01x03 - Episode 3

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Melissa James had no enemies.

She called her physician,

Dr. Leonard Collins.

MELISSA

He wants to k*ll me!

The k*ller strangles her

with a telephone cord,

tearing it from the wall.

He drove straight round,

but by the time he arrived,

she was dead.

Who do you think

may be responsible?

You should talk to Lance

Gardner-- him and his wife.

Have you actually

confirmed

that her husband did indeed

attend the opera?

And there's a film

producer called Oscar Berlin.

I've changed my mind.

Well, there's

her financial adviser,

a man by the name

of Algernon Marsh.

He was m*rder*d-- at a wedding.

Maybe I did say

that it would make a good story,

but I didn't tell him

to write it.

You were the key witness--

what did you see?

Stefan?

Cecily knew that Stefan

was innocent.

She found the truth in the book.

She read it.

And then she disappeared.

You need, I think,

to be careful.

Cecily

I don't know what's happened

or what's upset you.

But please

Let us know that you're safe.

We are all so worried

about you.

Roxie and I are at home,

waiting for you.

And your mum.

And dad, and Lisa.

We need to talk to you--

we want to help you.

Oh, the poor man.

It's so awful.

And if there's anyone out there

holding Cecily against her will,

please.

Let her go.

It's not too late right now,

but we need to know

that she's safe.

Uh, Mrs. MacNeil was last seen

in the vicinity of the hotel

last Wednesday.

She may have been

walking her dog,

a black Labrador called Chase.

If anyone has any information

about Mrs. MacNeil,

we would urge them to call us

on the number

being shown on the screen.

All calls will be

answered in confidence.

Thank you.

You can't be sure

that's true.

She's six feet underground

in the middle of a wood

with a rope around her neck.

She's not gonna be found.

How can you say that?

Just a guess.

Good morning, Mr. Pünd.

Oh, Miss Cain,

how are you?

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

I hope you slept well

and were able to put the events

of yesterday behind you.

I feel very foolish.

If I'm going to be

working with a detective,

then I should expect unpleasant

details to be part of the job.

Not at all.

I've never allowed myself

to become inured

to the sight

or the description of violence.

m*rder, it's not a business.

Nor is it a pastime.

Your sensitivity

does you credit.

I just hope that you can

find out who's responsible.

That is why we are here.

Well, if you've

finished your breakfast,

the hotel manager

has asked to see you.

Mr. Lance Gardner.

Do you mind if I put

forward an opinion, Mr. Pünd?

Not at all.

I don't trust him an inch.

Hm!

We just wanted to tell you,

Mr. Pund

Oh, uh, it's Pünd.

that any way

we can help you.

It's awful.

It's unbelievable.

Yeah, we've been running this

hotel ever since she bought it.

Running it into the ground,

from what we hear.

I don't know who

you've been talking to,

but that is

an outrageous lie!

But you had argued

with Melissa James.

She made certain accusations.

Yeah, she didn't know

what she was talking about.

Threatening us with an audit--

it was completely out of order.

She planned to have

your accounts examined?

She had her financial adviser

come down from London.

But we would've been

glad to meet him.

We had nothing to hide.

Well, then, perhaps

I could take a look.

Well

I worked in the

accounts department

of Associated Biscuits

for 12 years.

It might be helpful

to understand

the financial circumstances

of the hotel.

Well, you're barking up

the wrong tree.

Actually

we're glad you're both here.

We, uh

We have information

that could help you.

Oh, please.

Yeah, Miss James

had an office here,

and after she died,

we found this.

It's, uh, obviously

a first draft.

Doesn't say

who it's to.

"My darling, darling.

"I can't go on living

this lie anymore.

"I simply can't.

"We have to be brave

and tell the world

about the love we share."

It's dated

last February.

And this is

her handwriting?

Most definitely.

You should have given this

to Detective Inspector Chubb.

Well, we gave it to you, uh

We thought you'd be grateful.

PÜ

This is evidently

not addressed to her husband.

