The Puzzle Lady

(dramatic music) Just moments ago, the court ruled in favor of the Mayor of Bakerbury in his libel case against the Bakerbury Gazette.

Journalist Anton Gran accused the mayor of exploiting ex-prisoners in his many hospitality businesses, a claim the Mayor vociferously denied.

A denial of wrongdoing, ha!

Well, wonders never cease.

Here comes the editor of the Bakerbury Gazette.

Mr Trotter, what's your response to losing the case?

No comment.

And are you going to appeal, Mr Trotter?

Editors get sued all the time.

He'll probably just take it on the chin.

Still, at least he didn't fire you.

May as well have.

He stuck me on entertainment.

Mayor Firth, do you have a statement about the verdict?

I'm delighted the court made the right decision today.

After all my charitable work, it's a disgrace to have my reputation dragged through the muck by some grubby little fake news hack.

Well, okay, we can probably switch it off now.

(sighs) And speaking of charitable events, the 2010 sensation Psychic Buffalo are in Bakerbury for a one night only concert.

My favorite of their tracks has got to be the inimitable Come To Me, Baby, I'm Waiting For You.

How about you, Miss Baidwan?

What the hell?

Can you believe that?

-Fake news hack.

-No, no.

-Outrageous.

-Anyway, I'd better go.

I'm interviewing Dennis Pride.

I hear he's a nice guy.

Hey, you said you were into indie rock.

I've got a press pass.

I could get you in.

Um, no.

I, I would love to, but I, um, I have a, a puzzle deadline.

-Fair enough.

Shame though.

-Mm-hm.

(singing) I'll miss you, baby, tonight!

(chuckles) Why didn't you tell him?

Because, if he knew this Dennis was my Dennis, he'd do something stupid.

And Anton needs to keep his job.

-(Cora sighs) Ah.

A concert in Bakerbury!

What the hell is that swine playing at?

He's just trying to get in my head.

But don't worry, I can handle him.

Just promise me you won't do something stupid.

I promise.

(suspenseful music) (pub chatter) MAYOR FIRTH: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

(Firth chuckles) (cheering, applause) What a fantastic turnout tonight.

Everybody, please take your seats.

The show's about to start.

Now, for those of you who don't know me, I'm Mayor Firth of Firth Enterprises, proud sponsor of tonight's performance by Psychic Buffalo!

(cheering & applause) Whoo!

Er, oooh!

Not just Firth Enterprises, I think you'll find, my darling.

-Yes, thank you, Mrs.

Hendrix.

-Come on, come up here.

I was just getting to that.

Also contributing a slightly smaller but still generous donation, Ray and Julien Hendrix of Hendrix & Son.

-Whoo!

-A round of applause, everyone.

(applause) And not forgetting executive assistant Olivia Lemon.

Oh, I think the lads are ready.

Enjoy the show!

(cheering & applause) Oh, there he is.

(cheering & applause) Good to be here, Bakerbury.

This one's an early one.

See if you recognize it.

(rock music) (screaming, cheering) Hey Mr.

Spaceman I've been callin' you from Earth Don't know what you're thinking There's no promising.. .

I don't want Ray finding out about this.

This is your chance to put it right.

Now, just fix it, Olivia.

-Fine.

-Good.

Thank you.

(background rock music) Oh, it's Cora Felton, isn't it?

It is indeed.

Yes!

Someone told me you lived in town.

-Oh.

-I'm Gloria.

Oh, what did you think of the concert?

Brilliant, wasn't it?

Oh...oh, yes.

Loved it.

Huge fan.

Yeah.

Oh, yes, us too.

We danced to 'Missing You' at our wedding last year.

And when I heard they were coming to town, I said to Ray, I said, "We've just got to sponsor them."

I mean, it's not every day you get to meet Dennis Pride.

-Mm.

-They're going clubbing at the Duke Vincent after this.

Join us if you fancy it.

Oh, thank you.

But I think my clubbing days are behind me.

Oh, that's what Ray said.

But I say, "You're never too old to shake a tail feather."

(laughter) You know where we are if you change your mind.

(sighs) (suspenseful music) Okay, Dennis, I'm going to say this only once.

You can die tonight, or... No, no.

(clears throat) I'm going to say this only once.

You can leave town in one piece, or you can leave in a body bag.

What's it gonna be?

Hah.

(blow) Hey, can I have a word?

