02x03 - The It Girl

[bunniefuu]

[ Camera shutter clicks]

Recently crowned

"face of the '60s,"

Birdie shot to stardom

a mind-boggling 18 months ago.

She really has captured

the spirit of the age,

recently launching her

very own fashion label.

Every girl wants to be her.

Men can't take

their eyes off her.

[ Camera shutter clicking]

But what everyone

really wants to know is

Who is Birdie?

Well, you've become

what's known as a trendsetter.

Sales of your inaugural range

have been flying out

of the shops.

Is it true you design

all the pieces yourself?

Well

Every one.

[ Record scratch]

Got her finger

on the pulse, she has.

Max Savage Birdie's manager.

[ Camera shutter clicking]

And what light can you shed

on Britain's

first fashion superstar?

Oh, I'll tell you everything

but at a press conference,

far away from swinging London.

You see, Birdie is about

to return to her nest.

- Where is she going?

- Tell us more.

[ Reporters clamoring]

I'm sorry.

I told you before.

It'll do you good to get back

to your roots.

See how far you've come.

Max, I can't do this.

What?

Y-You don't even consult me

anymore.

Birdie, it's my job

to make decisions for you.

These clothes

aren't remotely me.

I-I'd never come up with them.

But just saying you did

makes them desirable.

You are the face,

the supposed brains,

and the figure.

We need to monetise that,

make hay while the sun shines.

Have you even looked

at my designs?

'Course.

No offense, but you're

just a pretty face.

I need to express myself.

Look, be a good girl,

shut your cake hole,

and do what you do best

Looking gorgeous.

Unless you want me to leave you

in "Great Slumber"

or whatever it's called.

Please don't make me

go back there.

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We don't want this kind

of thing here, do we, Dottie?

It's an embarrassment.

And imagine finding out

your daughter's

coming home like this!

Who's coming home?

Shirl's lass.

My little Birdie

is so busy these days.

I mean, who can blame her

for forgetting her old mother?

One dreads to think

what she might be wearing

Or not wearing, for that matter.

Whatever she's wearing, Vera,

I can't be more proud.

I must say,

this is jolly exciting.

To see Birdie fly home,

so to speak.

I have absolutely no idea

who that is.

Oh, Sarge, she's only

the most famous,

not to mention the most

beautiful woman in the country.

And I sat next to her in maths!

And we are here because?

Crowd control.

Crowd control.

Exactly.

She's here.

She's actually here!

Look at them.

The clothes, the hair.

You literally saved her life.

I knew you'd hate it here.

Let's go back to Chelsea.

Nonsense.

Take a look at your home

for the next few days, eh?

Gone up in the world, ain't you?

It's literal rags to riches.

Moribund to modern.

The world needs to see that

you came from this place.

Makes my creation

all the more remarkable.

Hey, I've got your back, okay?

All you need to do

is look sensational.

♪♪

Alright.

Let's get this over with.

Clever girl.

[ Cheers and applause]

It's worse than I thought,

Dottie.

A walking obscenity!

She's naked as the day

she was born!

Hello, love.

It's good to see

so many friendly faces.

I know you'll all be wondering

why Birdie's returned,

but keep it

under your hats, will you?

I don't want the nationals here,

least not till Friday,

when I shall reveal

documentary maker Verity Martin

is examining Great Slaughter's

role in this phenomenon.

Soon, this place

will be firmly on the map.

What if we don't want

to be "on the map?"

But don't you want

to be part of it?

Be interviewed, get your moment

in the spotlight.

What if I ain't got

nothing nice to say?

You can say

whatever you like, Tom.

Any questions?

What on Earth is Birdie?

Miss Thimble, it's me.

Would you like

to come to tea, love?

5:00?

And you are?

Mrs Shirley Turner.

Robin's mother.

She'd love to.

Thank you, everyone.

Interviewees, if you'd like

to follow Moses here,

he will make you, um

[ Clears throat]

camera-ready.

Right this way.

Follow me.

Are you gonna tell me

why you're actively

inviting criticism?

- Sweet cheeks

- Don't call me sweet cheeks.

Poppet

What do you think

showing a streak

of outraged old biddies will do?

I suppose make her more

attractive to the youth market.

Clever girl.

Now go get set up.

Oh, and poppet?

Bit of lippy wouldn't hurt.

