♪ ♪
ALAN: Frank Parris.
(gasps) He was murdered!
Killed in a hotel.
♪ ♪
CECILY: Stefan Leonida,
he wasn't the killer.
I want you to read the book.
If you can see what she saw,
maybe you can help us find her.
I investigated the murder of Frank Parris,
and the evidence against Stefan Leonida was overwhelming.
LOCKE: We've found the body of Cecily Treherne
in woodland not far from here.
No!
She'd been strangled,
just like the actress in that book of yours.
Some time between 6:28 and 6:38 in the evening,
she called her physician, Dr. Leonard Collins.
He drove straight round, but by the time he arrived,
she was dead.
You murdered her.
Yes, I strangled her in the bedroom.
(gagging)
I do not believe John Spencer took his own life.
If he didn't kill Melissa James, then who did?
Dr. Collins, of course.
CHUBB: Who in the blazes killed John Spencer?
PÜND: The person who killed John Spencer
was me.
♪ ♪
(thunder claps)
(whimpers)
(click)
♪ ♪
So, what did you think?
I told you in my email, I loved it.
But what did you think?
I assume you have notes.
Of course I have notes.
Tell me, Susan,
do you ever read a book for pleasure?
I read lots of books
for pleasure, Alan, including yours.
Especially yours.
But that's not why I'm here.
Well, if you're going to start laying into me,
I'd better have a drink.
We'll have a bottle
of the cabernet Saint-Julien.
SERVER: Of course, sir.
I hope that's all right.
Yeah, it's fine-- I won't be joining you.
I have to work this afternoon.
I wasn't planning to share it.
(pen drops on table)
You know, Alan, we're both on the same side.
I just want the book to be as good as it can be.
And I don't?
You're a brilliant writer.
You're the best mystery writer in the business.
Yes, that's what the "Mail" said.
Yes, and we put it on the cover.
Look, I, I know that you find edits boring,
but it really is worth going the extra mile.
So, tell me what's wrong.
Did you guess the ending?
No, I never do.
Well, that's something.
I have four headline notes,
and I'm sure you can deal with them very easily,
so, can I go ahead? Be my guest.
Well, first of all...
I found some of the characters
a little unsympathetic.
In what way?
Well, let's start with Eric Chandler,
who works for Melissa James.
The way you've written him,
he's very unattractive.
He can't look after himself,
he's a Peeping Tom.
He still reads comics.
I'm not sure I see the problem.
And since you mention it, the comic is a clue.
Really?
I don't think you ever explain that.
Some clues aren't meant to be explained.
I just worry there's a possibility
some modern readers might find him distasteful.
Well, modern readers can read something else.
Right, okay, well,
we don't need to argue about that now.
Let's move on.
Uh... Yeah.
I'm not sure it's a good idea to mix real people
with the characters in your book.
Such as?
Bert Lahr, for example,
the actor in "The Wizard of Oz."
You make a point of describing...
(breathes deeply) ...a signed poster of the film that's hanging in her house,
and I just worry that it confuses two worlds--
reality and fiction.
That's another clue, Susan.
Well, you don't explain that one, either.
That's right.
Sir? Yes, yes, just pour it.
And soon as you can.
I'm beginning to need it.
I only have two more notes,
and they both relate to the last scene.
The solution?
Yeah.
Um, I just wonder if you need
to assemble so many of the characters
when Dr. Collins is revealed to be the killer.
I mean, Oscar Berlin doesn't really have anything to do.
But I thought you loved that sort of thing.
Classic Agatha Christie?
Well, in that case,
why leave out the hotel owners?
Lance and Maureen Gardner?
Surely, it should be all or nothing.
I'll think about it.
But here's my, my biggest note.
The way you've constructed it,
Dr. Collins is unmasked,
which is great,
and then Atticus Pünd says that he was the person
who killed John Spencer, which I loved.
So, what's the problem?
You make us wait a whole chapter
before you explain what he means,
and I just think it'll be so much better
if it all happened at the same time.
I disagree. (sighs)
I like the suspense.
(piano playing in background)
(gulps)
So...
What do we do now?
♪ ♪
Um, could you just give us some room?
(Chubb clears throat)
MISS CAIN: Hm. Thanking you.
Come on, Mr. Pünd.
