01x02 - Episode 2

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Did you ever read

about the m*rder

of a man called Frank Parris?

At our hotel? Branlow Hall?

He's dead!

We called the police.

His name was

Detective Superintendent Locke.

Why was I afraid

you were going to say that?

Stefan Leonida--

he wasn't guilty.

You began by saying that your

daughter had disappeared.

The real k*ller is named

in the book.

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

Susan, we'll pay you £10,000

if you help us find Cecily.

Just a week.

Melissa James,

the British actress,

had an accident

which brought a sudden end

to her career.

Even when the hotel is full,

we are still losing money

hand over fist!

I have the scripts,

the director, the contract

You'll just have to find

somebody else.

I need to cash in my shares.

I gave up everything for you.

I don't want

to have this argument now!

I should leave this alone.

But you won't.

FLIGHT ATTENDAN

Dear passengers,

in a few moments,

you will be able to purchase

refreshment,

nuts, and a selection

of alcoholic drinks.

Alan Conway!

I'm sorry?

I've read all his books.

Ah.

You know, he died

last year.

Yes, I heard.

A great shame.

He was a brilliant writer.

So clever, and I'm sure

he was a lovely man.

I'm so sorry I'm late,

I couldn't,

I couldn't get a taxi.

Have you been here long?

Since the time we agreed.

I see you already ordered.

Oh, what can I get you?

Uh, no, no, no, no,

I'm, I'm getting all this!

Oh, could I have a,

a hot chocolate, please?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Yes, it's good to see you, Alan.

How have you been?

Well, thank you.

Good.

And the new book?

God, it didn't take you long,

did it?

I'm not a machine, you know.

That's hardly fair, Alan.

I mean, it's been nearly

two years

since "No Rest

for the Wicked."

And we do have

a three-book contract.

I think we've been

more than patient.

It's not that easy, Susan.

I mean, have you any idea

what it's like

being a writer?

Do you really think

you can push a button

and another idea

will simply pop out?

No, I

I work with a lot of writers,

Alan,

and yeah, it's actually

your interests

I'm trying to protect.

You have to think of the market.

Your first two books

have done fantastically well.

But we have

to keep up the momentum.

Yeah, we also have

to keep up standards.

I mean, what do you want,

someone kills someone else,

there are clues and suspects

and a detective,

and it's all so boring?

I'm trying to do

something new.

Mm.

I thought you'd be

more cheerful.

You've got a huge following.

You've made a ton of money.

Oh, and I heard

that you're leaving the school.

Who told you that?

My sister Katie.

Well, at least I won't

have to spend any more time

with those over-privileged,

stuck-up kids.

My niece and nephew

go there.

Well, I didn't mean them.

Not Jack and Lucy.

Daisy.

Daisy.

Look, if you're blocked,

maybe

I didn't say

I was blocked.

I'm just waiting

for the right idea.

Right.

Something that actually

sparks my interest.

Mm-hmm.

And putting pressure

on me will

Frank Parris!

What?

No, the man in that paper,

I once knew him.

May I?

Um, yeah.

He was m*rder*d.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Was he a friend of yours?

No, I hardly knew him.

k*lled in a hotel!

A hotel.

That would be

a good setting for a book.

Do you think so?

Hmm.

At a wedding.

Oh, I like that.

That would be a great opening.

Bloodstains on the bridal gown.

That's Gothic.

Well, I might give it a think.

It was the start of a quiet day

for Atticus Pünd.

It seemed that no one

had been m*rder*d for a while,

and he found himself unusually

at a loose end.

Oh, yes, oh.

Thank you, Miss Cain.

Now, I believe I have

a fairly quiet week,

which will allow me

to continue with my book.

Yes-- here is

chapter four.

You have already typed it

for me.

I had nothing to do last night,

so I thought I'd get ahead.

Oh!

I have some news for you.

Oh, yes?

Mrs. Allingham has canceled.

Oh, the missing husband--

she has found him?

No, she decided

she didn't want to.

There is one thing, though.

A Mr. Schultz is coming in

at00.

