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[ Sizzling ]

You all might have top-class credentials from the Far East,

but you've been allowed into Australia

to cook for Australians,

and that's a whole new kettle of fish.

So, for this Peking duck,

off with the duck's head straight up and into the bin.

Aussies don't like to look their food in the eye.

Hey, you can't waste that.

What about braised duck head, Mr. King, hmm?

That's "Chef" to you.

And no way, Jose. Not in this country.

Mr. Wu, I've run restaurants all over the world,

and if there's one thing I know,

it's to give the locals what they want,

forget the chili, and go easy on the garlic.

Nobody wants to be surrounded by a bunch of people

whose breath smells like a Chinaman's armpit.

-[ Speaking Mandarin ] -Oi.

This is Australia, mate.

You want to work in a restaurant run by me,

you speak English.

[ Scoffs ]

Might take you another lifetime, eh, Mr. Chung Li?

This way, ladies. Come through.

-Hello, darling. -GRAHAM: Hello, dumpling.

"Easy Entertaining."

Lesson one is all about spending less time in the kitchen

and having more fun away from it.

Tennis mornings, ikebana, lunch with your girlfriends,

making yourself delectably desirable

for hubby's arrival home.

[ Laughter ]

Or anyone else you might be entertaining.

-[ Laughter ] -See? Isn't that pretty?

-WOMAN: Mm. -Now let's see

how my cheese straws are going.

-Ah. -WOMAN #2: Oh!

Ah, perfect.

GRAHAM: I asked for six cabbages. I've got three.

The other day, I asked for two boxes of potatoes.

I got one. This keeps happening.

Lucy, love, I can't keep working like this.

Rita is always given enough money.

I don't know what's happening at that market garden.

I didn't come down in the last shower.

This place is losing money,

and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.

Chefs, please clean up.

Let's go to lunch.

[ Speaking Mandarin ]

[ The Newbeats' "Bread and Butter plays ]

[ Cabinets open ]

[ Cabinets close ]

MEN: * He likes bread and butter *

* He likes toast and jam *

* That's why his baby feeds him *

* He's her loving man *

MAN: * Well, I like bread and butter *

-* I like toast and jam * -Oh.

* That's why my baby feeds me *

* I'm her loving man *

MEN: * He likes bread and butter *

* He likes toast and jam *

* That's why his baby feeds him *

* He's her loving man *

MAN: * Well, she don't cook mashed potatoes *

* She don't cook T-bone steaks *

* She don't feed me peanut butter *

* She knows that I can't take *

MEN: * He likes bread and butter *

* He likes toast and jam *

[ Doorbell rings ]

-Samuel. -Lucy.

[ Smooches ]

LUCY: I've set us up on the terrace.

I'm so glad we honor my beautiful sister

with this ritual, Samuel.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

[ Chuckles ] She chose well when she chose you for a husband.

She was always so happy.

I was, uh -- I was just saying to my friend Violetta --

You remember her?

-Violetta? -Yes.

You've met her at the Adventuresses' Club

-a couple of times. -No, I don't think so.

She's a remarkable woman.

Actually, she and I

-have become -- -Excuse me, Samuel.

I've left the rice wine in the cold store.

Oh. Yeah, of course.

Of course.

LUCY: [ Screams ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Screaming ]

Lucy, what is it?

LUCY: [ Wailing ]

Good God!

Lucy made some terrible decisions after Daphne died,

-and this was one of them. -The cooking school?

Oh, not the cooking school exactly.

It was joining forces with Graham King

and his wife, Shirley.

They ran this dreadful restaurant in Hong Kong,

and when that went bust, they came back here,

claiming to know everything about Chinese cooking.

-But they don't? -No!

Lucy does, of course.

And have you always kept in touch with her?

Well, Samuel's her brother-in-law,

and I've always regarded her as family,

-so that's why we're here. -[ Siren wailing ]

PEREGRINE: Mm.

BIRDIE: Lucy?

-Lucy! -Thank you, Bruce.

Um, check on the students for me, please.

Certainly.

Hello, Bruce.

-Ms. Birnside. -BIRDIE: Oh.

-Oh, Lucy. -[ Sobs ]

Oh, are you all right?

Oh, gosh, this is awful. Aw.

-Ohh. -LUCY: I'm fine.

Samuel's been my rock, as always.

Yes.

This is Peregrine Fisher.

She's Phryne's niece and our new private investigator.

Your aunt was such a dear friend of mine.

Well, then she'd want me to solve this for you.

-I'd better make it official. -No, no, no, no, no!

Lucy, we are not going to charge you for this.

-I have to repay you somehow. -No. No, no, no.

How about cooking classes?

-No, that's not necessary. -Oh, that's not a bad idea.

Because that would get you in here under the radar.

PEREGRINE: [ Laughs ]

Do I really -- Do I really need to cook?

Did Aunt Phryne cook?

Oh, well...

Well, she was a gourmand, wasn't she, Lucy?

She certainly knew everything about international cuisine.

Cooking's not really my thing.

Well, it'll do you good.

You can't survive on breakfast cereal forever.

And we do all levels, from bride-to-be beginners

to master classes with expert chefs.

Maybe beginners, without the bride-to-be bit.

I should say so.

Welcome to King's Academy of Fine Cuisine.

-Samuel. -Peregrine.

Oh, what an awful thing to have happened.

Well, it's Lucy that I'm worried about.

This academy is her whole life.

Have you got any idea who could be behind this?

SAMUEL: Only what I told Detective Steed.

Graham was an easy man to dislike.

Not that he deserved a meat cleaver.

Rita.

Samuel.

Um, just leave that here, Chung Li. Thanks.

Lucy just told me. I can't believe what's happened here.

SAMUEL: Yes, it's horrible. Just horrible.

I haven't seen you in so long. How are you?

RITA: For it to happen today, of all days.

I woke up thinking about Daphne.

She wouldn't have wanted you to be sad.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Samuel.

This is all too much.

-Oh. -Rita is Lucy's stepdaughter.

Lucy raised her, so Daphne was like her big sister.

Losing her must have been horrible.

For both of you.

Yes.

Rita's been through a lot.

-Are you all right? -Hmm?

Oh, of course. Yes, of course.

Well, now you're investigating,

I'll need to finish that new recording device for you.

This place is big, and you can't be everywhere at once.

Well, no, I certainly can't.

-Where's the kitchen? -It's just through there.

Well, I might take this.

Did Mr. King have any personal or financial issues?

Outstanding debts or money owing, that sort of thing?

I just manage the academy's accounts, Detective.

I don't know anything about Mr. King's

-personal or financial life. -JAMES: Mm.

And so, you said you'd been here at the cooking school all day.

Well, I was in the office waiting for Rita Harrington,

but, as usual, she was late.

Is she a student here?

