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Didn't I say this is just
what the doctor ordered?

Yes, several times.

Fresh air, good company.

We can all forget our cares.

Well, most of us anyway.

Are you worried about her?

Every day since I was
about 9 years old.

Aleksander's death
has really hit her hard.

Mm, she has her own way of processing.

Processing?

Samuel, she's carrying around
his ashes.

Yes, it's macabre.

Her way of keeping him close

after holding him away all these years.

Well, you and Violetta
are doing quite the opposite.

Ah, it's a personal test.

Our relationship has many levels.

Intellectual, scientific, romantic,

each as if not more
important than the...

the physical.

There's no problem
with the Church at all

as long as we manage
to keep things platonic.

Good luck with that.

Buon giorno!

Good Lord.

Right, I'm just going to
go and test this new rod.

It's an interesting experiment.

It'll never work.

Too much chemistry.

I've got something!

Oh, wow, it must be huge!

Yes.

A Murray cod, by the fight of it.

A big one!

Maybe a...
maybe 100 pounds.

You can do it!

What is it?

Samuel?

Are there no other
detectives in Melbourne?

Peregrine.

Detective Steed.

Well, nobody's left the area.

It was only us and then some others

who've gone up to the rowing sheds.

Okay.

Do we know who it is?

Mr. Morris Dunnet,
according to his license.

He hasn't been in the water long.

He's tied up, so it's obviously murder.

And there's this odd
shiny patch just here.

We'll get a sample.

Constable, make sure you get
that off his wrist, please.

Yes, sir.

Ah, Samuel hooked him just over there.

Right, well, I'll...

Anyway, you don't need me.

You don't want to help?

It's a beautiful day for it.

Peregrine, have I done something
to annoy you?

More than usual?

No!

So, can't be seen
from the picnic ground.

And there's no access
from anywhere else.

So he was probably attacked here
and then put into the water.

What do you think they are?

Drag marks.

Maybe a boat.

Why would you land it here when
there's a ramp at the boat hire?

Right. Where is it now?

There was a girl at
the boat hire when we arrived.

Miss, your name, please?

Babs Crawford.

And you knew the victim, Miss Crawford?

Yes.

He was my boyfriend.

When did you last see him?

Ah, he went looking for
the dinghy about an hour ago.

The River Nymph.

And it's still missing?

I must have forgotten to tie it up

and the current must have
taken it, and Morris went...

I'm such an idiot.

What'd you do after he went
to look for the boat?

I just got ready to open up,
like he told me.

Did Morris have any enemies?

Any worries?

Well, he got into an argument

with the council a few months ago.

They talked about wanting
to knock the shed down

because it wasn't built to regulations,

and Morris got very angr...
Well, he got upset.

Upset with anyone in particular?

No. Morris was just very
particular about the business.

About everything, really.

Are you alright?

That looks painful.

Oh, I just slipped on the jetty.

Is that all?

For now, yes. Thank you.

Morris Dunnet.

Why do I know that name?

She's definitely hiding something.

Nervous, twitchy.

Did you see the bruises on her arms?

Finger marks, if ever I saw them.

You think he roughed her up?

I think she's still scared of him,

even though he's dead.

Maybe she'd had enough.

Well, even if she had,
she couldn't overpower,

tie him up, and drown him.

Mm. Okay, better start
the interviews.

Let's split up for them.

I saw a girl taking photographs
over there.

Maybe she saw something.

Well...

Okay.

So, what time did you arrive

at the river this morning,
Mr. Quinn?

Oh, some time before 7:00.

Water's smoothest earlier in the day.

Did you see Morris Dunnet?

That the dead bloke?

Nah. No, I didn't see him.

Just a fisherman up under the bridge.

Did you notice anybody else
on the riverbank?

No, sorry.

I was concentrating on my rating.

Excuse me, sir,

can I ask your name?

Abraham Sifo, public servant.

Orchard Grove, Kew.

What brought you down to the
river this morning, Mr. Sifo?

I'm a keen angler.

The recent rains have activated
many freshwater species.

Mm. Did you rent fishing tackle
from the hire shop?

Detective, I take excellent
care of my equipment.

I have no need to hire.

And did you see Morris Dunnet pass?

- He is...?
- The victim.

Ahh.

Rest in peace.

I didn't see anyone.

I'm afraid I don't take much
notice of my surroundings.

An angler must be at one
with the water.

Right.

And what brought you down
to the river today, Suzie?

