Mr. Wild, what could you tell me
about this?

It's a bag of salt.

It was found in your toolbox
at the studio.

Who hates you, Mr. Wild?

Apart from you?

Oh, hopefully not enough
to set you up for murder.

My guess is the murderer
chose you as their fall guy

from day one.

Duane had more reason
to kill me than vice versa.

Get rid of me
and he gets rid of his debt.

Yeah.
I agree.

And it takes a desperate man
to run up a debt

with a studio electrician.

I'm also a very good mechanic
who can dance.

- And sells stolen goods.
- He didn't know it was stolen.

Yeah, so don't point the finger.

- He's just doing his job.
- Whose side are you on?

No one's.

Anyway, Edwina Maddox said
Duane was being paid

a hell of a lot more
than he was worth.

So why would someone making
that much money

have debts he can't afford?

- Fast cars.
- Fast women.

Drinking.
Gambling.

Freddy Miles has a connection
to that gambling den.

What gambling den?

It's a long story.

If Duane had debts,
he wouldn't tell me.

He didn't like
looking like a loser.

He was all about keeping up
appearances.

So Mr. Gordon didn't owe you
any money?

Hmm?
Mnh-mnh.

That's a joke.
He knew I never won anything.

Bloody owed me more than money,
though.

I need you to elaborate.

I could always do you
for obstruction, Mr. Miles.

That's your choice.

He introduced me
to that gambling place.

And Italian cigarettes?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Them too.

The card games were all
a bit of fun at first,

but then... I-I couldn't stop.

That sounds like a recipe
for disaster.

So you ran up debts.

Am I on the right track?

How did you pay them?

With no thanks to Duane.

He said he didn't lend money
to gamblers.

But he made me one.

He ruined my life.

Excuse me.
Freddy?

They need you out there.

Yeah.
Are we done here?

For the moment.

There is a lot of anger there.

I still think
he's hiding something.

Until we solve the case,

I'm gonna take that as a given
with everyone.

Even me?

You especially.

- Where are you going?
- Somewhere.

I told you I haven't got it.

You know the arrangement.

Hey!
Hey!

You get off...

Next time you won't have a woman
to save you.

Don't forget what I said.

What was that all about?

It's nothing.

- Do you need a doctor?
- I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Leave me alone.

Oh.

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I see.

Oh, I've got a lot
to learn from you.

Thank you, Dawn.

What did you find out
about that terrible show?

Well, that terrible show
wasn't making you much money.

But Billy claimed it was.

Well, the sponsors
are paying good money,

but the outgoings are huge.

Five hundred pounds a month

to this entity
called Spin City Records.

Do you know anything about them?

Never heard of them.

Well, let's go for a little spin
ourselves, then, shall we?

I thought I recognized
this address.

What, you know this place?

That club, Gattino Nero... It's
currently run by Carlo Liotti.

The talent scout?

Well, whatever he is.

So why would the studio
be paying money to Carlo Liotti

and Spin City Records?

I have no idea.

I can't believe how much rubbish
Duane left in Eric's car.

Ah. Duane's checkbook.

Oh.
I saw that.

Notice how Duane paid £500
every month

to something called Spin City.

- Mm.
- Come again?

Um, Spin City.

It sounds like
a recording studio?

Maybe, uh, maybe Duane was...
was cutting a record.

I've just been there
with Edwina.

It's connected to Gattino Nero,
Liotti's place.

And Rupert, Edwina's husband,

was also paying money
to Spin City.

Well, I doubt he was cutting
a record.

Sounds like extortion to me.

That is how the Honored Society
makes their money.

So Duane and Rupert had
something to hide.

Now the question is what.

Well, something against the law,
I suspect.

Duane's rap sheet is getting
more and more colorful.

Illegal activities,
bouncing checks,

unpaid bills, gambling debts...

I doubt that Rupert had anything
to do with something like that.

