01x01 - Episode 1

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It's about our daughter.

She's gone missing.

We think it may be

because of one of your books:

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

He was m*rder*d at a wedding.

Oh, I like that.

Maybe I did say that it would

make a good story,

but I didn't tell him

to write it!

Chapter - Melissa James

had made a great many enemies.

There were the hotel managers.

The film producer.

Her financial adviser.

Her husband.

PÜ

m*rder has a pattern.

Oh, look at this!

It's a wicked-looking thing.

So who do you think

may have been responsible?

Miss Ryeland.

Don't tell me you're involved

in another m*rder.

I started all this.

And now I'm going to finish it.

You're the key witness.

What did you see?

I'm the luckiest man

in the world.

When I first met this beautiful,

talented, gorgeous woman,

I never dreamed

that two years later,

we'd be standing here together

as man and wife.

The simple truth is,

I fell in love with Cecily

the moment that I saw her.

I didn't know anything

about her.

But I knew that we were

made for each other.

And when she introduced me

to her amazing family,

I felt like I'd come home.

And I also want to say

to my mum,

I'm so glad that you were able

to come down

all the way from Derbyshire

for today.

Literally, none of this would

have been possible without you.

But one thing you need

to know about the Trehernes

is that in this family,

the women have

a powerful voice.

Which is why

I'm passing the mic

to my all-powerful wife,

Cecily.

I met the man who was to become

my husband

on August 16,

which also happens

to be his birthday.

and I was trying

to buy a flat in London.

Well, I didn't like

the flat.

But I definitely took

a fancy to the estate agent.

I knew from

the day we met

that we were

100% compatible.

And every day

that Aiden's been here,

helping run

the hotel with me and Lisa,

I've had it proved

over and over again.

And I just want to say,

I'm so proud of my mum and dad,

who bought Branlow Hall

all those years ago

and together

turned it into the most

successful hotel in Suffolk.

Natasha?

I want to promise you

that I

He's dead!

He's dead!

He's dead!

Kalimera.

Yassou.

A c*ck.

A c*ck.

Yes, we look forward to seeing

you-- bye-bye.

In the bedroom.

Is that a big deal?

Well, I think so.

Well, this is Greece.

It's a hot climate.

It has nothing to do with

the cleanliness of the hotel.

Is that what you want

to read on Tripadvisor?

An infestation in the room?

And zero sympathy

or understanding

from the staff?

What is it

exactly that you want?

A reduction in the bill.

50 percent.

Yassas, kalimera.

Yassas.

ANDREAS

YIORGOS

ANDREAS

Okay, okay.

ANDREAS

Um

Oh, for God's sake.

What did he say?

He's coming.

Yeah, when?

Well, he didn't exactly

say when.

Andreas, we have no electricity.

We have plenty of water,

but it's all over the kitchen.

What are we gonna do?

We'll manage.

We have 14 guests at the hotel.

How are we gonna cook lunch?

We'll make salad.

Atticus Pünd.

Are you coming to bed?

What?

It's not working, Andreas.

The hotel.

Crete.

Everything.

You're just tired.

Yes, I'm tired.

I'm tired--

I'm tired of all of it.

Come to bed.

It'll all seem better

in the morning.

We have no money.

Getting a new water tank

is one thing,

but the whole structure

of the roof is damaged,

and that means

rebuilding half the kitchen.

How are we gonna

manage that?

Look at that view.

This is the most

beautiful place in the world,

and you want to talk

about plumbing.

All right, maybe you'd prefer

to talk about your cousin

Yannis.

Yannis.

Yes, he's supposed

to be your partner,

our main investor.

We never see him--

he never comes anywhere near.

We're better without him.

Can he cook?

Why do you ask that?

Because you may have

not noticed,

but we just lost our chef.

Yiorgos has walked

because he wasn't paid.

We'll find another chef.

Oh

Andreas

Get in.

I can't think straight.

I thought I saw

someone that I knew today.

Who was it?

Not sure.

Get some sleep.

You'll feel better

in the morning.

Thank you.

Keep the change.

Oh, good morning.

Welcome to the Trifilli.

Um, I'm afraid the kitchen's

closed at the moment,

but we will be serving salads

and snacks on the terrace.

Actually, we're,

we're not here for lunch.

We're staying at

the Blue Palace in Elounda.

Oh, that's very nice.

Are you Susan Ryeland,

by any chance?