More like her stepmother's charity case.

I mean, she manages the odd job

when she's not lying around the pool.

Why were you meeting with her?

To talk about all the things she gets wrong.

And, uh, things she forgets,

which normally ends up with her in tears

and promising to do better.

-Ah. -There's another one.

New student.

Family friend along for a free ride.

There goes my holiday to Rosebud,

with all this fuss.

Never a dull moment around here.

JAMES: Thank you, Mr. Taylor, for your time.

-Oh, Peregrine! -[ Gasps ] Oh!

JAMES: Wait!

Poor man.

What a horrible way to die.

JAMES: And that meat cleaver wouldn't be hard to come by.

-So probably not premeditated. -[ Siren wailing in distance ]

I agree.

But I did find this.

PEREGRINE: Hm.

[ Sniffs ] Some kind of baking mishap?

I suppose this is a cooking school.

Except it was wrapped in that handkerchief

inside of Graham King's pocket.

Oh. I agree. That could mean something.

There's a lot of agreeing going on here, P.I. Fisher.

Well, we've come a long way, Detective Steed.

Samuel. How's Lucy?

Uh, still in shock, I think.

I just need to gather a few things

to take back to the workshop.

You know, it's, um...

It's Daphne's birthday today, Violetta.

-Oh, I didn't realize. -Mm.

He told me he was having lunch with Lucy, but I --

I didn't ask, and he didn't tell me why.

Oh, don't take it personally.

He hasn't done much talking about Daphne

since the car accident, not even to me.

He told me he thinks that if he was there,

maybe the accident wouldn't have happened.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Oh, well, who knows?

Lucy's stepdaughter, Rita -- She was there,

but she doesn't remember anything.

Daphne was thrown from the car, and Rita, well, she got out

just before the whole thing burst into flames.

-How horrible. -Mm.

I've never met Rita.

I've met Lucy, but not Rita.

Yes, well, we haven't seen a lot of her since the accident.

Oh.

Oh, it's all just so terrible.

We were very close.

I've never even seen a photograph of Daphne.

I'd like to.

Please. I...

I know how much Samuel loved her.

Well, he made me put all the photos away.

What's a photo for if not to remember?

Here we are.

Honeymoon in Rome.

Wedding day.

Oh.

Oh, and this one, yes.

That's Daphne, of course, and that's Rita.

Happier times.

PEREGRINE: Apparently Rita's father came from old money.

He and Lucy were a love match,

but then he died five years after they were married.

-That's tragic. -Mm.

Without a father around,

I think Lucy tried to be everything to Rita.

Well, she doesn't seem the slightest bit concerned

about the fact that her stepmother's business partner's

-just been murdered. -No.

Peregrine. Detective.

Mrs. King's arrived back. She's in the kitchen.

Not in good shape.

Thank you.

[ Sniffles ]

My Graham was a king amongst men.

-My sympathies, Mrs. King. -[ Crying ]

I need to ask you a few questions.

SHIRLEY: [ Sighs ]

Jelly always reminds me of parties.

[ Sobbing ]

JAMES: Where were you at lunchtime?

-I had an appointment. -And who was that with?

Oh, for God's sake, I'm not seriously a suspect?

I had a meeting with the lord mayor.

We discussed a charitable fundraiser.

Was there any reason why someone would want to harm your husband?

Perhaps an ongoing feud

-or an argument -- -Have you got a hankie, hon?

[ Blowing nose ]

[ Breathes deeply ]

Oh, he'd often argue with his students.

Tony Wu's stubborn. Just like Graham.

They were both hotheads

-when it came to food. -Tony Wu?

There were others that got Graham's goat, though.

Like bloody what's-his-name.

Chung Li.

Why did they clash?

SHIRLEY: Because Graham used to take the mickey out of him,

'cause that's what we do here.

You know, Graham would joke about expelling Chung Li.

Told him he'd never understand Australian-Chinese cooking

if he couldn't learn the lingo.

But Chung Li -- no sense of humor.

And did that make Chung Li angry?

Well, he never said anything, but if looks could kill.

You're no chef.

That's him.

Hello, again.

-Oh. Hello. -[ Chuckles ]

It's a terrible thing to have happened.

-Yes, very sad. -Although I heard that...

maybe he wasn't very nice.

Excuse me. Mr. Chung Li.

Detective James Steed.

I need to ask you a few questions.

Yes, Detective, sir.

Tell me, at lunchtime today, where were you?

Me in park, eating.

With pengyou?

With friends?

Uh, no pengyou.

Me only.

I not have pengyou.

Not here.

No friends here.

Thank you, Mr. Li.

-We will need to talk again. -Thank you.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

"Pengyou"?

I didn't know you spoke Chinese.

Oh, my neighbor did.

That's the only word that I remember.

It's a nice word to remember.

Mm.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

My mistake.

Hello.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Birds chirping ]

SPARROW: What the hell? Fisher!

Inspector Sparrow.

You better not be sticking your nose into this investigation.

Oh, no. I'm just learning to cook.

[ Laughs ] Bulldust.

A crime's been committed.

A murder, actually.

And you're just arriving.

You watch yourself, little fish.

My aunt might not be around anymore, but I am.

Don't you underestimate me.

And don't you dare threaten me

or anyone else at the Adventuresses' Club.

-Or what? -Two words --

Madame Lyon.

Should I make it three?

Brothel.

We've still got photographic evidence

that could end your career.

You really want to play this game with me?

Oh, I think I do.

Might get dangerous.

You've been warned.

LUCY: Ladies and gentlemen, although we wish to respect

the memory of Chef King I'm sure he would want you

to continue your careers here in Australia.

So I will be taking Mr. King's classes.

What?! You're gonna keep teaching?

That's correct.

No, no way.

The whole school should be shut down.

Where's the respect?

The students have paid good money for our classes, Shirley.

It is the right thing to do.

Yes, for you, but not for me.

Put a sock in it, Mr. Wu.

That means shut up.

No, I won't shut up.

I paid £100 for this.

Now, I would like to finish

so that I can work and make some money. All of us do.

Shirley, we can't do anything more for Graham now.

You should go home and rest.

And what are you doing with my pickled onions?

LUCY: Miss Fisher is a latecomer to your class.

I'm helping her to catch up.

You? Teaching "Easy Entertaining"? That's a joke.

Takes you all day to cook fried rice.

Shirley, please!

Is everything okay in here?

Mrs. Harrington? Mrs. King?

No, it is not okay.

My husband has been butchered!

We'll sort it out.

Thank you, Detective.

Chef Wu, where is your cleaver?

-My cleaver? What? -Sorry. What did you just say?

Uh, nothing. I, um...

[ Sighs ] My cleaver is missing.

But I swear to you -- I have no idea where it is.

-Come with me, Mr. Wu. -[ Sighs ]

I didn't kill Mr. King.