Well, one way or another,

all roads lead back
to Carlo Liotti and Spin City.

He's our common denominator.

Yeah, I think I might be able
to help you with that.

Um... it is 85 Tivoli Road,
South Yarra.

That might be your best bet.

Yeah.

Uh, not a problem, Mr. Liotti.

Arrivederci.

Any idea why Sparrow would
be giving Peregrine's address

to Mr. Liotti?

Adventuresses' Club.

Detective Steed.

No, I haven't been home
since this morning.

Uh, well, I left Eric there.

I need you to cover for me.

Well...

Hey! Stronzo.

Eric?

Quick.
Get in.

Go! Go! Go!

Come on! Come on!

What's happening?

Get down.

Peregrine.

I think I ran out of petrol.

Must have seen you arrive
and then took off.

Yeah.

A friend of Carlo's, perhaps.

Same friend that attacked
Billy Carson at the TV station.

Yes.
You heard about that?

Carson refuses to lay charges.

Oh.

Isn't this the wagon
that you sold to Duane?

Yeah. Well, he never paid me,
so legally, it's mine.

Except I-I found out
it was nicked.

And this is your official
reporting of a stolen vehicle?

Yes.

Thank you, Mr. Wild,
for your honesty.

I'll send someone to pick it up.

Sir.

Steed.

Just a minute of your time.

Counting down.

A friend of Peregrine Fisher
has just been shot at.

As a result, she and her friend
could have been killed.

What's that got to do with me?

I suspect that Mr. Liotti
had something to do with that.

I told you to stay away
from him.

And I have, sir.

But I'm talking about
attempted murder.

Something needs to be done
about him.

Is that it?

Sir?

You're way out of your depth,
Steed.

Off you go.

Sir, my duty as a policeman
is to protect people.

If some strange day comes
when that's

no longer my highest priority,
I'd be handing in my badge.

Good to know.

Sir.

I still don't know why we had to
cough up about the car.

Shh.

We very rarely allow men
extended access, Mr. Wild,

but since you've been shot at,
we've made an exception.

As long as we're not harboring
the murder suspect.

Not the prime murder suspect.

Violetta, I thought maybe you
could help me figure this out.

What does it say?

The attacker dropped it.

This watch has "Crotone"
engraved on it.

Crotone is a port city
in Calabria,

where the Liotti clan
emigrated from.

Why would Carlo Liotti want to
kill this lovely young man?

Because he thinks that Eric
murdered Gidget Mitchell.

Oh, great.

I'm finally in the clear
with your cop mate

and now some criminal
wants to blow my head off?

It's okay.
You'll be safe here.

Is there anything else you can
tell us about the Liotti clan

that might be helpful, Violetta?

I suppose I should tell you.

Carlo and I... we were engaged.

I knew him
when he was a young man,

when he swore he would never get
mixed up in the family business,

which was, of course, crime.

Carlo's family began feuding
with another family,

and Carlo was forced
to take sides.

I couldn't have my parents
mixed up in that dangerous life,

so I ended the engagement.

And I suppose Carlo
wasn't too pleased about that.

I had to cut myself off,
start afresh.

And I-I thought
he would forget about me.

Maybe somehow this is all
because of me.

Well, if I hadn't have come here
and...

Violetta, it's not your fault

that Carlo Liotti is involved
with that television station.

And I am very glad
that you made your way to us.

So am I.

Now, let's get back to it.

Here's something.

Duane sang piano/accordion duets
with his twin from the age of 5.

Twin?

What do you know about a twin?

Nothing. That's the first
I've heard of it.

Maybe a visit to births, deaths,
and marriages.

Absolutely.

What if someone on the show
knows more about his family?

He's pretty friendly
with that makeup woman.

Oh, I suspect that she's told me

everything she's going to tell
a detective.

Well, maybe we need someone
who's not a detective

to talk to her.

According to
the Melbourne Gazette,

"The Beat Show" is holding
open auditions tonight

to find new talent.

