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Sorry, ladies, but

you know what my son is like.

Well, now no more.

I have changed my will.

Don't worry, Lela, I have

made sure you will be well looked after.

Is that why I'm here? To witness the will?

Yes.

You have been an excellent neighbour, Flora,

and, I will miss your beautiful face.

Where shall I sign?

Where the pages are marked.

When do you go?

Soon.

I'm going to a penthouse in Paris.

It is a long been a dream of mine.

I can give you the address, if you're ever in town.

Lela! Make a note of our address for Flora.

Lela's going with you?

Yes, madam.

Is it okay if I leave now?

I will post this to my... solicitor in the morning.

The owner was keen for a very quick sale.

Extra keen when I told him he had a cash buyer.

Even let us decorate the place before he's vacated.

Well, that's jolly nice of him.

And remember, darling...

We've got a very important client

renting the place for the whole summer.

They arrive in two weeks, so time is of the essence.

Darling, you didn't tell me it was gonna be this big.

People with your stupendous skills

will have it fixed up in no time.

I'm going to need help.

Well, then, we'll get some.

Well, I suppose you're right.

Do you remember the time

I chose the same wallpaper

as John Collins for the downstairs loo.

That, that sound like...

Like a gun shot.

Please, darling, um...

Wait for me.

It might be dangerous.

♪ Do you remember ♪

♪ The first time that my eyes ♪

♪ Set on you ♪

♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪

♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪

♪ The road is a long one ♪

♪ I was only passing through ♪

♪ I was only ♪

♪ Passing through ♪♪

Bonjour.

Don't say it.

I'm noy sayin' anythin'.

God forbid I insult the immortal Madeline.

She's just not very good on hills, that's all.

Not very good on hills?

We going that slow at one point,

I thought we were goin' backwards.

"Thanks for the lift, Dom." "You're welcome, Jean."

I'm sorry.

We really are in the middle of nowhere, aren't we?

No ones going to hear your screams out here are they?

Apparently, they didn't.

Right. How do you get in?

Over here.

Jean, thank you for getting here so quickly.

There has been a--

Darling, I said to Jeremy.

I've watched too many episodes

of The Housewives of New Jersey

not to know a gunshot when I hear one.

What are you two doin' here?

We bought the place. As a small investment.

How awful.

I don't think it will look too bad

once I've worked my magic.

Victim Monsieur Robert Coste, shot in the back.

The body has been taken away for autopsy.

- Was it a robbery? - We don't know for sure.

Can I have a word, Jean?

Y-yeah, of course. Yeah.

Do you like the house, Dom?

Yeah.

I will say it again.

Thank you for your statements, but now

you must leave immediately. This is a crime scene.

Well, maybe we should come back later, darling.

When the police have finished.

A couple of hours won't matter.

Days. Not hours.

Alright.

I understand.

You are doing a very good job.

Those yoga classes are really paying off, darling.

Namaste.

Namaste, indeed.

The reason I called you, Jean...

The victim...

Was clutching this.

Peacock pendant.

1930's. Mass produced.

It looked like it could be of interest.

Not really. You can pick 'em up for 20 euros.

And the key?

Maybe... to a drawer in a bureau.

Okay, well, thank you.

We are going to set up an incident room here.

You know, seeing as were in the middle of nowhere.

Very wise.

I'm about to interview the housekeeper.

Miss Lela Grech. You are very welcome to join me.

Of course. And when we finished...

Do you mind if I have a look around

and see if I can find a lock to this key?

I was hoping you would.

There you go, Ms. Grech.

Thank you.

Please, call me Lela.

23 years is a lifetime. It is quite shock.

I understand.

It is true.

Sometimes he could be grumpy. But we got along very well.

Your official job title?

Housekeeper.

Although I was obviously more than that.

It was also part of my job

to make sure that the food was healthy

and that he took his medication regularly.

If it was up to him, he would end up eating only

quiche Lorraine and potatoes.

Does anyone else live here?

Sometimes.

Pardon?

Eric, his son.

And how old is Eric?

He is in his 40s.

And still at home?

Yes.

Was he here last night?

He wasn't when I left.

I wouldn't know if he came back here.

I can't see the house from my cottage.