And who is he?

He works for

the William Morris Agency

in New York--

he's a senior partner.

Oh, and he's in London?

Yes.

He called yesterday morning

from the Savoy Hotel.

For what purpose?

He said it was to do with

a client of his, Melissa James.

Oh, yes!

Ah, the actress

who was k*lled two days ago.

I read in the paper.

I think he wants you

to investigate.

And you agreed

to an appointment.

Well, well, without

Mrs. Allingham,

you had nothing on your desk,

and, well, he has come

all the way from New York.

But even so

Melissa James was

a very well-known actress,

Mr. Pünd.

It's absolutely dreadful

that she's been m*rder*d.

And if you were involved

in the investigation,

I think it might be very good

for your profile.

Mm.

Sometimes, I think

you know me better than

I know myself, Miss Cain.

It is my job, Mr. Pünd.

The timing is of

great interest to me.

It's good of you

to see me, Mr. Pünd.

It's my pleasure,

Mr. Schultz.

This is a bad business.

Melissa James was

one of our greatest stars,

a fine actress

and a wonderful human being.

Did you ever see her

in "Harem Nights"?

Mm, I, I do not often go

to the cinema.

She was sensational.

Nominated for an Academy Award,

and she should've won it,

too.

I, I understood that

she had retired from acting.

Mm, that's right, uh,

she was injured during

the sh**ting of a movie

with Hitchcock

five years ago.

And then she moved somewhere

called Tawleigh?

In "Devon-shier,"

is that right?

But she was still our client,

and for what it's worth,

she was talking

about making a comeback.

Mm.

So why are you here,

Mr. Schultz?

For the funeral, obviously.

I got on a plane

the moment I heard.

Mm, so quickly, yes.

But we want to do more

than that.

We want you to help the police

with their investigation.

We at William Morris,

we're not gonna let the k*ller

get away with this.

PÜ

Well, the police,

they may not welcome

outside intervention, it's

I'm sure they know

your reputation, Mr. Pünd,

and they'll welcome you

with open arms.

Oh

We'll pay your usual fee.

You can, uh,

put your assistant in touch

with our finance department.

Melissa was one of the kindest

and most considerate people

I ever had the privilege

to meet, and my partners agree.

We feel we owe this to her.

What do you say?

Did you never learn to drive,

Mr. Pünd?

Oh, I've no appetite

for it, Miss Cain.

Often seemed to me

we live in a world

that's in too much of a hurry.

The pace of change.

Yeah, and not just cars.

I mean, it's fridges,

washing machines,

televisions, telephones.

And now these new computers.

I do not like machines.

You could say

it was the machines

that won us the w*r.

The Spitfire, radar.

But Nazism itself was a machine,

so it always seemed to me.

You mean, with no humanity?

Exactly.

The more mechanical the age,

inevitably, it becomes

less humane.

Susan.

Oh!

So glad you've come.

I can't tell you

how grateful I am.

I just hope

I can help.

Well, I'll show you

to your room.

Oh.

I'll get someone

to bring your luggage up.

Thank you.

Please.

Oh.

Is this your dog?

No.

That's Chase--

he's Cecily's.

Oh, poor dog.

How's Aiden?

Ah, it's awful for him.

There's nothing

we can say or do.

Am I gonna be able

to see him?

Yeah, of course--

I've told him you're coming.

He wants to talk to you;

and Lisa,

Cecily's sister--

she's joining us for lunch.

Right.

Uh, that wing is Barn Owl.

We've put you in Moonflower.

Hope that's all right.

Oh, yes.

Oh! That's pretty.

Ah, it's been there

forever.

It's a figeen,

a sort of Irish brooch.

Mm.

That's the room Frank Parris

stayed in.

Um, we don't use it as a bedroom

anymore-- it's just storage.

Is there any way up here

apart from the main stairs?

Yeah, there's

a lift to the far end.

Takes you down to the bar.

And there's

a fire escape that way.

Leads directly outside.

Here you go.

I'll leave you to freshen up.

Thank you.

Shall we say lunch

in ten?