What were you talking about back there?
You didn't kill John Spencer-- we all know that.
So, what did you mean?
(groans): I should not have taken this case, Detective Inspector.
I was asked to, by a man who called himself Edgar Schultz
and claimed to be an agent from New York.
Claimed to be?
Oh, yes, Miss Cain.
But whatever else he was, he was not an American.
I told you that his timing was of interest to me.
Yes, I did wonder about that.
Hm, well, it's very simple.
He claimed to have called you from the Savoy Hotel
in London the morning before.
This would've been the same day
that he learned of the death of his client.
He was very upset.
Perhaps,
but the flight from Idlewild Airport
would have taken at least ten hours.
He could not possibly
have traveled in that time.
This may have been all my fault, Mr. Pünd.
Maybe I misheard him.
But I did not.
And there was something about the way he spoke.
She was injured during the shooting
of a movie with Hitchcock five years ago,
and then moved to somewhere called Tawleigh
in "Devonshyer"-- is that right?
It would seem to me that a New Yorker
would be much more likely to say "someplace"
rather than "somewhere,"
but then the accent,
it already sounded forced to me.
It was the accent of someone pretending to be an American.
So, he was a fake?
(exhales): But why?
Because somebody very much wanted me to investigate
the death of Melissa James.
And that somebody
was you.
I'm sorry, Mr. Pünd.
I, I have no idea what you're getting at.
I thought it would be very good for your profile.
Well, yes, that's what you said, but... Yes.
The true reason is that you were infatuated with her.
You're a great fan of her films, no?
Yes, I liked them. Oh, it was more than that.
More than once, you revealed an intimate knowledge
of her work.
A lot of the furniture came from "The Mary Celeste."
PÜND: The ship that disappeared.
And the title of Melissa James's second film.
Oh, look at this.
CHUBB: Oh, that's a prop from one of her films.
A Turkish dagger.
It's a wicked-looking thing.
You knew what it was
because you'd seen the film,
and you could not contain your excitement
at visiting the home of its star.
Oh, what a gorgeous house!
But it was a nice house.
You persuaded me to take the case, Miss Cain.
You hired the actor who played Edgar Schultz
because you wanted
to enter the world of Melissa James.
Break a leg. (exhales)
(in normal accent): Thank you, darling.
♪ ♪
You were her greatest fan, which you made clear
when you wrote to her.
PÜND (voiceover): "How can you do it, dear Miss James?
"The screen is diminished without you.
A light has gone out of our lives."
Oh, yes, I saw the letter to her
written in your hand--
presumably one of many you had written to Melissa James--
before you made that clumsy attempt to conceal it.
(Miss Cain yelps, glass shatters)
PÜND (voiceover): Because of course you knew
that I would recognize your handwriting.
CHUBB: Wait a minute.
Are you saying that she killed John Spencer?
That is exactly what I am saying.
(breath trembles)
And as I'm the one who brought her here,
it is I who am to blame.
What have you got to say, Miss Cain?
I'm not saying anything!
But why, why would she do it?
Oh, you don't remember?
She told us herself, when we had dinner.
But to think someone could kill
a woman as talented as Melissa James
and get away with it.
I hope they hang.
I'd say that's unlikely, Miss Cain.
(breath trembles)
PÜND: You loved her.
You loved her films.
She was everything to you, and you could not bear
that the man who killed her was still alive
when she was dead.
Yes!
But it was his fault.
John Spencer.
He said he'd killed her.
But that did not give you the right
to act both as his judge and his executioner.
Wait a minute.
What exactly happened at Clarence Keep?
Who was at the window?
Oh, that was Eric Chandler.
The police had come to the house, and he was concerned
that they were discussing his own misdemeanors,
so he decided to eavesdrop on what was taking place
in the living room.
CHUBB (inside): That's why I'm taking him to the station.
But you heard him.
We had him bang to rights, and he confessed!
You can't argue with that.
(gasps): Mr. Pünd!
(panting)
PÜND (voiceover): You will recall that the back door to the kitchen
was only a short distance away.
PÜND: And that was how Eric was able
to disappear so quickly. (exhales)
For once, his mother tried to protect him.
(panting): Has anyone come in here?
No, sir.
We've been here all the time.
PÜND (voiceover): But I saw.
