Cecily,
I don't know what's happened or what's upset you...
but please...
let us know that you're safe.
We are all so worried about you.
Roxy and I are at home waiting for you.
And your mum...
...and dad and Lisa.
We need to talk to you.
We want to help you.
Oh, the poor man.
It's so awful.
And if there's anyone out there...
holding Cecily against her will, please...
let her go.
It's not too late right now, but we need to know that she's safe.
Erm, Mrs McNeil was last seen in the vicinity of the hotel last Wednesday.
She may have been walking her dog, a black Labrador called Chase.
If anyone has any information about Mrs McNeil,
we would urge them
to call us on the number being shown on the screen.
All calls will be answered in confidence.
Thank you.
They're wasting their time.
You can't be sure that's true.
She's six feet underground
in the middle of a wood with a rope around her neck.
She's not going to be found.
How can you say that?
Just a guess.
Good morning, Mr Pund.
Oh, Ms. Cain, how are you?
Please, sit down.
Thank you.
I hope you slept well
and were able to put the events of yesterday behind you.
I feel very foolish.
If I'm going to be working with a detective,
then I should expect unpleasant details to be part of the job.
Not at all.
I've never allowed myself to become inured to the sight
or the description of violence.
Murder... it's not a business,
nor is it a pastime.
Your sensitivity does you credit.
Oh.
I just hope that you can find out who's responsible.
That is why we are here.
Well, if you've finished your breakfast,
the hotel manager has asked to see you.
Mr Lance Gardner.
Do you mind if I put forward an opinion, Mr Pund?
Not at all.
I don't trust him an inch.
Hmm...
We just wanted to tell you, Mr Pund--
Oh, uh, it's Pund.
Anyway we can help you.
It's awful. It's unbelievable.
Yeah, we've been running this hotel ever since she bought it.
Running it into the ground from what we hear.
I don't know who you've been talking to,
but that is an outrageous lie.
But... you had argued with Melissa James.
She made certain accusations...
Yeah, she didn't know what she was talking about.
Threatening us with an audit was completely out of order.
She planned to have your accounts examined?
Er... She had her financial advisor come down from London,
but we would have been glad to meet him.
Er... We had nothing to hide.
Well, then perhaps I could take a look.
- Well... - I worked in the accounts department
of Associated Biscuits for twelve years.
It might be helpful to understand
the financial circumstances of the hotel.
Well, you're barking up the wrong tree.
Actually, we're glad you're both here. We uh...
We have information that could help you.
Oh, please.
Yeah, Miss James had an office here,
and after she died, we found this.
It's uh, obviously a first draft.
Doesn't say who it's to.
"My darling darling...
I can't go on living this lie anymore.
I simply can't.
We have to be brave and tell the world about the love we share."
It's dated last February.
And this is her handwriting?
Most definitely.
You should've given this to Detective Inspector Chubb.
Well, we gave it to you. Er...
We thought you'd be grateful.
Oh. Right.
This is evidently not addressed to her husband.
Well, I'm no detective, Mr Pund,
but if John Spencer found out that his wife
was planning to leave him...
Well, it's obvious, isn't it?
He'd kill her.
- Miss Ryeland... - Mm.
...what a pleasure to see you again.
Don't tell me you're involved in another murder.
I uh, I'll be honest and say that
I've dined out on many occasions following our last encounter.
I'm sure you have, Mr Khan.
So, what brings you back to our neck of the woods?
Well, I've been asked to help
with the disappearance of Cecily Treherne, or MacNeil.
That's her married name.
Ah, yes, yes. I... I never met the lady myself,
but I saw the police broadcast.
So, how do you believe that you can help?
Well, there's a possibility
she knew something about a murder that happened eight years ago.
Frank Parris.
Well, of course I remember that.
Alan Conway wrote about it.
Yes, yes. It's his third book.
Atticus Pund Takes the Case.
Oh, you've read it?
Twice.
Huh.
And you met Frank Parris?
Absolutely. In this very room.
It's not an experience I'm likely to forget.
Seems a very simple matter to me, Mr Khan.
The house was left to me and my sister equally.
And unfortunately, I need my half of the house,
the money.
You say she won't be happy about selling it,
and I'm very sorry.
But I wasn't aware that happiness was prescribed by English law.
The only reason I'm here is to give you notice of my intentions.
He seemed angry, unhappy.
Probably because his business had gone bust.
But you say he had a sister
who lived here in Suffolk?
That's right, yes. The house is in Westleton,
uh, left to them by their parents years ago.
As a matter of fact, I did the conveyancing.
It's a beautiful place.
Right.
And what was the sister's name?
Joanne Webster.
I see no harm in telling you now,
she's no longer a client of mine.
And I have to say, I'm quite relieved.
Why was that?