Fine.

Uh, look,

uh, there's something else

I should mention,

perhaps by way of a warning.

Uh, Lisa can be rather direct.

In that respect,

she takes after her mother.

Where is Pauline?

She's at home-- she's, uh,

she's terribly worried.

We both are.

Try to stay positive.

There might be

a perfectly innocent answer.

The answer's in the book.

Daddy!

Oh, my God.

Come on, Dad.

Hello.

You must be Lisa.

No need to ask who you are.

My father won't stop

talking about you.

Oh.

We've ordered the set menu.

Hope that's all right.

Oh, perfect.

How's the room?

It's really comfortable,

thank you.

You've a hotel in Greece?

Uh, yes, I run it with

my partner, Andreas.

Surprised he didn't

come, too.

He's busy.

I think I just saw Aiden--

does he live in the hotel?

No, he has a cottage

in the grounds.

I used to live there.

But I moved out when

he and Cecily got together.

You run the hotel

with your sister?

Well, you could say that,

yes.

I'm general manager,

and Cecily does the accounts.

And Aiden?

PR.

Right.

Yes, he was, uh, with a child.

Roxana.

This is very hard for her,

missing her mother.

She's just turned eight.

Eight?

Cecily was already expecting

when she got married.

But that's Aiden for you.

Fast mover.

No need to be like that.

Well, you know

how I feel about him, Daddy.

I take it you're not

his number-one fan.

Well, the one thing

you need to know about Aiden

is, he hit the jackpot

when Cess walked into his life.

Job, family, this hotel.

He had it all handed to him

on a plate.

That's not fair--

Aiden was working

as an estate agent when they

met, and a very successful one.

He had his own flat

in Bayswater.

Not bad for a young man

not even out of his 20s.

And he does

a brilliant job here.

Well, he smiles nicely.

And he swans around

making friends.

Would be nice

if he actually did any work.

What do you think's happened

to your sister?

I think they've had a row

and she's gone off.

Is that what you told

the police?

They haven't found her--

the police don't know anything.

And it'd be just like her,

wanting to be

the center of attention.

That's not true at all.

You don't know her, Daddy--

you don't know either of them.

Madam?

Thank you.

- Sir?

Thank you.

Look if you don't mind,

I have a ton of things to do,

and I really don't feel

like eating.

I've nothing against you,

Susan.

I just find it incredible

that you're being paid £10,000

to read a book.

Well, I'm glad you have nothing

against me.

Enjoy your lunch.

Ooh!

Sorry about that.

No, no-- you did warn me.

Can I ask you,

how did Lisa get her scar?

Uh, I'm afraid

that was Cecily.

Um

They were always fighting

when they were young girls.

Um, toys, clothes, boyfriends.

Cessy threw a glass at her,

it broke, and, um

She didn't know

what she was doing.

She certainly didn't mean

for it to hit her.

Did Lisa ever want

to be an actress?

No, you're thinking of the book.

Melissa had a scar.

You knew Alan Conway.

Mm.

Why would he do that?

He liked playing games.

Are you missing me?

We all are.

Ya, Susan.

To be honest with you, I'm

amazed we're still in business.

It's been one day!

You need the money.

You're right, we need that

more-- how's the hotel?

expensive, classy.

Very well-run.

You'd hate it here.

Not if I was with you.

I want to help these people,

Andreas.

What Alan Conway did to them

was unforgivable.

He's responsible for everything

that's happened.

You can't blame yourself.

But I do.

I'm gonna have to get back

to it.

I love you.

Take care of yourself.

Mm.

It had taken Atticus Pünd

six hours to reach

the Moonflower Hotel,

traveling by train from London--

the arrangements all made,

of course,

by his trusted assistant,

Madeline Cain.

Here's your keys.

Thank you.

Here you are.

Thank you--

I've put Mr. Pound

in the Captain's Room.

It's Pünd.

I'm sorry?

I did ask for the best room

for Mr. Pünd.

And that's what he's got.

It's at the back

of the hotel

with its own bathroom

en suite.