Yes, that's me.

We were wondering

if we could talk to you

about a personal matter--

my name's Lawrence Treherne.

This is my wife, Pauline.

I'm sorry, what's this about?

It's about our daughter.

Do I know her?

No, no, you've never met--

I

It's not easy

to explain.

She's gone missing.

In Crete?

In England.

And we've traveled all this

way out to speak to you,

Susan, because

we think it may be because

of one of your books.

What is it exactly that

you want me to do, Mr. Treherne?

Lawrence, please.

I am afraid it's a long story--

I have to go back eight years.

Lawrence, I,

I'd like to help you,

but this is not a good time.

The kitchen's just flooded

and there's a lot of things

that I really should be doing.

I completely understand.

We've run a hotel

all our lives.

Rather larger one

than this.

I'll try to be as succinct

as possible, Susan,

but we honestly believe

you're the only person

that can help us.

We have nowhere else to go.

All right.

Tell me.

Did you ever

read about the m*rder

Frank Parris-- yes, yes,

I did read about that.

At our hotel? Branlow Hall?

In Suffolk?

That's right, yes.

It was where our daughter

got married in June

eight years ago.

We stayed open

for the whole weekend,

and on the Friday evening,

Frank Parris checked in.

Hello, sir.

Good afternoon.

Checking in?

Yes, please.

Parris-- P, A, double R, I, S.

As it happened,

I saw him arrive,

and I knew at once

he was going to be trouble.

And I was proved right

a very short time later.

Can I help you?

I very much hope so.

I'm afraid I don't much care

for my room.

I'm sorry.

May I ask what's wrong with it?

It's small,

it looks out over the car park.

You call yourself a country

hotel, so a glimpse

of the countryside

might be nice.

He's in number 23,

Mr. Treherne.

I did say we were full.

Thanks, Derek.

Yeah, I'm afraid that's true--

we have a wedding this weekend.

It's actually my daughter

who's getting married tomorrow.

Congratulations--

but I have to say,

if I'd wanted to stay

in a shoebox

with a view of a car park,

I'd have stayed in Ipswich.

Is there something wrong?

Yes.

This, uh, gentleman's

not happy with his room.

But I've just told him

we're full.

I'm afraid it is one

of our busiest weekends.

Uh, let me, uh

Let me have a look.

We might have something

in the Moonflower wing.

Yes, we could move you

to room 12.

Isn't it taken?

Yes.

But the guests haven't arrived

yet, a, a late check-in.

I'm sure they won't mind.

Room 12 has a, uh,

a half tester

and a freestanding bath.

Sounds delightful--

I'll take it.

Here you go.

Derek will show you up,

Mr. Parris.

You know my name?

I, uh, saw it on the computer.

Are you busy?

No.

Then why don't you show me up?

Whatever you say.

And who's he?

That's Chase.

He's my wife's--

well, my, uh, my wife-to-be's.

Nice dog.

Please.

That was Aiden's talent--

people liked him.

He always dealt

with the tricky customers.

SUSAN

We could do with him here.

So, he was the one

marrying your daughter.

Yes.

You mentioned

a Moonflower wing.

Yes, the hotel has two wings.

Um, we thought it would feel

more homely

if we gave them names.

We call the other one Barn Owl.

That was Cecily's idea.

Why Barn Owl?

It's an anagram.

Oh, yes!

Of, of course, um, of Branlow.

Oh, you like anagrams?

Uh, not really.

No, I, I don't like them

at all.

So, what was

Frank Parris doing in Suffolk?

Well, he'd come

from Australia.

He was visiting

his sister.

She lived just a few

miles away, in Westleton.

So what happened?

There was a staff party

at00

the night before the wedding.

Hi.

Everyone would be working

the next day,

and Cecily wanted them

to be part of the celebrations.

Hello, you-- thank you.

Stefan Leonida was there.

He was responsible

for general maintenance.

He'd been at the hotel

for about eight months.

Before that,

he'd been in prison.

My husband was running

an outreach program

for young offenders.

Sadly,

it didn't work out with Stefan.

We had a series

of petty thefts,

and it turned out

he was responsible.

So our daughter Lisa

gave him his notice,

and this was his last week.

Are you drunk?

Hm? No.

I'm just tired.

You look hammered to me, mate.

I don't blame you,

drowning your sorrows.

Don't worry about it,

you'll be fine.