And where is your cottage?

At the bottom of the garden.

But Eric mainly lives here?

A lot of the time.

He has quiet the...

Joie De Vivre.

He and his father were always arguing.

- What about? - Money.

Eric never has any.

But I'm sure he wouldn't go with this far.

Did anyone else visit Monsieur Coste last night?

Yes, Flora. She lives nearby.

We both witnessed his new will.

Where is this new will?

I-I don't know.

Where were you this morning at 9:30?

I was at my cottage cleaning.

And you didn't hear the gunshot?

I always have my earphones in when I'm cleaning.

I didn't know anything was wrong until I saw the police car.

Very good.

Miss Grech, I would like you to stay home

until our inquiries are complete.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Right.

I've got a housekeeper that didn't see anything,

an inherent son still living at home in his 40s

and a mysterious will we can't find.

I'm sure this key must be the answer to everything.

Never get the eyes right, do they?

What?

Taxidermist.

Everything's fine till they get to the eyes.

Mind you, if I was being stuffed,

that's how my eyes would react I think.

A secretary desk, now that looks interesting.

And the key could be for that.

Yeah... It could be.

I bet it's got a secret compartment.

See, you've got to think about the Roentgens.

- Who? - The Roentgen.

What?

Father and son cabinet makers of the 17th century.

I thought you were swearing at me.

Abraham and David Roentgen.

Absolute trailblazers.

Mavericks in mechanical ingenuity.

In fact, David went on to be the cabinet maker

of Marie Antoinette.

Hey, did you know that the champagne saucer

was actually modelled on Mary Antoinette left--

- Urban legend. - Really?

Yeah, well, champagne glasses have been around since 1663.

Marie Antoinette wasn't born till 1755, so you know.

Well.

Sorry.

Right.

I'm sure this was the key to that drawer.

More drawers in there.

Well.

Pre 19th century before there were banks,

secret compartments in desks were

where people had all the documents.

Really?

Springs were another trick.

If you pressed in the right place

then you could release a secret drawer.

Hang on.

Whoa.

- That's brilliant. - Yeah.

Is that a will in there?

No.

Hey, that's still brilliant though, isn't it?

That's worth a few bub.

No, it's reproduction.

Too much parquetry, not enough marquetry and...

Yeah. No dovetail joints.

Yeah, yeah, that's, that's what I was thinking. Yeah.

Hey. Can I have a go at that?

Yeah.

Course.

Sorry, phone.

Umm..

Um, I gotta take this outside.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Jeremy, are you okay?

This is absolutely disgraceful.

It is our house.

Dominic, you're on speakerphone.

Judith would like to--

Dominic, can you hear me?

Loud and clear, Judith. Yes.

I'll deal with this, Judith.

Can you hear me, Dominic?

Yes, Jeremy.

Good. Now, listen.

Judith has come up with a plan

which I think might just work.

You want me to do what?

Come on, old chap.

Whatever you normally get, I'll triple it.

I can't say fairer than that.

Look, I'm might be a bit skint at the moment but...

Alright, quadruple it?

Go on, then. I'll come over and see you later.

I think I found where this key belongs.

Really?

This is a Burmese sewing box circa 1880.

I think that's the connection.

The peacock.

It's the national symbol of Myanmar used to be Burma?

- Have I missed anythin'? - No, no, watch this. Watch this.

This is a big house, Jean.

I think we might need to look a little more.

Yeah.

Hey. It's here somewhere.

Yeah.

♪ Sweetheart you really got me ♪

♪ Spinin' around in a world called silence ♪

♪ Sweetheart you really got me ♪

♪ Holdin' on to what went wrong my love ♪♪

That song just gets better and better.

Its a whole lot better if you pair it with headphones.

You're right, it does.

Hi, I'm Cooper.

- Great name. - Well, back atcha.

Yeah, your glorious Gloria.

I am.

Nial down at the korone said you

might be able to take a look at my car.

What's the problem?

Well, I think it might be the starter.

I'm gonna need a professional opinion.

Timings great.

I'm free this afternoon. I'll take a look.

Are you sure?

Won't Mr. Glorious Gloria mind?

Who?

That is my completely inarticulate

way of asking If you are single.

