Morning, mother, Stefanie.
I did ask everyone to be punctual.
-But, uh... -Yes, thank you very much, uh...
It's not a board meeting, Jasper.
How are you, Mammy?
I'm fine, I'm really fine, thank you.
Happy birthday, Granny.
Ditto, uh, I'll be right there.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to forgive Celia.
She's not having one of her better days.
Are you?
There were ducks on the pond, you know?
Bloody hate ducks.
Right. Thank you, Alistair. That'll be all.
Okay, everybody.
Happy birthday, mother.
Uh, no, no, thank you, Chloe. Uh, that's plenty.
Ma doesn't like fuss, do you, ma?
Well, I don't mind.
That's really rude actually, Uncle Jasper.
I was just going to sing her --
No, no, I'll get back to you, Chloe.
It's just as Ma's first born,
I want to say a few words on her 83rd birthday.
Uh, Ma, I'm sorry I can't be there in person,
but, uh, with the divorce, Helene is being
an absolute nightmare.
I'm sure you'll understand.
Mm, I do understand, Jasper.
But I wish you'd reconsider.
I mean, one failed marriage is bad enough. But two!
We did all say the age difference would be
an issue one day.
You'll want to brush up on your Pokémon characters,
Uncle Jasper, or you'll have nothing to talk
to your third wife about.
Is that supposed to be funny, hm?
Bastard ducks.
Shoot the lot of them I say.
Anyway, enough of that.
I have something to say.
I've come to a decision.
Who's there with you, Mammy?
-Who is that? -Why, no one.
I'm here on my own.
Then who's behind you?
Now, please --
-Oh, my God!
-Mummy! -Grandmam!
Stop! Stop!
Ma, Mammy!
-You are such a snob! -How dare you.
It's nothing to do with him, it's to do with you.
What the hell's going on?
Mam doesn't like me seeing a scanger like Fergus.
That is a horrible word. I never used that word.
And for the last time, it's not about that!
-She got a C. -One C.
Why don't we all just calm down and discuss this rationally?
There's nothing to discuss.
Look, her studies are slipping. I've said no more boys.
Except it isn't boys, is it?
It's one specific boy from the wrong area.
Alright, since you brought it up, what does his father do?
Exactly.
Look, boys like that will just hold you back.
You're not to see him again, Lola, that is my final word.
It's not fair. I thought you liked Fergus.
Uh, well if your school work's suffering...
You're as bad as her.
-What's wrong?
What's that?
Those are my Junior Cert results.
Well, did you pass?
Don't know. I haven't opened them yet.
What if I failed?
Well, you never cared about exams before,
but now you do because Harry does.
Stop that.
You're 7. You're not supposed to be so insightful.
And you never used words like "insightful."
Just open it.
Okay.
Uh, this is work, Libs.
What work?
Wild Reid Detective Agency. How I may I direct your call?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
-Mm-mm, fine boy. -Thank you.
Uh, has a lady been in asking for me?
You know you're not really supposed to be
in here alone right?
I'm not alone.
I'm with Glenn.
Huh?
Oh, yeah, that's right, uh, I'm his guest.
I'll have another, he's buying.
He bloody well isn't.
June, has anyone been in?
Yes.
In the corner.
Harry.
There is someone you need to meet.
What? Can't I have a drink first?
No, no, no, no, no. Someone you need to meet.
Miss Henderson. Harry Wild, Fergus Reid.
We spoke on the phone.
Is this a joke?
You're detectives?
We have a lot of experience actually.
Caught a killer in this pub as it goes,
the night of the big storm.
Oh, that was you, was it?
I remember reading about that.
Um, Miss Henderson, I-I must warn you
that we are very much in demand at the moment.
More than even I knew.
And we are very selective about the clients we work with.
Well, when I tell you what happened,
I guarantee you'll want to take my case.
I've, uh, written some basic details
about the family and what happened.
I didn't want to miss anything.