I didn't like him, but I wouldn't ruin my cleaver

by sticking it in his back.

That is a very cold-blooded attitude, Mr. Wu.

No, these knives are special.

They belonged to my father, and his father before that.

They have my family inside them.

-Do -- Do you understand that? -I do.

Tell me, at lunchtime yesterday, where were you?

Lunchtime. I was shopping.

JAMES: Where?

At the market garden.

Buying my own vegetables with my own money

because they never buy enough here.

Why don't they plant the vegetables here,

with all this land?

They have all this grass, which they water and then mow.

And then what do they do?

Nothing.

They just sit and look at it.

Did you argue about the garden?

Of course. All the time.

Well, from what I've been told about Mr. King,

he didn't like to be told what to do.

He liked to be the boss.

[ Scoffs ] Not a good boss.

He treated most people badly.

Was there anyone in particular?

Mr. Wu?

Rita Harrington.

We all think she is lazy,

but the way Graham treated her...

...it wasn't right.

Graham King got along very well with me.

He liked me a lot.

I was told he was rough with you.

Who told you that?

Well, if you could just answer the question, please.

Graham liked to get a bit too close at times.

Physically, you know?

So he harassed you?

Yes.

And when I tried to tell him I wasn't interested,

he didn't like it.

He'd done it a couple of times before,

-but I couldn't tell Lucy. -Why not?

Because she needed Graham.

Australians would never trust a Chinese woman on her own.

And now that Graham's dead, there's no point

in making a fuss, is there?

So, just to be clear --

Oh, this is all so awful.

I'm feeling quite emotional.

Well, I'll leave you to your rest, then, Miss Harrington.

Thank you for your time.

-[ Up-tempo music plays ] -MEN: * Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Ooh-ooh-ooh *

-* Ooh-ooh-ooh * -[ Sizzling ]

MAN: * Oh-oh, I want you so, oh-oh *

* Oh-oh, you know I do-oo-oo-oo *

* Hold me close... *

No. Not that sauce.

* Love me... *

-No, not again! Ohh! -Oh, burned again?

-PEREGRINE: [ Sighs ] -LUCY: Ohh!

You are very good at finding ways to lag after class.

No, that was a genuine failure.

LUCY: No, no. Wait, Chung Li. Not like that.

* Oh-oh, I love you... *

A little bit. Right.

MEN: * Ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Ooh-ooh-ooh *

* Ooh *

Chung Li.

-Hello. -Hello.

I didn't introduce myself properly yesterday.

My name's Peregrine.

Oh. Your name?

Uh, Perry...

[ Chuckles ] Sorry. I can't say.

Peregrine. It's okay. My Chinese is terrible, too.

[ Both laugh ]

Do you know, um, "dictionary"?

Dictionary.

Yes, but I have none.

Well, I do. My auntie does.

She has a Chinese-English dictionary.

Apparently she had a Chinese admirer.

She has lots of Chinese books, as well.

I miss my books.

At home in China.

Well, you must come to my house.

You can pick up the dictionary and, um,

take as many books as you like.

Yes. Yes. Good.

Here's my address.

What about 6:00 tonight?

-Thank you. -I'll see you later.

Yes. Yes.

[ Vehicle door closes ]

-Xie xie. -[ Speaking Mandarin ]

-Hello. Do you want vegetables? -Good afternoon.

Uh, no, not today.

Ah. Here for some special tea?

Ah, police.

Yes, yes.

We're not here to shop.

We want to ask you some questions about Tony Wu.

Tony Wu?

Yes. Yes.

He want the best.

Was he here at lunchtime yesterday?

MRS. ZHANG: Um, buy for his lunch?

Yes. Yes.

No, not for his lunch, but was he here at lunchtime?

Yes, yes. Maybe.

-Do you mean "yes" or "maybe"? -MRS. ZHANG: Mm-hmm.

Ah, customer.

Um, sorry.

Thank you. Have a nice day.

[ Sighs ]

Well, that was clear as mud.

Yeah.

[ Door closes ]

Mm. Lucy!

Hello!

Rita!

Oh, my goodness!

Oh. Thank you!

Our celebration for Daphne yesterday was interrupted,

so I made a banquet for us all to celebrate.

-SAMUEL: Ah. -Lucy, you didn't tell me.

You -- You said we were just dropping this stuff off. I --

Rita, you haven't seen Samuel in ages.

I can't, I can't. I don't feel well.

I-I'm gonna go wait in the car.

Take your time.

[ Door closes ]

Rita's been on medication for her headaches

since the accident.

For two years?

[ Voice breaking ] I miss Daphne so much.

Lucy. Oh, we're here for you.

But I'm so thankful that she and Samuel brought us together.

BIRDIE: [ Chuckles ]

You two.

-You were such lovebirds. -Yes.

Uh, Lucy, you remember I was telling you...

Uh, this is my friend Violetta.

Good to see you again, Lucy.

And you.

Rita's in the car.

I need to go.

Please...enjoy the food.

It's all right, Samuel.

I can let myself out.

Well!

Can't let this go to waste.

Yes, well, actually, I, um...

I promised Peregrine that I would be at my workshop

at her place, so, uh...

Yes.

Come on. Violetta.

Oh, sorry, Birdie. I'm really not hungry.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

[ Woman singing in native language ]

Happy birthday, darling Daphne.

What the blazes are you two doing?

Sir, we found this in Graham King's pocket.

Now, I believe it to be some --

It's a fortune cookie, you git.

They give 'em to you in Chinese restaurants.

The missus gets one with her takeaway sweet and sour pork.

They've got a message in 'em.

CONNOR: Oh!

Yeah.

What does it say?

Oh, it's all Greek to me.

[ Laughs ]

Here. Have one of these.

[ Chuckles ]

-You read books? -Yes.

Well [Chuckles] not Chinese books, but the others, yes.

You smart.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Smart from books, maybe.

Not smart from school.

I left school as soon as I could.

But you have books to learn.

My father write books.

He say they make him free.

Free from what?

Ah, no matter.

He is passed now.

Oh, I'm sorry.

And now I must finish my chef study.

Do you like it?

Uh...chef school here very expensive.

-Yes. -In China,

my university cost nothing.

-Mm. Oh. -[ Doorbell rings ]

Uh [Chuckles]

Keep looking. Take as many as you like.

JAMES: Hello, Mr. Li.

-Uh, I go now. -No, please stay.

I just have some quick questions for Miss Fisher.

No, I-I must go.

-I will miss my train. -PEREGRINE: Oh.

Goodbye!

Was that suspicious, or was that suspicious?

He panicked as soon as he saw a policeman?

Mm-hmm. Or that he went to university in China.

-Did he? -Well, that's what he said.

Some of the best chefs in the world come from China.

Maybe they need to go to university.