There was mud on his shoes.
With everyone distracted,
that gave Miss Cain the perfect moment
to seize her opportunity.
(gasps, knife stabs)
(gasping)
(gagging)
(gasping)
(screams)
I'm so sorry, Mr. Pünd.
Sorry?
That you committed a terrible crime
or that when you killed John Spencer,
you had chosen the wrong person?
Well...
Both, really.
(chuckles uneasily)
(phone ringing in background)
I will be giving you my notice, Mr. Pünd.
With immediate effect.
I accept your resignation.
♪ ♪
Mind your step.
♪ ♪
(car door opens)
CHUBB: Mind your head.
♪ ♪
(car door opens)
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
(loud knock at door)
ANDREAS: It's too early.
Tell them to go away.
(chuckling): You stay there.
Morning. Oh, morning.
Uh, this came for you.
Thanks, Derek. Welcome.
What is it?
It's from Craig Andrews.
Don't open it.
(gasps): My phone!
No note.
I'm sorry I mistrusted you.
If you remember,
I once accused you of being a killer.
(chuckles): Well, it's true.
(chuckles)
I guess we're even.
Susan, listen to me.
I'm coming back to Crete. I'm staying here with you.
You don't want to run a hotel.
I should have seen that.
We have the money.
We can fix the hotel.
I just need a bit more time here.
The book was my idea-- I started all this.
And now I'm gonna finish it.
(people talking in background)
Let's go. Yep.
(piano playing in background)
Did you enjoy your breakfast? Very much, thank you.
Um, we'd like to arrange a late checkout.
Are you serious?
Yes-- oh, sorry,
you haven't met my partner, Andreas.
You see, the thing is,
we have quite a long drive today.
We're going to Norfolk to see Stefan.
You've got permission to see him in jail?
Yes, someone I know arranged it.
(exhales)
What do you think he can possibly tell you?
Well, uh, one thing I'd be quite interested to know
is what it was like
being forced to have sex with you.
(softly): How dare you-- who told you that?
You fired him because he refused to go on with it.
He rejected you, he'd had enough.
I fired him because he's a thief.
No, that was Natasha, the maid who found the body.
Everyone knows that.
Anyway, let's see what Stefan has to say.
Well, what difference does it make?
He confessed-- he's a convicted murderer.
Well, actually, I don't believe he did kill Frank Parris,
and I'm going to prove it.
Oh, I take it that's a yes on the late checkout, huh?
(car engine revving)
ANDREAS: How far is the prison?
It's about 60 miles?
Mm.
Are you sure you want to come?
I'm afraid you're going to have to wait outside
when we get there.
I've only got entry for one.
That's all right.
I'll make sure nobody steals the car.
(laughing): I think all the thieves
are locked up inside.
(chuckles) (chuckling): You never know.
God, I've missed you.
♪ ♪
OFFICER: Name?
Susan Ryeland.
I'm visiting Stefan Leonida.
I.D.?
Ah.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
Oh, thank you.
(keys jingling, door buzzer sounding)
♪ ♪
(door closes)
♪ ♪
STEFAN: Why should I talk to you?
I heard on the news Cecily Treherne is dead.
Don't you want to know who killed her?
I know who killed her.
And who was that?
The same person who killed Frank Parris.
Cecily wrote to me just a few weeks ago.
She said she'd read a book, a detective story.
She said she knew I was innocent.
Do you have the letter?
I tore it up.
I published that book, Stefan.
"Atticus Pünd Takes the Case."
It was written by a man...
(breathes deeply): ...called Alan Conway.
You never met him?
He asked to meet me.
I refused.
If you didn't kill Frank Parris,
why did you confess?
Why do you think?
I don't know.
Because I'm an immigrant?
Even though I came to this country
when I was six years old?
Because I'm a nobody?
Because I have a criminal record?
There was a lot of evidence against you.
Yes.
But I was asleep all night.
There was a party,
maybe I drank too much wine.
How much?
One glass, two.
But it knocked me out.
The next thing I knew,
the policeman was in my room.
Detective Superintendent Locke?
(chuckles)
He was the bastard who told me to confess.
I had no chance, but if I pleaded guilty,
they would go easier on me.
That was what he said.
Easier?
Life with a minimum of 20 years.