If only all our clients were so organized.
What did happen?
It was my mother's birthday.
She lives...
lived here, as do I.
But the rest of the family are all over in, um,
London and Edinburgh, Paris.
So we arranged a video call during which a burglar
broke into my mother's house and...
It was awful.
And the Guards are utterly useless.
It's her funeral tomorrow, and they haven't got anywhere.
Actually come to think of it, the inspector in charge
is called Wild.
Oh, it's a very common name.
Like Henderson, there's plenty of them.
I mean, like, um, Peter Henderson.
Writes those bloody awful Jonny Bowman spy books
they keep making movies of.
Peter Henderson was my father.
Author of those bloody awful Jonny Bowman spy books.
Ah, awkward.
They're very popular.
So, the family has money?
We can afford to pay if that's what you're asking.
It's not actually.
Money can be a strong motive for murder.
Hm, thinking like a true detective.
Uh, as per your website, the 5,000 euro retainer.
Thank you, Miss Henderson.
I have all your details. We'll be in touch.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Well, a few minute's warning would have been nice.
I thought you might say no.
How did you manage this?
It's actually easier than you think.
You know, you just fill out a few forms online,
and then you watch a YouTube tutorial
on search engine optimization and...
Very impressive.
Okay, we'll take this case and just see how it goes.
But no promises.
Yeah, I'm not actually old enough
to open a business account.
So do you mind?
Any sign of your exam results?
Shouldn't they have come in by now?
Uh, yeah maybe, maybe they came today.
I mean, I was out before the postman arrived so...
I'll tell June you're gasping, yeah?
Oh, mother of divine Jesus.
Now, Celia, can I get you anything else?
Uh, a cushion, some entrees?
No.
Would you like a glass of your own?
Do you do that a lot?
Only when I can't be bothered to have
another feckin' dreary conversation.
And funerals are nothing but.
Might perk up later when everyone's sizzled.
Are you really a private detective?
Like on the telly?
Are you going to trick me into dishing the dirt on my family?
Because I will, happily.
Let's see now, my nephew
Jasper is a swine when it comes to women.
Dumped his first wife like a cup of cold sick for his secretary.
That old cliché.
Rumor is he's found himself an even younger model now.
Noah made some joke about it on the call
when my sister was killed.
Now, Stefanie owns a string of bakeries.
But they're losing money like there was no tomorrow.
She never married. Noah and Chloe are both adopted.
Stefanie's a lesbian.
She's gay?
Oh as a row of tents but would never admit it.
Ridiculous in this day and age.
Young people nowadays think they invented homosexuality.
Who hasn't had a bit of fanny in their time?
I know I have.
Quite.
Noah's a right old mammy's boy.
Utterly spineless.
It's okay, I-I got the salt and vinegar that you...
I asked for salt five minutes ago.
I thought you said you wanted --
Chloe's the exact opposite.
Noah wouldn't say boo to a goose.
Chloe would chase the goose down and kick it in the balls.
And not even for any particular reason.
She's a destructive little thing.
I happen to know that Noah
owes a great deal of money to Russian gamblers.
Poker's his game,
but he's fecking useless at it apparently.
I heard him whining to Bella
that they're going to cut of his willy.
Didn't think I was paying attention, but I was.
Bella is an angel.
The only one who visits me.
I do hope it wasn't her.
You think one of the family killed Susan?
Isn't that why you're here?
Well, how could they if they were all on the same call?
Well, that I don't know.
But I do know that they're all desperate for the inheritance.
Any chance of more wine?
Stuck up cow.
I'm about to be a very rich man.
You could do a lot worse.
I just overheard a very interesting conversation.
And I'm in the middle of one. Come on.
So I've just hear Alistair, the nurse,
boasting about what...
Alistair?
He's a duplicitous little shit.
But he's not very bright, so I keep him around.
He steals from me.
Yorgos?
Fergus.
Oh, I don't believe it.
You haven't changed a bit.