A lot of the furniture

came from "The Mary Celeste."

Oh, the ship

that disappeared.

And the title of Melissa James's

second film.

That's right!

The film company gave us

some of the props,

including

the captain's bed.

And I'm sure I'll be

most comfortable.

Herr Pünd?

Uh

They told me

you were coming down.

Uh, can I introduce myself?

I'm Detective Inspector Chubb.

You're not, I think,

from this part of the world.

Oh, no, sir,

Suffolk-born and -bred.

I married a Devon girl.

Ah, and she enticed you here.

One day, I'll entice her back!

Well, it's a great pleasure,

Detective Inspector.

I, I hope that you do not

consider

my presence here to be, um,

an intrusion.

Not at all, sir.

To be honest with you,

I'd be glad of the help.

Well, then, may I introduce

my assistant, Miss Cain?

Pleasure to meet you,

Miss Cain.

Have you checked in?

I've got a car outside.

I could drive you

to the scene of the crime.

Yeah, but we've

only just arrived.

You can leave your luggage

down here.

Oh, could you ask someone

to bring it up?

PÜ

That would be most helpful.

In which case,

Detective Inspector

Okay.

Cheers, miss.

From what I can tell,

Melissa James had no enemies.

Very much part

of the local community.

But sometime between- 28

and- 38 in the evening,

somebody broke into

her house and strangled her.

Oh, you're very precise

with your timings,

Detective Inspector.

She called her physician,

Dr. Leonard Collins, at28.

He drove straight round,

but by the time he arrived,

she was dead.

So, who do you think

may have been responsible?

Well, I, I do have

a few suspects.

Lance and Maureen Gardner

at the hotel.

She had her doubts

about them.

And there's a film producer

called Oscar Berlin.

Now, he had a row

with Miss James

just one hour

before she was k*lled.

Was she making another film?

She'd strung him along,

but then changed her mind.

Who else?

Well, there's

her financial adviser,

a man by the name

of Algernon Marsh.

A dodgy customer

if ever there was one.

I'm looking into him now.

But it may be, it was

no one who actually knew her.

What do you mean by that,

Detective Inspector?

Melissa James was still famous.

Oh, she had fans and followers

all over the world,

a lot of them angry with her

because she'd given up

the acting.

Well, maybe one of them

come down here

and had it out with her.

But if they loved her work,

would they want her dead?

Well, if they weren't

in their right mind,

there's no saying

what they might do.

Oh, thank you--

oh, what a gorgeous house!

It certainly is,

Miss Cain.

That's half the trouble.

Everyone knew who lived here.

When did she buy it?

Same time as the hotel.

Now, the story goes,

she fell in love with it

and paid twice the asking price.

Oh, good afternoon, sir.

We're here to see Mr. Spencer.

Oh, I'm afraid

Mr. Spencer is not here, sir.

He's gone for a walk.

Well, then we'll wait for him.

Mm.

After you.

Forgive me,

your, your name is?

Phyllis Chandler, sir.

I imagine you've

worked here a long time.

Since Miss James arrived,

sir.

I can't tell you

how sorry I am.

I'm sure.

We'll take a look upstairs,

if you don't mind,

Mrs. Chandler.

Let us know

when Mr. Spencer returns.

Yes, sir.

That's the housekeeper.

She lives here with her son,

who works as a chauffeur

and general help.

The two of them

were out on the evening

that Melissa James died,

visiting a relative in Bideford.

So, Miss James was here

on her own.

Until she let someone in.

Oh! Look at this!

That's a prop

from one of her films.

A Turkish dagger.

It's a wicked-looking thing.

She was strangled,

not stabbed.

15 minutes after

the Chandlers had gone,

Miss James called

her doctor.

Dr. Collins.

That's right, Mr. Pünd.

She said she was terrified.

There was somebody in the house

and she was in danger.

Would it not have been more

sensible to call for the police?

Nearest police station's

ten miles away.

Doctor was nearer.

Dr. Collins

came straight round,

but by the time he arrived,

it was too late.