That's not part of my job,

Mr Savage.

It is now.

Right then, how about we start

with the real star of this show?

I discovered her at a party.

She had a commercial face.

It inspired me to create

her break-out look.

And now the world

and his wife knows

how pulchritudinal she was.

I think you'll find

it's "pulchritudinous."

Stop interrupting me!

Then stop making up words!

I need a break.

Perhaps, if the camera's

still rolling,

I could say a few words?

Moses, cigar, now!

Yes, Mr Savage.

[Angril] Anything you say,

Mr Savage.

♪♪

I just wanted to say,

if things get too crazy

and you need to be

escorted anywhere,

I'm your WPC.

Oh, Peggy!

It's so good to see

a friendly face.

Congratulations on the uniform.

Thanks. It's nothing compared

to what you've done.

I still can't believe

we used to be friends.

We still are.

You will be interviewed,

won't you?

Oh, no.

- No.

- Think of the exposure.

Millions will see it, worldwide.

Who knows? It could even

open doors for you.

What kind of doors?

Mr Savage!

The dribblers are ready.

This is not Carnaby Street.

This is Great Slaughter,

where we wear clothes

which are all-encompassing.

Anything else

is moral turpitude.

Weren't you young once?

I beg your pardon!

I must say, this is

all jolly exciting.

Do you have any perspectives

on Birdie to share?

No.

Not especially.

Although I do love a camera.

Hello there.

Cut!

What she's done is incredible.

It just shows you,

anyone can do anything.

I mean, she's been

all 'round the world.

And what about you?

Me?

Just to Weston-super-Mare

on the Button annual holiday.

Sounds like you've got

some living to do.

Don't go tryna make us look

like a country buncha condents!

Next!

I've bin to London 'ere, next

to the escalator. [ Laughs]

Yes, alright, alright,

alright. Yes, thank you.

Birdie's look?

Well, actually, it was me who

Time to wheel in the next

dribbler, if you don't mind.

But what kind of bird?

I have the most marvellous

repertoire of bird calls,

such as the green-winged macaw.

[ Imitating bird call]

Cut!

This whole thing has been

a car crash!

No.

It was perfect.

Ha!

[ Clock ticking]

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Her schedule must be jam-packed.

Clearly.

When was the last time

you saw her, Mrs Turner?

Two years ago, when she left.

Back when she was

just plain old Robin.

She couldn't even show her face

at her own

step-father's funeral.

Robin never accepted Harold.

She was a daddy's girl.

Could you ever have

imagined that Robin

was gonna become famous?

No, never.

But her father, Andrew

God rest his soul.

Always thought she was

gonna do great things.

He never doubted her, not once.

Where can she be?

[ Clock chimes, bird trills]

♪♪

Shirley, dear, perhaps

She's not coming, is she?

[ Church bell chimes]

♪♪

[ Thunder rumbling]

♪♪

What's wrong with your face?

Nothing.

"Nothing." Out with it.

I need recognition.

My designs are literally

everywhere.

I pay you extra for those.

And you have my gratitude.

Your gratitude?

The world needs to know

that I am an artist.

[ Door opens]

Where've you been?

Collecting last week's footage

from the lab.

I'll give dinner a miss.

Why don't we watch

that together?

No thanks, poppet.

Moses is right.

This isn't fair on either of us.

The new range has been

a massive success.

And there won't be another

unless I'm genuinely behind it.

I-I don't care about the money.

Well, I do.

So I see.

You've been spending

ever such a lot lately.

You are giving me a splitting

headache, you know that?!

I'm gonna have a bath.

We'll speak in the morning.

♪♪

[ Banging on door]

♪♪

What's going on?

He never sleeps this late.

And his door's locked.

But

thankfully I'm more than

a pretty face.

Really?

♪♪

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Et voila.

[ Dramatic music plays]

♪♪

[ Screams]

♪♪

[ Camera shutter clicking]

Alright, Sister, out with it.

Well, I believe

there was an altercation.

So, the late Mr Savage was

here,

and our attacker was here.

And you know this because?

All contact leaves a trace,

thus when Mr Savage

struck our attacker,

it resulted in this stain

on the wall here.

The sticky, sinewy

appearance indicates

that the viscosity of the blood

was increased by saliva.

Ergo it came from

the attacker's mouth.

Right.