Oh, I've got a new camera,
so I wanted to try it out.

Oh.

Does the name Morris Dunnet
mean anything to you?

No.

Did you see anybody else
around the river this morning?

No, sorry.

- Right.
- No, wait.

I did notice that old lady
with the caravan.

She spoke to me.

And what did she say?

"Keep your kidneys warm."

Who cares about my kidneys?

Nosy old cow.

You're a photographer?

Oh, trying to be.

I'm actually a music student.

This is just a bit of a hobby.

Keep me out of trouble.

Did you get any good photos?

Yeah, a few.

Great.
Do you mind if I take your film?

They might contain some evidence.

Oh!

Ah, okay.

Um, I'll get it out for you.

No, no, no, you'll expose them.

Here, let me do it.

Thank you.

She really didn't want
to give me that film.

And I think she tried to expose it.

- What, to ruin the photos?
- Maybe.

God! Could you get them
to Samuel to develop?

Already have.

Oh! Hello, dears.

Wow! Shiny.

I make all my own cleaning products.

- That's the secret.
- Oh.

I'm Detective James Steed.
This is Peregrine Fisher.

- You are...
- Holdstock.

Enid Holdstock.

You live in the van?

For the last little while, yes.
Dicky ticker.

I might only have a couple of months,

so I sold up the business
and here I am.

What sort of business?

Cleaning. Houses, mainly.

And when did you arrive here?

Ah, late yesterday.

What made you choose
this particular spot?

Well, I usually look for
somewhere I haven't been before.

Did you know Morris Dunnet?

The poor dead man?
No, I'm afraid not.

Well, about this morning, I'm
going to have to ask you some...

Oh, yes, you'll want my account.

Ah, got your notebook?

- Yes.
- I awoke at 6:00.

It was quite chilly,
but the sun was very bright.

I was concerned it was fading
the van's curtains.

And then I went to make a tea,
but the milk had soured

- so I didn't get...
- Yes, sorry, after that.

Oh, I aired my bedding.

When you're a cleaner,
you get into the habit

- of doing that daily.
- Ah.

And then that fishing gentleman
arrived and then not long after,

that young man with the rowing boat,

and then that pretty slip of a thing.

Mind you, she wasn't wearing enough.

She really needs to wear a cardigan

- or she'll catch her death...
- Yes, yes, and Morris Dunnet?

Oh, yes!

He went jogging off towards the rocks

in a very determined fashion.

Did you see anybody else
go around the river bend?

I don't believe so.

Thank you, Mrs. Holdstock.

Bye-bye, dears.

So nobody knew Morris Dunnet
except for Babs,

and everybody has an alibi
except for Babs.

Sounds like one of them
wanted him dead,

and there was no one else around.

Dunnet!
Why do I know that name?

- Whatcha squirreling for, Steed?
- That river victim.

I'm just trying to find out
something more about him.

Morris bloody Dunnet.

He killed his wife?
Of course!

That trial was everywhere.
That's why I remember the name.

Well, he was actually acquitted.

But he did it, didn't he?

Yes, that's the assumption.

And according to Sparrow,

he knew the bloke
who ran the investigation,

the case against Dunnet was rock solid.

Witnesses testified
he'd fly into rages.

He was violent towards Irene.

He said he'd kill her.

Plus there was blood
in his house, on his clothes,

and he had no alibi.

Why did he get off?

Irene's body was never found.

Hard to prove a murder without a body.

Very. But the question is,
did Babs know about his past?

But, James, even if she did,

there's no way that she could
have killed him by herself.

Dare I say it, Peregrine,
but I think you're right.

I'll call you back.

I've done an analysis
of the shiny substance

on the victim's hand.

What is it?

Machine oil.

Did you grease your boat seat
with that this morning,

- Mr. Quinn?
- 'Course.

- Get any on your hands?
- Maybe. Hard not to.

There was machine oil
on Morris Dunnet's wrist.

Any idea how it got there?

None at all.

Right, just a coincidence.

Look, I don't know what
you're getting at, mate,

but I was on the water the whole time,

from the crack of dawn
till that body was fished up.

Babs, did Morris ever
tell you anything about

his life before you met?

No, Morris didn't talk about his past.

Did you know that he was married?

Yes.

His wife walked out on him.

No, Babs.

His wife disappeared eight years ago.

Morris was tried for her murder.

The only reason he got off is
that they never found her body.

But...

he never mentioned any of that.