This is Melissa James's

bedroom,

and this is where

he found her, on the bed.

Room's been cleaned up,

but, uh, you get

the general idea.

The telephone cord has been

torn from the wall.

That's right-- it seems

she called the doctor

from downstairs.

Why do you believe that?

There's a second telephone

in the living room,

and we found

several tissues there

impregnated

with her lacrimal fluid.

It's tears.

Oh.

She makes the call

downstairs.

She comes upstairs to hide,

and the intruder--

and, you know,

I'm assuming it's a man--

follows her,

and finds her here

and strangles her

with the telephone cord

tearing it from the wall.

She must have

put up quite a fight.

The sheets were crumpled,

one of the lamps was broken,

and there was two sets

of abrasions

round her neck.

Ah.

At some stage, she hits her head

on the bedpost.

There's a bloodstain--

look.

Excuse me, Mr. Pünd.

Do you think you could, um

Do you think you could

just open the window?

Miss Cain?

It's just so

Uh, open the window, Pünd.

Oh! Ooh!

Miss Cain!

Up you get.

Come and sit on the bed.

Not the bed! No!

It's all right.

It's just too much

Ooh

I'm sorry, it's just horrible,

what you're describing.

Oh.

Okay, let's get you outside.

You are in the wars.

Take a seat, Miss Cain.

I worked with

Associated Biscuits

for 12 years before

I came to Mr. Pünd,

and I can assure you

I have never experienced

anything like this.

Shall we

call the doctor?

No, no, I just

need a

I just need a minute

to catch my breath.

JOHN

Hello?

That's John Spencer.

Oh, you go ahead

and see him.

I'll just wait here

for a moment.

You're sure?

Yes, yes.

I'll just wait in the car--

you go ahead without me.

Oh, sorry.

Yeah.

Um

Oh, thank you.

Oh, Mr. Chubb--

I saw your car.

Do you have any news?

This is Mr. Pünd, sir.

He's come down from London

to help.

Can we have a word?

Well, of course.

Do come through.

I want you to know

that I

I loved her more than anyone

in the world.

May I ask, Mr. Spencer,

how did you meet?

Uh, well, it was

six years ago.

She was working

down here.

It was actually her last film.

They shot some of it on

my father's estate, and

The moment I saw her

Well, I knew straight away

there was nobody else.

PÜ

You were not here on

the evening of her death.

No, I was, uh, at the opera,

"The Marriage of Figaro."

There was a performance

in Barnstaple.

She did not like the opera?

No, she had a meeting.

Her

financial adviser

was looking into the hotel,

so I went alone.

Oh, I wish to God I hadn't.

I wish I'd stayed

with her, but

Do you have any idea who may

have attacked her, Mr. Spencer?

I already told

the detective inspector.

You should talk

to Lance Gardner.

You know, she knew

they were cheating her--

him and his wife.

The hotel's been losing money

hand over fist.

She threatened to expose them,

and then, uh

You know,

and then this happened.

You should talk to them.

Forgive me,

Detective Inspector, but, um,

have you actually confirmed

that he did indeed

attend the opera?

I hadn't thought

to do that, Mr. Pünd.

Well, perhaps you should.

I'll, uh

I'll wait to hear

from you, Mr. MacNeil.

Do you really think

it'll help find Cecily,

Detective Superintendent?

A public appeal

can't do any harm, sir.

What if someone's holding her

against her will?

Well, they'll see it,

and they'll know

we're looking for her.

These sorts of broadcasts

have helped in the past, sir.

All right.

Yeah, I'll, I'll do it.

The television people

will be here tomorrow morning.

Shouldn't take too long.

You just missed the police.

Yes, I saw Detective

Superintendent Locke just now.

Mm.

He wants me to do

an appeal on TV.

Reaching out to Cecily.

Asking the public

for help.

Well, might be a good idea.

I'll do anything

to get her back.

Anything.

The police used that photograph

in all newspapers.

Mm-- thank you.

She looks very happy.

Yeah-- that's how she is.

Please.

Thank you.

Do you mind me

talking to you about her?