You'll get another job.

Frank Parris was m*rder*d

in his room

just two hours later,

and it was Stefan Leonida

who became the main suspect.

The body was discovered

the next day.

There was a maid,

she was a Russian girl, Natasha.

But she didn't get

to the room until midafternoon.

Housekeeping.

That was about the same time

that Aiden began his speech.

I'm the luckiest man

in the world.

Sorry.

Sir?

Sir?

So, we called the police

and they arrived

about 20 minutes later.

Out of interest,

who was in charge?

His name was

Detective Superintendent Locke.

SUSAN

Why was I afraid you were

going to say that?

Frank Parris

arrives from Australia

and checks into your hotel.

Nobody knows him,

and yet sometime after midnight,

someone enters his room

and murders him

in a particularly violent way.

Who would do such a thing?

On this day of all days?

I'm so sorry.

I am so, so sorry.

So, here's

my first question.

The lock to room 12

wasn't forced.

Who had a spare key?

We all did.

Cecily, me.

Derek Endicott

was on reception.

He has a master key

in case of emergencies.

And Stefan.

Stefan Leonida.

Maintenance--

he still had his key.

Let's not jump

to conclusions, Lisa.

Well, he had a prison record.

And he'd been fired

just a few days before.

So, I imagine

the detective superintendent

might be interested

in talking to him.

A criminal record?

Where is he?

I was asleep-- I didn't go

anywhere near room 12.

Well, Derek Endicott,

the night manager,

says otherwise.

He says he saw you

in the Moonflower wing

just before midnight.

He's wrong.

I understand you've been

in trouble before.

I was young, I made mistakes.

So why did Ms. Treherne

fire you?

She accused me of theft,

but I took nothing.

She's lying.

Well, maybe Derek Endicott's

lying, too.

Derek is a friend,

he's a good man.

Well, he saw you go into room

12, and it's interesting.

Mr. Parris's wallet

was empty

and there were bloodstains

inside the fold of the leather.

Which suggests to me it was

opened after he was k*lled.

There's the motive.

Why don't you admit the truth,

Stefan, hm?

I didn't k*ll him.

All right.

Let's take a look in your room.

Get nosebleeds, do you?

Sir.

It was an open and shut case.

Stefan was arrested,

taken into custody.

Six months later,

he was found guilty of m*rder.

But by then, he'd confessed,

so, there was no doubt

in the matter.

He was given a life sentence.

He's still behind bars.

And that was the end of it?

Yeah, we thought so, yes.

Uh, forgive me, Lawrence.

I mean, it's a,

it's a dreadful story

and I feel sorry for all of you.

But you began by saying

that your daughter

had disappeared.

Yes.

And that you thought

it was connected

to one of my books.

Yes.

Which one?

This one.

"Atticus Pünd Takes The Case."

Ah.

Alan Conway came

to your hotel.

Yes, he did.

And it's clear that he used

the real events

that have taken place

as some sort of

inspiration.

We're all in the book.

Lawrence and I, for example.

He calls us

Lance and Maureen

and he turns us

into crooks.

We're running a hotel

that's called the Moonflower.

Frank Parris,

the man who was k*lled,

becomes Oscar Berlin.

Parris, Berlin.

Our daughter Lisa becomes

an actress, Melissa.

Yeah, and then there's Aiden.

He turns up as some sort of

idiot swindler, Algernon Marsh.

What about Cecily?

She's not in it.

But she read it.

And then she disappeared?

Yes.

We all believed that the m*rder

was far behind us.

Stefan Leonida's been

in prison for seven years,

and as far as the police

are concerned, it's case closed.

And he had confessed.

Mm.

Cecily always liked Stefan.

She really wanted

to believe that he was innocent,

but even she'd accepted

all the evidence against him.

Until she read the book.

Exactly.

The day after she finished it,

she rang me.

Hey, Cecily.

Dad, we've made

a terrible mistake.

What are you talking about,

darling?

CECILY

Stefan Leonida.

He wasn't guilty--

he wasn't the k*ller.

Cecily-- Cecily, slow down.

You know that book I bought,

Atticus Pünd,

it's got the answer.

What?

The real k*ller is named

in the book.

Cecily, you're not

making any sense.

Just read it, Dad.

It's all in there!

But if it wasn't Stefan,

who was it?

LAWRENCE

She didn't say-- someone

came into her room

and she ended the call.