Guess it explains why
he didn't have any friends.

And why he didn't like it
if I made any.

Sir? Sir, the machine oil
we found on the victim's wrist,

it... it could link to
Frank Quinn, or Babs Crawford,

or even the victim himself.

It just doesn't...
Look who I found in the foyer!

Sally. Hey.

I thought that we were
meeting the others later on.

I wanted to give you this now.

Happy birthday.

Be still my beating heart!

Thank you.

And...

...this.

Oh, that's...

That's wonderful!
That's...

That's too much.
That's too generous.

- Oh!
- I... I can't. Ah.

Well, I'm about
to come into some money.

I'm thinking of selling
my house in Hartford.

Oh.

Since Howard died,

I've stayed mostly with my parents.

And lately I've been coming
to Melbourne so much.

And I didn't realize how much I...

...enjoy it here.

- Oh.
- I've... Sorry.

- I know you're very busy.
- No, stop.

It's... It's wonderful.
Thank you.

So good. So good!

Whoa!

Oh!

Sweet, isn't it?

Like confectioner's sugar.

- Samuel, how's Birdie?
- Ah, good.

Well, I mean, I've hidden the keys

to the drinks cabinet, so...

Brave. Where?

Ooh, no, I shan't be revealing that.

Why not?

I did that the last time, and, well,

let's just say that poor
Adventuress Hamad was subject

to some very rigorous
interrogation techniques.

- Ooh.
- I thought so.

- Trichloromethane.
- What is that?

Chloroform.

You're so clever.

Wasn't a difficult one.

Yes, but chemistry,
it's not your specialty.

Yeah, but I've been reading.

Have you?

- Excuse me.
- Mm.

- Chloroform.
- Surprisingly easy to make.

It's just common chemicals.

Ah, yes, it's bleach,
rubbing alcohol, acetone.

Actually, I have something for you too.

Ah, hello. Come in.

Hi.

Forensics have just come back.

Morris Dunnet had traces
of anesthetic in his system.

Chloroform.
After I spoke to Babs,

I found this bottle
down by the riverbank.

Violetta's just analyzed it.

Right, and... and so the killer
drugged him with chloroform

and then tied him up.

And then pushed him into the river.

It's quite an elaborate murder.

I dug up Irene Dunnet's murder file.

- From the archives.
- And?

Last seen arguing with Morris
at the front of their house.

29 years of age.

She taught classical guitar.

Married for six years.

Classical guitar?

Suzie said that she's a music student.

And the fingernails on her
right hand are much longer

than the ones on her left...

which is how classical
guitarists have to have them

in order to pluck the strings.

You think she's been taught
by Irene Dunnet?

- It's a thought.
- There's more than one

classical guitar teacher in Melbourne.

Actually, I have her photos here.

Anything of interest in them?

Er, nothing.

- Oh.
- Ah, no.

Um, actually nothing.

There's no people, no birds,
there's no focus.

There's... nothing.

Maybe Suzie wasn't a good photographer.

Maybe.
But if I had to guess,

I'd say that these photos
were taken by someone

who just wanted to look like
they were taking photos.

Please.

I've never been in a police station.

Where do you keep the baddies?

- Prison.
- Ha!

Take a seat, Miss Lew.

You study classical guitar, Suzie?

Yes. Why?

Have you ever had
the teacher Irene Dunnet?

I...

don't remember.

Well, she disappeared.

Perhaps that jogs your memory.

Yes.

Yes, maybe we did have her for a while.

Irene Dunnet was Morris Dunnet's
wife, this morning's victim.

But you said that you'd never
heard the name Dunnet.

- So why'd you lie?
- I didn't.

We just used to call her Irene.

Did you ever come into contact

with Morris Dunnet during your lessons?

Hardly ever.

What were you really doing
at the river this morning?

Taking photos.

Like I told you.

Photos...

of nothing?

It's a new camera.

I'm still learning.

Now can I go?

Even if she did only know her as Irene,

her name was all over
the papers during that trial.

Right. So is she lying about
anything else?

I don't know.

But it's a connection to the victim.

Mm.

What about this for a theory?

- Suzie...
- Mm.

...follows Morris
around the riverbend,

and then Frank Quinn rows in
on his scull

and they chloroform him together.

But why bother with the chloroform?

'Cause Frank's a big guy.

He could overpower Morris without it.

I don't know.

Oh, that's nice.

When did you get that?

Ah, today.

It's not like you to splurge.

No.