PEREGRINE: But he doesn't seem that well-trained.

Anyway, I'm not actually here to see you.

-Oh! -Samuel said he spoke Chinese?

-Mandarin. -I just wondered if he read it.

Well, probably.

Where did you find this?

That was inside the thing we found in Graham King's pocket.

It was a Chinese fortune cookie.

-Oh. -I could have

one of the students at the academy read it,

but I'd rather not have a potential suspect do that.

Good idea. Oh.

Would you like to try a cheese straw?

-You baked them? -Mm.

Hmm. Let me see.

Um...

"Fleeting love is the most precious."

That sounds romantic.

If all you're after is something that's short and sweet.

That can be nice, too, Detective Steed.

Samuel, what's wrong?

Um, these Chinese characters.

It's Lucy's handwriting.

Lucy?

Just through that doorway, Mrs. Harrington.

Yes, I wrote it.

And I made the fortune cookie.

They're not as easy as they look, you know.

So Mr. King understood the language.

A little. From when he lived in Hong Kong.

Why did you make him that, Mrs. Harrington?

Graham and I had...

...a brief flirtation.

It was one night after a wonderful restaurant opening.

I'd had far too much champagne,

and I was feeling a little lonely.

Was it an ongoing relationship?

No, of course not. He was a married man.

So why were you still sending him love letters?

That's not what this is.

I wanted him to know that it was over.

Graham refused to believe that I didn't love him.

He thought that it was more than a fling,

and he was threatening to leave Shirley.

I would hate to do that to another woman,

and, to be honest, living with Graham

would be my worst nightmare.

I needed Graham for my cooking school.

Not for myself.

He was a big personality. Popular.

But a big personality who wouldn't take no for an answer.

That must have become difficult to work with.

So did you ever consider ending the business relationship

because of the romantic complications?

I didn't kill Graham because he was being a pest,

if that's what you're thinking.

Just through there, Mrs. King.

Please take a seat.

I think I might stand, Detective.

I don't want to talk to you across a desk.

It makes me feel like a criminal.

Whatever makes you comfortable.

Well, a cigarette, then.

Tell me, Mrs. King, did you have a happy marriage?

Excuse me?

Did your husband have any other involvements

that I might need to know about?

[ Breathes sharply ]

If you're talking about Lucy Harrington,

I knew all about that.

She'd been making eyes at Graham for years.

A man doesn't need that much persuading.

Were you angry? About his infidelity?

No.

I knew it meant nothing.

There were others that came and went, and, in the end,

I felt almost sorry for Lucy.

Why was that?

It was a classic flash in the pan.

One night of sex, and Lucy just took it all too seriously.

Graham tried to let her down gently,

but she just wouldn't take no for an answer.

She pursued him every chance she could.

But you were happy to continue working with Mrs. Harrington?

Well, you saw how Lucy and I get on.

But I did my best for the sake of the business,

and I'll continue to.

Blowed if I'm gonna let all our hard work

go to the grave with Graham.

That business is half mine now.

Well, Mrs. King, the day of the murder,

you said you had an appointment with the lord mayor.

Now, his secretary said that he was playing golf.

Of course she did, darling.

We were at the golf course --

in the back seat of the mayor's Jaguar.

It was a...casual arrangement.

Well, I'll have to, um, check that.

I'll have the mayor call you direct.

Oh.

Is there anything else you'd like to know?

No. [ Clears throat ] Thank you.

That's -- That's quite enough for now.

[ Door opens ]

-Thank you, Mrs. King. -Mm.

Shirley genuinely believes that I've been chasing

after her husband all this time.

Graham's the one who wouldn't keep his hands off me.

I don't think she needs to know that right now.

Look, Graham was obviously telling Shirley one thing

and you something else.

I want her out of the academy.

Graham was the one that I needed, not Shirley.

Lucy.

Don't you think she's suffered enough?

Why don't you just say sorry, beg forgiveness?

I didn't do anything.

You did.

Once.

If you are going to run this business together,

then you need to bury your differences

and just get on with it.

Or we could just leave all this mess behind

and go somewhere else, Lucy.

Where would we go?

RITA: Somewhere no one knows us.

Somewhere no one gets killed.

LUCY: Oh, Rita.

I couldn't ever sell your father's house.

I have to get off to class.

Are you all right to see yourself out?

Yes, of course.

-You seem a bit jumpy, Rita. -RITA: [ Sighs ]

I'm just worried about Lucy, that's all.

Damn. Uh...

I forgot something on that order again.

Um, can you tell Lucy I've gone back to the market garden?

BIRDIE: Yes, yes.

VIOLETTA: I just wanted to see that you were okay.

Not burying yourself in your work.

No.

No, I've just been thinking.

Maybe a little too much.

I'm sorry. I, uh, never really talked to you

about Daphne's accident.

Well, that's up to you.

But you know you can tell me anything.

Birdie kept trying to throw it out.

I don't know how she thought it would change things.

We know so little about the accident.

Rita suffered head trauma,

and she can't remember anything after she got in the car.

I know it sounds macabre, but I just --

I kept reading this article over and over again,

trying to fathom what happened.

Oh, I understand.

You want to know.

"No other car was involved.

The coroner could find no contributing health factors

in the driver of the vehicle, Daphne Birnside."

So...perhaps an error in judgment.

Yes, but, you see, I-I bought Daphne the car.

And I taught her how to drive.

And I thought that she would be safe.

[ Sighs ]

VIOLETTA: Hey.

Guilt doesn't change anything.

[ Smooches ]

I'm just a bit worried

that Samuel didn't come home last night,

so I might just pop down and say hello.

-He's with Violetta. -Oh, maybe I won't.

Have a cheese straw.

Well! Ha!

Well, I-I can't believe that you made these.

PEREGRINE: Oh.

Mm. Oh, I can now.

Oh, bloody hell.

What did you put in these?

What's wrong with them?

Oh.

Oh.

[ Spitting ]

Oh, it's disgusting.

I must have used bicarb instead of salt.

-Oh! Valiant little things. -Oh.

-They tried to rise. -I'm so sorry.

Birdie. What are you doing here?

Well, didn't come for the food. [ Laughs ]

PEREGRINE: [ Chuckles ]

What's that? Is that my new recording device?

Oh, yes, yes. It attaches by suction.

Now, simply wet it and using a modicum of force,

apply to any flat surface,

creating a vacuum, thus holding it in place.

So lick and stick.

-Um... -And it's voice-activated.

-Oh, yes. -From 20 decibels.

Which is?

-Well -- -A whisper.

-Oh. -[ Whispering ] Can you hear me?

-Oh, cheese straw. -BIRDIE: No, no, no.

No.