I might be.

Well, I'll let you decide.

And I look forward to seeing you again in a few hours...

Glorious Gloria.

Right.

Hey.

Really great album.

Papa!

Eric, I presume that you really need to calm down because--

Please, please, don't hurt him.

Don't hurt him. Eric...

Please. Please, let him go, I am here now.

Eric.

- Alright? - Yeah.

Come here.

The serendipity fair?

Yes.

Um, I've got to go.

Have you got a bookin'?

- Yeah. - Here they go.

Actually, um, I'll pop up with you. I-I've got to make a call.

Sorry, I've got to go, Jean.

Like I said, work is really slow at the moment.

No, it's great. It's fine.

I was saying to Glo the other day,

if the taxi business doesn't pick up soon,

I'm gonna have to spell my trip to Mars.

Heaven forbid.

- See ya. - See ya!

Um, so

how you gettin' on with him?

Gendarme Richard is keeping watch.

Eric is a very troubled man.

Yeah, I worked that one out.

Right, the only person we've got left

to interview is the neighbour.

"Flora Marshall."

- Would you like to come? - Yeah.

I got a few thoughts.

Let's walk and talk.

A friend of mine runs the

Serendipity Fair at Toulouse.

It's ticket only so it should be pretty easy

to find out whether his alibi stands up.

Good, now, it's clear there is something not right

between Eric and his father.

Well, that's one way of putting it.

Eric's got the strongest motive.

I'm assuming he will inherit all his father's fortune.

Yes.

I spoke to his solicitor this morning

and Eric will inherit everything.

But what's in that new Will?

We have to find it.

Here we are.

What does that mean?

It is not really translatable.

It means, "The happiness

of meeting again after a long time."

Sort of.

That's lovely, that.

Right.

Let me get this straight

you want me to measure up the entire place

where someone's just been murdered

so you can decorate quicker?

In two weeks time I've got Madam Reme Benson arriving.

She's heavily invested in one of my projects,

and we've rented our new home

to her for the whole summer.

Who's Reme Benson?

Someone I don't wanna mess with.

I promised her the house.

And a daughter's holding a wedding party and all the family

are arriving from all over France.

It's such bad timing.

Yeah, it's not great timing for the fella

that got shot though either, is it?

Can you not just put her off?

Dominic, you do not put off Reme Benson.

It's a bit intrusive, isn't it?

Dominic, we own the house.

Yes. You own the house where a man was shot last night.

Hang on. Someone was shot

and you're renting the place out to some well dodgy woman.

I don't like the sound of this.

I'll give you 2000 euros.

You can't buy-- How much?

That's how much we need you, Dominic.

Our man on the inside.

Just one thing.

Don't mention this to Jean.

You honestly think I was gonna mention

the fact I'm using our friendship

to measure up a crime scene for wallpaper?

- 2000 euros. - That's what I said.

I am not happy, but I am skint so, yes, I'll do it.

Dominic, thank you.

Good show old chap!

- Tea. - Thanks.

Thank you.

When did you last see Robert Coste?

Last night around 9:30.

He'd asked me to come and witness

the signing of his new will.

And do you know what was in his new will?

I've no idea.

He'd had a bit of a row with Eric.

I signed it and left, I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

How was he when you left?

Drunk.

As always.

Who's that?

That's my grandfather. French on my mother's side.

He actually fought in both World Wars.

I'm so very proud of him.

You must be.

And how awful fighting in one horrific war and then

a few years later, fighting in another one.

- Heya. - Heya!

Coming along the accent, isn't it?

Thanks, love.

Right.

Do you mind if I wait for Jean in here?

Of course. You can keep me company.

Right.

Hello.

Umm.

That's pretty.

Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, mate.

No need to talk to her like that.

Is everything alright?

Caron, I've had a call. Got a minute?

My friend that runs the serendipity fair in Toulouse...

There was no ticket booked under the name of Eric Coste.

Maybe he used a different name?

Why?

I-I'll stay here.

- Find that will. - Of course.

I'm runnin' out of options here.

Of course.

Dom.

- Dom! - Hey!

- What are you doing? - Tripped over.

- Are you alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Just my plantar fasciitis playing up, you know.