It's...

a gift from Sally.

It's just a bit tight.

Oh, that's very generous of her.

It's my birthday.

Oh, my goodness.
What are you doing here?

- Why aren't you celebrating?
- I will be.

We're meeting some friends
from the country later.

It's fine.

Not only do I forget your birthday,

but I feed you cereal.

- No! Oh, you should go.
- No, Peregrine, it's fine.

This murder, it needs two
brains. Don't be silly.

Well, it'll get them in the morning.

Go and have a wonderful time
with your friends.

Well, I...

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Oh, God!

James, are you still there?

Yeah.

Tomorrow, bring your bathers.

Right up close to me

the shakes all over me

Oh!

Stuck on the bottom out in the middle.

Strong current out there.

Is it the River Nymph?

- Yeah.
- Those drag marks.

I think the murderer
stole the dinghy to lure

Morris around the bend.

And then drown him.

Yes. I'll just give you
some, um, some space.

The splinters of wood
are angled upwards,

as if they've been pulled up,
rather than struck down.

So what would they have used?

A claw hammer?

Something larger.

More like a long hook.

- Like a gaff.
- What's a gaff?

Oh, actually it's a long hook.

Anglers use them.

Abraham Sifo had one.

Morris would be so cross.

With you?

With me, the customers, the council.

Well, when the Council man came
to talk about redoing the hut,

he flew into a rage.

Sounds like Morris
was quite territorial.

Well, he only built it eight years ago.

Miss Crawford, was there anything else?

There was.
I remembered, I'd seen

one of those people
from yesterday before.

Who?

Ah, Detective Steed.

I do so like it when young men
come calling.

Mrs. Holdstock.

Babs Crawford just informed us

that you camped here a few weeks ago.

Yes, I did.

Yesterday you said
you'd never been here before.

I recall what I actually said
was that I usually look

for somewhere I haven't been before.

Leading us to believe that
it was your first time here.

Really, Ms. Fisher, I can't be
held responsible

for what you believe.

Oops!
That's my kettle.

Toodle-oo.

Have you got any whiskey?

Don't you?

Not anymore.

Underneath.

A-ha!

There's ice if you want it.

Or not.

Irene!

Got you!

Well, a fish didn't do that.

I dropped it.

But I thought you took
great care of your fishing gear.

Mistakes happen.

Oh, and there's this.

It's from the archives.

"Mrs. Irene Dunnet
at Kew Methodist Church

annual concert with
church leader Abraham Sifo."

You lied about knowing the name Dunnet.

You were her pastor.

To her doom and my shame.

Irene came to me

and told me
her husband had mistreated her.

- Mm?
- She wanted to leave,

but I told her
marriage was a sacrament.

That it was her duty to endure.

To forgive.

What, so she stayed?

She stayed.

She listened to my condescending
arrogance and stayed and he...

More than one innocent has suffered

because of Morris Dunnet.

After that, I no longer
trusted my calling

and I left the church.

"More than one
innocent suffered."

- What does that mean?
- Well, I thought that

he was talking about himself,
but now I wonder.

So Abraham feels responsible
that Irene stayed with Morris,

despite the violence.
That's a motive.

Now of course he maintains that
he was only fishing yesterday,

but I'm pretty certain it was his gaff

- that made that hole in the...
- Who're you talking to, Steed?

Ah, just airing a theory to myself.

Ha!
First sign of madness, mate.

I thought that you were meeting
a CI, sir.

Yeah, it's cooler than I thought.

Peregrine?

Oh.

Morris Dunnet's defense ran the line

that Irene could have been
murdered by one of her students.

"More than one
innocent suffered."

- Here you are.
- Thanks.

You have a brother, don't you?

Emlyn.

Morris Dunnet implicated him
in Irene Dunnet's disappearance.

He said that he caught Emlyn
hanging around

after his guitar lesson,
that he was obsessed with her.

With her music, not her.

He just loved to listen to her play.

People said that Emlyn
was slow and stupid,

but he was gentle.

A gentle soul.

Was?

After Mr. Dunnet accused Emlyn,

people harassed him.

Called him terrible names.

Spat at him.

He was confused, terrified.

He stepped in front of a tram.

Oh.

We'd had lessons with Miss Quinn
even before she got married,

so Mr. Dunnet knew Emlyn.

He knew he was harmless,
he just picked on him

because he knew he couldn't fight back.

Come through now please, Suzie.

Hang on, what did you say
Mrs. Dunnet's maiden name was?