Maybe that could be a way in.

I could go in.

Well, I can sing.
You've heard me...

admittedly not rock 'n' roll,

but I could expand
my repertoire.

What if Carlo Liotti is there?

He's a very dangerous
man, Violetta.

You said so yourself.

It's time I showed him
I'm not running anymore.

Oh, be very careful, then.

I'll be her chaperone.

And I am finally happy

with this new listening device
that I've been working on.

Oh, great, Samuel.

Oh!

I'm sorry, miss.

I can't tell you
who Duane Gordon's twin is.

Well, why not?

According to our records,
Duane Gordon doesn't exist.

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

♪ Do-do, do-do, do-do, do-do ♪

- They're good, aren't they?
- They're okay.

Maybe "Duane Gordon"
was a stage name.

Somebody here must have some
clue about who he really was.

I'll see what I can find out.

- Good luck.
- Yeah.

♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

Hello.

- Mr. Miles.
- ♪ Do-do, do-do ♪

- A bit busy.
- Just a quick question.

You'll need to hurry.

At Gattino Nero,

did you ever hear about anything
connected to extortion?

No. I... No.
Don't know anything.

Could I get The Badges?
Could we have The Badges?

If you know something and you're
not telling me or the police,

you know you could be charged
with withholding evidence.

Mm.
Yeah.

Yeah, I know something bad
went down at that place.

Did it have something
to do with Duane?

- I reckon so.
- And what makes you say that?

He'd go crazy
if anyone mentioned it.

What exactly was it?

I don't know, but I
heard it ruined his birthday,

and I know the cops
were involved.

- And roll playback.
- You didn't hear that from me.

♪ This is the story
of my first date ♪

♪ My dad said he'd drive me
so I wouldn't be late ♪

♪ I was so nervous
that I didn't know ♪

♪ Oh, my gosh,
I forgot my dough ♪

♪ I need some dough
so I can go ♪

- Freddy, stop.
- What?

♪ I need some dough
for the drive-in show ♪

♪ I need some dough
so I can go ♪

♪ I need some dough
for the drive-in show ♪

- It's nothing. Shut the door.
- I'm worried about you.

You can't be drinking
on the job.

What is your problem?
What is going on?

It's the tape.

What tape?

The sound recording
before the show.

I taped everything
that was going on.

Everything? Why?

Because that's what I always do
to check my levels

and make sure everything's
running okay.

- For God's sakes, throw it away.
- They'll find out.

They've got eyes and ears
everywhere.

Freddy, you didn't hurt Duane
or Gidget, did you?

What... No.

No, of course not.

But there's some things I said
on the tape

which will make it sound
like I did.

I was always having a go
at Duane.

Okay.
Well, just get rid of it.

Help me.
They won't look at you.

- Where is it?
- In my pocket.

- Give it here.
- Go.

Ah.

That's very...

structurally sound.

I'm going to, uh,
take that one with me.

Freddy didn't say.

He just said the police
were involved.

That could be
some kind of a raid.

Wouldn't have been the first one
on Gattino Nero.

Freddy and the makeup girl were
talking about a sound recording

from the night of the murder.

Do you know where that is?

I have to go.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Next up... Violetta Fellini.

- What are you singing?
- "Tintarella di Luna."

In English?

In English, it's called
"The Tanning of the Moon."

Christ, spare me.

I hope it's good, for your sake.

Now, remember, you're helping
with our decision...

put 'em on the show or not.

So clap your heart out
if you like.

Violetta Fellini
singing "Moon Tan"!

In English.

No foreign languages
on this show.

T-The whole song?

Yeah.

And roll playback.

I-I...

All the patches
have been tanned.

Redskins are
a little bit purple.

The girls are those
who take the s-sun.

But there is this one girl...

♪ Who takes the moon ♪

Tanning of the m-moon tan.