No, I, I want to

talk about her.

Ah.

I can't think

about anything else.

Where do I start?

I mean, she's

She's brilliant, kind,

wonderful mum.

Works her guts out

at the hotel.

It's one of the few things

we ever argue about.

She does too much.

So, what do you think's

happened to her?

I don't know.

Can't think.

It's all got

something to do

with that bloody book,

hasn't it?

Did you read it?

Not to begin with, no.

I'm not really into

m*rder mysteries.

Nothing personal.

Oh, no, don't worry.

I don't, I don't

read them, either.

Well, not anymore.

Did she say

where she got this?

Charity shop.

Alan Conway hated charity

shops-- no royalties.

We met him--

you know that?

He came here,

asked lots of questions

about Frank Parris

and his m*rder.

Mm.

Never heard from him again,

and forgot all about it

until she picked up the book.

What did she say about it?

Well, obviously, she recognized

lots of things.

I mean, I was in it.

Her mum, her dad.

She was annoyed.

Thought we ought to sue.

I dissuaded her.

So you did read it.

Yes, yes,

she asked me to.

I, I thought it was harmless.

I mean, wasn't set in Suffolk,

didn't use any of our names.

The author was dead--

there was nothing we could do.

Cecily knew that

Stefan was innocent.

Yeah.

The evidence was all stacked up

against him.

She found the truth

in the book.

We talked about it

the morning she disappeared.

She said she'd read

another chapter in bed,

and

And she'd found something.

Oh!

Which chapter?

I don't know, Susan.

I'm sorry, I should've asked,

but I was in a hurry.

I, I had to go to

a meeting in Ipswich.

New brochures.

Daddy!

Roxie!

Hello, sweetheart.

Oh!

This is Susan.

She's gonna help us

find Mummy.

Hello, Roxie.

I'm Roxana.

It's a very pretty name.

Cess chose it.

Uh, this is Gwyneth Endicott.

Derek's mother.

Derek's our night manager.

Oh.

Gwyneth helps us with Roxie.

And we could not manage

without her.

I'll take her up for a bath,

Aiden.

And then I'll make tea

for the both of you.

Thank you, Gwyneth.

It's nice to meet you.

And you.

Come on, my love.

Go on, sweetheart.

So, what happened

when you came home?

Hm?

From Ipswich.

Oh, um

Cess wasn't here.

Um, I wasn't worried,

not to begin with.

I asked Gwyneth,

and she said

she'd gone out

with the dog.

Had she said

where she'd gone?

Well, she usually

walked over in Woodbridge,

along the River Deben, but

I mean, she hadn't said

anything to Gwyneth,

so I went upstairs with Roxie,

read her a story.

Only realized

something was wrong when

I heard the dog barking

outside the door.

He had his lead on,

but he was alone.

There was

no sign of Cess.

So what did you do?

I'm sorry, Susan,

I can't talk about this

right now.

I've got to go to Roxie.

Oh

I

I called her on her mobile.

I looked in the hotel,

I called her parents,

and then I called the police.

Look, I'm, I'm sorry.

Could you, um, can you

show yourself out?

Yes, sure.

It's just that I, I've been

over and over this.

I just,

I can't do this anymore.

Hello,

I'm Susan Ryeland.

Uh-- you must be Derek.

I think I just met

your mum.

Have, have you been

with Aiden?

Yes.

Feel so sorry for him.

Mm.

He and Miss Treherne

are the loveliest people.

They're made

for each other.

Yeah.

You were on reception

the night it happened.

You mean

when Mr. Parris died?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Must've been awful

for you.

I actually met him.

I helped check him in.

I heard he wasn't easy.

It's not my place to say.

Well, if it was just

between us two.

He wasn't very polite.

Why did I think

you were going to say that?

Well, he wasn't.

I had to order

a taxi for him.

He didn't even say

thank you.

You were the key witness.

That's right, I had to

talk to the police.

What did you see?

Not sure I should

really tell you.

I'm trying to find

Cecily, Derek.

Before it's too late.

Mm All right.

I was over there.

Night reception.