Its that painful that. Are you sure you're alright?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. What's all the shouting about?

I think I found out what the key is for.

Really?

A chained book.

Like in Harry Potter.

Well, yes

they go back to medieval times.

The first time I saw one of these

was in the Bodleian Library in Oxford.

How did you work that out?

It was the peacock pendant.

What does a peacock got to do with the Bible?

In the ancient world,

Christians thought the peacock was a symbol of heaven.

So Christianity, plus a peacock equals...

The best selling book ever!

Harry Potter.

- The Bible. - The Bible's. Bible, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, well, should we see what's inside?

Yeah!

Yes!

It's gotta be in French, isn't it?

Give it here then.

Might not speak it that well but I can read it smashin'.

- Can ya? - Ya, ya.

I do all the paperwork for the businesses

in French all the time over there.

Right.

Headlines.

Eric gets nothin'!

What?!

Have you released Eric yet? I found the Will.

Yes, we had to. We had no evidence.

Well, you have now.

Eric gets nothin'!

I'll be straight over.

So his father left Eric with nothing.

I bet that's what they were arguing about.

It's got to be Eric, he's got no alibi.

The ballistic report says the bullet was fired

from a gun made in 1892.

Maybe an antique he stole off his father?

I don't know. But I know one thing...

He will be coming back for this Will.

He will want this destroyed.

Let's clear the house

of police and set up a trap.

I guarantee he will be back tonight.

Can I come?

Never been on stakeout.

A mechanic with clean hands?

I often wonder whether I shouldn't bother?

More authentic.

How do you mean?

They say you should never trust a skinny chef.

I wonder if it's the same for a mechanic with clean hands.

Did you find out what the problem was?

- The battery needed charging. - Really?

Don't worry, love. We've all done it.

Should be fine now.

You have a wide range of musical taste, Glorious Gloria.

I like to think of myself as delightfully diverse.

Chet Baker, to Barry Manilow.

That's certainly diverse.

So...

You new in these parts?

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a Western?

It's your accent.

Well.

I set up a new business in San footwall.

Divorced after 25 years and needed a fresh start.

Pastures new.

Well, you've got very good taste in pastures.

Did I just make yourself sound like a dairy cow?

Could I take you out for dinner?

I'd love to.

- But can I ask you a question? - Sure.

Are you asking me out to dinner because you fancy me

and not just because I have great taste in music?

How do you mean?

The last bloke who seemed to be flirting

sent me a love song that I thought

was a statement of intent.

Turns out he just wanted me to listen

to the chord progression in verse three.

Umm.

I am asking you out to dinner because

you have great taste in music.

Right.

And because I think you are gorgeous.

Pick you up tomorrow at 7:00?

Lovely.

My new business.

Don't worry. Your credit is good.

See you tomorrow.

God.

- You alright? - Where've you been?

I must have had a bad oyster for lunch I think.

Oysters for lunch get you?

Of course.

What exactly were you doing in your neighbour's house?

Staying silent doesn't help anyone.

Especially not you, Miss Marshall.

Can I say something?

Go on.

I can't believe I didn't notice it before.

You and Eric are in a relationship, aren't you?

Don't be ridiculous.

Come on, Flora. Don't be coy.

I remember thinking, "What beautiful bracelet.."

When we interviewed you and I wondered

where have I seen that before?

And you kindly answered my question.

When you smashed Eric's mom's photograph.

Emeralds and diamonds, very beautiful.

He must really love you.

He had his mother's necklace made into a bracelet for me.

Robert was a cruel, cruel man.

He had no idea about us.

Arrogant fool thought had a chance with me.

I had to do something about the new Will for Eric.

I saw my chance...

And I took it.

Eric's mother died in childbirth.

And Robert has been blaming Eric his entire life.

Not once giving him the chance

to be the man he is so capable of being.

All the belittling and patronizing.

It's really hard to see that man...

That you love...

Being treated like a child.

So where did you get the gun from?

It was you that shot him? Wasn't it?

Was it your grandfather's?

The modell 1892.

Was used by the French army for both World Wars.

Miss Marshall...

So on that night

You did see where he put the Will.

I did.

He thought I'd already left.

Drunken idiot.