Look, it's a nice hotel enough, but I'm having a few problems.

Is there any way you can stop... If I may offer a suggestion, lose the shades.

Less conspicuous.

Oh, it is you.

It's a shame to cover up those lovely eyes, Miss Felton.

Well, whoever you are, I'm not looking to be picked up.

Sullivan, Gilbert Sullivan.

-(tuts) -(chuckles) Yes, I... Yes, I know.

My parents were blissfully unaware since they loathed light operetta.

But is complimenting your eyes a pickup or a statement of truth?

I'll tell you.

It's both.

Well, that as it may... I'm busy.

Working a case?

Oh, I know all about your sleuthing.

How marvelous to meet the famous Puzzle Lady.

Can't wait to tell my daughters.

(Dennis chatting to hotel staff) FAN: Dennis!

I can't believe it's actually you, Dennis.

This way, Madam, please.

This way.

Dennis, I made this for you!

No, it's okay.

I know him!

Dennis... I'll...I'll come back!

I have to go.

(playful music) It was a pleasure to meet you.

(rock music thudding) (knocking) Come on in.

Oh, it's you.

Hm.

Really?

What do you want, Cora?

To talk.

A polite conversation about Sherry.

What about Sherry?

You're staying away from her, or you'll have me to answer to.

You know, it's quite a nice town, this.

I might hang around for a while.

But it's a little bit small.

Can I help it if I run it into Sherry?

I'm only going to say this once.

You can leave town in one piece... (knocking) -You expecting someone?

-Yeah, I was actually.

So if you wouldn't mind pissing off, that'd be great.

(ominous music) Oh, hello again.

I'm not interrupting?

Not at all.

I was just leaving.

And I suggest you do the same tomorrow morning.

I know what it looks like, but, um, it's not what you think, alright?

Mm.

Ta-ra.

Looks like Dennis made quite the impression on Anton.

"Dennis Pride gave his all to a rapturous audience, proving Psychic Buffalo has lost none of the potency of their heyday."

-Coffee?

Oh no, I'm fine.

I'm gonna go for one later with Anton.

Anyway, listen to this.

"I caught up with the magnetic frontman just moments after he'd left the stage and could instantly see why his popularity has endured."

Ugh.

Get a room.

Oh, come on now.

You can't blame the boy for being taken in.

You were too once.

Please don't remind me.

Anyway, how was bridge last night?

Who won?

Um... I did, naturally.

(doorbell rings) Oh... Oh, don't get up.

(sighs) Oh, my God.

What do you want?

I came to see you, didn't I?

I mean, I could hardly be in Bakerbury and not come and say hello.

You most certainly could.

You've got some nerve, you know that?

Look, I know you told me to stay away, but I'm not here to cause trouble.

Did you lie to me?

Yes, but only because I didn't think you'd find out!

Sherry, please, let me take you out for dinner tonight.

I wanna make things right by us.

Here... Hm?

(suspenseful music) (sniffs) (Cora giggling) Oh, what the hell?

What's he doing here?

(chuckles) Oh... Are you two, er... -Okay.

-Seriously, what's going on?

Dennis is my ex-husband.

This Dennis?

You wife-beating shit.

Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

-Oh, dear.

-Come on, I'm here.

Anton, there's really no need.

No, it's fine, it's fine.

– CORA: Oh, dear.

-This is really fun.

But, uh, I've got somewhere else to be, mate.

But Sherry, baby... I'm not giving up on us.

(singing) Sherry, Sherry Baby... (door closes) Why didn't you tell me?

Don't worry, sweetheart.

I won't let that bastard upset you again.

(dramatic music) -HOOPER: Cocaine?

– CORA: Mountains of it.

In his hotel room.

I saw it with my very eyes.

-Why were you in his hotel room?

-Hm!

We have history.

Or rather, Sherry does.

He is a nasty piece of work.

Alright, so you don't like the guy and you want us to screw him over on your behalf?

Thank you.

If you wouldn't mind.

I do mind, Miss Felton.

I'm not here to settle scores.

-It's my wife... -Excuse me, Raymond?

You alright, mate?

Derek...I can't find Gloria.

She's been gone all day and she's not answering her phone.

I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation, mate.

When did you last see her?

Uh, this morning.

About ten.

Ray, mate, that was four hours ago.

Yes, but she wouldn't say where she was going.

Look, I, I've called Julien, Olivia, all of Gloria's friends.