I should have never listened to him.
The one brightness in my life,
the one dawn that gives me hope, has been taken from me.
♪ ♪
Tell me about Lisa.
(chuckles)
She's evil-- she's a devil.
You were having a relationship with her.
Not a relationship-- sex.
She threatened you?
Why else do you think someone like me
would sleep with someone like her?
And when I finally refused,
she fired me.
When was that?
A month before the wedding.
Well...
Here's something I don't understand, then.
Two weeks later, you were still seeing her.
Who told you that?
You were seen in the woods.
Liam Corby.
Mm, yeah.
(people talking in background, buzzer sounds in distance)
(sniffs)
(clears throat)
That was the last time I saw her.
Thought if I gave her what she wanted,
she would give me my job back.
But she didn't.
I told you, she's evil.
(birds chirping)
He was lying.
When?
At the very end,
when I asked him why he went back with Lisa.
He hesitated.
He's hiding something.
It's like he's protecting somebody.
And then all that stuff
about "the one brightness in my life"
and "the dawn that has been taken from me."
What did he mean by that?
Well, you should've asked him.
(sighs): Yeah, a bit late now.
(exhales loudly)
ANDREAS: Can we stop for a drink?
Well, I'm, I'm driving.
ANDREAS: But I'm not.
(brakes squeal, tires skid)
♪ ♪
ANDREAS: I'll get the drinks.
What you having?
Um...
Lemonade, please.
I'll be right back.
Oh...
You have found what you are looking for?
Thought I might have a message from my sister.
I'm not referring to the device in your hand.
I'm thinking of the investigation.
Oh, no, it's hopeless.
I've asked a thousand questions
and I still don't have any answers.
But you have many, many answers. Mmm...
That's how it works for the detective.
Um, I'm not a detective?
You have so much that is in your head.
Truth, lies... Mm.
...half-lies, misdirection,
but suddenly, you see something
which may seem to have no relevance,
but it untangles everything,
and at once, you have total clarity.
See what?
(exhales): Could be anything, um...
A magpie, a, a moonflower.
The name of this public house,
for example.
♪ ♪
Plough and Stars.
The Plough and Sta...
Why should that ha...
♪ ♪
Susan.
Aha!
Forget the drinks, Andreas.
We've gotta go.
♪ ♪
(car door closes)
(knocking)
Why won't you take no for an answer?
We don't want to see you. Yes, you do.
You can talk to me or you can talk to the police.
It's your choice.
The first time I came here, you did something very strange.
You answered my questions in a way that made you
seem more suspicious, more likely
to have murdered Frank Parris.
(chuckling)
I don't know what you're talking about. (chuckles)
You told me how much you loved this house,
and how awful it would have been
if you'd been forced to sell it.
In other words, what you were really saying was,
you had every reason to kill him.
That was your assumption.
Just as you were happy to admit
that you'd argued with Cecily Treherne.
I mean, you could've denied that.
You didn't even try.
Martin had nothing to do with either of their deaths.
No, I know he didn't-- no, he's not a killer.
He's a pathetic fantasist
pretending to be a killer.
(Martin chuckles)
And why would I do that?
(laughs): Well, um, let me think about that.
Let's imagine
that you were trapped in an entirely loveless marriage
with a wife who bullied you
and made you feel small about yourself.
JOANNE: Get out of my house! I haven't finished yet.
ANDREAS: He wanted you to think he had the balls to kill your brother.
SUSAN: So, it's all been a charade.
Hm?
Trying to make me understand the motive,
and spelling it all out.
And that business with the car--
did he tell you about that?
Yes, I bet he did.
Trying to scare me off
made him look like a man.
But it hasn't worked.
He's been lying as much to you as he has been to me.
And that's why I'm here-- I want you to know
he's not a killer.
He's just a pathetic creep.
♪ ♪
That felt good. I was impressed.
How are you so sure he didn't kill Frank Parris?
Because I know who did.
♪ ♪
(engine starts)
♪ ♪
SUSAN: Let's finish the job,
then we can go. Where to?
Home.
And where is that?
Crete, the Trifilli. Susan...
(exhales)
I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do.
No, I'm not going to have to.
There's something I haven't told you.
Nathan Parker came through.
Who?
Parker Chance Books? I told you I was seeing them.