Well, then, in retaliation,

our attacker pushes Mr Savage,

who falls backwards, hitting

his head on the chest of drawers

then falling to

the floor face-first.

And then our attacker

disappears in a puff of smoke?

The doors and the windows were

all locked from the inside.

And it can't be the fireplace.

Too messy.

And too small for an escape.

A secret passage, perhaps?

Well, we need to find out

what it is

before the press descends on us.

Agreed.

We can identify our attacker's

blood type from this.

And if all of them

have distinct blood types,

then Bob's your uncle

and Fanny's your aunt.

m*rder?!

You can't think one of us

did it?

He meant everything to me.

Everything!

[ Sobs]

We'll need statements

from you all.

Yes, and, um, blood samples.

I hope you don't mind

a little prick.

This is terrible news.

Terrible.

But it is a splendid twist

for the documentary.

Excuse me?

Would anyone mind

if I started filming right now?

This is a real-life

m*rder investigation,

not entertainment.

I must ask you to keep this

under wraps for now

and to stay in this room

while the house is searched.

One of you three

must be responsible,

so remain vigilant at all times.

Actually, there was

someone else here last night.

Someone who would definitely

want to k*ll Mr Savage.

Would you like to reveal who?

But

I only just saw him last night.

Can you tell us

what happened, Mrs Turner?

I just want to see my

daughter, please.

[ Sighs] If you must.

I'll handle this.

Don't you get it?

She doesn't want to see you.

Please.

Just let me in.

Alright.

How much?

No!

That's not why I'm here.

Do me a favour, will you?

Don't contact her again.

You're an embarrassment.

[ Door slams]

I understand you used to

clean Slaughter Manor.

You could have easily

got inside.

And right now, you have the most

compelling motive for m*rder.

Before I left, I saw Robin

looking down at me.

She closed her curtains.

So as much as I disliked

that man,

it was her choice

not to speak to me.

Right.

Well, um, would you mind

if I took a blood sample

to eliminate you

from our enquiries?

Of course.

Any road, afterwards, I went

to Miss Thimble's

for a few rounds of Gin Rummy.

Miss Thimble confirms

that she was with Mrs Turner

last night,

but, you know,

as if that counts for anything.

Any joy with un-picking

the locked room?

[Chucklin]

Oh, that's very good.

Uh, no.

A rational explanation

continues to elude me.

However, Peggy has discovered

an item of interest

in the documentary maker's room.

A film roll, sir.

Looks like someone tried

to destroy it.

With our victim's

fingerprints all over it.

Well, we need to see

what's on it.

Yes, well, I've already

taken the liberty

of isolating a few frames.

Lights, please, maestro.

[ Clears throat]

♪♪

It looks like they're

unaware they're being filmed.

Which begs the question,

just what kind of documentary

is Miss Martin actually making?

We can't let this knock us

off schedule.

I'll need your mother on camera.

Can you set that up?

The documentary is over.

Excuse me?

We're finished.

Oh, no, darling.

[ Chuckles]

We're just getting started.

I mean, I could run

your whole operation.

Moses, you're a designer.

Mr Savage taught me everything

over these last 18 months.

I know exactly what to do.

What you need, right now,

is continuity.

Would you support my designs?

Naturellement.

Right.

Well, in that case

Then that's settled.

Time to get this show

back on the road.

[ Silverware clanks]

Of course I'm devastated.

We all are.

But I know that Max is looking

down on us right now,

willing us to continue.

He'd want Birdie to live on.

It was his passion project.

When exactly did he discover

your talents as a designer?

Miss Martin, can I have a word?

Fire away.

Or would you rather speak

down at the station?

Spoilsport.

Very well, Inspector.

Are you alright?

I think so.

Poor Max.

We've decided

to soldier on without him.

May he rest in peace.

Actually, I'm glad you're here.

Are you?

There's been a shake-up

in my team.

I need an assistant of sorts.

Someone I can trust.

Why are you telling me?

Oh, darling, isn't it obvious?

♪♪

Mr Savage found out you

had your own agenda,

which is what?

To expose the truth.

You really expect people

to believe I came up with this?!

As long as you smile

and say so, they'll buy it!

I'll feel like a fraud!

Is that what you want?

- Pick that up!

- I knew it!

How dare you!

- I told you, no filming

- No!

- Without my say so!