[ "Yes, We Have No Bananas" plays ]

* Yes, we have no bananas *

* We have no bananas today *

[ Indistinct conversation in Mandarin ]

* We got cabbages and onions *

* And all kinds of fruit and, say *

* We have an old-fashioned tomato *

* Mm, but yes, we have no bananas *

* We have no bananas today *

Stiff peaks, ladies!

Damn these egg whites.

Only in the West is cooking done by schoolgirls

and housewives who think they can cook

after spending a few weeks laughing in the kitchen.

You are not a member of this class, Mr. Wu,

so please keep your comments to yourself.

Keep whipping, ladies!

[ Softly ] Stop insulting me like that.

[ Indistinct whispering ]

That's it. Keep whipping!

Bruce, these eggs are stale.

-What are you talking about? -We bought old eggs again.

-The whites aren't whipping. -Well, don't blame me.

I don't do the buying here.

You're the one who should be responsible.

Well, Graham always seemed to manage with the same eggs.

Perhaps you're not using the right technique.

I am the one with the proper home-economics qualifications,

not Graham. All he did was buy restaurants and order 'round

-a whole lot of people. -At least he was a professional.

-How dare you?! -[ Scoffs ]

-Watch out! -[ Students gasp ]

Who are you to make fun of me in front of my class?!

She tried to kill me!

Woman's a lunatic!

-Bruce was being provocative. -Well, it's lucky for you, then,

he doesn't want to press charges.

He knows what side his bread's buttered on.

What, you'd sack him?

'Course I would.

Things get thrown in the kitchen all the time.

Suddenly it's a crime because I'm a woman.

Never happened to Graham.

Now, if we're finished here, I'd like to go.

Yes, we're done for now,

but I'll be speaking to you again

if Bruce Taylor decides to pursue this.

No lectures, for God's sake, Lucy.

Shirley, I understand your frustrations.

Even I don't understand my frustrations sometimes.

But I am sick of being overlooked because I'm a woman.

Try being Chinese, as well.

Shirley, I'm sorry about what happened with Graham.

Well, he was pretty irresistible when he turned on the charm.

Now that he's gone, I think we need to find

a way of getting along.

And, really, we have no choice, do we?

Legally, I inherit Graham's half of the business.

We're partners whether we like it or not.

Peregrine.

Now might be a good time to tell you.

Peregrine is investigating Graham's murder for the academy.

She's a private investigator.

So if there's anything you'd like to share

about your husband, Mrs. King.

Graham didn't think I knew about the special spot

for his girlie magazines, but...

LUCY: Oh!

Do you think he was embezzling?

Embezzling?

We need to tell the police about this.

So, it really looks like Graham

was mixed up in something illicit.

But if Graham was murdered for the money,

then why was it still there?

Well, maybe the murderer's still looking for it.

Sorry to interrupt, but I think this is the section

that you might need to listen to.

SHIRLEY: Stop insulting me.

-That's Shirley. -TONY: You insulted me

-by letting me down. -That's Tony Wu.

Now, this is not how it's supposed to be.

SHIRLEY: Things didn't go as planned.

TONY: Yes, but you still owe me.

A lot.

And that's all we've got.

Well, they're definitely up to something.

Co-conspirators that have fallen out.

Come on.

Thanks, Samuel.

Hmm.

[ Nancy Sinatra's "Sugar Town" plays ]

* I got some troubles, but they won't last *

* I'm gonna lay right down here in the grass *

PEREGRINE: You track down Tony Wu, and I'll talk to Shirley.

* ...my troubles will pass *

* 'Cause I'm in shu-shu-shu, shu-shu-shu *

* Shu-shu, shu-shu, shu-shu, Sugar Town *

* I never had a dog that liked me some **

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Explosion ]

Peregrine!

Peregrine!

Peregrine.

Oh, God. Peregrine.

[ Gasps, sighs ]

[ Groaning ]

JAMES: Just relax.

Oh, what happened?

There was an explosion.

-You're okay. -[ Siren wailing ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

No. No, Peregrine. Sit down. Come on. Keep still.

You could have concussion. Take it easy.

I telephoned Birdie and let her know what happened.

I'm fine.

Unlike Shirley.

-Oh! -How horrible.

It looks like someone planted an explosive in --

I don't know -- whatever kind of dish is now

all over Mrs. King's office.

LUCY: I know what it is.

It's bombe Alaska.

-My bombe Alaska. -PEREGRINE: What?

What are you talking about?

The police need to see you in your office, Mrs. Harrington.

[ Gasps ]

Shirley irritated Lucy, but not that much.

-Where's Tony Wu? -JAMES: We've got him.

Come on, don't worry.

This must have something to do with the money.

After Graham, I didn't think things could get any worse.

Poor Shirley.

You run an interesting cooking school, Mrs. Harrington.

This is the money Miss Fisher reported to you.

-Righty-ho. -We have no idea

what Graham was doing with it.

No one keeps this kind of cash under the mattress, so to speak,

unless it's acquired by dubious means.

We'll need to hold on to this

until we finalize the investigations.

What if it turns out to be money belonging to the academy?

Where else would Graham have got it from?

Well, let's hope we find an answer

to that question, Mrs. Harrington.

In the meantime, this is police evidence.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

So, why do you want to talk to me?

I wouldn't cook anything as disgusting as bombe Alaska,

-even to kill someone. -I'm sorry.

We need to ask you a few more questions.

TONY: Oh!

JAMES: "This is not how it was supposed to be."

"Things didn't go as planned."

"But you still owe me. A lot."

Does that sound familiar?

Who told you that?

A very reliable witness, Mr. Wu.

A fellow cooking student.

Ah. Chung Li.

What did Shirley King promise you

to murder her husband, Mr. Wu?

Nothing. I didn't murder anyone.

-[ Scoffs ] -I was angry with her, yes.

And Graham, too.

I left a top-class establishment because they promised

that I would run my own restaurant in Australia.

-When was that? -When I met them in Hong Kong.

They helped me facilitate my Australian visa,

and they promised me a job.

I paid £100 to do training here, but they duped me.

Said that their restaurants were in trouble.

There was no job for me.

And then what happened to Graham, and now Shirley...

Yes, it's pretty inconvenient

having both your potential bosses murdered,

isn't it, Mr. Wu?

So why would I be the one to kill them?

Revenge? You were in the building

when Mrs. King was killed, weren't you?

But I was nowhere near the academy

when Graham King was murdered.

I-I told you.

SPARROW: We're continuing to look into that.

You can enjoy our hospitality here tonight, Mr. Wu.

SAMUEL: Please think about it, Lucy.

Come and stay with Birdie and I for a few days.

Thank you for your concern, Samuel,

but I am not going anywhere.

Lucy. I think we need to close up shop.

-LUCY: What? -Well, it's hard enough

to convince those housewives to ignore one murder.

After the explosion, they're refusing to come near the place.