Yeah, I'm no detective,

Mr. Pünd,

but if John Spencer

found out

that his wife was planning

to leave him

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

He'd k*ll her.

Miss Ryeland, what a pleasure

to see you again.

Don't tell me you're involved

in another m*rder.

I, uh, I'll be honest

and say that I have dined out

on many occasions following

our last encounter.

I'm sure you have, Mr. Khan.

So what brings you back

to our neck of the woods?

Well, I've been asked

to help with the disappearance

of Cecily Treherne, or MacNeil.

That's her married name.

Ah, yes, yes.

I, I never met the lady myself,

but I saw the police broadcast.

So, how do you believe

that you can help?

Well, there's a possibility

she knew something

about a m*rder that happened

eight years ago-- Frank Parris.

Well, of course

I remember that.

Alan Conway wrote about it.

Yes, yes.

It's his third book.

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

Oh! You've read it.

Twice.

Huh.

And you met Frank Parris.

Absolutely,

in this very room.

It's not an experience

I'm likely to forget.

It seems a very simple matter

to me, Mr. Khan.

The house was left

to me and my sister equally,

and, unfortunately,

I need my half.

Of the house.

The money.

You say she won't be happy

about selling it,

and I'm very sorry,

but I wasn't aware

that happiness was

prescribed by English law.

The only reason I'm here

is to give you notice

of my intentions.

He seemed angry-- unhappy.

Probably because

his business had gone bust.

Mm.

But you say he had a sister

who lived here, in Suffolk.

That's right, yes,

the house is in Westleton,

uh, left to them by

their parents years ago.

As a matter of fact,

I did the conveyancing.

It's a beautiful place.

Right.

And what was the sister's

name?

Joanne Webster.

I see no harm

in telling you now.

She's no longer

a client of mine,

and I have to say,

I am quite relieved.

Why was that?

I think she inherited some of

the same genes as her brother.

She was very rude,

very demanding,

and she treated her husband

disgracefully.

Martin Webster.

I met them three

or four times,

and he never got a word

in edgeways.

Yeah-- Westleton.

Heath House.

Mr. Parris went straight there

after he'd seen me.

Oh, that can't have gone well.

Well, uh,

they never talked about it.

But then, of course,

the next day, he was dead.

Was there anything

they could've done,

legally,

to stop the sale of the house?

I'm afraid not.

Mr. Parris let them live there

for 20 years,

but the will was very clear.

Mr. and Mrs. Webster could

buy him out at market price,

but if they were unable

to do so,

well, they had no choice

but to put it up for sale.

Right.

Well, thank you, Mr. Khan--

pleasure to see you again.

Likewise, Miss Ryeland.

How, how's your sister,

by the way?

Katie?

Yeah, she mentioned

that you were coming to Suffolk.

You saw Katie?

Of course.

She's a client?

She has consulted me.

Nothing of, uh,

any importance.

Oh, she never mentioned it

to me.

I doubt it even

crossed her mind.

I think these need moving

to shrubs and small trees.

Right, Mrs. Williams.

Thank you.

Susan!

What are you doing here?

Oh, that wasn't quite

the welcome I was expecting.

Well, look, um, no,

I'm just surprised.

Have you been to the house?

No, I came straight here.

Well, it's lovely to see you.

Oh, you've never visited me

at work before.

Well, I didn't have

much of a garden

in Crouch End.

Oh, I suppose it's all,

um, olive trees and oregano,

now you're in Crete.

Got time for a coffee?

Have you?

Of course, yeah--

come, come on through.

Thought you were busy,

up to your eyes in m*rder again.

Couldn't believe it when

you told me on the phone.

Thank you.

So, tell me all about Crete.

I want to hear

about you and Andreas.

I'm not sure there is

a "me and Andreas" right now.

I don't know.

Don't you like the hotel?

I don't like running it.

It's as if the whole world

is having fun except me.

Oh, Sue

Oh, I was so happy for you

when you went out there.

I, I thought you'd

finally found yourself.

You mean I was more

like you.

Oh, don't say that.

Why not?