Yes, Irene was my sister.

Why didn't you mention
that Morris Dunnet

was your brother-in-law?

Because I don't want anything
to do with that bastard.

He killed my beautiful sister,

and I never even got to say goodbye.

- He was acquitted of her murder.
- Oh, he killed her.

Everyone knew it.

And yesterday, somebody killed him.

Good.

But it wasn't me.

I hadn't seen him in years.

And I was on the water the whole time.

But I tell you what.

I'd like to buy a drink
for whoever did him in.

What makes you so sure he did it?

'Cause a jury didn't seem to think so.

Because, Detective, I saw
what he did to my sister.

And I did everything I could
to get her away from him.

But he got her in the end.

Like he always told her he would.

Maybe Frank stole the boat,
hid it around the river bend,

and then he and Suzie murdered Morris.

But then there's the gaff hole.

And Mrs. Holdstock swears
that Frank stayed on the river

and Suzie stayed near the caravan.

Peregrine?

- Why are we doing this?
- What?

Morris Dunnet was an awful person.

He abused Irene for years
and then he killed her.

- He was...
- Yes, I know he was acquitted.

But there's the law and
then there's what happened.

And they're not always the same.

Maybe Morris being killed is justice.

It's not justice.

Well, he's not the type of
victim that I stand for.

Well, unfortunately, Peregrine,
I don't have the luxury

of choosing which victims
that I stand for.

She's been working her way

through the booze cabinet.

Okay.

Maybe Abraham and Frank
did it together.

- Mm.
- Or with Babs.

Yeah, but why the chloroform?

'Cause two blokes, especially
one the size of Abraham Sifo,

could just easily overpower Morris.

- Just...
- Doesn't make sense?

You and Sally seem very suited.

Suited?

Both country kids,
hardworking, reliable.

Both a bit, you know...

- Conservative?
- Traditional.

Boring. Oh!

I prefer traditional, Birdie.

Well, you're not gonna
make me drink alone, are you?

Ah, I think I'm fine.

I'll have one.

Traditional country boys
should be tucked up in bed

at this hour.

You in?

You know, I think I can handle
a couple of drinks.

Come on, who wants to dance?

How much has he had?

That's his second.

Birdie, come on.

Come on, Birdie.

You've got to be joking.

Absolutely I am... I'm not.
I'm not joking.

You are expected to dance
with me to this exact song.

Detective Steed, I dance
in very specific circumstances,

and I can assure you,
not when I am this sad.

- Oh, go on.
- No.

Birdie, that is exactly why
you should dance.

I'm okay!

Come on.

Alright.
Alright, fine!

Ah, yeah!

That's it!

Yeah!

No more-a mozzarella

Go, Birdie!

We need one more!

Oh, no.

Come on.

Come on.

- Shepherd's pie.
- Mm-hmm!

Aren't you a delicious little sweetie.

But I'm afraid Steed has vamooshed.

Oh.

Where?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Right.

Well, never mind.

Chief Superintendent, you have this.

Oh, no, I could not possibly...

Well, well, only because
I was raised to hate waste.

He's a surprisingly good dancer
for a policeman.

He's not bad.

A little less boring than I thought.

And maybe for a minute
I was a little less sad.

Goodnight, Birdie.

Goodnight, Peregrine.

Oh, wait.

It's not fair, Peregrine.

No, it's not.

Oh, it probably wouldn't have worked.

Different people,
different worlds and...

I'd have probably thrown him out
after a month.

He could be such a pill.
But...

But maybe I would have
held him to the end.

And now I'll never know.

And that really is not fair.

My foolish pride

whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop

If you're not ready...

No, no.

The dead are not a possession
to be kept close forever.

It's time to let him go.

You two go on.
I'll just be a minute.

Where did you hide the key
to the booze cabinet?

Oh, that's very good.

You still picked the lock
though, didn't you?

Oh, of course.

Hi.

Hello.

Are you alright?

You know, since I met Morris,

I've barely left this river.

He never let me go anywhere.

Never wanted to leave the hut himself.

I don't know what to do
with myself anymore.

Whatever you want.

Oh, that's pretty groovy.

That was a gift from Morris.

It's the only nice thing
he's ever given me.

I've thought about selling it,

but it's probably a fake, isn't it?

Still, Mrs. Holdstock
admired it too.

When she was here a few weeks ago.

Said it reminded her
of someone she loved.