No one knows where she is.

It's not like her to ignore my calls.

What if something's happened to her?

Raymond, relax mate, relax.

I tell you what, go home, right?

She's probably waiting for you there.

And if she's not back by this evening, I'll send her car out to look for her, alright?

Alright.

Thanks, Derek.

Sorry, mate.

Relax, relax, relax, come on.

And get him home, please, mate.

Thank you.

Strange.

Why the paranoia?

Probably 'cause his first wife died.

Oh, really?

Anything suspicious?

-Yeah.

-No.

She slipped in the bathtub, banged her head.

She'd been drinking.

Even so, Ray was a suspect for a while.

They had a stormy marriage.

Raymond would never touch a hair on Harriet's head.

Would you say he was a possessive husband?

-Yes.

-No.

So, if Ray were to find out that Gloria had been in another man's company, would you say he would blame her?

-I guess... -Probably, yeah.

Interesting.

Oh... Gotta dash.

(sinister music) -Is she here?

-I think I know where she is.

-Come on... -Take your car.

(engine starts) RAY: Gloria!

Gloria!

Gloria!

(engine revving) Gloria, Gloria, Gloria!

Gloria, Gloria!

Uh... (sobbing) Uh... Uh...(gasping) Who did this?

Who did this?

(dramatic music) (knocking) No housekeeping.

(knocking) Who is it?

(somber music) If you knew that Gloria was here, why didn't you tell your dad earlier when he was worried?

Because it would've ruined the surprise she was planning.

Gloria hired this place for the Phantom.

All she told me was she was making some sort of music video for their anniversary.

That's why she went to Dennis Pride's hotel room last night.

-Miss Felton?

-Gloria told me that she danced to Dennis's song on their wedding day.

He was here.

That much is evident.

Evident from what?

Red car paint on the pillar by the gate.

Dennis drives a red sports car.

He left in a hurry too.

There are skid marks in the road.

And if I know that bastard, he's about to skip town.

(suspenseful music) Hi.

(engine starts) No, hold on.

(van beeping) (thud) Yep.

That should do it.

I know how it looks, but I only ran 'cause I panicked.

Then you admit that you were at the villa?

Yeah.

Gloria asked me to shoot a music video with her.

She wanted it to look like some scene from an Italian movie, you know, with a...a fountain.

She gave me five grand.

I said yes.

But when I got there, she was already dead.

Right, so how do you explain the blood-stained shirt that we found in your suitcase?

I got it on me when I checked whether she was still alive, but I didn't kill her.

So, why not call the police?

I panicked.

Look, I'm famous.

I didn't wanna get the blame.

I'm not surprised, you know, considering your, uh, history of violence against women.

I'm sorry, are you citing my client's past?

Did he have any history with Gloria Hendrix?

-Not that we know of, no.

-Correct.

Because he only met her yesterday and their dealings were entirely professional.

Moreover, I think you'll find Mr.

Pride has no prior convictions of any kind.

No, not convictions, no, but... just a string of complaints of domestic abuse from his ex-wife.

A Miss Sherry Carter.

Then it's irrelevant.

(suspenseful music) SHERRY: Of course she'd defend him.

Someone tried to kill her, she'd hand them her business card.

Do you agree then, Dennis is guilty?

I didn't say that.

It makes no sense for him to have killed Gloria.

-Hm, no sense at all.

-What about the fact that he fled the scene with her blood on him?

Which rather proves our point.

Look, a guilty man would be more careful.

Isn't it more likely to be the husband?

Gloria went to Dennis's hotel room last night.

As it turns out, it was entirely innocent.

But if Ray got wind of the rendezvous, he could have lost his temper.

A few months back, the Gazette published pictures of her kissing another man.

Some model, a stripper called Dante.

The idiot that I work with, Colin Sugar, he was behind the expos.

I have to say, something felt... something felt off about it.

What do you mean, 'off'?

He was pretty shifty when I asked him about it.

It made me think it was some kind of honey trap.

Hmm.

Interesting.

A stripper, you say?

(club music playing) (whooping) Strip for me, babe, strip for you Strip for me 'cause I want you to Strip for me, babe, strip for you Strip for me 'cause I want you to Strip for me, babe, strip for you Dante, I believe?

No, I said no extras.

Oh, you should be so lucky.

Wait, you're that... the crossword woman.

Puzzle Lady, but close enough.