Well, you shouldn't compare

yourself to me.

I saw Sajid Khan this morning.

Sajid Khan?

Yes, the solicitor--

he said he'd seen you.

Did he?

Yeah, he said you consulted him.

Oh, of course, um

Yeah, we had to fire

one of the managers.

And it, it wasn't

very pleasant,

and he was giving us

some legal advice.

Right.

Well, I was just worried,

that's all.

Yeah, well,

he's talking out of turn,

'cause he was dealing

with the center, not me.

So, I might have to have a word.

But everything is okay?

How's Gordon?

He's fine.

Yeah, he'll be sorry

to miss you.

Where is he?

New York-- again.

But Jack's at home.

In fact, he's working here.

Well, how's that happened?

I thought he was at uni.

Well, he's dropped out

for a year.

It's all got a bit much,

so he's come back home.

But obviously,

there was no point

in him lounging round the house

all day,

so I've got him

a part-time job here.

Can I see him?

Of course!

Oh, he'll be thrilled.

Jack, look who's here.

Hi.

Hi, Aunt Susan.

Oh, you're not seriously

gonna call me "aunt,"

are you?

Oh, you look

You look a bit sweaty.

Jack's doing very well,

he's really made his mark.

Yes, your mum was saying

that you've taken

a year out of university.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, with everything

that's happened,

there didn't seem much point,

so

Exams-- all that pressure.

And we're very lucky

to have him here.

I have to take this back, so

Yeah.

Lovely to see you, Jack.

Yeah.

And I'll walk with you

to your car.

Oh, well, that's Jack.

What ever happened

to the little boy

who used to tell jokes

all the time

and wanted to be

a racing driver?

He grew up.

You should come and visit

more often.

So, Katie, what did he mean by

"everything that's happened"?

He had problems

at university, Sue.

He was getting behind

with his work,

he's never been very good

under pressure.

Look, I don't want

to go into it, please.

So, when am I gonna

see you again?

Whenever you like.

We'll have to meet

in Woodbridge, though,

because I've got the builders in

at the moment.

Oh.

Oh, they're just

redecorating,

but the kitchen's

a disaster.

There's a very nice pub, though,

down by the river.

Okay, I'll call you.

Take care.

Yeah.

Don't get yourself

into any more trouble.

You should've told her.

Well

It's none of her business.

And I didn't want to.

Why not?

'Cause there's nothing

she can do.

So, we're just

meant to stand here

and pretend

everything's all right?

That's not

what we're doing.

We're just trying

to find a way through this.

Mum, you're so full of it,

do you know that?

How dare you talk to me

like that?

How dare you talk

to me like that here?

You've got no idea.

Excuse me,

but are you Martin Webster?

I am, yes,

how can I help?

My name is Susan Ryeland.

This might sound strange,

but I'm here

because of something

that happened a long time ago.

The m*rder of Frank Parris.

That was a very long time ago.

Yes.

Why don't you come in?

Okay, thank you.

Hard to believe

it's been almost eight years

since Frank's death.

Amazing how the time flies.

You saw him

the day he died?

Well, technically, Frank was

k*lled on the Saturday,

just after midnight.

We saw him the day before.

We hadn't seen him

since he left London.

He emigrated to Australia.

Yes.

Set up his own agency there.

It was called Day's End,

but didn't last very long,

I'm afraid.

Gone by the day's end,

you might say-- it went bust.

Was that why he wanted you

to buy out

his share in the house?

Who told you that?

It's hardly confidential,

darling.

Yes, that's what he came

here for.

And I have to say,

it was a very

memorable visit.

You can't do this to us, Frank.

We've been here

all our married lives.

I'm not "doing" anything

to you, dear.

Maybe you should be thanking me.

I let you live here.

I never asked you

for a penny's rent.

Why would we have even

considered paying you rent?

He could've asked.

For heaven's sake, Martin,

stay out of it!

It's got nothing to do with you.

I live here, too.

I am not selling this house.

I am not moving.

I've already spoken to

your solicitor in Framlingham.