I was on me own that night.

There'd been a party.

I'd been invited, but

I'm not the party sort.

Anyway, I had my job to do.

It was about midnight

when I heard it.

It was Chase, Cecily's dog.

He slept in a basket upstairs.

He must have had a bad dream

or something.

What is it, Chase?

What is it?

It's all right.

There, all right.

And it was

while I was there

that I saw him.

Stefan?

I wondered what he was doing

in the hotel

so late at night, but

when I looked down the corridor,

there was no sign of him.

There's not much more to say.

I had to tell the police.

Didn't really like doing that.

You sure it was him?

Did look like him.

He had Stefan's woolly hat,

he was carrying

his maintenance kit.

Did you see his face?

Not completely.

I, I did tell Mr. Locke that.

But he didn't listen.

I just didn't want to get him

into any more trouble.

Not if it wasn't his fault.

Stefan had already been fired.

For stealing.

That wasn't him.

You won't tell Lisa

I said this, will you?

Oh, no.

There'd been a lot

of petty pilfering.

Everyone knew it wasn't him.

Who was it, then?

It was Natasha.

Whenever she went into a room,

something went missing.

It's almost a joke.

We were glad when she left.

I think she's out

of the country now.

But Stefan took the blame

in the end.

I mean, that must have

upset you.

There wasn't anything

I could do.

Anyway, after

the m*rder happened,

and he confessed

and everything,

hardly mattered anymore.

Thanks.

Oh, um

You said when you first

met Frank Parris,

he asked you to order

a taxi for him.

That's right.

Do you know where it went?

I do know, 'cause

the police asked me,

and anyway, I always

wrote these things down.

So where did he go?

Oh, uh

He went into Framlingham,

had a meeting at

a solicitor's office

Wesley and Khan

in Framlingham.

Sajid Khan.

Ha!

We've met.

Ah

Hello.

Something made you bark.

What was it, hm?

What did you see?

Don't think Chase

will tell you anything.

I don't think we've met.

Liam Corby, spa manager.

I'm Susan

I know who you are.

Whole hotel was told

you were coming.

Bit of a fool's errand,

if you ask me.

What, do you think

Cecily's dead?

She's been missing

almost a week.

A woman like Cecily Treherne

doesn't just

run away or go into hiding

because something upset her.

So you think

she's been k*lled?

I didn't say that.

Just because there was one

gruesome m*rder at the hotel

doesn't mean

there has to be another.

When did you

leave Australia?

When I came here.

When was that?

Why do you

want to know?

Frank Parris

lived in Australia.

Yep.

Big country,

you know.

Doesn't mean

we ever met.

But you were here

when he died.

Gruesomely m*rder*d.

Only exciting thing

that ever happened around here.

Were you close

to Stefan?

Yeah, we were mates.

Do you think he did it?

Honestly, I've got no idea.

Police said he did.

Court said he did,

he said he did, so

Seems pretty likely.

I feel sorry

for the poor b*stard,

the way they

treated him, but

it's a long way behind us now.

Nothing anyone can do

about that.

I suggest you just

enjoy your free stay,

make the most of it.

Massages on the house.

Who k*lled Melissa James?

The last person

to see her alive

had been her financial adviser,

Algernon Marsh.

But her physician,

Dr. Leonard Collins,

had been the last

to hear her.

And so it was Dr. Collins

that Atticus Pünd

had come to meet.

Are you sure you're

all right, Miss Cain?

Oh, very much so,

Mr. Pünd, yes.

I, I'm so sorry I made

such a fool of myself.

Ooh, not at all, ooh.

Oh, this, this is the car

driven by Dr. Collins?

Uh, no, his brother-in-law,

Algernon Marsh.

Melissa's so-called

financial adviser.

Oh, you said

you didn't trust him.

That's right.

Well, it would seem

he's also not reliable

behind the wheel

of a car.

If you've come to see Algernon,

I'm afraid

he's not here.

No, it is you I have come

to see, Dr. Collins.

Oh, well, I have already told

Detective Inspector Chubb

everything I know.