- No!

I knew you were a snake

in the grass.

- Who are you working for?

- Myself.

This Birdie nonsense

makes a mockery of everything.

She doesn't deserve

all the attention.

This notion of celebrity

it's meaningless.

Young girls all over the

country are lapping it up.

Wearing her threads.

She's not a designer,

she's your puppet.

When my film comes out,

her credibility will

go up in smoke.

You know what I think?

You're jealous.

Of her money, her visage.

Most women have to fight

for success,

but she gets rich

because of the way she looks,

even though

she's utterly talentless?

Camera loves her.

And believe me,

it hates you, poppet.

You're a dog's dinner.

And you are a pea-brained,

misogynist arse!

♪♪

I want you gone before I wake.

And if you try to put any of

this so-called documentary out,

I'll see you in court!

So you k*lled him

to save your own skin?

- [ Door slams]

- [ Exhales]

Max Savage's death was

nothing more than fortuitous.

I can continue to show her

for what she is.

Birdie isn't real.

She's just a front.

All the groovy kids

have been taken in.

And will that satisfy you?

Ruining a young girl's life?

People deserve

to know the truth.

So yes, he sacked me.

But I'd hardly k*ll

to cover that up.

It's not worth my liberty.

If Mr Savage really was

pulling her strings,

what happens now?

Fortunately, Moses was

waiting in the wings.

He's done rather well out of

all of this, don't you think?

♪♪

Oh, my.

The chance of lifetime,

she said.

And who knows what

other doors it could open?

Well, what kind of doors?

When the world sees me,

styled by a professional,

my life could change forever,

just like Robin's.

[ Cheering]

[ Groovy music playing]

[ Camera shutter clicking]

♪♪

[ Thud]

Well, it would be a shame

to lose you, Peggy.

You are something

of a rising star.

It doesn't feel that way to me.

My life is

so dull compared to Robin's.

Theodore Roosevelt said that

"comparison is

the thief of joy."

Were you not happy

before Robin returned?

Not a peep about

Savage's death in the press.

Yet another benefit

of Ruth's departure.

What have you got for me,

Sister?

Anything on the blood?

[ Timer dings]

Our Lord has answered your

call with serendipitous timing, Sam.

Out of all of the samples taken,

there was only one match.

- Oh.

- Let me guess.

Moses Valentino.

Negative.

Oh, my giddy aunt.

I'm so sorry, Peggy.

What?

Why didn't you

say anything before?

I-I knew it would look bad.

Obviously, you didn't k*ll him.

- Button.

- Sorry, sir.

What were you doing in his room

in the first place?

I knew he was having a bath.

So I took the chance

to get some clarity.

♪♪

What do you think you're doing?

You've been ripping me off.

Wrong end of the stick, Birdie.

As usual.

Oh, you pay me

to have my own range.

10 percent of what you get.

It should be

the other way around.

When are you going to realise?

I am the organ grinder,

you are the monkey!

No. I am the one

they want to photograph.

- You are replaceable.

- [ Laughs]

You think it's that easy?

Your contract is fully binding.

I own Birdie.

We'll see about that.

I'd only ever think about

releasing you if, uh

Yes?

If you stop being so

frigid.

Get off me!

You're nothing but

but a parasite!

♪♪

Oh, that's awful.

And that's when you

pushed him in anger?

I didn't touch him.

We only have your word for that.

When I left the room,

he was fine.

Moses can vouch for that.

Mr Valentino?

He knocked on the door,

with one of Max's

disgusting cigars.

A cigar?

♪♪

Have you made your mind up?

No, not yet.

What will Dad think?

Is that any reason

to hold you back?

Leaving this place

was the best thing I ever did.

Must have been hard seeing

your mum with someone else.

Is that what she said?

That's not why I left.

Then why did you?

Hello, my love.

Everything alright?

I thought you might need

some support.

I see.

Please, I just want to talk.

Come to the house at 4:00.

Thank you.

My little bird.

You're one of the best,

Peggy Button.

I've always said so.

♪♪

Fish bums!

Just as I thought.

And I was very thorough.

Close, but no cigar.

Yes.

Very good.

Then I suppose it disappeared

into thin air, too?

Unless Birdie was lying.

Or

it went up in flames.

♪♪

♪♪

Bingo!

Good man!

