01x03 - Episode 3

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[mysterious theme music playing]

Susan Ryeland?

Yes.

Jonathan Crace.

Hello.

Please.

Thanks.

Thank you for coming in.

Oh, your email didn't
suggest I had much choice.

Well, I thought we should
meet as soon as possible.

I have an interest in Eliot.

And not just because
I'm his uncle.

You need to understand that
it's fallen on me to control

the entire estate:
books, films, TV,

merchandise, media
interests, anything

relating to the Tiny People.

And suddenly, you've come
out of nowhere asking

questions about the family.

Uh, you've been talking
to Frederick Turner?

And to Dr. Lambert.

From what I understand, you seem

to be encouraging
my nephew to come up

with scurrilous and
quite possibly defamatory

recollections of his childhood.

I, I think you'll find that
defamatory and scurrilous

mean the same thing.

If Eliot was unhappy,
that's his problem.

It was a lovely place.

Most children would
have been overjoyed

to live at Marble Hall.

Not Eliot.

And as to your suggestion that
there might have been something

irregular about the way my mother

died, do you have any idea
how offensive that is?

It was Eliot who
suggested that, not me.

Poisoned?

With a bottle of cough medicine?

Is that the general idea?

Dr. Lambert signed
the death certificate.

Mitral stenosis.

It wasn't unexpected.

Was Dr. Lambert
named in her will?

No.

But Eliot was.

She was as generous to
him as she's always been.

You might like to
know that that family

home where he's now living
was paid for entirely by her.

That doesn't invalidate
his version of events.

I think he should be
careful what he says.

[tense music]

And you should be careful
before you repeat it.

Is that a threat?

I leave the threats
to my lawyers.

But you need to understand
that, uh, it's a very

delicate time for the estate.

Oh, yes.

The, the deal with Netflix.

A chance to introduce
the Tiny People

to a whole new generation.

And to make $200
million along the way.

[knock on door]

Come.

Ah, Roland.

This is Susan Ryeland.

She's working with Eliot.

-Oh, nice to meet you.
-Oh, and you.

Yes, I heard, uh...

Gillian said that you met you.

Have you invited
Susan to the party?

No.

But of course you're
welcome to come.

A party?



Oh.

I'll email you an invitation.

Roland, perhaps you
could show Susan out.

I am sorry about Uncle Jon.

Oh.

And whatever you may think,
this place isn't actually

the evil empire, and he
isn't quite Darth Vader,

even if he'd like to be.

Ha!

It's actually the most
inspiring place to work.

The Tiny People, they're...

well, they're still adored by
millions all over the world.

You know, I visit
cancer wards, and I

see kids clutching the books
as they're wheeled into chemo.

And you wouldn't believe the
amount of, uh, letters, emails

I still get every week.

How long have you worked here?

[Roland] Uh, six years.

And no, Eliot still
hasn't forgiven me.

But you're in touch with Gillian?

Well, we try and
look after her, yeah.

He doesn't make it easy though.

[Susan chuckles]

I don't suppose you fancy
a spot of lunch, do you?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, that would be good.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

You know Eliot still thinks
your grandmother was a monster.

Well, she was.

Here's where I like
to go, just over here.

Oh, handy.

I only get half an hour.

Huh.

-Darth Vader.
-[laughs]

To be fair, it's a super busy
time right now with the Netflix

deal, but the thing you have
to understand about Uncle Jon

is that the Tiny People
are his whole life.

I mean, he was more
or less running

the estate when he was my age.

One time, um, Grandma threatened

to sell the IP to, uh,
an outside company,

nearly k*lled him.

Why would she want to do that?

No reason.

Just to spite him.

Wow.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Eliot's right about Marble Hall.

It was a...

creepy, horrible
place to grow up.

And Miriam, every bit as
bad as he probably told you.

No, we are survivors, my
sister Julia, Eliot and me.

Where's Julia?

Mmm.

She's head of geography
at a school in Pimlico.

Right.

Actually, you might meet her at
the, um, party, if she comes.