You don't have any choice.

Joanne

No, Martin!

You disgust me, Frank,

coming here like this.

If Mum and Dad could see you

Oh, thank goodness

they never did.

The disgusting life

you led in London!

All those young men,

the parties,

and all the rest of it!

Are you jealous,

darling?

Just get out, Frank!

Go! I don't want to talk

to you.

Then talk to Khan.

It's nice to see

you haven't changed

in all these years, Joanne.

You're still a cow

who makes life miserable

for anyone who comes near.

Nice seeing you again, Martin.

I'll see myself out.

You weren't much help.

Would've been awful,

wouldn't it, dear?

If we'd been forced

to sell this place.

Yes.

Fortunately, never came to that.

You mean he was m*rder*d.

Exactly.

Were you at all upset

by the news?

Well

Of course we were.

Don't get us wrong, Susan.

No matter what else

Frank Parris may have been,

he was still Joanne's brother.

What's that old saying?

Blood runs thicker than water?

And there was

a lot of blood.

Joanne in particular

was, uh,

was very upset

when she heard the news.

Here we are.

This is, uh, very possibly

the last picture

ever taken of him.

I took it out the front here.

See for yourself.

Brother and sister,

and the very best of friends.

PÜ

Mr. Berlin?

Yes?

My name is Atticus Pünd.

I am helping the police

with their inquiries

into the death of Melissa James.

I cannot help you, Mr. Pünd.

I've already told the police

everything I know.

I wish only to eliminate you

from the investigation.

Very well.

Melissa left the hotel.

We, we had not had

a pleasant encounter.

I have made no secret of that.

But that was it--

I never saw her again.

She had decided not

to take part in a film.

Not just a film, Mr. Pünd.

The film I was born to make.

Eleanor of Aquitaine,

the mother of England's

greatest monarch,

King Richard I.

She had agreed to play the part,

I believed her,

and for the next three years,

I devoted myself

to this subject.

I developed the script,

I raised the finance.

I sold everything I had

to make it happen.

And then, weeks before

production, she told me

that she had changed her mind.

You must have been angry.

Angry enough to k*ll her?

Maybe I was.

What did you do after she left?

I was choked up inside.

I could not breathe,

I needed air.

So I, I went out, I went for a

walk-- what else could I do?

Where did you walk?

On, on the beach.

The one they call

Grey Sands.

It would be helpful

if somebody saw you.

I wish they had,

but it was late.

It was just me

and the waves, Mr. Pünd.

There was nobody else about.

You went for a walk

on Grey Sands?

Yes.

Well, forgive me

for interrupting, Mr. Pünd.

But I think the gentleman

must be mistaken.

I grew up close to here,

and it's impossible to walk

on the beach after00.

Certainly at this time

of the year.

The afternoon tide.

The beach is flooded.

I'm sorry,

what are you saying?

Only that you could've tried

to have walked,

but you'd have got very wet.

The tide was high.

It would've been up

to your neck.

PÜ

Perhaps, after all,

it was another beach.

I

On the other hand, if you do not

wish to be implicated

in this crime, Mr. Berlin,

it would be

much better if you told us

the truth.

I need some water.

Miss Cain?

Of course.

I have been stupid.

To lie to the police

is always unwise.

I didn't have anything useful

to tell them.

I just did not wish

to be involved.

But you are involved, and now

you must tell us everything.

Here.

Thank you.

All right--

I went to her house,

to Clarence Keep.

What time was this?

Five past six.

23 minutes before

she called Dr. Collins.

What did you hope to achieve?

I thought I might be able

to persuade her to think again

about the film.

Did you see her?

No.

I parked close by.

I did not want her

to see me arrive.

I went up to the front door,

but before I could knock,

I heard the sound

of a terrible argument.

I want you out of my house

by the end of the week.

Please

I have had enough,

Mrs. Chandler.

I warn you, I may very well

contact the police.

Please.

The hotel was crooked,

and if I hadn't have seen it

with my own eyes,

I wouldn't have believed it.

Please don't! It will k*ll me!