- Detective Steed.
- The newspaper,

the one with the picture
of Irene and Abraham.

Have you got it?

Yeah, hang on.

Peregrine, um, last night.

I didn't, um...
I didn't do anything?

You were a perfect country boy.

Mm.

I got it.

Ah, Irene's wearing a ring.

Can you describe it for me?

Sort of angular.
It's modern.

Central stone.

It's quite distinctive.

Yes. Yes, it is.

James, I know what happened.

Meet me at the boat hire.

I...

The reason that I've asked you
all here today starts with you,

Mrs. Holdstock.

Me?

- How thrilling.
- Peregrine?

It was a coincidence that
you camped here a few weeks ago.

But when you met Babs,

you straight away noticed
her very distinctive ring.

A ring that you knew once
belonged to Irene Dunnet.

And you knew that because
you were her house cleaner,

weren't you?

Peregrine.

Morris Dunnet,

the man who got away with
Irene's murder,

what carrying on his nasty ways

with yet another vulnerable woman.

So you got in touch
with her grieving brother...

What the hell are you doing?

...her guilt-stricken pastor
and her devoted pupil,

whose own brother was another one

of Morris Dunnet's innocent victims.

Four people who all wanted
to kill Morris Dunnet.

On the day of the murder,
Mr. Sifo,

you arrived here
early enough to steal a dinghy.

When Morris went to look for it,
you followed him,

Suzie, with your camera, to lure
him towards the stolen boat.

There was a risk
that he might recognize you,

but he hadn't seen you
since you were 14.

Meanwhile, Abraham came back
and Frank rode in on his scull.

Mrs. Holdstock, you make
your own cleaning products.

You knew how to make chloroform.

The dinghy would sink downstream.

Nobody would know where Morris
had sailed away to,

and his body wouldn't be found
until long after you'd all left.

And that would have happened

if my friend Samuel
hadn't hooked Morris's body

while you were all still at the river.

What are you digging for?

I know what she's digging for.

Morris built this shed eight years ago,

right after Irene disappeared.

Oh, God.

Help me?

This was Irene's.

How did you know?

A body that was never found

and a controlling man
who lost his temper

when the council threatened
to knock down his shed.

Thank you, dear.

Can I remind you all that
a human life has been taken.

Quite right.
And someone has to pay.

I'm an old woman whose dicky
heart will give out any day.

- So it seems fair that it be me.
- What?

- No.
- Mrs. Holdstock, no!

Years I spent watching that man

abuse, beat, terrorize Irene.

I've always wished
that I'd done something.

And now I have. I killed him.

No, that's not how it works.

That is not justice.

Oh, Detective.

Who here can look at what he did
to her and not call it justice?

One cold-case murder solved,

and another tied up
with a signed confession.

Good result.

I don't think it's what happened, sir.

Steed, you want some advice?

Not really, no.

You don't get many gift horses
in this life,

so when one trots up, be grateful

and don't look
too closely at its teeth.

Sally!

- Hey.
- What's all that about?

It's just work stuff.

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

It's all just sort of caught up
with me lately.

It's alright.

I know how your job
can take over sometimes.

- Oh, I got you.
- Ah!

I've got a handkerchief
in here somewhere...

I've got mine. It's fine.

Where's your watch?

No, I... I must have...
left that at home.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sally, come on up.

Sorry to drop by unannounced.

No, not at all.

Ah, what can I do for you?

I won't keep you.

It's just that Jim has
misplaced the watch I gave him

and I wondered if
he'd left it here last night.

Oh, um...

Ah, there it is.

Oh, we were working on a case.

Of course.

Peregrine, I trust Jim.

We have a very close relationship.

In fact, has he mentioned
that I'm selling my house

and moving to Melbourne?

No.
But oh, wow, how exciting.

Isn't it.

I'll show myself out.

What are you looking at?

We were through

Pat Ainsley.

I still can't believe that you guys

agreed to play a private party.

Only for a mint bird like you.

He's rather attractive.

Be a very pleasant way
to forget about James.

- James who?
- Peregrine.

Oh, I wasn't expecting
to see you... both!

You threw my marriage proposal
right back into my face.

I just wanted to slow things down.

I didn't want to break up altogether.

What is the difference?

Oh.

You know, you're not a bad-
looking woman in the lamplight.

I want to ask a question to Samuel.

Come on, go out with me.

You impress my friends
with a killer show tonight

and I will think about it.

Oh, sorry, excuse me.

Happy New Year!