So why have you and
Eliot fallen out?

I mean, I mean we haven't.

He just, he, um, he's
not happy that I work

for the estate, that's all.

He, he sees it as a betrayal.

Do you believe that your
grandmother was m*rder*d?

[scoffs] Well,
that's very direct.

Well, you've only
got half an hour.

No.

I know that's what Eliot
thinks, but he's wrong.

She died of a heart attack.

W-What about the
medicine that Eliot

stole from Dr. Lambert's bag?

It was cough mixture, Susan.

It was...

It was, it was a fantasy.

A fantasy that was played out
a few days before she died.

Okay, um, have you ever read
George's Marvelous Medicine?

Roald Dahl?

Yeah, of course.

That's what we did.

We made a secret potion.

We wanted to k*ll the Wicked
Witch, Eliot, Julia and me

[mysterious music playing]

[Roland] But it was make-believe.

And she never drank it.

Never went anywhere near her, so.

Look, I, I love Eliot, and
I do, I want to help him.

But, I'm sorry, Susan.

I mean, he's leading you
literally up the garden path.

[crunching]

[melancholy music playing]

What are you doing here, Eliot?

And how do you even
know where I live?

Matthew Flynn told me.

And I have something I
think you might like.

Well, you'd better come in.

[clicks tongue, clears throat]

Black, two sugars.

You look like you need it.

I had a bit of a
night of it. [sighs]

Does your wife
know where you are?

What makes you think
Gillian gives a damn?

Mm.

Oh, I was at my club,
Boone's, in Notting Hill.

That's where I go when I
want to get away from her.

Right.

So what do you want?

I never thought of
you as a cat lady.

Um, Eliot, do you
have something for me?

'Cause I'm sure this
isn't just a social visit.

Yes.

The next 10,000 words.

Thank you.

I'll have a look this afternoon.

Oh, I took your
advice, by the way.

I went down to Marble Hall.
Oh, God.

Did I advise that?

Well, I thought it
might be good to visit

the scene of the crime.

And I met Frederick Turner.

Hmm.

I often wondered what
he must have thought,

being pensioned off as some
sort of high-level tour guide.

Do you think it'll
amuse him, turning up

as a detective in your book?

Uncle Fred needs a laugh.

Did Achilles Vasilikos lose
an eye in a car accident?

God, no.
No.

He was blown up in the w*r.

You'll read about it in there.

Right.

You know Uncle Fred never told
the truth about the accident.

He was drunk.

How do you know that?

I don't.

It's what we all believed.

And he always did like a drink.

Will he be at the party?

Will you?

I'm not sure.

I haven't decided yet.

Oh, I've been invited on
the radio, "Front Row."

Why?

Well, for the anniversary.

They want me to
talk about Grandma.

But you're not gonna do it.

Why not?

Well... [scoffs]

Well, Eliot, your
book isn't out yet.

I mean, there's no point.

Well, what about
advance publicity?

By the time it comes
to publish your book,

people will have forgotten.

And saying negative things
about your grandmother really

isn't gonna help you.

Oh, you sound just
like my Uncle Jonathan.

Oh, I met him, too.

Well, you've been getting around.

You're on his side.

There are no sides, Eliot.

This is all that matters.

Please, Eliot,
think very carefully

before you go on the radio.

It's too late, Susan.

I've already said yes.

Well, then be
careful what you say.

When we come to
publicize the book,

it will really help that
you're Miriam's grandson.

She still sells millions.

And whatever you think
of her, you do not

want to alienate her readers.

I'll do my very best not to.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, Susan.

I just want you to support
me and believe in me.

No one else does.

Uh...

[eliot] Notting Hill, please
[intriguing music playing]

Lady Chalfont was
k*lled by a aconitine.

But where did it come from?

The man we are going to see
is called Yorgos Leonidas.

For 60 years he's had a shop
at the market at Kassiopi.

He collects and sells
every herb on the island,

even the most poisonous ones.

He may not wish to speak to us.

It is said that
aconitine is so poisonous

that the ancient Greeks
believed it was made with foam

from the mouth of Cerberus.