Oh, just go, you and Eric!

By the end of the week.

It was clearly not

the best time to approach her.

So I, I thought I would wait

till the next day.

But of course,

there was no next day.

It was foolish of me, madness,

to go at all.

She was talking

to her housekeeper.

Yes.

Mrs. Chandler,

she had nothing to do

with the running of the hotel.

I can only tell you

what I heard, Mr. Pünd.

Ask her--

she will tell you the truth.

Melissa definitely said,

"The hotel was crooked."

"Crooked," hm.

Miss Cain.

Hm?

PÜ

You never mentioned

that you knew

this part of the world.

I've never been here

before in my life, Mr. Pünd.

Yes, I'm afraid I made it up.

All that business

about Grey Sands.

I could see that he was

fibbing and I thought

I might be able

to flush him out.

You're a remarkable person.

You two ready, then?

PÜ

We're at your disposal,

Detective Inspector.

Right, let's go.

Miss Ryeland.

Joanne.

There's something I want you

to understand.

Whatever Martin

may have said just now,

we didn't want to see Frank,

and we don't want

to see you again, either.

I'm sorry?

This has got nothing to do

with us.

And it's got nothing

to do with you.

So just get lost

and leave us alone!

Why does everything have to be

so bloody complicated?

The investigation

or your personal life?

Both.

I can only help

with one of those.

Yes, I, I know.

Oh, God.

I haven't smoked

for six months.

I've been so good!

I'm not going to

find Cecily, am I?

I don't know what I'm doing,

that's the problem.

I don't even know

where to start.

But you've already started.

You've met the protagonists,

you ask questions.

Yes, but the questions

just lead to more questions.

And nobody's giving me

any answers.

Let me give you some advice,

Susan-- m*rder has a pattern.

To begin with,

you may see only violence

and chaos,

but the pattern, yeah?

It's always there.

Well, uh

I've got a m*rder

that happened eight years ago.

The wrong man arrested.

The real k*ller hidden

inside a work of fiction,

which has little or nothing

to do with real life.

And now the disappearance,

and possibly the m*rder,

of Cecily Treherne.

Where's the pattern

in all of that?

Forgive me,

but do you not perhaps

need to approach all of this

in a more orderly manner?

Go on, tell me.

You look here,

you look there.

You, you, you look

in every direction.

But it would be so much easier

if you take it

one step at a time.

That's really helpful,

thank you.

Four simple questions,

that's all it comes down to.

Mmm.

Who, why, what,

and, and where?

Go on.

Who k*lled Frank Parris?

It wasn't Stefan Leonida,

I'm sure of that.

Good-- one step forward

already.

Yes.

Right, so,

the next question is,

why was he k*lled?

Why indeed? He was a stranger

to the country.

He was visiting his sister,

his brother-in-law.

Because he wanted them

to sell the house.

But all of that happened

outside of the hotel.

Alan Conway didn't even

meet them.

So, then what?

What did he put in his book?

And finally?

Where is Cecily

Treherne?

Oh

That's what

you have to discover.

That's why you're here.

But I, I fear that, for you,

this is the most

difficult question of all.

Because I'm afraid

of the answer.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

I do what I can.

Oh, may, may I give you

one other piece of advice?

Of course.

You should really stop smoking.

Ah!

You're not real, are you?

You're just

my guilty conscience.

Always a pleasure to see you,

Susan.

Two, three, yeah, come back up.

Yeah, one more,

down, two,

three, hold it,

and gently back up.

Right, well done.

Take a one-minute rest,

grab some water.

What is it?

Susan Ryeland.

Your friend from Crete.

Oh, she's no friend of mine.

I can believe that.

Have you spoken to her?

We exchanged a few words.

What did you tell her?

I told her she was wasting

her time.

Is that all?

I said it was

a wild goose chase,

that Cecily's probably dead.

It's what you think, isn't it?

I don't know what I think.

Course, I could've

told her a lot more.

You don't know anything.

I know how you and your parents

were treating Stefan.

I know how much you were

paying him, for a start.