And yet it would be

helpful for me

to hear it once again,

from you.

Are you sure you won't

have some cake, Mr. Pünd?

Oh, there is nothing

like my wife's Battenberg.

Not for me, thank you.

I'll have

another slice.

I'm afraid I have

some questions to ask you

about Melissa James.

Please, fire away.

How well did you know her?

Well, I was her doctor.

So you could say I knew her

as well as anyone.

Well, she took

advantage of you.

She would call

my husband day or night.

And she often came here.

It never seemed

to occur to her

that Leonard might have

other patients.

To be fair to her,

she was under

a lot of strain.

Yes, the hotel.

Mm.

It had been losing money.

She blamed the Gardners.

She believed that they were

stealing from her.

Well, I don't think

there's any doubt of it.

The hotel was always full,

but it had never shown a profit

from the day

she'd bought it.

It made her

quite anxious.

She told you

she was being watched.

She did say that, yes.

PÜ

Watched?

Mm.

From the street?

No, at home.

And she said things were

being taken from her room.

Not valuable things--

small things.

Such as?

She wouldn't say.

PÜ

Mm-- mm.

You received a telephone call

from Miss James

on the day that she died.

That's right-- Sam was here.

I remembered the time

from the clock.

Mm.

Can you tell me

exactly what occurred?

Yes, yes.

Um, I had just

finished surgery

Hello?

I have to speak to Dr. Collins,

please!

Is he there?

It's urgent.

It's Melissa-- for you.

Please, hurry, please!

Oh, my God.

Please, please,

please come round.

I don't know what to do!

I'm so frightened, please.

He wants to k*ll me.

Please don't leave me here

on my own.

Melissa-- Melissa, please.

Please try to calm down.

Can you leave the house?

I don't know.

He's still here.

Oh, my God, help me--

please, hurry!

He wants to k*ll me!

Please hurry! Please!

Stay right where you are.

I will be with you

in two minutes.

In fact, it took me

ten minutes

to get there.

Finding my keys, uh,

the car wouldn't start.

There was a tractor

in the lane.

Mm.

I'm still kicking

myself.

If only I'd gotten there sooner.

Well, you could've

been k*lled yourself.

Well

You're certain she said,

"There's a man in the house."

Well, I can't be certain,

but that is what

it sounded like, yes.

And you heard this conversation,

too,

Mrs. Collins.

Yes.

It was definitely Melissa,

and she was definitely

in fear of her life.

Mm-- mm.

Oh!

Thank you for cooperation,

Dr. Collins.

And very good cake.

Um, I'll take you

to the hotel, Mr. Pünd.

You staying at the Moonflower?

Yes, we have rooms there.

Well, it won't be the same

without Melissa.

Do you think we should've

told them?

What?

About the money.

Well, I don't see

that it's got

anything to do

with any of this.

Melissa didn't know

anything about it.

Nobody did-- no, no, no,

it's, it's nobody's business

except ours.

I think we should leave here,

Leonard.

I don't think

we can stay anymore.

This is a new chance

for us, my darling.

It's a blessing.

It's a chance for us

to get away from Tawleigh

and build a new life

for ourselves.

Well, where will we go?

Wherever you want to go.

I just want to be with you.

Somewhere far away.

How do you do it?

I mean,

how do you even begin?

Begin what?

To work things out.

Ah.

I'm reading the book.

I've read the book.

There is nothing in it

that has anything to do

with what happened here.

Is that really true?

You tell me-- except you won't,

will you?

You never do.

I will say only this.

There is one thing

that is indeed the same.

From the moment

I first arrived in Tawleigh,

I was aware

Something wrong.

It was, if you like,

an atmosphere.

A sense of evil

in the air.

It's here, too.

Do you not feel it?

You need, I think,

to be careful.

It might have been better

not to have come.

Yes, but

I'm here because of the m*rder

of Frank Parris.

I need the money.

Get out, Frank!

We have information

that could help you.

You should've told her.

It's none of her business.

Why does everything

have to be so complicated?

The investigation

or your personal life?