The dog that guarded
the gates of hell.

But like all poisons, it
has its medicinal uses.

Local farmers mix it
with wine as an antidote

to scorpion bites.

It's a common painkiller.

And there are some who even
apply it to their scalp

as a hair restorative.

Now, Leonidas is 84 years
old and speaks no English,

so you'll have to leave
this interrogation to me.

I'm entirely in your
hands, Police Lieutenant.

[speaking Greek]

Are you not well?

It's nothing.

I'm not used to the heat.

Was Mr. Leonidas
able to help you?

Yes.

He clearly remembers selling
aconitine on the very morning

that Lady Chalfont died.

Can he describe the
person who purchased it?

Not exactly, no.

Leonidas says that the
man who approached him

spoke little Greek.

He was dressed in a white
suit with sunglasses

and a straw hat.

[Atticus] To hide his identity.

[vassilikos] Possibly.

Leonidas did notice
that beneath the hat,

the man had white hair.

[speaking Greek]

It's also his opinion
that the man was a doctor.

How did he come to
that conclusion?

First, the man said
he required the powder

for a patient he was treating.

And?

He smelled of surgical spirit.

Hmm.

That, that is interesting.

Do we know at what time
this mysterious gentleman

visited the shop?

It was exactly 12:00.

Leonidas heard the church
bell strike the hour.

Do you believe that the man
who purchased the aconitine

was Elmer Waysmith?

A foreigner with white hair?

It would seem most likely.

The road from here to Corfu
Town is crowded and slow.

Would it be possible to
make the journey in an hour?

It is difficult.

There is only the one road.

Animals, potholes.

And on the market
days, many vehicles.

I don't think he
could have done it.

And yet Elmer Waysmith
told us that he had

lunch with his son at 1:00.

Yes, we went to
Vatsalo, in the port,

and it was definitely


hates unpunctuality.

Uh, we stayed there
a couple hours

and then came back to the house.

Thank you, Maria.

Where, where is he
now, your father?

Oh, he's with a client.

A man named Lucas Dorfman.

Uh, he lives on the island.

Thank you.

And, uh, he actually just
bought rather a fine piece.

Lucas, I think
you'll be very happy.

It's a wonderful purchase.

Thank you.

[camera shutter clicking]

Take care.

All right, easy does it.

Through the back.

Yep.

Enjoy.

It's strange.

No?

That your father has returned
to work so soon after the death

of his second wife.

That's Pa for you.

It was the same
when my mother died.

You know she took her own life?

Your father told us, yes.

Well, uh, he was in Zurich
with his business partner, Eric

Verner, and they
were in the middle

of some business negotiations,
so he didn't come home.

He left you alone?

Didn't care about me.

I mean, um, work
comes first with him.

That's just how he is.

What was your father wearing
when the two of you had lunch?

Why do you want to know that?

Just answer the question.

Uh, a blazer.

A lilac one, I think.

And pleated trousers, loafers.

Was he carrying anything?

Such as?

A case, perhaps.

Why would he be carrying a case?

He just came straight
from the house.

How was he that day?

I'm not sure what
you mean, Mr. Pünd.

His mood, the way he appeared.

You mean, did he look
like someone who was

planning to m*rder his wife?

[both chuckle]

No.

But then again, if he
was, would I tell you?

You would protect a k*ller?

I would protect my family.

Of course I would.

But I don't need to
protect my father.

No, he can look after himself.

I hope you didn't give
too much away when

you spoke to Miss Ryeland.

I can assure you I chose
my words very carefully.

Why did you have lunch with her?

[Roland] Hmm.

I was doing my job.

Head of PR, that's
what you made me,

which means keeping a
lid on this family's

dirty little secrets.

We have no secrets.

Oh, really?

So grandmother wasn't a bully?

Never made us dance
to her own tune?

Didn't sleep with every single
man that came anywhere

near her?

We have no secrets
from each other.

Your job is to protect
us from the world.

That includes Susan Ryeland.