Maybe I should put in

for a pay rise myself.

For keeping my mouth shut

about what goes on around here.

Do you think anyone else

would employ you, Liam?

The only reason

you've stayed here so long

is because you've got

nowhere else to go.

You're not the only one

keeping your mouth shut.

Down on the mat, Lisa.

Press-ups.

Give me ten.

One, two, three

I saw the broadcast

this morning.

Is there any news?

Uh, the usual flurry

of reports.

Nothing concrete.

I worry how much longer

the police can keep search

They'll find her.

Yes, of course, they will.

I keep thinking about her

on her wedding day,

here in this hotel,

all those years ago.

She was so happy.

So radiant.

Nervous.

Yeah, that, too.

She couldn't sleep,

worrying about

all the arrangements, and

in the end, I got her pills.

But she didn't take them.

Why was she so worried?

Well, Cecily's

a perfectionist.

As far as she was

concerned,

nothing could go wrong.

You remember

that horoscope?

Oh, God, yes.

It was in the newspaper

the day of the wedding.

It said there were

going to be ups and downs.

She believed that?

Oh, absolutely, yeah.

She read it every day.

And it was true--

the flowers didn't show up.

Then there was

that business with the pen.

Yeah, that was Stefan

again.

Or at least

that's what we all believed.

What happened?

A fountain pen of mine

went missing

the day before the wedding.

Um, quite an expensive one.

I'd lent it to Cecily.

Why?

Good luck.

Something old, something new,

something borrowed

Oh, yes.

Stefan took it.

I'm sorry.

Why would Stefan steal

a fountain pen?

I, I've no idea.

Ask Aiden-- he saw him.

The pen?

Why are you even

asking about that?

Lawrence mentioned it.

Oh, I don't know,

it was there on the side.

Stefan came in with a whole

pile of cards and presents.

And after he'd gone,

it wasn't there anymore.

I never accused him,

if that's what you mean.

Never thought for a minute

that he'd taken it.

Anyway, what does it matter?

Cecily just borrowed something

from Lisa,

and then that was that,

that was the end of it.

She never mentioned it again.

Thank you.

Where's Roxana?

School.

This must be very hard on her.

I keep telling her that

Mummy will be

coming back.

You've no idea what it's like

to feel so powerless.

Just have to sit there,

waiting.

The police will find her.

That's easy enough to say,

isn't it?

It's been

eight days now.

Have you found anything?

Anything at all?

Not yet.

Is it true that Lawrence

is paying you £10,000

to come here

and just read the book?

I mean, the book

that you published?

Who told you that?

Lisa.

Well, I hope I'm doing

more than that.

Like what?

Well, um, I'm going

to London tomorrow.

I'm hoping to speak

to Stefan Leonida.

He's in jail in Norfolk.

I have a friend who works

with the prison service,

the writer Craig Andrews.

I'm hoping that he can

arrange a visit for me.

And I'm going

to see James Taylor.

Who's James Taylor?

He was Alan's partner-- he kept

all of Alan's notes and diaries.

And he may be able

to give me some idea

of what Alan was thinking

when he came here.

That's worth £10,000,

is it?

Aiden,

it's not just about the money.

See, that's not what Lisa said.

I am trying to help.

What, and the pen's got

something to do with it,

does it?

I don't know.

Cecily is out there.

Cecily is in trouble.

And that is all

that matters.

Finding her.

Let me know

if there's any news.

Of course.

Good luck.

Mr. Marsh.

Yes?

I wonder if we might

have a word.

If you're looking

for my brother-in-law,

he's with a patient.

Well, we're not here

to see Dr. Collins, sir.

We want to talk

to you.

Mm.

PÜ

When was the last time

you saw Melissa James?

I'm sure you already

know the answer to that.

I saw her on the evening

of her death.

She had requested

a meeting.

Exactly, yeah,

she was worried about the hotel,

its finances--

I was her adviser.

PÜ

You advised her, I believe,

to invest £55,000 in a company

called Day's End Holdings.

Is that correct?