We still have our Chinese chefs, Bruce.

Mr. Taylor may have a point, Lucy.

It's getting dangerous.

These chefs have come a long way,

some of them a very long way, for a new life.

Where will we put them after Graham's restaurants

-will all shut down? -I will buy

both of Graham's awful restaurants if I need to.

I will not close the school.

SPARROW: Tony Wu's alibi is from someone called Mrs. Zang.

What's the point of the White Australia policy?

There are immigrants everywhere.

Mrs. Zhang. She runs a market garden.

That's where Tony Wu said he was shopping

at the time of the first murder.

Yeah, but this says, "Limited understanding."

I mean, if she can't even speak Australian,

how can she provide an alibi?

No, we did our best. But we may need an interpreter.

No point. They all cover for each other.

No, Tony Wu had the motives, the murder weapon,

and an alibi not worth the paper it's written on.

I want him charged.

[ Both speaking Mandarin ]

She's certain Tony wasn't here the day of Graham's murder.

I just need to have a word with her about our order.

PEREGRINE: Sure.

Do you think that Sparrow's right about Tony?

No. Tony's lying to us for some reason.

Why?

LUCY: [ Speaking Mandarin ]

[ Shouting in Mandarin ]

That doesn't sound very friendly.

-Mm. -[Speaking Mandarin] Rita.

They both said "Rita."

-Is everything all right? -Yes. Can we go?

I need to get back.

Of course.

JAMES: This is serious, Mr. Wu.

Mrs. Zhang denies you were at her stall that day.

I've been ordered to charge you with two counts of murder.

-Do you understand? -Yes, yes. I'm not stupid.

Okay, well, I believe that you left the academy,

but I need to know where you went.

Or do you want to go to prison?

No, I-I don't want to go to prison.

[ Sighs ]

All right. It -- It was an interview.

It was about a -- a cooking job.

Thank you.

Which restaurant?

It wasn't a restaurant. [ Sighs ]

And what time was his interview with you

at the Huang-Zhou Dim Sim factory?

Yes.

Thanks.

He was there all lunchtime.

Hmm.

Next suspect.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Rita.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Mm.

[ Vomits, coughs ]

[ Clears throat ]

Rita, are you all right?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's just the stress of everything that's going on.

Sit down.

-I think you dropped this. -[ Gasps ]

PEREGRINE: It's beautiful.

-Are they daphne flowers? -RITA: Yes.

It was hers.

It was Daphne's.

Samuel gave it to me after she died.

It's -- It's very special to me.

If anything's worrying you --

I'm fine, I'm fine!

Oh, just please don't tell Lucy about this, okay?

[ Voice breaking ] She's got enough on her plate.

[ Sobbing ]

I won't. I promise.

I'm sorry.

-A factory job? -Yeah, not the kind of work

that Mr. Wu would have been hoping for, I'm sure.

So he's off the hook.

Yes, but without a job.

Here, sit down. Oh.

Oh, you didn't want me to whip something up?

No. No, don't be silly. It's my shout.

[ Laughs ]

Mm.

I need to show you something.

This is Lucy's contract with the Kings.

Have a look at this clause just here.

"And whichever party dissolves the partnership

before the end of the 20-year term

will pay as compensation the sum of £100,000."

-Wow. -According to Birdie,

Lucy has money, but not that kind of money,

and it's all tied up in bricks and mortar, anyway.

So, legally, she was stuck with Graham and Shirley.

But you said that she had made her peace with Shirley.

Yes, but she also made the bombe Alaska that blew her up.

So maybe Lucy was pretending to accept Shirley

into the business to cover her tracks.

Oh, God, I hope not.

She's so nice, and she's Birdie and Samuel's family.

Samuel?

Sorry.

Um, sorry I missed dinner.

It's just, seeing Rita has brought it all back.

It's awful, Violetta. She can't bear to be

in the same room as me.

Clearly she blames me for the accident, too.

I know you feel guilty about buying Daphne the car, Samuel.

But I've been over and over this, too,

and I think you're right -- Something doesn't quite add up.

Maybe Rita wasn't telling the whole truth

about what happened that day.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Good night, sir. -Good night.

CONNOR: Night, sir!

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Humming ]

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Lock disengages ]

[ Light switch clicks ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Humming ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

Aah!

Peregrine. Sparrow was attacked last night.

The bag of money was stolen.

Uh, just give me a sec.

It's Chief Inspector Sparrow for the hundredth time.

-Have you got an update? -No.

When I get news, I will ring him at the hospital.

[ Sighs ] Sir, nothing yet.

SPARROW: You lot wouldn't be able to find a criminal

if he came up and smacked you on the nose!

It's probably best not to upset yourself.

-Look, Peregrine, I have to go. -SPARROW: Idiots!

-Sir? -[ Dial tone ]

Detective, I found this outside.

Thank you, Constable.

Huh. Look at that.

It's from King's Academy.

Is that blood?

Answer the question, Mrs. Harrington.

Do you know where Rita is? She's an hour late

-picking up the vegetables. -Not now, Bruce.

Forget it.

I'll send Chung Li.

So?

Yes, it's my mallet.

It was a gift from one of my Chinese students.

You knew that Chief Inspector Sparrow

had the misappropriated cash.

We don't know where the money came from.

It could have been Graham's.

There were a dozen other people

who saw Inspector Sparrow leave with that bag.

Including your stepdaughter, Rita.

You can't be serious!

Yes.

Yes, that's very helpful.

Thank you, Coroner.

Goodbye.

Sorry for listening.

Um, the coroner?

It's all supposition at the moment.

The coroner mentioned in the article Godfrey Joske.

I knew him at university.

He lectured in science and the law.

The head injuries Rita said she had

that causes her memory loss and her headaches?

-He checked his report for me. -And?

There is nothing like that mentioned.

In fact, at the time,

he noted how lucky she was to walk away unscathed,

apart from bruising to her sternum.

[ Breathes deeply ] Why would she lie about hitting her head?

I don't know, Samuel.

[ "Trouble Child" plays ]

* My life is all mixed up *

* God bless the child *

* Can't earn a penny for his own cup *

[ Gasps ]

PEREGRINE: Rita!

Rita!

[ Gasping ]

[ Coughing ]

What's happened?

Please, help me!

Someone's just tried to drown me!

[ Gasping ]

Did you see who it was?

No. I don't know! I don't know who it was!

RITA: I've already told you I didn't see who it was.

Thanks for this, Birdie.

She didn't want to stay there.

And Lucy knows nothing about this?

Oh, Rita didn't want me to say anything to her.

Well, she'll be worried.

And if someone's there trying to hurt Rita,

well, then Lucy should be warned.

I already have a couple of officers searching the grounds.

Lucy was arguing about Rita at the market garden yesterday.

Maybe Mrs. Zhang has something to do with this.