Believe me, she's trouble,
Roland, and not just

because she's working
with your idiot brother.

Uh, Eliot's not an idiot.

I'd say you've
treated him like one.

Certainly a bit late
to be taking his side.

So why'd you invite
her to the party then?

I didn't really have
much choice after you

mentioned it in front of her.

Well, maybe it's not such a bad
idea, keeping her on the inside

where we can see her.

We can see her easy enough.

The question is,
can we control her?

[gentle music
playing on speakers]

So, how's the book going?

Pünd's Last Case?

Let's just hope it is.

Hmm.

I thought you weren't
gonna do anymore.

I wasn't.

I've had quite enough of
Alan Conway in my life.

But what can I do?

I need the money.

So, Dave, do you read
m*rder mysteries?

No, not really.

Probably too busy for books.

No.

Um, well, I like films.

Oh.

Anything you can recommend?

We saw the new Alien
film last week.

It was quite intense.

In space, no one
can hear you scream.

[cell phone buzzing]

I'm really sorry.

Um, I have to take this.

I, I won't be long.

I'm sorry.

I'm just having dinner.

Um, give me a minute.

I'm just going somewhere quiet.

So that's Dave.

He's quite shy.

I've noticed.

Don't judge him on your
first meeting, Susan.

I'm not judging him.

He just doesn't say
very much, that's all.

Well, he's different
when you get to know him.

He's very generous and
brilliant at his job.

What was it that you said
he does for a living?

I've told you.

You don't even remember.

He's an investment fund manager.

No, no.

You didn't say that.

You just said he
worked in finance.

Where did you meet him?

Online.

No way.

Don't act so surprised, Susan.

Everybody does it.

I used a site called Engaged.

It's very good.

You should give it a go.

I only just got back to
the UK, and it's only been

a few weeks since Andreas.

And anyway, I'm happy on my own.

Really?

Yes.

[door closing]

[cat meowing]

[tense music playing]

Hmm.

[cat meows]

[eliot] As the sun rose over
the island of Corfu, Atticus

Pünd and Detective
Achilles Vassilikos seemed

unable to agree on the truth.

[Atticus] Let us assume
that you are correct,

and it was indeed Elmer Waysmith

who visited the Kassiopi
market at 12 o'clock.

That is what I believe.

Mmm.

He appears for lunch with
his son one hour later.

Not only has he traveled
along a crowded road,

he's also changed his appearance.

The white suit, the hat.

Where would he have
gone to do that?

That's a good question, and, um,

it's one to which I,
I may have an answer.

Hmm.

[achilles] Hotel Poseidon.

Where did you get this?

At the Villa Belmar.

It was on the table
when the will was read.

And you see?

Well, well, well.

Yes, I remember him very well.

He had white hair,
barely spoke a word.

He took the room for two nights.

You are English,
Mrs. Androlakis?

Yes, I was born in London.

I came here as a
tourist 30 years ago

and ended up marrying
a Greek for my sins.

I think you've met my daughter.

The assistant to Mr. Lambrose.

That's my Sophia.

It helps her being bilingual.

She told me about
poor Lady Chalfont.

Is that what all this is about?

Do you think somebody did a...

The man with white hair,
can you remember his name?

Oh, not offhand, but he
had to sign the register.

Let me see now.

Wednesday, yes.

Here he is.

He took the room for two
nights, Wednesday and Thursday.

Mr. Ford.

John Ford.

[Atticus] Hmm.

That's the name of an American
film director, I believe.

A false name.

It's written in capitals.

It's just eight letters.

Making it easier to
disguise the handwriting.

But the color of the ink.

Hmm?

Oh, that is interesting.

Turquoise.

Same color used
by Elmer Waysmith.

Mrs. Androlakis, can we
see the room he stayed in?

Yes, I can take you up now.

Oh, uh, my name is Valerie.

Do please call me Val.

Everyone else does.

I saw him two, three times.

Average height, white suit, not
a particularly friendly sort.

He didn't say a word
to me, but he took

the best room for two nights,
so I'm not complaining.