♪ M-Moon tan ♪

♪ Milk-colored moon tan ♪

The... The rooftops...

♪ On the rooftops like a...
pussycat ♪

♪ And the... moon is full ♪

♪ Coming... ♪

Thanks, Miss Fellini.

Now to the verdict
from the audience.

What do you think of that?

Come on.

Uh...

When you see Bill, you tell him
he needs to come see me, okay?

Grazie.

Oh, it's you.
How'd you go?

Are you all right?
You look rattled.

And you look like a thief.

Bingo.

Come on.

Not so fast, ladies.

Miss Fellini, you must have
friends in high places.

You made it through
the audition process,

so you're on the show...
2:00 p.m. tomorrow.

Julie will look after your hair
and makeup.

Don't be late.

Give the foreign chick
a makeover.

Maybe dye her hair blond.

We can't have the mums
and dads at home

thinking we've roped in
a bunch of migrants.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Friends in high places?

Carlo.

Oh.

Come on.

You look like you could use
a coffee.

I've got some new information.

Oh, good morning to you too.

I spent the whole night
trawling through police files,

just trying to find something
relating to Duane

and Gattino Nero
and couldn't find a thing.

Well, Sparrow strikes again.

So I went to the library.

The library?
You're a real action man.

To look up some old newspapers.

I found a small article
in the Fitzroy Times

about some goings-on
at an Italian club.

Gattino Nero.

People arrested, but there's
no names, there's no pictures.

But it's rumored to involve

high-profile
television identities.

Was there a date on the article?

Freddy mentioned that something
happened on Duane's birthday.

Date of the article was
the 20th of January last year.

But I'm gonna go to his flat
for another search.

Well, I'm coming with you.

Sorry.

Well, it certainly seems
personal.

Mm.
But why?

And what were they looking for?

Per.

An Italian passport
and traveler's checks.

Carlo's?

No.
I-In the name of Gino Giordano.

This passport's a few years old,
but that face is very familiar.

Oh, it's him.

Billy Carson didn't like
ethnic people in his show.

The peroxide.

- Yes.
- And the traveler's checks.

Julie said that Duane
was going to the U.K.

There's no record of Duane
ever existing

because Duane Gordon
was actually Gino Giordano.

Where are you from?

My parents are from Catanzaro,
in Calabria.

Well, let's make the most
of these exotic looks.

No. Mr. Carson wants me
to look less exotic.

He's just old-fashioned.

Maybe, but he is very nice.

He could have banned me.

I butchered the song
I was singing.

That's because you sang it
in English.

It's an Italian song, isn't it?

Maybe try it the way
it's meant to be.

You really think
that's a good idea?

It's a mistake to turn your back
on your culture.

Don't worry.

An Italian song
with an Italian look?

You'll knock
everyone's socks off.

Can I ask you a question
about Duane?

You're not another fan?

No.

You ask a lot of questions.

And right now, I don't want to
think about Duane.

Sit back and relax.

I'm gonna make you look like
Sophia Loren.

Birdie?

Birdie!

Your, uh, your visitor.

Haven't you got someone
to do that messy work for you?

I'm the only person

who has ever worked on this
magnificent piece of machinery.

And...

...it gives me great pleasure
knowing that.

So what's this about some raid
on Gattino Nero?

Lemonade?

So we have been piecing it
all together...

the money from the accounts and,
uh, Billy, Duane, and Rupert

all paying money to Spin City.

So what are you trying to say?

Well, when Gattino Nero
was raided,

three men were arrested,
not just Duane.

And, um,
we think that they were all part

of the same, um, crowd.

What kind of crowd?

I suspect that, um...

...Rupert was having a special
relationship with Billy Carson.

You can't believe rumors.

Did you know, Winnie?

When the police raided
that awful club,

they were... delighted that
Rupert was found with Billy.

He tried to tell me that he, um,

that he had been accused
of gambling.