Yes.

Although I'd be very

interested to know

where you got

that figure, huh?

Her bank manager.

PÜ

What is the business

of Day's End Holdings,

Mr. Marsh?

It's building villas

in the South of France.

A place called Cap Ferrat.

It's a very, very

up-and-coming area.

PÜ

And, um,

how many villas has it built?

Ah, well, uh

It's not quite

as simple as all that.

Oh, I think it's

very simple.

None at all!

These things do take time.

PÜ

Had you informed Miss James

that you were the proprietor

of the company?

That it, in fact,

belonged to you?

Um, I'm sure

she was aware of it.

Meaning no.

Are you aware of the Larceny Act

of 1916, Section 32,

prohibiting the obtaining

of money under false pretenses

with the intention

to defraud, Mr. Marsh?

I didn't defraud anybody!

And I didn't k*ll Melissa,

if that's what you think.

She and I had worked

together for a long time.

We had a close relationship.

A very, very close

relationship.

She trusted me.

Where did you go

after you saw her?

I had a drink at the pub.

Several drinks.

Well, I imagine

someone will have seen you.

Well, I'm sure that you'll ask.

It's a Ponzi scheme, isn't it?

Day's End Holdings?

Mm.

Investors put money

into a business

which is only used

to bring other investors in.

It only takes one of them

to pull out

and the whole thing collapses.

But Mr. Marsh has suggested

that he and Miss James

were more than

business partners.

"My darling, darling,

we have to tell the world."

He's not an unattractive man.

It's possible.

I've decided

to stay with my sister.

When?

Haven't you got

anything better to do

than sit there

reading that stupid comic?

We're gonna have

to leave here.

You heard what Miss James said.

But she's not here anymore.

She knew.

And there's no saying

who she'll have told.

Anyway, Mr. Spencer

won't keep the house now.

We've got no place here.

Where will I go?

That's your problem.

It's the police.

Oh!

Good morning, sir.

I'm afraid Mr. Spencer

is not in the house.

Actually, Mrs. Chandler,

it's you we've come to see.

Um, can we come in?

Yes, sir.

Hm.

I'm afraid you're gonna have

to come clean with us,

Mrs. Chandler.

I don't know

what you mean, sir.

On the night of her death,

you had an argument

with Melissa James.

I would never argue with

my employer, sir.

She fired you--

you gonna deny it?

She also threatened you

with the police.

She accused us of theft.

She had completely

the wrong end of the stick.

We hadn't taken

anything!

And yet,

Miss James told her physician,

Dr. Collins, that items

were being taken from her room.

It's, it's not true.

She also believed

that she was being watched.

She said,

and these were her exact words,

that "the hotel was crooked."

The managers were

stealing from her.

Everyone knew that.

Mm, yes,

but it is possible she was

referring to something else.

If you don't mind,

I would like to look upstairs.

The picture of the hotel

was crooked.

That's what

Melissa James had seen.

She said she saw it

with her own eyes.

What the

She was indeed being watched,

was she not, Eric?

An eye-hole

concealed in the wall.

PÜ

I noticed it the moment

I entered the bedroom.

PÜ

You knew of this?

I'm so ashamed.

Mother

I never wanted you!

Not from the day

you was born!

And you never let me

forget it.

His father died

in the First w*r

and left me alone with him.

His father was everything

he wasn't.

He's nothing to me.

Will you stop it?!

I don't think we should

discuss this here.

I didn't mean anything

by it.

But Miss James was so lovely.

She was like an angel.

I, I just wanted

to look at her.

You removed personal items

from her room?

A stocking.

One of her

scarves.

I, I liked to think

that she was my friend.

Uh

She was close to, to me.

And when she discovered

the truth,

when she threatened you

with arrest,

what did you do?

I, I did nothing.

I, I would, I would

never hurt her.

No, I, I didn't,

I didn't touch her.

Wonder what he did.

Who?

Derek Endicott--

he's the night manager here.

Alan Conway turned him

into this really pathetic,

sad character.

You're still reading the book.