[laughs]

And here's a funny thing.

He didn't sleep in the bed.

And how do you know that?

Well, I make all the beds,
as well as doing the cooking,

cleaning, and reception.

Oh.

You think I wouldn't notice?

Please.

[exhales]

[indistinct chatter]

This is your best room?

Absolutely.

It is.

You won't find a better
view in all Corfu.

And look here, en suite
toilet and shower.

It is, in every respect,
a charming room.

Oh.

The man who stayed
here, he had luggage?

Yes, a single case.

He was carrying it
when he arrived.

You never spoke to him?

I did try.

I like to be friendly,
but I told you,

he wasn't having any of it.

When...

When did you last see him?

Well, that would have been Friday

morning about half past 10:00.

I saw him go out wearing
a white linen suit.

He also had sunglasses and a hat.

A Panama hat, I think.

Ah.

Did he return?

Well, he must have done,
but I didn't see him.

The next time I came up to the
room, there was no sign of him.

The room was empty.

The door was open and the key
was on the table by the bed.

He left nothing behind?

No.

And as I told you, he
hadn't slept in the bed,

although he did take a shower.

Oh, no, I found an old newspaper

in the waste bin, the New York
Mail, and a tin of shoe polish.

It was empty, under the bed.

Shoe polish?

Spatz.

I'm sure that was the name.

But I'm afraid I
threw them both out.

Spatz.

I believe that is
an American brand.

Spatz.

That's...

[achilles] Herr Pünd?

[groans softly]

Please, a glass of water.

A glass of water, quickly!

[gasps]

[tense music builds]

[soft Greek folk music]

[indistinct chatter]

Are you feeling better?

Very much.

Thank you.

I can call for a car.

Oh, no, no.

Sitting here in the shade with
the breeze, I'm much improved.

[grunts]

You are not well, Herr Pünd.

How bad is it?

It's final.

I'm sorry.

I came here to
Kerkyra because this

was the home of my ancestors.

But you are German.

Did you receive your injuries
in the w*r, Police Lieutenant?

Yes.

It was in April 1941.

I was serving on the
Metaxas line when the German



My commander tried to surrender,

but he was taken down
by machine g*n fire.

And then a hand grenade
was thrown into the tunnel

where 10 of us were concealed.

I am sorry.

Are you?

You invaded us.

I did not fight.

Uh, I was born in
Germany, but I come

from a family of Greek Jews.

I was a police officer in the
'30s, but I made the mistake

of speaking out against
the Nazis and, uh,

as a result, I spent the
w*r in a prison camp.

I also was imprisoned.

Then, our experiences
are in some ways similar.

I must apologize, Herr Pünd.

It, it would appear
that, uh, my experiences

have informed the way that
I have behaved towards you.

There's no need for
an apology, my friend.

The w*r has cast a long
shadow, and its darkness,

it reaches us even now.

Hm?

This is the restaurant where
Elmer Waysmith and his son

had lunch on the day
that Lady Chalfont died.

Hmm.

A-ha.

This is the very table.

I think a light lunch in the
shade would do us both good,

do you not think?

I think that is
an excellent idea.

[speaking Greek]

[woman on radio] You're
listening to Front Row with me,

Samira Arvid.

This year marks the


of the death of one of the UK's
best-loved children's authors.

Miriam Crace was the inventor
of The Tiny People, the series

of books about a miniature
family who are devoted

to helping the big
'uns, which is how they

describe the rest of humanity.

Her grandson, Eliot Crace, is
himself a published author,

and he's with me now.

Welcome to Front Row, Eliot.

Um, I imagine you had
quite an unusual childhood.

Well, that's one
word for it, Samira.

Well, Miriam was born in 1926.

Her father was a church organist,

and apparently she got the
idea for the Tiny People

from an image in a
stained-glass window.

And she was born color-blind,
which is something

not many people know.

Yeah, that's why all the
illustrations in her books

were in black and white.

She was married to Arthur
Crace, a junior civil servant.

Do you have any memories of him?

Not really.

I was nine years
old when he died.