Oh, Yorgos, it must be more than 30 years since we walked along
Kalamaki beach at sunset.
And you...
That does not sound very hygienic.
Oh, Harry!
I think it might be time to go.
Oh, shite!
Ah...
Ow!
Sorry, I had...
Oh, it's you.
Who were you expecting?
No one.
Can this wait?
It's just that I'm...
Uh, I'm...bushed.
No, it can't. It won't take long.
Can you smell curry?
Why were you there?
I was there in an official capacity.
And we were, too.
The family are entitled to hire private investigators.
Private investigators?
You and F--
Why do you hate me so much?
Don't be so melodramatic.
I suppose you know about Jasper's divorce
and Stefanie's business failing, but did you know that
Noah owes a lot of money to some Russian gamblers?
All in desperate need of cash.
And all have a pretty good alibi.
Well, they could have hired someone.
And paid them how? We've checked.
No unusual payments, no one sending large sums of money.
Hired killers don't tend to work on a promise.
Interesting. I didn't know that.
I got to go.
There's a wall that needs me to beat my head against it.
Oh.
I'm a superintendent, Harry.
That's not very dignified, messing around in bushes.
That's not what you usually say.
There's something going on with Ray.
He seems different, happy.
I mean, what's he got to be happy about?
I want you to find out for me.
Now?
No, of course not now.
Later.
Much later.
Alistair is well shifty.
That is a 60,000 euro car.
How much money does he think he's getting?
Charlie said something interesting.
Professional killers won't work on a promise.
But amateur ones may.
Yeah, but the thing is according to
Stefanie's notes, he was on the call, too.
She said he was only on the call in the beginning.
Now, I drove from Susan's house to Celia's nursing home earlier.
It only takes minutes.
You think one of them agreed to pay him
when they get the inheritance?
Maybe, we'll see.
They're reading the will this afternoon.
Well, before we begin I think it only fair
to tell you that in recent months
Susan altered her will.
Altered it?
Altered it how?
Forget why I hired you.
Right now I don't care who killed my bloody mother.
I wish I had!
She's liquidated it all.
All the investments my father set up.
She closed bank accounts, she sold most of the property.
It all adds up to over 10 million euros.
And no one knows where it is.
So I want you to stop looking for the killer
and start looking for the money.
You didn't get anything?
Oh, no, I did.
Embroideries.
It was her latest hobby.
That's all any of us got.
Well, apart from Chloe, who got some books.
Oh, oh, not the first editions,
which were actually worth something.
No, she sold those.
And poor Bella, all she got was one wig,
and it was the one mammy was cremated in,
so she didn't even get that.
My mother went bloody mental, and none of us noticed.
Date's wrong. It's Liberty's favorite film,
so I've seen it more times than is healthy,
but Titanic sank in 1912, not 1911.
April 15th I think it was.
Bastille Day is 14th of July. Even I know that.
But I don't know what year.
-Well, I can look it up. -Oh, 1789.
Brush up on your Dickens.
"Tale of Two Cities."
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
Well, this is the bloody worst of times.
I have inherited some factually incorrect embroideries.
She liked her games.
She liked screwing with people.
My father's books, all 22 of them.
One every year.
Regular as clockwork.
What about the wigs?
Hm.
Uh, that was where Bella's one was.
All films named after women.
What was the name on the missing wig?
Oh, I don't know. I never noticed.
She just called it here "Fun Time Wig."
Just treating my inheritance with the respect it deserves.
What are they about?
Well, you take a dash of James Bond
and a sprinkling of Simon Templar.
Stick in a bird with big tits who lets Jonny Bowman shag her
the first time they meet, and voilà.
Sound all right.
Ah, it was the bird with big tits, wasn't it?
Here.
Keep it.
If you like it, there's a whole bin full of them.
Thanks.
I'm on Alistair now.
Yeah, I lost him.
He went into some fancy new hotel in Monk Street.