He's C.E.O. And?
Well, I thought the interview had gone really terribly,
but apparently,
he was impressed by my frankness,
and he's offered me a job. (chuckling)
Andreas, it, it's, it's freelance.
I'm like, um...
I'm like an editor-at-large, you know?
I can work from Crete
and pay somebody else to unblock the drains.
Well, then, that's... Yeah, I know, it's perfect, so...
(speaking Greek):
I'm still not at all sure about this.
The solution? No, all these people.
It's exactly the kind of thing I told Alan Conway
not to do in his books. You'll be fine.
♪ ♪
You go ahead-- I'll be right with you.
ANDREAS (speaking Greek):
SUSAN: Yeah.
I didn't expect to see you here.
Are you coming in?
Oh, with your permission.
I thought you might appreciate a little support.
I'd love it.
SUSAN (voiceover): It is clear now
that Stefan Leonida did not kill Frank Parris.
Cecily knew the truth,
and it was that which put her own life in danger.
LOCKE: You'd better know what you're talking about, Miss Ryeland.
I've only agreed to be here because... Oh, you're here because
you were wrong, Detective Superintendent.
You've always been wrong, and somewhere inside you,
you knew it.
Do you know who killed Cecily?
Yes, I do.
AIDEN: Then tell me.
You have to tell me.
I can't stand any more of this.
We have to start with the night before the wedding,
the night Frank Parris was murdered,
to see how Stefan was framed, because that's what happened.
That was the plan all along.
It began with the dog barking.
(Locke laughs)
What's that got to do with anything?
It's the reason
Derek went upstairs.
I noticed a, a brooch
in the display on the landing. The figeen.
I believe someone jabbed it into the dog
to make it bark, and that drew Derek upstairs to the landing
just in time to see someone who looked like Stefan...
Stefan?
SUSAN: ...on his way to room 12,
the room occupied by Frank Parris.
But it, it wasn't Stefan?
No, Derek.
It was Leo.
LIAM: Who's Leo?
Leo was a male escort...
(sighs heavily) ...working in London.
Frank Parris was a client of his, and Alan's book
is dedicated to both of them.
"For Frank and Leo: In Remembrance." Mm.
Cecily said
the killer was named in the book.
SUSAN (voiceover): And there it is.
So, what do we know about Leo?
Well, only what James Taylor,
who was a friend of Alan Conway's, told me in London.
I have a feeling he was Australian.
Alan made a joke about him once.
He said Leo had just got back from Melbourne,
so he's probably in bed with jet lag.
What are you looking at me for?
I've got nothing to do with it.
I've never met any of these people!
Leo was doing what he did,
living as a sex worker, because he wanted money.
And he must have been here
when Alan came to the hotel.
Why else would he have been in the book?
But Leo is not just a name.
It suddenly occurred to me
when I was in a pub in Norfolk just this morning.
The Plough and Stars.
SUSAN: Exactly.
Leo is a star sign.
And when you remember that,
everything clicks into place.
Cecily believed in all of that, didn't she?
Astrology and horoscopes.
Well, you told me.
Absolutely-- she read it every day.
And then there was the pendant that she liked to wear,
an amulet,
with three stars and an arrow-- that happens to be
the star sign for Sagittarius.
When was her birthday?
December the 10th.
How about you, Aiden?
August 16.
Leo.
That, um, tattoo on your shoulder.
It's a glyph, isn't it?
A symbol that denotes a constellation.
I half-noticed it when I saw the photograph in your home,
Aiden, but it was only later that I realized
its significance-- it's shorthand
for a lion's head and tail.
Leo, again.
According to all of the books,
Leo and Sagittarius
are highly compatible, which is exactly what Cecily said
when she spoke at her wedding.
AIDEN: So, you're saying I worked in London
as a male escort,
and that I was called Leo.
Yes.
That is rubbish-- I was an estate agent.
And I'm not Australian.
I've never been to Australia in my life.
Ah, well, Alan said that Leo
was jet-lagged traveling from Melbourne.
But he said it as a joke.
Why was that?
Well, it only becomes a joke if it isn't Melbourne, Australia,
but somewhere much closer-- there's a town called Melbourne
in South Derbyshire.
Your mother came from Derbyshire.