I came back the next morning.

So why don't you just take the key

and get the new Will when you shot him?

I did try and get the key.

But his grip...

It was so tight. Like stone.

I just couldn't loosen his hand.

Excuse me.

- What's goin' on? - One moment, Jean.

Et Voila!

The reason Flora could not release his grip

is because rigor mortis had already begun.

But she shot him.

Yes, she did shoot him but he was already dead.

The toxicology reports say there was an

unusually high amount of "ramipril" in his blood.

What's that?

Ramipril is, blood pressure medication.

So he killed himself?

I don't think someone as arrogant

as Robert Coste would kill himself.

So he was killed twice.

I am so glad you have caught his killer.

He didn't deserve to die like that.

Shocking, really.

I went to prepare his dinner yesterday evening. Such a habit.

I'm sure.

What can I do for you?

We just need to tie up some loose ends.

Of course.

You told us that you administered

all of Robert Coste's medication.

Yes.

No one has ever had it. Not even Robert.

So you were the only one who ever gave him his medicine?

Yes!

I even bought him one of those boxes that measure out the days.

But he said the letters were too small.

So I bought him reading glasses.

But he was too vain to wear them!

The early autopsy reports

show four times the amount of blood pressure medication.

That is what killed him.

Not the gunshot.

But you know that already, don't you, Lela?

Lela... it's over.

Why did you do it?

Because he was constantly playing his mind games with me.

One week, it was fabulous, the next week he was vile.

If I ironed the shirt the wrong way or if

the food didn't taste the way he wanted it to...

He would use it as a reason to bully me.

But why now?

After all these years?

Paris!

He wanted me to move with him to Paris.

Can you imagine that?

Being cooped up in a penthouse, in the middle

of a city I didn't know with that monster?

I couldn't bear it.

The clock was ticking.

I decided to stop the nonsense.

Peacefully end his life

and secure my future thanks to his new will.

He would have passed within hours.

He was an ill man

and the huge drinker.

Nobody would have called for an

autopsy if he hadn't been shot.

I sort of feel sorry for Lela.

I mean, that Robert sounded like a right nightmare.

Dom, she killed a man in cold blood, come on.

Yeah, I know that.

The sheer bullying she had to put up with over the years.

Watching him treat Eric like that

when she couldn't do anything about it.

Awful!

There's always another way out, isn't it?

She didn't think so.

Well, I'm sure the courts will take

her circumstances under consideration.

Hey, you know what's bugging me?

Where was Eric on the morning of the murder?

That's a joke of it,

he was flogging the family silver,

outside the serendipity fair.

Well, why didn't he just say that?

Save us all this trouble?

He wasn't thinking straight.

He probably thought the flogging stolen goods

will get him into more trouble.

God knows where his head was at.

I don't understand why people can't just be honest.

I must admit, I didn't think we'd manage

it all in one day, darling.

Just the soft furnishings and we're done.

It was all down to your exquisite planning,

my darling, and and of course,

our man on the inside, so to speak.

I rather enjoyed doing some work.

Do you know I painted a whole skirting board today.

The man only had to fill in a tiny little bit I'd missed.

Watching you brush away

caught me quite hot under the collar, I must say.

Did it now?

Well, I could always keep the overalls on later.

Be still my beating heart.

Mwah!

- Cheers! - Cheers.

Are we celebrating something?

Indeed we are!

And if you've got any spare medals

they should go to Sir Dom of--

Jeremy, we've said we wouldn't.

Come on, Dominic.

Credit where credit's due.

One day, and we've made the house look fantastic!

Jeremy, please.

And we couldn't have done it without his inside information.

Well, you see, Jean, while you were dealing

with that nasty murder

Dominic took all the measurements.

He did all the prep. So my team just waltzed in and Viola!

I'm doing French again.

Did he?

Thanks.

Jean! Jean!

Look, I'm sorry but they paid me a fortune.

I didn't think I was doing any harm, what is the problem?

Dom, you took unauthorized photos of a crime scene

potentially contaminating evidence.

If this get's out, I'm in big trouble!

I-I wasn't thinking about that,

I was just thinking about the money.

I'd have given you the money if you needed it.

Me! You only had to ask!