And I recognize you too from a kiss and tell piece in the Gazette.

Yeah, thanks for the reminder.

You know that bitch's husband broke my nose.

-Oh.

-Luckily for me, he had a fat bank account, so I made him cough me up a settlement check.

A big one.

Hm.

People with money don't usually, how... how can I put this, wear Velcro trousers.

So what happened to the windfall, Mr Dante?

-It's just Dante.

-Oh.

And what, can't you tell?

I gave it all to a plastic surgeon who bollocksed it up.

So, bye-bye modeling career.

Oh, you'll forgive me if I don't shed a tear for you.

You lied about having an affair with a married woman who's now dead, by the way.

So what?

It's got nothing to do with me.

Look, some journalist paid me to kiss her.

That is all.

So Colin Sugar paid you?

Was anyone else involved?

Did someone put him up to it?

How the hell would I know?

(engine starts) Pepperoni is your favorite, right, Danny?

Yeah.

Oh, hey, Miss Felton, do you want some free pizza?

Oh no, thank you.

Marvelous hat.

-Oh.

-Didn't know you had a job.

It's Dad's idea.

Keeping you out of trouble, huh?

Good to see everybody so hard at work.

I have been working, Inspector, on a lead.

Me too.

I... Would you care for me to share it?

By all means, yeah.

A low grade hack called Colin Sugar, hired a model by the name of Dante to set Gloria up.

Ray then beat up Dante and was forced to pay him off.

Yes, we all knew that.

Young Dante had it coming to him, if you ask me.

Yes, but he was just the honey trap.

The real question is who hired Colin Sugar to slander Gloria, and why?

Well, who says anyone hired him, eh?

Maybe he was just a low life journalist trying to sell a story.

What did the pathologist say, Sir?

Ah, just that it was hard to pinpoint a time of death.

-Well, luckily I... -Well, that would be 'cause she was found in water.

Her, her body temperature would've dropped.

I've read that messes with the timeline, but rigor mortis should narrow it down to like a two hour...window.

Sorry.

Um... I'll just get back to work.

Yeah.

I mean, she is right, you know.

They reckon it was some time between 11 a.m.

and 2 p.m., but that's hardly specific, is it?

11:54.

Her watch was broken during the attack.

She died at 11: 54.

Sir, we should ask Dennis Pride to see if he has an alibi for that time.

-There's no need.

I know exactly where he was.

Stood on my doorstep with a dozen red roses for Sherry.

Dennis couldn't have killed Gloria.

You have to let him go.

(mysterious music) This is just bail, Mr.

Pride.

I suggest that you stay in town.

Well, I am happy to stay if you want me to.

Call me Dennis.

So, what's the situation with the, um, cocaine misunderstanding?

You're being charged with possession, Mr.

Pride.

But seeing as you're a first time offender, I'll get it reduced down to a fine.

Ha!

First time offender!

And by the way, thank you for saving my ass, Cora.

You're most not welcome.

(sighs) Oh, hello again.

Oh, hello.

How serendipitous.

I was just thinking about you.

Oh, are you working on the Gloria Hendrix murder case?

I'm not at liberty to say, but yes, yes I am.

What an exciting woman you are.

Um, please don't think me impertinent, but... can I take you out some time?

Oh... Blunt trauma, like before?

Harriet was a single blow, mate.

This is more like two, maybe three.

Gloria was killed sometime just before midday yesterday.

And I'm sorry to ask you this, Ray, mate, but... Where were you?

I was here, alone.

Did you think Gloria was having an affair?

-What?

-Come on, mate.

You know what I'm getting at here.

Did you follow her to the villa?

And did you... How could you ask me that?

I've gotta ask you that, mate.

Gloria never cheated on me.

And even if she did, I wouldn't hurt her hair on her head.

'Cause I loved her.

(sobbing) I know, mate.

(sobbing) I'm sorry, Olivia, it's procedure to establish everyone's whereabouts, so... Can you confirm where you were yesterday?

-I was in the office.

-On a Saturday?

I had something to take care of.

I can't remember exactly what time I got there, but it was late morning.

Right.

-And you, Julien?

-Oh.

I'm a suspect now too, am I?

Well, given you're the only one who knew who Gloria was, we... we'll have to consider it, mate.

Wow.

Okay, I mean, you used to take me camping, but whatever.

I know.

I was at the office too.

Olivia can vouch for that.

But if you don't believe us, we've got security cameras with a timecode.