He could be meeting whoever hired him.
Hm, probably yes.
You'll just have to wait till he comes out.
How does that help us?
We won't know who he's been meeting.
Harry, I could go in.
And what?
Knock on every door?
No.
I mean, he might be meeting them in the bar.
There's a sign that says there's one on the rooftop.
And I saw him getting into the lift.
Well, first, he'd see you and second, you're a teenager.
They wouldn't let you in anyway.
Alright.
Here look, you haven't spoken to Lola recently at all, have you?
A few days ago, why?
No reason.
She's just been ignoring my -- my texts.
And not returning my calls.
Well, I'd expect you to know more about her than me anyway.
Since the last time I saw you with her,
she had her tongue in your mouth.
Oh, Jesus, Harry!
I'm not comfortable having this conversation with you.
You brought it up.
Yeah, and you made it weird. I was just --
Oh, Jesus Christ on a fucking bike!
Fergus?
Fergus, what -- what is it? Are you okay?
What happened?
What -- what -- what is it? What was it?
Alistair's dead.
Oh, fu--
Oh, shit.
Let's make this quick, hm?
Okay, how did you...?
I mean, it's ridiculous.
He's a child, and you're a...
No, look, look.
I don't have a gambling problem.
The occasional flutter in the Grand National maybe,
but who -- who doesn't, eh?
So you don't play poker?
Uh, no, no.
Jesus, no wonder you're in deep to the Russians.
You want to work on your poker face.
It's sad when you think about it.
I mean, I've known him for a donkeys.
He's been Aunty Celia's nurse for years.
But I didn't know him.
No idea he was depressed.
He was depressed?
He jumped off a building, didn't he?
Or he was pushed off.
You know, I can't see him inspiring that kind
of passion in anyone.
She was a granny, a bit scary, a bit lovely.
Oh, how could she be a bit lovely?
I don't know.
Maybe it was just when she wasn't sniping at me.
Or when we were kids,
she'd always do this incredible Easter egg hunt.
There'd be clues we had to decipher,
puzzles we had to solve.
-They were cool. -Mm.
More games.
There's a rumor that your father's having an affair
with a younger woman.
Well, ask him.
I mean, it's hardly the sort of thing
he's going to tell me, is it?
Plus he's like 55.
I mean, can people even still have sex at that age?
We have asked him.
And what did he say?
Feck off.
None of your business.
Cheeky little shit.
It's nauseatingly sad, but Bella wants to be
an Insta-Fluencer or whatever you call them.
You know, one of those beautiful people who travel
the world posting photos on yachts or under waterfalls.
Trouble is, well, apart from who in their right mind
would want to be influenced by Bella, it costs money.
You know, to live the life, you need the followers,
and to get the followers, you need to live the life.
She asked for an advance on her inheritance.
Laughed me out of the room.
Uh, I bet Chloe said that.
Granny said she'd think about it.
Your mother said that you live in New Town.
That's an expensive part of Edinburgh.
And that you work in a shoe store?
We called it.
Why would you do that?
They say that you stopped working there months ago.
We were just wondering how you could afford to live there?
I'm a whore.
Part time.
It was much the same as any other call.
Um, Dad talked over people, Chloe sulked, um,
Noah made a joke in poor taste,
and Aunty Celia was there in body only.
Sorry, what does that mean?
Well, she was having one of her bad days.
She mumbled something about ducks.
I mean, I think that was all she said.
It was a nice bicycle.
Had a little bell.
What did you say your name was, love?
Oh, Fergus.
She was going on and on about someone called Yorgos.
I'm glad it's not you. The things she was saying.
Enough to turn my hair white.
We wanted to ask her about the call where her sister died.
She was having a bad day then, too.
But she did tell us some details about it.
Probably watched it back later when she was feeling better.
Alistair used to record the calls on her computer
just in case.
Uh, do you mind if I take a look?
Be my guest.
Isn't he polite?
Hm.