Oh, I hate reading it-- it

reminds me of working with Alan.

How's the investigation?

Don't even ask.

I mean, Aiden, Lisa, Liam.

Martin Webster

and his horrible wife.

Even Derek-- I, I keep looking

at them and I ask,

"Could you have k*lled someone?

"Frank Parris? Cecily?

I mean, do you have that

in you?"

I don't like you being there

on your own.

Well, then, why don't you

come over and join me?

Every morning,

I wake up and I think

I'm gonna find you

lying next to me.

I sometimes think FaceTime's

the worst invention ever made.

At least it allows us

to see each other.

Do you miss me?

Do you even have to ask?

Oh, sell the bloody hotel--

we could live in Crete

and just do

something else.

Like what?

We could become shepherds?

Grow olive trees? Anything!

I, I've gotta be up

first thing

and drive to London

in the morning.

I've got an interview.

For a job?

It's an independent publishing

company, and I know the C.E.O.

Good luck.

I only want what's best for you.

I know, but

I've got to go.

Oh.

Right, thanks very much.

Oh!

Going somewhere,

Miss Ryeland?

Detective Superintendent Locke--

I thought we were

on first-name terms

by now.

We're not on any terms at all--

I want a word.

I couldn't believe it

when they told me

you were back again.

Nosing around

in police business.

I'm here because

I've been asked to help.

Help what?

Find Cecily Treherne?

Do you know how many people

I got out there

searching the woods,

digging up half the countryside?

So, what?

You think she's dead?

I didn't say that!

But this isn't one of your cozy

crime novels, Miss Ryeland.

This is a matter

of life and death.

Which happens to be

a very accurate description

of a crime novel,

Detective Superintendent.

But you know

perfectly well

that Cecily read one

of the Atticus Pünd novels

just before she disappeared.

What? And you still believe

that there was

something hidden in it?

Some sort of clue?

And you don't?

I've read

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

Had to force my way

through all 300 pages of it.

It's rubbish!

Hollywood actress strangled

in some village

that didn't even exist.

It's got absolutely nothing

to do with what happened here!

Except that everyone is in it,

including you.

You've never forgiven Alan

Conway for doing that, have you?

Alan Conway's dead and buried.

He came here,

he knew something.

If he knew something,

he should've gone to the police.

Well, yes, on that,

I agree with you.

But the fact remains,

he realized that you'd

arrested the wrong person.

And Cecily believed it, too.

Now you listen to me.

I investigated

the m*rder of Frank Parris,

and the evidence against

Stefan Leonida was overwhelming.

He pleaded guilty.

He confessed.

I want to see him.

Well, that's not gonna

happen.

Leonida k*lled Parris

for the money that he needed

to feed his gambling habit.

It was as simple as that.

Oh, what? £150?

I mean

He was a career criminal!

We have plenty

of these Romanian gangsters

operating out of Ipswich.

Begging, burglary, uh,

violent assaults,

prostitution.

These aren't nice people,

let me assure you!

Yeah

No, of course, he was Romanian,

so he must be guilty, then!

I think you should be

very careful what you say to me.

You're leaving Suffolk,

is that right?

Yes, I'm on my way to London.

Not far enough.

Let me give you a warning.

You can take whatever money

the Trehernes are stupid enough

to pay you and

get the hell out of here.

But if I see you again,

I will arrest you.

Oh, on what grounds?

Obstruction, interfering

with a police investigation.

False representation, fraud--

I don't care!

You have got no place here

and I am ordering you to leave.

So, Detective Superintendent,

what do you think's happened

to Cecily?

Well, I'm keeping an open mind.

But I'll tell you one thing

it wasn't.

It wasn't somebody named

in some stupid

m*rder mystery story

written eight years ago.

So get in your car,

get out of here,

and don't come back!

How well did you know

Mr. Parris?

They're the notes Alan made

when he was writing

"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."

PÜDo you think he knew

Miss James was having an affair?

You'd know a thing or two

about lying.

I'm looking for another job.

What does Andreas

think about all of this?