Let's go.

Now, there's a little whiskey in this,

so hang on to your hair ties.

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Speaking Mandarin ]

Is that Chung Li?

What on earth's going on?

[ Both shouting in Mandarin ]

Mrs. Zhang?

JAMES: Are you all right, Mrs. Zhang?

What were you and Chung Li arguing about?

Hey! It's private!

PEREGRINE: James?

MRS. ZHANG: It's private!

This is Rita's.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

That better not be what I think it is.

What the hell are Rita and Chung Li mixed up in?

We should get this tested immediately.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Rita? You've, um, got a visitor.

Chung Li. What are you doing here?

I was at the market garden.

Okay.

Mrs. Zhang tried to give me something special.

For you.

What?

She always gives me something extra.

Don't lie. I cannot go back to China.

Well, what's going on here? What's Rita lying about?

-I think you need to leave. -CHUNG LI: No.

You are trouble. You stop.

I-I don't know what he's talking about.

No! You know!

-Oh! Now, that's enough! Listen! -You need to stop!

What the hell is going on here?

She is a liar!

You need to stop!

Chung Li?

It's all right.

Samuel, could you take Rita to the sitting room, please?

It's all right.

We think we know what's upsetting you.

And whatever your involvement, Mr. Li,

things will be much better for you if you cooperate.

Take a seat.

We need to speak with Violetta.

Make sure that he doesn't leave.

James?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Liquid bubbling ]

[ Music continues ]

You were right.

It's what you suspected.

It's opium.

So Mrs. Zhang must be supplying it.

Well, thank you, Violetta. I'm heading back there.

We need to tell Lucy.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

-What is it? Is Rita all right? -Yes. Yes. She's fine.

Um, look. We need to have a little talk.

-Lucy? -We've uncov--

Lucy, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop.

I tried so hard.

Oh.

I know.

I know.

I suspected Rita had fallen back into using opium again.

But I've been too distracted with everything else.

I don't know why all these terrible things are happening.

And I've been worried the police will find out

what I've been doing.

Lucy.

It's all right, Chung Li.

We can trust these people.

Tell them your story.

In China, I was always outspoken.

I was a journalist.

I wrote articles against the revolution,

and that made me someone dangerous.

They wanted me to fall in line, follow the leader,

and I refused.

So you had to flee?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

My pride cost my father his life.

I was a danger to the rest of my family.

I couldn't stay.

I didn't realize.

And Lucy helped you.

Lucy is a saint.

She helps people get out of China with her cooking school.

She helps me to try to cook.

Because you're definitely not a chef.

A chef would never have eaten my disgusting cheese straws.

So you vouch for him as a master chef

and then you use your cooking school as the cover.

It's the only way around the White Australia policy.

Brilliant.

LUCY: Chung Li is not the first,

and if I can keep the cooking school open,

he won't be the last.

I need to get back.

Rita, I'm curious --

Where did you get the money from to buy the drugs?

F-From -- From the money I got for the groceries.

I took a bit here and there.

I'm so sorry about your family, Chung Li.

You've paid a great price in coming to Australia.

I miss my mother and sister.

I would pay so much more than £500

if I could see them again.

Wait.

Five hundred pounds?

For the -- the cooking school?

Tony Wu said that he only paid £100.

Yes -- £100 when I enrolled.

Then, after I arrived,

I received a letter asking me to pay £400 more in cash

or everyone would find out that I was not a real chef.

Well, that sounds like extortion to me.

Who was the letter from?

From the academy. It wasn't signed.

I was told to place the payment in an envelope in the meter box.

Rita's been getting the money for her opium habit somewhere.

But surely it can't be that much.

I need to talk to James and Mrs. Zhang,

and I think I'm gonna need your help.

What if your friend arrests me for lying about being a chef?

Detective Steed is far more concerned

with solving a double murder

than disproving your culinary skills.

Trust me.

[ Speaking Mandarin ]

She says she just delivers what people ask.

She doesn't look.

Tell her I want to know who is doing the importing.

I don't care about her.

Don't you?

CHUNG LI: [ Speaking Mandarin ]

[ Speaking Mandarin ]

At first it was a little, just for the girl.

[ Speaking Mandarin ]

What did she say?

Mrs. Zhang has been supplying the girl with special tea

every day.

She says she must have a big boss with deep pockets.

So Rita's part of a drug ring.

We spoke to Mrs. Zhang.

We know that you were collecting large amounts of opium

from her market.

It couldn't have just been for you.

-I'm sorry. -Rita.

I want to tell you the truth. I'm just so afraid!

It's okay.

They've already tried to kill me!

They said they'd hurt Lucy if I told anyone!

They know about what she's doing with the Chinese students.

Rita, we can do a lot to protect you.

I can't!

Why don't you just tell me what the arrangement was?

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Sighs ]

There was a drop-off point at the school.

It's where I collected the money.

-The meter box. -It was always locked.

I was told to put the opium in there.

Birdie, could you call Steed and ask him to meet me there?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

It's over there.

[ Gasps ]

You didn't need my bobby pin, did you?

Hey, there's more money here.

What's that?

[ Music continues ]

You gave Rita that money.

You bastard!

Rita was off the opium! She was recovering!

And you've dragged her back down again!

You risked her life!

You've put honorable people in danger!

That's enough, you stupid bitch!

-Lucy! You let go of her! -JAMES: Calm down, Mr. Taylor.

-This won't help anything. -James.

Get back! Or we all go up.

It was you. You killed them.

Bruce, you don't need to do this.

Get back around there!

[ Grunts ]

[ Gasps ]

Well, I guess I do know my way around the kitchen.

[ Breathing heavily ]

This is police brutality.

I was just trying to scare her.

You've had a head injury, Mr. Taylor.

You need you to take it easy.

And we need to have a little chat.

You're an opportunist, aren't you, Bruce?

When you realized what Lucy was doing,

you charged her Chinese refugees extra to keep their secret.

They were trying to sneak into this country.

They deserved to pay the price.

Well, that extra money wasn't quite enough for you, was it?

When you found out about Rita's opium habit,

you blackmailed her into collecting your dirty money

and then using it to buy more opium.

You had a nice little trade going on --

until Graham suspected that Rita was using drugs.

Are you still on drugs? Are you?

-Get off of me! -Don't do this to Lucy.

If you're so worried about Lucy, go and talk to Bruce!

JAMES: Rita went to Graham.

She told Graham you were blackmailing her,

and then he found out where you were hiding all the cash.

Last thing he did was confront you.

GRAHAM: It stops now, Bruce.

That money's going to the police.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Groans ]

That was my money. Mine.

It's blood money.

What were you gonna do with it, Bruce?

Put it in an offshore account?

Finally take that holiday that you so desperately wanted?

Um, not to Rosebud, but maybe to Hawaii.