So perhaps the reason why

the room was locked

is because I have

the k*ller right here.

You believe the cigar

was poisoned?

Quite possibly.

And thanks to Birdie, we know

exactly who gave it to him.

Yeah.

Yes, I took him a cigar, from

the box in the drawing room.

Because?

I wanted an excuse

to talk to him.

What about?

To see if I could convince him

to let me be in the documentary.

To get the recognition

I deserve.

And what did he say?

He agreed, of course.

Said my contribution

had to be acknowledged.

I think that's a lie.

My WPC observed Mr Savage

cruelly rebuff you

when you asked to be

in the documentary.

What can I say?

He changed his mind.

I understand that you've

taken over as, uh,

Birdie's management?

Yes.

You've done very well from

Mr Savage's death, haven't you?

A lucky byproduct

of his unfortunate demise.

I think you despised him.

That's why you poisoned the

cigar before you took it to him.

If it was poisoned, it had

nothing to do with me.

Can you prove otherwise?

Trust me.

We have our ways.

Well, then, until you have

any actual evidence,

I think you'd better

let me go, don't you?

♪♪

Oh.

Hello.

I'm here to see

my daughter, please.

Of course.

Robin will be right down.

After your interview.

- What?

- I'll be quick. Come along.

I have a huge scrapbook.

Every article, picture.

Everyone in Great Slaughter

keeps them for me.

She's my greatest achievement,

you see.

Makes my life worthwhile.

Were you a good mother?

Most of the time.

I think our audience

will want to understand

why the two of you

are estranged.

We're not.

Not anymore.

Come here.

We've let bygones be bygones.

That's all I ever wanted.

And cut.

You can go now.

What? Robin.

There is no Robin.

Only Birdie.

We're done here.

[ Footsteps retreating]

Oh, dear.

[ Door opens]

If needs be, we can

audition an actress

for the role of your mother.

Someone who fits more

with your aesthetic.

I don't really want to do that.

It's fine.

We got what we need.

Fair enough.

I thought you could sign

your contract

in front of the press tomorrow.

Make an event of it, hmm?

Why not?

As long as I can read it first.

Of course.

Oh, and that dress you

left out it's not really me.

I'm going to wear one of mine.

You designed that?

Yes. D-Do you like it?

It's

It's nice.

It's impressive.

For a beginner.

But with the eyes of the world

on you,

you need to be cutting-edge,

don't you?

Wouldn't you agree?

Uh, for a press conference, yes.

I suppose you know best.

Clever girl.

♪♪

[ Whimsical music plays]

♪♪

I must confess.

This cigar has left me

somewhat stumped.

Very good, Sister.

Now, it says here, Robin's

signing with her new manager

in front of the world's

press at midday.

Oh, crumbs.

Then it would be helpful

for your friend

if we can prove Mr Valentino

poisoned the cigar

before she puts pen to paper.

But with what?

♪♪

♪♪

Certainly strong alkal

[ Sniffs]

Hang on, could that be?

[ Sniffs]

Oh, I think it is.

- What is it?

- Bleach.

Now I know where to look.

Do ya?

Oh, I most certainly do,

dear Peggy.

This is the same contract

I had with Max.

All you've done

is change his name.

[ Scoffs] Darling,

you know we're a team.

Hmm?

The contract is only

a formality.

It's just the way

things are done.

Well, I can't bring myself

to sign it.

Then I suppose

you'll have to find someone else

with the vision

to take you into the stars.

Best of luck, Birdie.

Wait.

I-If that's the way it is

As long as I'm listened to.

Absolument, darling.

It's time to get my gladrags on.

Are you quite sure about this?

[ Horn honking]

I don't have a choice.

Now, there's something

you don't see every day.

♪♪

Oh, yes.

Yes, this is the one.

How do you know?

Fascinating.

It's been punctured.

But with what?

Perhaps with these?

- Ow!

- Oh, dear.

And it looks as though

our culprit did the same.

And left something behind.

Right, if I can establish

the blood type,

I should be able

to identify them.

But that'll be too late

for the press conference.

[ Telephone ringing]

What's through there?

Um, Mr Savage's room, I believe.

So that means that whoever

was in here

could hear Robin and Mr Savage.

Oh, no.

Hear what?

I think I might know

why it happened.

Why?

Atonement.

Peggy?