And the next day,

she vanished.

Susan! Susan!

Have you reported her

as missing?

Police are looking for her now.

What do you think's

happened to her?

We think she's frightened--

she's hiding.

They're searching the woods.

We know she's still alive,

there have been sightings.

Her face was in the newspapers,

and there was someone

who was sure

they'd seen her in Norfolk.

What is it exactly

that you want me to do?

I want you to come

to the hotel.

I want you to read the book.

You worked on it--

you must know what's in it.

If you can see what she saw,

maybe you can help us find her.

Susan!

Susan!

Oh, my God! What now?

Oh, God-- no, I'm sorry,

I, I've got to go.

I will think

about what you said.

You're at

the Blue Palace, right?

Yeah, Susan,

we'll pay you £10,000

if you help us find her.

Just a week-- that's all we ask.

One week of your time.

Susan!

I, I'll call you.

- Susan!

Yes! What have you done?!

It wasn't me!

Oh, no!

Oh, Andreas!

What happened?!

I turned the grill off

after the flood.

Yeah, and then what?

And someone

turned it back on again!

Chapter one.

Atticus Pünd was the greatest

detective in the world.

But his next case was going

to be his greatest challenge.

No, no-- too trite, too obvious.

Yes.

Tawleigh was a picturesque

village in the county

of Devonshire,

known for its lush countryside

and cream teas.

In the summer of 1954,

its most famous resident

was, without doubt,

Melissa James,

the British actress

who had climbed to the very

peak of the Hollywood heights,

until an accident on the set

of a Hitchcock film

had brought a sudden end

to her career.

She had used the insurance money

to purchase

a small hotel

one mile from the village.

She renamed it the Moonflower,

which was also the title

of the film for which

she had been nominated

for her first Academy Award

and which had given her

the fame

which, due to the accident,

she had left behind.

Have a lovely stay with us.

Thank you.

Miss James!

We weren't expecting you today.

Do I have to phone every time

I come in, Mrs. Gardner?

That's not

what I meant.

Is Mr. Gardner available?

He's in his office-- I'll,

I'll let him know you're here.

No.

Why don't we surprise him?

RACE ANNOUNCER

And they're off!

It's a pretty good start

Miss James.

Mr. Gardner.

I hope I'm not

interrupting anything.

Well, it's all part

of the job, Miss James.

You gotta keep up

with the news.

The racing news?

Please, take a seat.

We were just talking

about you,

as it happens.

Uh, we were going through

the mail and this came for you.

We knew who it was from.

It was soaked in lavender--

I don't know what

they're thinking of.

Listen to this.

"How can you do it,

dear Miss James?

"The screen is diminished

without you.

A light has gone out

of our lives."

Oh, that's so

lovely!

It is.

But it's not why I'm here.

I've been looking at

the accounts up until February.

Ah, the winter months

always gonna be a bit slow

when you're near the seaside.

That may well be the case,

but even when the hotel is full,

we are still losing money

hand over fist.

Well, I don't know what

more we can do, Miss James.

We run a tight ship here.

Maybe we could put up

the price of the rooms.

The rooms are already the most

expensive in Devonshire-- no.

I've asked my financial adviser

to do a complete audit.

An, an audit?

When?

He's already on his way down

from London.

I'm meeting him later on today.

Will you be staying

for supper, Miss James?

No, thank you,

I'm going home.

Melissa.

Oscar.

You didn't tell me

you were coming.

If I had told you,

would you still be here?

Well, there's no need

to be like that.

Six weeks and I hear

nothing from you.

You make no reply to my letters,

to my phone calls.

Why don't we talk in the bar?

Hm?

I'm afraid

I can't offer you a drink.

These stupid licensing laws.

I do not want a drink,

Melissa.

I want an answer.

It is the work

of almost three years, Melissa.

I have the script,

the director,

the contract--

I have the costumes.

One thing I do not have,

your signature.

Why will you not sign the

contract when production begins

two months from now?

I've decided not to do it.

What?

Well, I'm sorry, Oscar,

I've changed my mind.

What are you saying?

We are friends, Melissa.

We have an agreement.

And everything I've done,

the finance I have raised,

without you, I have nothing!

We're not friends, Oscar.

This is a business arrangement,

and I'm sorry.

I should never have let you

talk me into it.

But if you back out now,

do you have any idea?