Mm. Well, it wasn't gambling,
was it?

And Carlo Liotti protected them,
for a price.

Five hundred pounds a month
was extortion money...

to hide their secret.

Well... 40 years of marriage.

We raised our daughters,
built a beautiful home.

We... had lovely holidays.

All those photographs
of us smiling.

It was all built on a lie.

Oh, Winnie.

It's not something
that he could change.

And it doesn't mean
that he didn't love you.

Thank you.

Right.

What the hell?

What happened to the blond idea?

I tried.
It didn't work with her hair.

She looks like
Sophia bloody Loren.

Hey. This'll be fun.

You'd better be good.

Oh, she's on.
She's on.

Oh.

♪ Abbronzate tutte ♪

Oh, she's nervous.

You've got this.

♪ Abbronzate tutte chiazze ♪

♪ Pelli rosse, un po'paonazze ♪

♪ Son le ragazze
che prendono il sol ♪

♪ Ma ce n'a una ♪

♪ A prende ♪

♪ La luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Tutta note stai sul tetto ♪

♪ Sopra il tetto come i gatti ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

- ♪ Tu ♪
- Hmm.

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Che fa bianca la tua pelle ♪

♪ Ti fa bella fra le belle ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu diventi candida ♪

♪ Tin, tin, tin ♪

♪ Raggi di luna ♪

She's delightful!

Oh, she sure is!

♪ Al mondo nessuna ♪

♪ A candida come te ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella color latte ♪

♪ Tutta note stai sul tetto ♪

♪ Sopra il tetto come i gatti ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ E se c'a la luna piena ♪

♪ Tu ♪

♪ Diventi candida ♪

♪ Candida ♪

Bellissima!
Bellissima!

Brava.

Brava!

I'm not sure.
I'll check.

Is there a Peregrine Fisher
here?

Yes.
That's me.

Oh.

Hello?

- Peregrine.
- Birdie.

News on a couple of fronts.

Rupert and Billy
were in a relationship.

Rupert and Billy?

Yes. Yes.
It's confirmed by Edwina.

Now, regarding Freddy's tape...
He did argue with Duane.

But more intriguing

is something he seemed to have
accidentally recorded.

Tu non verrai
in Inghilterra con me.

Ma Io sono
il tuo specchio, non lei.

Now, according to Edwina
and her vast Italian skills...

- Si.
- ...the male voice says,

"You're not coming
to England with me,"

and then the female voice
replies,

"But I am your mirror, not her."

That voice, it sounds like...

"Thomas" means "twin"
in ancient Greek.

Gino was a twin.

We thought it was male,
but we were wrong.

Oh.
The photos at the crime scene.

The marks on the floor
near Eric's work equipment.

How did I miss this?

Peregrine?

Peregrine?

Peregrine!

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

♪ Tintarella di luna ♪

That was a first
for "The Beat Show."

I couldn't have done it
without you.

Or this dress.

Oh.
Let me snip you out of it.

Where are my scissors?

Here.

This is from
the electrical cord.

I always told Duane
that Italian songs could work.

Stanley, I hear you met your
girlfriend in a revolving door.

Yes, and I've been going 'round
with her ever since.

There she is now!

Help!

- Help me!
- Violetta.

Help!

Please!
Help!

Help me.
Please. Please. Please.

Please. Help.
Help me.

Help!
Oh, Julie.

I'm sorry, but I have to do this
now that you know.

No, no.
You... You have a choice.

Y-You... You do have a choice.

- Julie.
- Julie!

Let her go!

I know that Gino
was your twin brother.

I know why you did it.

You don't.

You don't know.

I did so much for him, and he
just threw me to the side.

He didn't even want to look
like me anymore.

Gino had to change the way
he looked

to hide his culture,
to be accepted.

You know that Billy Carson

wouldn't have let him
on the show otherwise.

You wanted him to stay Italian,
didn't you?

You wanted him to be true
to himself.