[ Exhales]

Oh, hello.

I'm not really up

for visitors today.

Can you come back another time?

What am I looking at?

Did you hurt yourself?

I pricked it when

I reached up for a syringe

in the store cupboard

at the Manor.

Just like you did.

You've lost me, love.

We found a drop of blood

on the floor.

If I test it, will I find that

it's AB negative?

Your blood type, Mrs Turner,

which is exceptionally rare.

Lord forgive me.

How did you get

inside the house?

I knew about the key under the

pot from when I cleaned there.

I just had to see her.

♪♪

Birdie?

Birdie, where are you?

Is that where you heard

the argument?

I own Birdie.

I'd only ever think

about releasing you if

- Yes?

- If you stop being so

frigid.

Get off me!

You're nothing but a parasite!

[ Slap]

♪♪

[ Inhales sharply]

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All I could think about

was protecting my little bird.

I owed her that.

Because

you you failed to protect

her before?

I noticed there were no pictures

of your second husband here.

It was more than Robin

not accepting him, wasn't it?

Did she leave because

he hurt her?

I didn't believe her.

Well, I couldn't.

But when Harold's heart gave up

and he lay right there

on the floor, he confessed.

What happened next?

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[ Ominous music plays]

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[ Coughing]

♪♪

♪♪

I didn't mean to k*ll him,

I swear.

The cigar wouldn't have

k*lled him in itself.

Hopefully, you're looking

at manslaughter at best.

I'm sorry, Mrs Turner.

I'm arresting you for the m*rder

of Max Savage.

You are not obliged

to say anything

unless you wish to do so,

and anything you say

may be put in writing

and given in evidence.

That's alright, love.

You're only doing your job.

I know.

Now I need to make a detour

on the way to the station.

To honour Max's memory,

we will proceed with his

original plan

a US tour,

a feature-film documentary,

a second Birdie clothes range

designed by me,

Moses Valentino,

Birdie's new manager

and creator of her original,

iconic look.

If you would do the honours,

darling.

[ Dramatic music plays]

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S'cuse me, s'cuse me.

Birdie, I believe you were

in the middle of something.

Sorry, everyone.

Two ticks.

♪♪

I can't thank you enough.

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Why did you do it?

Well, I had a second chance

to protect you.

What I should have done

in the first place.

Because you took his word

over mine, I thought

What?

That you didn't love me.

No!

I could have never not love you.

It was just, I couldn't

bear the thought

of what was happening.

I'll never forgive myself.

I want you to.

How can I?

Because I do.

I really do.

I'm so proud of you.

Your father would be, too.

Now you're free of that man,

you can do things

on your own terms.

That's not the way

things are done.

Says who?

Look at everything

you've achieved.

You, my little bird.

You're the bravest girl

I ever met.

I have to go.

I'll come see you, I promise.

Peggy.

With me.

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What the hell do you think

you're playing at?

I'm going to manage myself.

Have you gone loop-de-loop?

Perhaps.

Only time will tell.

Then what about me?

You're a brilliant designer,

Moses.

We can collaborate.

But final decisions are mine.

Understood?

I'll have to think about it.

I'm impressed.

Thank you.

Robin, I'm afraid to say

I haven't always had

your best interests at heart.

Right.

I find the whole Birdie thing

an inauthentic farce.

Well

I couldn't agree more.

How about we start

the whole documentary again

and keep it real this time?

I'd love to.

Peggy, I believe you have

some packing to do?

Thank you, but I'm gonna stay.

Your world it's

it's my escape, not my reality.

But I really love reading

about it.

Come here.

Also, I think I'm quite

good at my job.

Of course you are.

Now, I have to get

out of this dress.

Then I have a confession

to make.

So I'm ashamed to admit

that I didn't design

my range after all.

None of it was really "me."

- Birdie?

- Yes?

Leonard Foxby, BBC.

How do you expect your fans

will feel about this?

Betrayed, probably.

So how can you ever regain

their trust?

Because now I want to show

everyone who I really am.

It's time for Birdie

to fly away. [ Chuckles]

Well if you're no longer Birdie,

then who exactly are you?

Who I always was, underneath.

Robin.

Robin Carter.

Daughter of Shirley

and friend of the finest WPC

in the county,

Peggy Button.

- Good work, Button!

- Well done, Peggy!

Well done!

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