You will ruin me.

Oh, don't be

ridiculous.

There are plenty

of other actresses.

It's a good script.

It'll be a great film.

I'm sorry

to disappoint you.

You'll just have to find

somebody else.

What are you doing?

I was looking for you.

Why? What's happened?

The plumber's here.

Can't you deal with him,

Andreas?

You know, I don't know the Greek

for "floods"

and "exploding water tanks"

and "going very rapidly mad."

He speaks English.

Can you give me five minutes,

please?

Yeah, sure.

Melissa's journey took her

past the local church

of St. Daniel's.

This was close to the home

of Dr. Leonard Collins,

her personal physician.

As things turned out,

he would be one of the

last people to see her alive.

But right then,

Dr. Collins was not interested

in his celebrity patient.

Even as her life seemed

to be collapsing around her,

his had just taken a significant

turn for the better.

How much?

£980,000.

But that, that's impossible.

You were her niece--

she had no other relatives.

What about Algie?

Well, no other relatives

she cared for.

You are the sole beneficiary.

Well, he won't be pleased.

Does he need to find out?

Well, he's my brother,

I've got to tell him.

Samantha

He will spend

every waking minute

trying to wheedle the money

out of you.

And you are too soft-hearted,

my dear-- he'll succeed.

Oh, but he's coming here.

He's on his way down

from London.

Why?

He's seeing Melissa.

You know, he advises her

on her investments.

Don't tell me.

He's draining more money

from her wallet?

Is he staying here?

You, you don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

Just don't trust him,

Samantha.

Don't say a word.

And what of Melissa?

She was not in a good mood

as she returned to her home

at Clarence Keep.

And the sight of her husband's

car in the driveway

only made things worse.

Good evening, Miss James.

Hello, Phyllis.

Mr. Spencer is waiting

for you in the drawing room.

I've left you a light supper

for after the opera.

It's just some

cold ham and salad.

You going out tonight?

Well, yes, Miss James,

it's Wednesday.

My evening off.

Oh.

I'm visiting my sister

in Bideford.

Is Eric going with you?

Well, he's driving me.

You did say

we could take the car.

Yes, of course I did.

Well, have a nice time.

Haven't you done that yet?

I'm doing it now.

You should've finished

an hour ago.

Come on, we're going out.

Was that her?

Well, who'd you think it was?

Marilyn Monroe?

Did she, did she say

anything?

No.

But She knows?

I don't know--

why don't you ask her?

I can't do that.

Well, you'll soon find out

if she does.

And what do you think

is gonna happen then?

It's what you deserve.

I was waiting for you.

Sorry, I got held up.

Did you see the Gardners?

Yes.

So, what did you say?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, aren't you gonna

change?

Actually, John,

I'm not going to join you.

I've got Algernon

coming to the house.

What? Well, when?

He's on his way now.

Well, why?

I need to talk to him.

But we bought

the tickets weeks ago!

Sorry.

Well, I'll--

well, I'll stay.

I don't want to go

without you.

I don't need you, John.

I need Algernon--

we're talking about money?

Something you just take

for granted

which I've always worked for.

I don't even want to go.

I don't even

like the bloody opera.

Yeah, but that's not true.

It's "The Marriage of Figaro"--

you loved it when we saw it

at Glyndebourne.

I was bored stiff

when we saw it

at Glyndebourne,

and I don't want

to see it tonight!

You don't get it, do you?

You and I are

from different worlds.

You and your posh friends.

A night at the opera

with Mummy and Daddy

and Lord and Lady So-and-so.

Black tie

and political chit-chat

at the interval.

It's just not me.

I'm not interested.

I think you're forgetting

something, Melissa.

My parents cut me off

when I married you.

Oh, I wasn't good enough

for them.

I didn't care--

I gave up everything for you!

As you've told me

a thousand times!

Look, I don't want

to have this argument now.

Just go.

Don't do this to me,

Melissa.

And you can sleep in the spare

room when you get back.

Try not to wake me.

Oh!

Hello.

Melissa's expecting me.

Miss James is upstairs, sir.

Would you like to go

into the living room?

Sure.

I don't suppose

you could rustle up

a whisky and ginger,

could you?

Uh, Mr. Marsh is waiting

for you in the living room,

Miss James.

Thank you, Phyllis.

I'd like to have a word

with you and Eric

before you leave.

If you don't mind.

Okay.