It's not a crime to go on a bloody holiday.

PEREGRINE: It's a one-way ticket, Bruce.

But you needed your retirement fund, hmm?

And when Shirley found out where Graham had hidden the money,

you must have been terrified she was gonna work everything out.

So you made sure she wasn't talking to anybody.

Then Chief Inspector Sparrow was your next target.

[ Grunts ]

'Cause you couldn't walk away from all that hard-earned cash.

Then, when Rita started to panic,

you thought she might expose your extortion,

and you tried to finish her off as well.

[ Gasps ]

[ Water splashing ]

PEREGRINE: Rita!

Rita was too terrified to point the finger at you.

How could you, Bruce?

And for what? Just money?

Shut up, Lucy.

I made a little bit of pocket money

out of your Chinaman trade.

But you're the real criminal here, not me.

[ Scoffs ] You murdered two people.

You can't prove that.

I think we can, Mr. Taylor.

Well, before you do, you need to know

I didn't come up with this little scheme,

and I wasn't the only one to profit from it.

I had the help of the constabulary.

Take me down... and they come down too.

So, they've arrested Bruce Taylor.

Lucy's fine.

[ Sighs ] Thank God.

I wish I'd been brave enough

to tell the truth about him earlier.

I wish I'd been brave enough to tell the truth

about a lot of things.

Like the accident.

What do you remember?

[ Voice breaking ] Everything.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

I didn't hurt my head.

And I didn't need opium to help with my pain.

I just wanted to forget.

Daphne wasn't driving the car.

It was me.

I begged her to let me.

I said it would be fun.

She trusted me.

I lost control.

Oh, that bend, it just kept going.

I killed her, Samuel. I killed Daphne.

[ Sniffs ]

I couldn't tell you or Lucy,

and...I knew you'd never forgive me.

And I wish it was me who died. I wish it was me.

Oh, stop it. Stop it.

That's enough, Rita.

Daphne would never have wanted this.

Blaming yourself won't bring her back.

Guilt never changes anything.

It was an accident.

It was a horrible accident...

...so you'll need to forgive yourself.

[ Music continues ]

I'm so sorry.

[ Vehicles passing ]

[ Indistinct conversations, telephones ringing ]

[ Door closes ]

Sit down.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Bruce Taylor said that a cop called him.

Said that, uh, Immigration had suspicions about the academy,

but for a price he could make it go away.

Right.

That's while Taylor was asking the students to cough up cash.

Except he kept all the money for himself.

So who was the crooked cop?

Well, he claimed that, uh, he never met him,

but...he had a name.

Steed.

[ Chuckles ]

-He said it was you. -Yeah. Well, he's lying.

You know I've got nothing to do with it.

It's not about what I believe.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

That man's a murderer.

He -- He killed Mr. and Mrs. King.

Tried to drown Rita.

We've got witnesses and evidence.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

But, um, this doesn't solve our little side issue, does it?

What are you saying?

I'm saying that he could cause a lot of trouble.

But there's a way out.

Mm.

Slap him on the wrist.

-Send him on his way. -Let him go?

Then no one need ever know that he pointed the finger at you.

Problem solved.

But, um, we can only hold him till the end of the day,

so...you think about it.

[ Music continues ]

PEREGRINE: No. No, James.

Someone gave Bruce Taylor your name.

Sparrow's behind this. He has to be.

[ Music continues ]

Birdie, I know it's a lot to ask,

but I can't see any other solution.

BIRDIE: Your Aunt Phryne,

she kept that evidence as leverage over Sparrow.

We hand it over, then that's it. It's gone. Forever. Gone.

But as the wisest person I know once said to me,

"Misericordia ante gloriam."

-"Compassion --" -No.

You really like this fellow, don't you?

[ Sighs ]

[ Music continues ]

Thank you, Birdie.

And if I'm the wisest person you know,

then that's very concerning.

[ Door closes ]

You've got one minute, little fish.

I've got bigger fish to fry.

We both know why I'm here.

You can't do this to James. You'll ruin his life.

I know that you're on the take.

Don't deny it. I've seen you.

Grabbing yourself a little bonus whenever you can.

And I understand why.

Overworked, underpaid.

But you're not a murderer.

And you can't let a murderer go free.

So what are you asking?

Call Bruce's bluff.

What's the word of a shoddy accountant

against a chief inspector?

Charge him with murder.

Why would I take that risk?

To put an end to the risk of your own public humiliation.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

Ooh.

Madame Lyon is yours...

...if you look after James.

Deal.

[ Music continues ]

[ Insects chirping ]

Well, are you going to keep me in suspense?

What did he say?

Sparrow's charging Bruce Taylor with the murders,

and he's going to support me

if any allegations are thrown my way.

Very good.

[ Fire crackling, down-tempo music playing ]

So maybe he wasn't the crooked cop using my name.

Well, I guess you'll never know.

-[ Bell ringing ] -Oh.

Peregrine. [ Laughs ]

Are you really cooking?

Well, I have to keep up the family tradition, hmm?

Apparently my aunt was a whiz in the kitchen.

[ Laughs ] That's a joke. Who told you that?

Phryne's butler did it all.

What?

Oh, bloody Birdie.

[ Both laugh ]

Oh, well. I've made it now.

It smells great.

And what is it?

It is apricot chicken... in a bag.

[ Laughs ]

Who would have thought that would work?

Wow.

Well, go on.

Be brave.

Hey, before that, um...

I just want to say it's been such a big week...

...and, um... Peregrine, I just...

...I just want to say how much

I appreciate everything that you do, and...

...I want you to know just how much that you --

[ Doorbell rings ]

Are you expecting someone?

No.

-Hello? -BIRDIE: It's just us!

-VIOLETTA: Hello! -SAMUEL: Ahoy!

Come up!

[ Buzzer sounds ]

[ Laughter, footsteps approaching ]

Well, we knew you were cooking, Peregrine,

so we thought we'd have to save you.

[ Up-tempo music plays ]

Samuel!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

PEREGRINE: Well, look.

This is all very nice but completely unnecessary.

* You're my apple puddin' pie *

-Oh. -I think this is for you.

Good luck.

-Oh. -* You're my sugar plum *

-* Yum, yum * -* Yum, yum *

-* Yum, yum * -* Yum, yum *

* A-yumma, yumma, tweet, tweet *

* You're so sweet, yum, yum *

I think this just might be the best meal I've ever tasted.

-Yes! -[ Laughs ]

-I did it! -Oh, you're a terrible liar!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

* You're sugar and spice and everything nice *

* I'm gonna kiss you once *

* I'm gonna kiss you twice *

* A-yumma, yumma, tweet, tweet *

* You're so sweet, yum, yum *

-* Yum, yum * -* Yum, yum *

* Yum, yum *

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]