We'll send you a link.

Well, that would be useful, thank you.

Are you finished?

I think you've upset my dad enough as it is.

I'll talk to you later, Ray, alright?

(suspenseful music) I can't believe Cora gave him an alibi.

Can't you?

Oh, come on.

You're saying you would've kept quiet?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, right.

-You wanna leave?

-Nope.

Why should we?

Dildo.

(Sherry laughs) Just ignore him.

He's just trying to make me jealous.

Or maybe you are the one who's jealous.

What?

No, no, I'm just... I'm just worried about Becky.

-If he hurts her... -Oh, please.

-She will be fine.

-He's dangerous.

I still think he could've killed Gloria.

Think about it.

The watch gives him an alibi, right?

But what if he deliberately broke it to make it look like it stopped during the murder and then changed the time afterwards?

He put it back an hour so the three of us would have to vouch for him.

He is not that smart.

Are you sure about that?

(ominous music) (birds chirping) (sighs) Ooh, spot of shopping?

Ah... Ah, I've met a man.

His name's Gilbert.

He's divine.

And I'm seeing him tonight.

Oh, Aunt Cora!

I'm so happy for you.

You deserve a bit of romance.

Thank you, sweetheart.

So do you.

Dare I ask, how are things with you and Anton?

Oh, that's a good question.

We sort of feel like a couple, but without, you know, the... Sex, darling, you can say it.

Right, yes, without the... That.

Which is weird.

I haven't wanted to make the first move after throwing myself at him.

And I think he's been holding back out of respect for me or something.

But now things are even more complicated with Dennis in town.

Mm.

Here... have some perfume.

Aww.

Oh, uh, that reminds me.

I bumped into Sunil today.

He's a union rep now.

He wanted me to tell you something.

Apparently a bunch of workers at Hendrix & Son, they make designer belts, bags, that sort of thing.

They were all suddenly let go due to outsourcing.

And the building where they used to work is now occupied by... Guess who?

-Mayor Firth.

-Right.

One of his catering companies.

And there's more.

Sunil says Hendrix's designer goods are still being made here in the UK, right here in Bakerbury, by prisoners.

Mayor Firth's favorite workforce.

-Mm.

-You know, I... I heard Gloria and Olivia having an argument the night of the concert.

Olivia was told to fix something, but fix what?

Is that the model that was caught on camera kissing Gloria?

That was an ambush.

That pathetic little creep was just after money.

But if you don't mind, I'd rather not get into that.

What can I do for you today, Miss Felton?

Well, perhaps you could clear something up for me.

I've heard that your company uses prisoners to make your designer goods.

Is that true?

No.

That...that's ridiculous.

I'm not responsible for that part of the business, but I can categorically say that's not true.

Well then, who is responsible?

I am.

Nothing happens here without my say so, and I can assure you we use highly skilled, unionized, locally based workers.

I don't know where you could have heard otherwise.

Oh, just a rumor.

I assumed it was inaccurate, but thought I'd ask.

I won't waste any more of your time.

(sinister music) Hi, it's me.

I need a favor.

Uh, did somebody order pizza?

(rattling) (creaking) JULIEN: Of course I didn't order 15 bloody pizzas!

JIMMI: Listen, we can't send them back.

They've already been cooked.

JULIEN: This is ridiculous.

Call the restaurant, I'll talk to their manager.

-Uh, wait, I'll call my boss.

-Yeah.

You'll...you'll be stuck in the queue for orders, so, uh... KATY: Hi.

Is Luigi there?

We've got...we've got 15 pizzas... (suspenseful music) (drawer closes) KATY: Try confirming next time... The timecode proves Julien was in his office the whole morning.

He doesn't leave till well after 2:00.

Camera in the car park shows his Jag was parked there the whole time.

So he's in the clear.

And what about Olivia?

Well, she gets there at 12:45, almost an hour after the murder.

Talks to Julien, then goes to her office.

So, Olivia could be the killer?

Hendrix & Son have, um, security cameras, ha.

How useful.

You haven't seen anything more up to date, have you?

-No.

Why?

-Not important.

But back to Olivia.

I forgot to tell you this, but I heard her and Gloria arguing the night of the concert.

I couldn't hear what it was about, but Gloria had recently been made Managing Director of Hendrix & Son by Ray, which couldn't have been welcomed by Olivia if she was used to operating without scrutiny.