Nothing from the day of the murder.
Oh, that's right.
Celia did say Alistair took it off of there
to give it to the guards.
Put it on one of them little USB drives.
A red one!
Never invite me to your house because I will rob you.
Can't help meself. What am I like?
You've been to my house loads of times, Skeevy.
Yeah, but to be fair, fair, you have feck all worth stealing.
How long have you been a burglar, Mr. Callaghan?
Skeevy, please.
Family business.
Me dad's a burglar, both of me granddads.
All me brothers, except for one.
He's a chartered surveyor.
We don't talk about him.
My mam, she was a shoplifter.
A real Romeo and Juliet story, my mam and dad.
Sounds very romantic.
So Malky was saying there was some flat
that you wanted to have a nose around?
The trouble is that we're looking for a USB stick.
It's very small, it could be hidden anywhere.
Yeah, but you see people tend to hide things in certain places,
and not one to blow me own trumpet,
but I know all the places.
Good locks these. Hard to get into.
If you're ever upgrading your security, I'd recommend these.
I can install them for you if you want.
You told me never to invite you to my house.
Good for you. Paying attention.
Voilà.
Hm.
Interesting.
That's where he died.
Hm.
Skeevy, you're a marvel.
Ah, get over it. Do you mind if I swipe his telly?
It's not like he'll need it.
Anyway, enough of that.
I have something to say. I've come to a decision.
Who's there with you, Mammy?
No one. I'm here on my own.
Then who's behind you?
Now please --
-Oh, my God!
-Grandmam!
Stop!
There's no way Alistair could have got to Susan's
in that time, which means he wasn't the killer.
But he made a copy of this and hid it.
I mean, he must have had a reason.
Blackmail?
Yes, he thought he was gonna be rich.
Look, I got to go and get Liberty from Annie's.
Can we talk about this later?
Did you fail?
Hm?
Well, everyone's got their results by now.
I won't be annoyed. I know how hard you worked.
Look, I don't know if I failed, okay?
I haven't even opened the envelope yet.
Why ever not?
In case I failed.
Bring it with you tomorrow, and we'll open it together, okay?
That's really rude, actually, Uncle Jasper.
I was just going to sing --
No, no, no, I'll get back to you, Chloe.
It's just as Ma's first born,
I want to say a few words on her 83rd birthday.
-Look, Ma, I'm sorry I --
Oh, well, if you're looking for Fergus, you just missed him.
I was waiting for him to leave.
What?
Well, that doesn't sound good.
He says you've been avoiding him.
Oh, God.
Is that what he thinks?
You haven't been avoiding him?
Oh, well, no, I have.
But it's not my fault.
My mom's being a total bitch.
She told me I'm not allowed to see him anymore.
Why?
Because he's a loser with no future
from the wrong side of town.
She said that?
Well, I'm paraphrasing.
Well, she couldn't be more wrong.
I mean, he works harder than anyone I know.
I know that.
What am I gonna do?
Lola, it's simple.
You're going to do what your mother says.
What?
Or not.
Life isn't difficult. It's human nature to complicate it.
Life is just a series of choices.
You either choose this or that.
What if I don't like either?
Then you choose the other.
-We haven't -- -Do the voice.
We haven't been introduced.
My name is Bowman, Jonathan Bowman.
When she spoke her voice was like listening to smoke.
Ah, geez, I don't know how smoke sounds.
All whispery and smoky, and, you know.
Not like that.
Okay.
My name is Genevieve Bouchard, Mr. Bowman.
And I...
Genevieve?
You know what?
It is getting late, isn't it, stinker?
I'll tell you what, why don't you go up and clean your teeth,
and then I will come up and tuck you in?
I know, I know.
Love you.
Love you, too.
Hello.
They're not named after old films.
-What aren't? -The wigs.
They're named after love interests in the dad's books.
22 books and 22 wigs.
Why didn't I see that?
Yeah, see that's wigs and books,
but where does embroidery come into play?