But Marble Hall was full of
all these stuffed animals.

You know, taxidermy, that
was my granddad's hobby.

He would sit in one of the towers

for hours fiddling about
with dead birds and things.

I think he only did it
to get away from her.

You should have stopped
this from happening.

How was I supposed to
do that, Uncle Jon?

If you can't do your job, Roland,

I'll find someone who can.

[eliot] I was at school.

I was actually bullied
for being her grandson.

And there were times when
I hated the Tiny People.

What do, what does
he think he's doing?

Is he doing this on purpose?

[eliot] I mean, I know
everyone loves the books

and they are great, and
they sold tons of copies.

I'm just saying
that it wasn't a lot

of fun growing up with them.

As devious as ever.

[eliot] And Grandma
was always out there,

you know, meeting famous people
and going to film premiers

and fancy hotels, while
we were just waiting

at home for her to come back.

[Samira] I'm sorry.

Um, you are a published
author yourself.

Did you tell her you
wanted to be a writer?

[eliot] Yeah, yeah, I did.

In fact, I showed her one of
the first things I ever wrote.

Don't do it, Eliot.

[eliot] It was a story
called "Space Boy." [groans]

She read it.

She didn't think it
was any good at all.

Um, I mean, she more or less tore

it to pieces in front of me.

Uh, but that was
the way with her.

She didn't hold back.

I'm sorry.

Um, it's, it's fairly
clear your grandmother

then didn't inspire you to
become a m*rder-mystery writer.

Well, actually, in a
funny way, she did.

You see, everyone says that
she died of a heart attack,

but that's a lie.

What do you mean?

The night she died, I saw
someone going into her room.

And in the morning, she was dead.

She was poisoned.

No, no, no, no, no.

The little swine.

It's not true.

Of course it's not.

Eliot, you were only 12 years
old when your grandmother died,

and it was well-known that she
had been ill for a long time.

Isn't it possible that
you had more imagination

than she gave you credit for?

I know what I saw, Samira.

Did you tell the police?

Oh, couldn't.

Not then.

But things have changed.

My new novel is set
in Corfu in 1955,

but it's inspired by what
I saw at Marble Hall.

And I've put a
secret message in it.

That's what Alan Conway
used to do before he died.

He hid things in his books,
anagrams and stuff like that,

and so I'm doing the same.

Do your publishers know this?

Nobody knows.

Well, except me and
the person I saw.

[Samira] Eliot Crace.

Thank you for
coming on Front Row.

[eliot] Thank you, Samira.

It's been my pleasure.

Something is wrong.

There's a very great deal that
is wrong, Police Lieutenant.

Let us try to follow in the
footsteps of Elmer Waysmith,

if indeed it was he who had
a room at the Poseidon Hotel.

We know he leaves the hotel
here in Kerkyra at half past 10

wearing a white
linen suit and a hat.

He buys the aconitine at 12:00
from the market in Kassiopi.

[speaking Greek]

But just one hour later,
he returns to Kerkyra

to this very
restaurant for lunch.

Robert, there you are.

Hello, Pop.

Vasili updated the board today.

Uh...

And according to his son Robert,

he's now wearing a
lilac-colored jacket

and carrying no suitcase.

This raises two questions.

How'd he get back from
the market so quickly?

And what happened
to the suitcase?

He returned to the
Hotel Poseidon,

and he showered and
changed his clothes.

We know that he had a suitcase
when he arrived at the hotel,

but somehow between there
and here, it disappeared.

I wonder.

[terse music playing]

[grunts]

[Atticus] Anything?

I'm going to stink of fish
for the rest of today.

My apologies.

Nothing more than I deserve.

Wait.

There is something.

It is exactly as we thought.

What?

Come on, what's inside?

He changed his clothes
just as you described.

Mm-hmm.

But we still don't know how
he drove back so quickly.

[motor puttering]

Perhaps he did not drive.

It doesn't work.

Why would Elmer dump
his suitcase in the bin?

Why not just drop it in the sea?

[Atticus] That is
a good question.