Melissa, darling!

Please, will you sit down,

Algernon?

What's the matter?

You, uh,

you look a bit rough, ha!

I've been having a terrible day,

if you want the truth.

Oh, well, that makes

two of us.

I had a rotten journey down.

Well, so, if you're not

in the mood for a drink,

what can I do for you?

I want to sell my shares

in Day's End Holdings.

What? What do you mean?

I, I thought you wanted

to talk about the hotel.

I do want to talk about that--

I want to talk about everything!

I need money--

this house, the hotel,

my marriage.

I feel I'm being

sucked dry.

That is why I recommended

Day's End, it'll make you rich.

Well, so far,

it hasn't made me a penny.

When have I ever

given you bad advice?

No, please don't

argue with me, Algernon.

I've come to the end

of the road.

There's no money in the bank.

I need to cash in my shares

now.

Yes.

The shares aren't worth

anything, of course,

because Algernon's

ripping her off.

And Algernon is based on Aiden.

So what's that meant to tell me?

I'm not gonna find the answer

written in a book

eight years ago, am I?

And how am I supposed to know

what's happened

to Cecily Treherne?

It's got nothing to do with me!

Is that true? Hm?

All right.

Alan may have mentioned

something.

He showed me a picture

of Frank Parris in a newspaper,

a m*rder

on a wedding day,

and maybe,

maybe I did say that it would

make a good story.

But I didn't tell him

to write it!

m*rder is the worst

of all crimes.

Not only because

of the lives it destroys.

But there are

also the reverberations.

Ah? It's like a stone

dropped into the sea.

The ripples,

and all the way to the shore.

Hm?

Did you put that

in your book?

Oh

"The Landscape

of Criminal Investigation"?

Well, of course.

But I'm not a detective.

I can go to the hotel,

but I can't investigate.

I wouldn't know where

to begin.

Do you believe

that Cecily Treherne is dead?

She's been missing

for five days.

Then that is where

you must start.

She sees something in the book

that tells her

who k*lled Frank Parris.

She calls her parents,

and someone

overhears the conversation.

And that person kills her.

Perhaps.

Yes, but the, the book is set in

a boutique hotel in Devonshire.

It's about a famous actress

who gets strangled.

It's got nothing to do with

what happened at Branlow Hall.

So, what was it

that Cecily saw?

I don't know.

I have no idea.

I should leave this alone.

But you won't.

I can't.

Not if it's my fault.

Waiter! Waiter!

Two seconds, coming!

What can I get you, madam?

I'll have a glass of wine,

please, barman.

Coming right up.

Andreas, I'm going back

to England.

When?

Soon.

Tomorrow.

For how long?

I don't know.

I've been offered a job.

In publishing?

No.

Has it got something

to do with Alan Conway?

I saw you reading the book.

Yes, it has.

You know that everything

to do with that man is bad, eh?

Last time,

you were almost k*lled.

I've been offered £10,000.

To find a missing chapter?

No, not this time--

to find a missing person.

Cecily Treherne.

We need the money, Andreas.

Without it,

we're finished.

So, you'll come back

when you find her.

I don't know.

I still love you,

but this world is not for me.

Changing beds,

chasing plumbers.

It, it's not making us

happy.

I'm happy.

We argue all the time.

We don't have any fun,

not like we used to.

I never said it would be easy.

Well, you never said it was

gonna be miserable, either.

I miss books.

I miss being an editor,

my old life.

Your old life burned down,

Susan.

Well, I want to build

another one.

But I'm not sure

I want it to be here.

You must do what you have

to do.

Let's not make any decisions.

Let's just take

one day at a time.

But you're still leaving?

Yeah, I have to do this.

Don't be angry with me.

Think of the money.

Can you get an advance?

Yammas.

Yammas.

Melissa James had made

a great many enemies

in the village of Tawleigh.

There were the hotel managers,

Lance and Maureen,

in fear of her.

The film producer, Oscar Berlin,

whose life had been ruined

by her.

What was Algernon Marsh,

her financial adviser,

hiding from her?

And what would her husband,

John Spencer, do

after she had rejected him?

Fear and hatred lead

to an inevitable conclusion.

I'm trying to find Cecily

before it's too late.

What do you think's happened

to your sister?

The answer's in the book.

I think he wants you

to investigate.

So who do you think

may have been responsible?

You can't blame yourself.

But I do.