I have an idea about that.
Meet me at Susan's at00, okay?
I got to go.
-Rude.
Can I interest madam in a little more red wine?
Always.
Now...
Okay.
You have a good day.
Oh, that's it, fella.
Work it, own it.
You are so screwed.
Oh, I have you there, Ray, you prick.
-Sabrina. -Got it.
"Laugh, Said the Widow."
And last one, Mary.
Medusa in a bikini. Missing one is Rebecca.
"Bombay Blonde."
What is going on? Tell me.
It's a treasure hunt.
Your mother really did love her games.
See, the names in the wigs are the names of
the love interests in your father's books.
So the wig that Bella got in the will,
Granny Susan's Fun Time Wig, it had the name Rebecca sewn in it.
Rebecca leads to a specific book.
And the dates on the embroideries
are wrong on purpose.
It's a book code.
See, each date has two mistakes.
Well, beginning in historical order
because, well, why not, the first one would be
the signing of the Magna Carta, 15th of June, 1215.
15-06-12-15.
But your mother embroidered 15-11-1315.
Which is November instead of June, 11 instead of 6.
So it'll be on the 11th page.
Yeah, see and the second mistake is in the year.
1315 instead of 1215.
3 instead of 2.
That's in reference to the third word.
So, the third word on the 11th page is...
"ash."
And the ninth page, ninth word.
Croft.
26th page, 12th word.
Holland.
14th page, ninth word.
-Somerset. -And the first page 19th word.
Road.
Ash croft Holland Somerset Road.
So, we need to get everyone together.
We -- we -- we can't. They've all gone back home.
Jasper's in Paris, and Chloe's in Edinburgh.
We can do a video call.
Uh,00 today, right?
Got it. They're over in Ranelagh.
-It's ringing.
Ashcroft Holland Solicitors. How can I help?
Yes, hello.
Um, I'm representing the family of the late Susan Henderson.
Is there someone I could talk to about her estate?
Uh, yes. One moment please.
After this, I have to see Charlie.
We'll need his help.
And I need you to do two things.
One's a little dangerous.
Cool. Danger is my middle name.
You cheating bastard.
How could you? I mean, of all the women?
It ends now.
This second.
Immediately, do I make myself clear, Raymond?
I'm sorry it ends when did you say?
A week Thursday? I'll check my calendar.
Don't!
I will end your career.
Is she worth that, huh?
No. I didn't think so.
Now do as I say.
Do you remember when you used to spank my bottom, Yorgos?
I haven't had a good spanking in years.
How are you fixed for an hour from now?
I need you to arrest someone.
That's not how it works, Harry.
Or course, I know. Quite right, dear.
But I do know who killed Susan Henderson.
Is everyone there? Good. So, uh...
Have you found out what my mother did
with the money or not?
We have.
Then tell us, right now.
All in good time, Mr. Henderson.
Um, now what this comes down to is a case of really bad timing.
No, dammit! You work for us.
Now, do as I tell you, answer my question.
Very well, if you insist.
What this comes down to is a case of really bad timing.
See, recently Bella asked Susan
for an advance on her inheritance
so she could follow her dreams.
And that got Susan thinking.
And she decided to give you all your inheritance
now rather than waiting till she died.
I told you she didn't laugh me out of the room, Chloe.
Susan wanted to be around to see all of you enjoy the money.
But that still doesn't tell us what she did with it.
Well, what she did with it was set up trust funds,
one for each of you.
Why didn't she tell us?
She was going to on that last call.
W-w-wait, how -- how do you know this?
Well, because we spoke to her solicitor today.
Oh, you didn't. I spoke to him this afternoon.
Not the family solicitor.
She didn't go to him because she wanted to do it
as a game and knew he was too much of a fuddy-duddy to agree.
Wait, wait, wait, we are talking
about a multi-million Euro inheritance,
and you're saying my mother turned it into a game?