Hmm.

And I have another.

Does the question have an answer?

Thought not.

Go on.

Why the shoe polish?

[cell phone ringing]

Hi, Elaine.

Susan, I'm sorry
to call you again.

It's about Eliot.

I'm with Gillian.

She's rather upset.

Can you come round?

[Susan] I'm on my way.

[sobbing] I don't
know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.

-Calm down, Gillian.
-Yeah.

It's gonna be all right.

Where's Eliot?

We had a fight.

He's not hurt you?

No, no.

He would never do
anything like that.

Tell her.

I love Eliot.

I do love him.

At least, I, I try to.

So what happened?

I met someone.

I didn't want it to happen,
but couldn't stop myself.

And he found out?

He's known for a while.

He saw a text
message on my phone.

I was so stupid.

I never wanted to hurt him, and
I told him that it was over,

but then, this
morning, I took a test.

You're pregnant?

Yeah.

But it's not his?

Eliot can't have children.

We had spoken about
doing IVF, but...

You told him?

I had to.

And now I'm so
frightened, because he

was, he was screaming at me,
and then he, he stormed off.

But that isn't, that, that
isn't the worst of it.

Eliot has tried to k*ll
himself twice before.

Oh, God.

Yeah, and he, he took a knife,
and he took it with him,

and he's gonna use it.

[sobs]

Thank you for coming.

Oh.

Yeah.

Has she told you
who the father is?

I asked her.

She refuses to say.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for Eliot.

Where do you even start?

I think I know somewhere.

Bye.

[introspective music playing]

[muffled rock music ]

Hi.

Can you help me?

I'm looking for Eliot Crace.

And I wondered if
he'd been in recently,

or if anyone knows
where I might find him?

Eliot?

He's upstairs.

-Oh, he's here?
-Yeah.

Can I go up?
Yeah.

Second floor.

Right, thanks.

[rock music continues]

[mumbling]

Eliot.

What're you doing here?

What does it look like?

I've just seen Gillian.

She told me what happened.

She's worried sick about you.

Uh, worried sick or
morning sickness.

What do you think?

Why did you take the knife?

She was afraid you were
gonna use it on yourself.

[laughing]

No, Susan.

Should I tell you the truth?

I was gonna use it on her.

That's what I was gonna do.

[tense music playing]

"m*rder writer murders wife."

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

-Great publicity.
-Eliot.

What are you doing here?

You're my editor,
not my therapist.

You've been creeping
around, talking

to Jonathan and Frederick and
Gillian and bloody Roland.

Why don't you just stay
out of my private life?

How can I stay out
of your private life

when you put half
of it in your book?

Hmm.

Look, I'm sorry about
what's happened,

but this really isn't helping.

No, no.

I'll tell you what's not helping.

You're not helping.

I don't want you in my
life messing things up.

That is really unfair.

Life is unfair.

And if you had my
life, you'd know that.

So get out of here.

Leave me alone.

[sighs]

[music stops]

[classical music playing]

So you came!

I'm still not sure
I want to be here.

Why not?

Everyone else is.

Anyway, I wasn't going
to come without you.

How is Gillian?

She was much better when
she heard that Eliot

hadn't knifed himself.

Hmm.

Part of me wonders if he wouldn't

have been doing her a favor.

Don't say that.

Elaine Clover.

Susan Ryeland.

You're good.

Thanks.

Thank you very much.

Can I take that?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You're Susan Ryeland.

Yes.

Do we know each other?

Uh, we haven't met,
but I heard you

give your name at reception.

I'm Julia Crace.

Eliot's sister.

You know I'm working on his book?

Yes, yeah.

He told me I was in it.

Oh. h, well, um,
there's a character

who's a doctor of
archeology, but she's

called Judith, not Julia.

-Oh, well...
-Thanks.

I suppose that's
Eliot's little joke.

I teach geography at a
state school in Pimlico.

Do the children know who you are?

Oh, God, no.

They're still crazy
about Miriam's books.

The library has multiple copies.