-What do you mean?

-I suspect Olivia was ripping the company off.

She replaced well-paid staff with prison labor and pocketed the change.

Right.

And how do you know that?

Again, not important, but if you checked the company bank accounts, you'd see I'm right.

You'd also find that she's renting the empty building to one Mayor Firth, probably as a thank you for the prisoner labor deal.

And what makes you so sure Olivia was acting alone?

I'm not, but Julien denied all knowledge of a prisoner sweatshop.

And I believed him.

-What about Ray?

-No.

No, Ray would never exploit his workers, no, no, no.

He's a union man, is Ray.

But it's his company, isn't it?

He must have known something.

(ominous music) You didn't know anything about those contracts?

Course I didn't.

I leave that stuff to Olivia, but I already told that little snake to get stuffed.

Who, Olivia?

No.

Firth.

He came to me months ago with some deal to use prisoners.

I told him, over my dead body.

Are you telling me, Olivia did it anyway, behind my back?

It looks that way, mate, yeah.

I'll fire her.

I don't care who she is, I'll fire her.

Ray, ray, come on, Ray.

You're not in any fit state to make a decision like that.

Come on, mate.

You're making a scene.

So look, be honest.

How could that have happened without you knowing?

'Cause these days, I'm barely there.

I've been working since we were 16, Derek, you know that.

Time to slow down.

-Play some golf.

-Hm.

Julien and Olivia were running things fine, and... Gloria has great ideas about the business.

She did.

Hey.

So what you, uh, promoted Gloria above Olivia and Julien?

Well... They can't have been pleased about that.

They came around.

On the night of the concert, Olivia and Gloria were seen having a bit of a... a bit of an argument.

Any idea why?

No.

Gloria never mentioned it.

(suspenseful music) You'll have to ask Olivia.

She threatened to tell Ray unless I put it right.

And she told me to end the prisoner contract and rehire all our former employees.

I said it wasn't that simple.

We didn't even have the building anymore.

But Gloria didn't know the first thing about business.

Like exploiting workers?

We weren't breaking any laws.

Lots of companies do it.

But Ray couldn't know.

He'd be furious.

Well, he is.

I've already terminated the contract.

That's why I was in on Saturday.

I did what Gloria asked.

Olivia, right now, Ray is the least of your problems because you've already admitted to having an argument with Gloria the night before she was killed.

And we have you on CCTV arriving at the office an hour after she was murdered, so... Where were you, Olivia?

I stopped for a coffee at Babs' Bakery.

Someone must have seen me there.

Jesus Christ, I didn't kill Gloria!

(suspenseful music) (laughter) Miss Felton, why are you always found where you're clearly not wanted?

Said the pot to the kettle.

Inspector Hooper, please tell me you didn't drag poor Olivia Lemon in here for questioning.

Yeah, she's in our interview room there.

So, she's a suspect, is she?

Even though it's far more likely to be the jealous husband whose first wife died in much the same way.

Now, why isn't either one in the hot seat, eh?

Oh, that's right.

You and Ray are bosom buddies, aren't you?

Hm.

Says a man who cozies up to anyone who lines his pockets.

We all know why you're here, Mayor Firth.

To protect your grubby little deal with Olivia, after Ray Hendrix quite rightly rejected it.

In fact, I wonder what the press would make of you breaking the law by exploiting prisoners yet again.

It's not breaking the law.

-Of course, it is.

-'Fraid not.

Well...uh... So, even though it's perfectly legal, the employment deal's been terminated.

No doubt that's down to your meddling.

Well, actually, no, Mayor Firth.

It was Gloria made Olivia give that up.

Hm.

So, I suppose that gives you a motive, Mayor.

Not that you'd ever kill anyone, of course.

I suggest you release Miss Lemon and look a little closer to home, Inspector.

And if you can't do your job, I'm sure the Chief Constable will find someone who will.

(threatening music) Oh... We haven't got enough to charge Olivia with, anyway.

Let's have a cup of tea.

(dramatic music) (phone vibrating) Hello?

What's up?

Hooper released Olivia, so, I followed her.

Yeah, of course you did.

Wait, Julien's here too.

Olivia's spying on him.

But why?

-Oh!

-What?

Aunt Cora, what?

It's Dante!

Olivia's filming them.

Damn it, I can't see.

(scooter humming) Hello.

-Puzzle Lady.

-No.

-It is you!

-No, no.