Yeah, a treasure hunt.
See, your mother was about to give you the first clue
when the killer struck, see.
I have something to say. I have come to a decision.
-Who's there with you, Mammy? -Who is that?
Why, no one. I'm here on my own.
If only you'd waited a few minutes.
Who are you talking to?
Are you suggesting one of us murdered her?
If these two clowns can work out "the code,"
I most certainly can.
Oh, well, it's not that simple.
You see, one forfeits an inheritance
when you murder the person to get it.
It was a burglar.
No one here murdered her. We were all on the call.
We couldn't be in two places at once.
Yeah, except one of you wasn't on the call.
We saw one another. We talked to one another.
That's not quite true, is it?
Cast your minds back.
You started by singing "Happy Birthday."
As the song ended, one of you tried to carry on with
"For She's a Jolly Good Fellow."
That was you, Chloe.
And Jasper cut you off.
Yes, I did.
I remember that because I felt it was my duty
to say a few words, and then we talked about my divorce.
I-I made a cracking joke. I mean, I-I was there.
We were all there.
We all talked.
Or Bella didn't.
Well, it wasn't me.
We have a recording, as you've seen.
It took us a while to see what Alistair saw straight away.
Listen, if you're suggesting that my daughter was responsible
for what happened, then you have completely --
Uh, uh, we weren't saying that.
Now, Bella was there. She laughed at Noah's joke.
Celia. Ha.
She never interacted with any of us.
I'm 78, you little shit!
You think I strangled my sister?
It wasn't Celia either.
So who was it?
It was...
Chloe.
-What?
No. I...
I mean, you said yourself that I cut her off, huh?
Yeah, and then she sulked. She didn't interact any more.
It -- it doesn't matter if she didn't interact.
I could see her. I was looking straight at her.
Exactly, thank you, Stefanie.
No, you were looking at a recording played
as if it was live.
No, impossible because she couldn't have known
Jasper was going to talk over her,
not at that precise moment anyway.
Not unless they planned it.
Why would they...?
Jasper, Chloe, do you want to tell her, or shall I?
Jasper, stop her.
It's because Chloe is the younger woman
with whom Jasper is cheating on his wife.
That is sick.
She's his niece.
Adopted, not a blood relative.
Not actually illegal.
Just icky.
She was in Edinburgh, she...
Oh, she was no more in Edinburgh than Jasper was in Paris.
In reality, both were in a suite
in the M Hotel mere minutes away from Susan's.
And that's what Alistair realized
when he watched back the recording.
See, Jasper and Chloe both brought items from home
in order to recreate what you would normally
see on these calls.
There's a lamp that's always behind Chloe,
and maybe it got broken or maybe she just forgot it.
And they decided no one would notice
if they used the one in the room.
That one that's behind you now Chloe.
The thing is those lamps are bespoke,
designed for the hotel by a local man.
Yeah, there was an article about it
in the hotel's in house magazine.
Alistair had a copy in his flat.
He contacted Chloe, said he wanted money to keep quiet.
She agreed, but when the family solicitor
said there wasn't any, they realized they couldn't pay.
Which meant that Alistair had to die, too.
So Chloe lured him to the rooftop bar,
and Jasper pushed him off.
Ha!
Now, Charlie.
Jasper, do something! Make it stop.
Get off.
Jasper Henderson, Chloe Henderson,
you're under arrest for the murder of Susan Henderson.
Stupid girl!
Oh, well that was more fun than usual.
I can't. You do it.
Oh, bugger, what now?
I couldn't take it anymore.
What?
What the -- mm.
Champagne I think.
Oh, bloody hell, now what?
-Ah. -Uh...
Thought you'd like to know,
we got a full confession from Chloe and...
Let's pour -- Charlie?
Oh.
No.
No!
Grab your coat.
June, bring the wine.
All of the wine.
Reckon they've noticed you've left?
Oh, I don't want to think about it.
Come on, envelope.
Well?