On World Book Day, they come
in dressed as the Tiny People.

I had to change my name in
order to get a moment's peace.

Was Miriam really as
unpleasant as Eliot makes out?

Oh, much worse.

It's only thanks to my brother,
Roland, that the three of

us survived.

Then why are you here?

I signed an NDA.

We all did.

This is the only place I get to
talk about what a cow she was.

Hold this, please.

Thank you.

[classical music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[fredrick] Good evening, Susan.

Oh, Frederick.

How nice to see you again.

And it's Brenda, isn't it?

I really enjoyed your tour.

I have to say, I didn't expect
to see you here tonight.

Well, it's hard to keep me away.

I'm almost part
of the family now.

They've adopted you too.

Oh, not quite. [laughs]

You know, after we met, there was

something I meant to ask you.

You said when you were
brought to Marble Hall

that you had a room in the eaves,

not in the main
part of the house.

Was that your choice?

Don't remember.

Why do you want to know?

Well, it just seems
strange that you were

separated from everyone else.

It wasn't strange.

I had a view of the stars.

I could hear the night owls.

It was a lovely, cozy room and
I couldn't have been happier.

Let's talk to, um, Dr. Lambert.

Yes, that's a good idea.

[fredrick] Dr. Lambert.

How are you?

Hello, Jonathan.

Susan.

I'm a little surprised you
decided to show your face here.

[laughs] Well, you invited me.

Who is this?

Susan Ryeland, uh,
this is my wife, Leila.

Oh.

You're the one
working with Eliot.

Yes, that's right.

How's the book going?

I can't wait to read it.

[Jonathan] You're
not going to read it.

Why don't you get
yourself another drink?

I haven't finished this one.

But you will.

That broadcast on Front
Row was a disgrace.

What makes you think I had
anything to do with it?

Didn't you?

I tried to talk Eliot out of it.

And before you ask, I had no
idea what he was going to say.

Well, it's fortunate that by
and large the media seem to be

ignoring the whole thing.

They can recognize self-publicity

when they see it.

Then why are you
worried about it?

You're the one that
should be worried.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to make a speech.

Can I talk to you, Susan?

Would you mind?

Yes, of course you
can talk to me, Leila.

Not here, but soon.

Will you call me?

Yes, of course.

Soon.

[Johnathan] Uh, excuse
me, ladies and gentlemen.

Good evening.

Um...

[music stops]

First of all, I'd like to
thank you all for coming.

This is both a happy
and sad occasion.



but, uh, we can celebrate the
fact that her legacy is still

as strong as ever and
that the Tiny People are

still out there
saving us big 'uns

from our own worst mistakes.

[all laughing]

And they're going to be bigger
than ever following the deal

we're about to sign with Netflix

Three seasons, 36 episodes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
forgive the interruption,

but I think we should toast
to someone in the room.

A very special person
because they're

the one who k*lled my grandma.

-[mic feedback]
-[people gasping]

I can see them right now.

They did us all a favor.

What are you doing?

You know who you are.

Stop!

Now!

Stop!

Now!

[grunts]

And when my book comes out...

-Eliot.
-everyone will know it too.

Somebody cut the mic.

Eliot, don't do this.

Oh, look.

It's Susan Ryeland, my editor.

Well, ex-editor actually.

I'm firing her -because
she's bloody useless.

-What are you doing?
-You're drunk.

I'm going to take care of it.

-This is all your fault.
-What?

Security!

Get her out of here!

Jonathan, this has got
nothing to do with me.

Eliot, you either leave right now

or I'll have you
thrown out as well.

What?

Oh!

Leave her alone!

It's all right.

You have no right to do that!

Don't get involved.

Get off!

Um, don't let this spoil...

Don't let this spoil your
evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm ready to go home.

[Jonathan] More drinks?

What did you mean, Eliot?

What are you doing?

[Jonathan] And some music.

[classical music playing]

That went well.

Where's Eliott?

I think he's left.

I'm going to find him.

[vehicle engine starting]

[vehicle accelerating]

[groaning]

[theme music playing]