Sorry.

Never heard of her.

(gasping) (horn beeping) (horn beeping) (chuckling) What the hell was that?

I'll call you.

(suspenseful music) Oh, Jesus.

(door creaks open) I had a feeling you'd show up again.

No roses this time?

Funny as ever.

Miss that.

Bit cockier now, too.

I think I like it.

Got nothing to drink?

-Nope.

-What?

No alcohol in Cora's house.

That's new.

I saw her leave, by the way.

Yeah.

So, we've got the place to ourselves for a couple of hours at least.

So, is that your plan then?

That would achieve what, exactly?

Prove that I'm still yours?

Look at you.

Big man, walking around.

Leather trousers, sports car, singing the same song over and over and over.

I left you because you're violent, but now I realize you're also just really boring.

Well, at least I'm not a frigid little four-eyes, like you.

Do you think I couldn't do any better?

No, I am sure that you could.

So, why don't you just do that and leave me alone, please.

(suspenseful music) (door shuts) (phone ringing) -Er, hi.

– ANTON: Sherry.

Yeah, it's me.

Um, guess who just paid me another visit?

-Dennis.

I'm coming over.

-No.

No, it's okay, actually, I am... I don't need you to come over.

I just... I just wanted you to know that I am fine.

I don't trust him.

You sure you're okay?

-Yeah.

-Ring me any time.

-Okay.

Bye.

-Okay.

Bye, bye.

(sniffs) (threatening music) Mr.

Pride.

How'd you get up here?

I used the stairs.

I said call me Dennis.

I've been thinking about you.

Well, I can't help you with that, and I'd like you to leave.

What's a guy gotta do to get a bit of love around here, hey?

Dennis Pride doesn't beg.

Clue's in the name, sweetheart.

-So this is how it's gonna go.

-Piss off!

Ah!

(thud) (thumping, thudding) Oh, ah!

Ah!

Ah... (gasping) (Dennis groaning) -What happened?

-(sighs) -Um... -You okay?

Yeah.

You just get rid of him, will you?

What the hell have you done, you piece of shit?

-Becky?

-Hey, Anton.

Hey.

What did he do?

Did he hurt you?

No, no.

What are you doing here?

I was following Dennis to keep an eye on him.

-Oh, okay.

-You sure you're alright?

Yeah, yeah.

I... Don't I look alright?

I mean, he's the one who, who needs help.

-(sighs) -But I'm... I'm glad that you still care.

You know I do.

SUNIL: And don't come back!

(door shuts) (kissing) Uh... No.

(sighs) (footsteps receding) (gentle music) Cora!

You look beautiful.

Oh, thank you.

I'm told I scrub up well.

-(chuckles) Uh, what can I get you?

A cocktail, perhaps?

Well, they do a marvelous blood orange mojito here.

Non-alcoholic.

Well, then we have something in common.

Two of those, please.

-Is Cora here?

-No.

(romantic music) (giggling) (gasping) (gasping) (laughter) Five...!

Five ex-husbands?

Scandalous, isn't it?

Not at all.

A life well-lived.

Hm, you're very kind, hm.

Unfortunately, my first husband wasn't.

The second was extremely kind, but mostly to other women.

The third was a compulsive gambler, sex addict and remorseless rogue.

He was my favorite.

(chuckling) The fourth slept with a revolver by his side as well as a succession of cocktail waitresses.

As for the fifth, he cleaned out my bank account and still sends me pictures of himself enjoying it.

So you see, I sure can pick 'em, hm.

Well, they're all fools.

If you were mine, I would never want to lose you.

(gentle music) Well, that's enough about me.

Tell me about you.

You said you're here in Bakerbury on business.

Yes, a conference.

I...I work in finance, but I won't bore you with that.

Um, I'm also divorced.

Uh, just married the once though.

And I have two wonderful grown-up daughters.

That's about it, really.

Nowhere near as interesting as you.

Although I do tickle the ivories a little.

Do you sing?

(soft piano music) I'd rather have a memory Than a dream For then I'd learn what heaven's all about There'd be an angel in my arms You fit right in the seat And then my heart could just keep singing out I'd rather have you near me than apart For then you'd know exactly what I mean But when I'm far away from here And long for you, sweetheart I'd rather have a memory than a dream I'd rather have a memory Than a dream (cheering & applause) (phone vibrating) (sinister music) (keypad tapping) (sinister music continues)