- "Never change." You said that.
- Shut up!

- Shut up...
- Please don't hurt my friend.

Hurting her
won't change anything.

You've already lost enough.

Please, Julie.

Please.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

I never wanted to lose him.

No.
Of course you didn't.

You were the brother-sister act
since you were kids.

You were always hoping
that Gino would ask you

to perform with him
instead of Gidget.

But he never asked you, did he?

He was gonna make me
his exclusive

hair and makeup artist,
wherever he went.

His dream was to go to the U.K.

It was just the two of us.

You know, always me and Gino.

But then he said
he was leaving you.

- That's enough.
- Hey.

He was going
to England alone, without you.

And that's when you snapped.

Your shoes left green marks
around the pool

from the broken eye shadow
you must have stepped in.

The same marks you left

when you planted the salt
that set up Eric.

You wrote the note, didn't you?

And you staged a break-in
at the studio.

You burnt cigarette holes
in Gino's clothes,

all to divert attention
away from yourself.

Well, it worked.

And then you ransacked
his house,

hoping to destroy any evidence

that linked you
as brother and sister.

But there was nothing there!

He'd completely forgotten
about me!

He loved being famous
more than he loved me!

Julie, Gino wasn't just doing it
for the fame.

He was doing it for the money.

He was being blackmailed, Julie.

No.

By Carlo Liotti.

Him and Billy Carson
and Rupert Maddox.

He was protecting himself.

Protecting himself from what?

Gino wasn't in love with Gidget,
like everybody thought.

He had a secret.

A secret he shared with Billy...
and with Rupert.

No.

No.
I knew about them.

- He wasn't like that.
- Come on.

I knew my brother.
He wasn't like that.

No.
He was not like that!

I'm sorry.

What have I done?

Julie.

- What have I done?
- Come here.

No!

What have I done?

Your money, Mr. Liotti.

The lost police file
on your husband and his friend.

So you agree
to stop your henchmen

from ever brutalizing Billy
for payment

and to never make contact again.

And if his preferences or my
husband's are ever made public,

I will expose your corruption.

It is an honor to do business.

Oh, well done, Winnie.

Violetta.

You sing beautifully.

As you always did.

Thank you.

No more flowers, Carlo.

I understand.

Goodbye, Carlo.

I would have got you
to the airport faster.

Yeah, especially
in that fancy sports car

that you won't let me drive.

I wish you were coming with me,
Per.

No.
This is your fork in the road.

You go have some fun, hmm?

I'm so proud of you.

Look after yourself, okay?

You too.

After all that excitement,

I think our stomachs
might need settling.

Uh... amaro?

Amaro.

My father's special recipe.

Salute.

Mm.

My father always said,

"Beware the man
who gulps his liquor.

He lives dangerously."

Is this true?

Well, in some respects.

Perhaps... not when it counts.

I don't feel so unlucky
in love anymore.

Neither do I.

♪ I've got to tell you ♪

♪ I'm feelin' so blue ♪

Should we say goodbye
to the past?

I just did.

♪ Lord ♪

♪ Everybody's got a baby ♪

♪ Everybody's got somebody ♪

♪ Everybody's got a baby
but me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Everybody's gettin'
some lovin' ♪

Peregrine.

Detective Steed.

Have I done something wrong?
Are you here to arrest me?

I'm here to apologize.

To your ex-boyfriend.

With beer?
Is that how blokes do it?

Well, you've just missed him.

He's gone off
to start a new life.

Mm.

Well, what about you?
What are you doing?

I was just going for a drive.

Would you like to come?

Sure.

Think quick.

Go on.
Get in before I change my mind.

♪ I've got to tell you ♪

♪ I'm feelin' so blue ♪

And if you stack it,
I will never forgive you.

♪ Let's go now ♪

♪ Everybody's ♪

♪ Got a baby ♪

Whoo!

♪ Everybody but me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, now ♪