You even said so in your speech.
And I just want to say to my mum,
I'm so glad that you were able to come
all the way down from Derbyshire for today.
You were Leo?
SUSAN: Got it in one,
Detective Superintendent.
He met Cecily and he married her
because he wanted all of this.
It's not true. And you got it.
You got it-- a new life, money,
a bright future, and you'd escaped
your sordid past.
But then the worst possible stroke of luck.
On the eve of the wedding, Frank Parris
checks in to the hotel,
and of course, he recognizes you.
AIDEN: We might have something in the Moonflower wing.
(chuckling nervously)
This is all lies.
One moment, he's all sullen and sniffy
about his room, the next, he's all smiles,
because he's already worked out what he's gonna do.
The opera!
And this is when we get
to "The Marriage of Figaro."
Frank said he was going to see the opera that night,
but it wasn't on.
And Alan put it into his book, too.
Why?
It, it has a wedding in it?
It's more than that, Lawrence.
It's what this whole thing has been about.
Control.
The opera's a comedy: it's about a couple getting married.
The villain is an aristocrat
who tries to force one of them to sleep with him
on their wedding night.
You're saying that, that... Frank Parris knew the opera,
and when he bumped into Aiden,
quite by chance, on the eve of his wedding,
he had a nasty idea.
He would do exactly the same thing to Aiden.
Frank recognized him.
He knew Aiden's past.
And that gave him complete power.
He would force Aiden to have sex with him.
(overture to "The Marriage of Figaro" playing)
So, why did Alan Conway put the opera in his book?
SUSAN: Well, Alan knew Frank well.
So he must have guessed what happened,
and included "The Marriage of Figaro"
as a clue. AIDEN: My wife was found dead yesterday.
I was in love with her.
I don't have to listen to any more of this.
Oh, I think you do.
Frank even pretended that his key was broken,
and he passed it to you right in front of your wife-to-be.
This is for you.
It's not working.
SUSAN: The key for you to come to his room later that night.
But he didn't realize you'd decided
you weren't going to play his game.
He was a danger to you.
(breath trembling)
And you were going to get rid of him.
You also decided that you were going to frame Stefan.
You must have known about his gambling debts.
So, you made sure he didn't wake up that night.
STEFAN (voiceover): Maybe I drank too much wine
and it knocked me out.
SUSAN: So you drugged him.
Cecily was taking sleeping pills.
That's what knocked him out,
not the alcohol.
And then, when midnight came, you dressed up as Stefan,
you carried his toolbox.
But first, you made sure you'd have a witness.
♪ ♪
(Chase whimpers loudly)
(breath shuddering)
It would've only taken you a few seconds
to get into room 12.
And then?
And then you hammered Frank Parris to death.
No.
I would advise you not to say anything, Mr. MacNeil.
You listen to what she has to say.
Thank you, Detective Superintendent,
but that wasn't the end of it.
SUSAN: Would've been easy for you to get into Stefan's room.
Presumably, you had a master key, or maybe you just took his.
♪ ♪
You hid the money
that you'd found in Frank Parris's wallet
and you left bloodstains
using the fountain pen that you'd stolen from Cecily.
(pen cap snaps)
This is all crazy-- Stefan was my friend.
That's not true, either.
He may have been, once.
But not once you found out
that he was having a relationship with your wife.
What?
(inhales)
SUSAN: Yes, I'm sorry to break it to you, Lawrence,
and to you, Pauline.
Cecily was always fond of Stefan.
They were always so close.
I mean, it's possible the affair started
long before she met Aiden.
But of course, she had to keep it from you.
He was an immigrant.
He had a criminal record.
LIAM: It was Cecily.
In the wood.
Yes, that's right, Liam.
SUSAN: You assumed it was Stefan and Lisa.
It never occurred to you
that he might be involved with both sisters.
(branch cracks)
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SUSAN: That's the real reason you fired him, isn't it, Lisa?
You found out.
Look, I don't believe it-- I won't believe it.
Cecily wasn't like that.
SUSAN: I'm afraid the evidence
is right in front of your eyes, Lawrence.
Your granddaughter, Roxana.
Does she look anything like Aiden?
Or does she remind you of someone else?
Stefan-- oh, my God.
He's spent seven years in jail because of you!
He confessed!
Yes, he confessed because you made him confess,
and you're gonna have to live with that.
But even now,
he's protecting Cecily.
He didn't tell me the truth, but he said something quite strange.
The one brightness in my life,
the one dawn that gives me hope, has been taken from me.
Cecily chose the name of her child.
Roxana is quite a common name in Romanian.
It means brightness.
Or dawn.
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At least there's one good thing that's left
out of all this.
I hope it's a consolation to you.
You killed Cecily.
You took her to the woods and you strangled her!
(Aiden's breath trembling)
I didn't want to.
I loved her.
I tried to love her.
But she saw something in that stupid, stupid book that...
And she was going to tell.
You're an evil man.
You are a wicked, evil man!
(exhales heavily)
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I really do think it is goodbye this time.
Watching you, it was a master class, Susan.
(chuckles) You certainly have no need of me.
And yet...
What?
Alan Conway, he dedicated his book
to Frank and Leo.
He also drew on "The Marriage of Figaro," but...
I wonder...
Go on.
Are you sure there isn't
something else you've missed?
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(people talking in background)
(Andreas speaking Greek)
What do you think?
It's the new menu.
Oh! (chuckles)
Looks good.
And good news-- we've had a cancellation.
When?
First two weeks of September, two rooms.
Fantastic-- I'll let Katie know.
It'll be lovely to have her here. Mm.
What are you doing?
I'm just worried
that I missed something.
Susan. Mm-hmm?
Cecily was found.
Aiden is going to spend the rest of his life in prison.
Stefan is back with his daughter-- you solved it all.
And you even got paid, so what else is there?
Something.
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(breathes deeply)
(people talking in background)
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Are you coming to bed?
In a minute.
It's almost midnight.
(inhales deeply)
(groans)
There's gotta be something.
An anagram,
a play on words-- something
hidden!
It's gonna drive you mad.
If it doesn't drive you mad, it's gonna drive me mad.
Come to bed.
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(gasps)
(softly): I've got it.
(gasps)
(people talking and laughing in background)
Hm.
Mm, thank you.
All right, tell me.
Alan wanted us to know that the killer was Leo.
Leo was also a star sign.
So that's what he did.
He filled the book with lions.
Go on.
Well, first of all, there was the pub
at Tawleigh.
Then there was Oscar Berlin.
It is the work of almost three years, Melissa.
SUSAN: With his script.
It was all about Richard the Lionheart.
The comic that Eric read was the "Lion."
Alan told me that was a clue.
That was why he insisted on Bert Lahr.
SUSAN: He plays the cowardly lion
in "The Wizard of Oz." ANDREAS: Yes.
SUSAN: The stained-glass window in the Church of St. Daniel.
The lions' den. Yeah!
And, most of all,
Algernon's number plate.
I mean, that really said it all.
I mean, it goes on and on, and I've probably
missed half of them, but that was his secret message.
There were lots of lions.
So that's it.
It's over!
We, yeah, may, maybe.
But you know Alan-- there might be something else.
There's nothing else-- it's enough.
Please, Susan, don't be angry with me,
but it's time to finish with all this.
I think you've allowed Alan Conway
to do enough damage to your life.
You might be right.
Of course I'm right.
I want you to forget about all this
and come out with me tonight.
Where are we going?
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ANDREAS (voiceover): The Psychro Cave.
It's also known as the Cave of Zeus,
because they say he was born here.
Mm.
(chuckles)
Why have you brought me here, Andreas?
'Cause it's one of the most beautiful places in Crete.
SUSAN: Hm.
And I think
you've had your head so buried in Alan's books,
his documents, his life,
that you've forgotten about the moon
and the stars.
You're a true romantic.
I'm Greek.
We're all romantic. (chuckles)
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I brought something with me.
I thought I might need it.
What is it?
It's everything that James gave me
and all my notes from Branlow Hall.
I don't need them.
Are you sure?
I've never been so sure of anything in all my life.
Then let's make an offering to the gods. (chuckles)
To thank them for bringing us back together... (laughs)
...and to release you from the dark shadows,
the memories of what we've left behind.
(laughs) (chuckles)
SUSAN: An offering to the gods.
Thank you.
(chuckles)
(flames crackling)
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(animal hooting)
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(click)
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