Well, I think she inherited some of the same genes as her brother.
She was very rude, very demanding.
And she treated her husband disgracefully, Martin Webster.
I met them three or four times,
and he never got a word in edgeways.
Huh.
Westleton?
Heath House.
Mr Parris went straight there after he'd seen me.
Oh, that can't have gone well.
Well, uh... they never talked about it.
But then of course, the next day, he was dead.
Was there anything they could have done legally
to stop the sale of the house?
I'm afraid not.
Uh, Mr Parris let them live there for twenty years,
but the will was very clear.
Mr and Mrs Webster could buy him out at market price,
but if they were unable to do so,
well, they had no choice
but to put it up for sale.
Right.
Well, thank you, Mr Khan. Pleasure to see you again.
Likewise, Miss Ryeland.
How... How's your sister, by the way?
Katie?
Yes, she mentioned that you were coming to Suffolk.
You saw Katie?
Of course.
She's a client?
She has consulted me.
Nothing of uh, any importance.
Hm. She never mentioned it to me.
I doubt it even crossed her mind.
I think these need moving to shrubs and small trees.
- Right, Mrs Williams. - Thank you.
Susan!
What are you doing here?
Oh, that wasn't quite the welcome I was expecting.
Well, look, um, no, I'm just surprised.
Have you been to the house?
No, I came straight here.
Well, it's lovely to see you.
Oh, you've uh, never visited me at work before.
Well, I-- I didn't have much of a garden in Crouch End.
I suppose it's all, um, olive trees and oregano...
...now you're in Crete.
Got time for a coffee?
With you?
Of course, yeah. Come... Come through.
Thought you were busy.
Up to your eyes in murder again.
Couldn't believe it when you told me on the phone.
Thank you.
So, tell me all about Crete.
I want to hear about you and Andreas.
I'm not sure there is a me and Andreas right now.
I don't know.
Don't you like the hotel?
I don't like running it.
It's as if the whole world is having fun except me.
Oh, Sue.
No, I was so happy for you when you went out there. I...
I thought you'd finally found yourself.
You mean I was more like you?
Don't say that.
Why not?
Mm. You shouldn't compare yourself to me.
I saw Sajid Khan this morning.
Sajid Khan?
Yes, the solicitor. He said he'd seen you.
Did he?
Yeah, he said you consulted him.
Oh, of course. Erm...
Yeah, we had to fire one of the managers,
and it... it wasn't very pleasant.
An-- And he was giving us some legal advice.
All right. Mm.
Uh, well, I was just worried, that's all.
Yeah, well, he's talking out of turn,
'cause he was dealing with the centre, not me.
So I might have to have a word.
But everything is okay?
- How's Gordon? - He's fine.
Yeah, he'll be sorry to miss you.
Where is he?
New York.
Again.
But Jack's at home. In fact, he's working here.
Well, how's that happened? I thought he was at uni.
Well, he's dropped out for a year.
It's all got a bit much, so he's come back home.
But obviously there was no point in lounging around the house all day,
so I've got him a part-time job here.
Can I see him?
Of course. Oh, he'll be thrilled.
Jack, look who's here.
- Hi. - Hi, Aunt Susan.
Oh, you're not seriously gonna call me aunt, are you?
Oh, you look... look a bit sweaty.
J-- Jack's doing very well. He's really made his mark.
Yes, your mum was saying
that you've taken a year out of university.
Yeah, yeah.
Well, with everything that's happened,
there didn't seem much point, so...
Exams, all that pressure.
Well, we're very lucky to have him here.
- I have to take this back, so... - Yeah.
- Lovely to see you, Jack. - Yeah.
And I'll walk with you to your car.
Oh. So that's Jack.
Whatever happened to the little boy who used to tell jokes all the time
and wanted to be a racing driver?
Well, he grew up.
You should come and visit more often.
So, Katie, what did he mean by everything that's happened?
He had problems at university, Sue.
He was getting behind with his work.
He's never been very good under pressure.
You know, I don't want to go into it.
So when am I going to see you again?
- Whenever you like. - Mm.
We'll have to meet in Woodbridge, though,
because I've got the builders in at the moment.
Oh.
Well, they're just redecorating, but the kitchen's a disaster.
There's a very nice pub, though, down by the river.
Okay, I'll call you.
- Take care. - Yeah.
Yes, don't get yourself into any more trouble.
You should have told her.
What?
It's none of her business.
And I didn't want to.
Why not?
'Cause there's nothing she can do.
So, we're just meant to stand here and pretend everything's all right?
That's not what we're doing.
We're just trying to find a way through this.
Mum, you're so full of it, you know that?
How dare you talk to me like that?
How dare you talk to me like that here?
Got no idea.
Excuse me, but are you Martin Webster?
I am, yes. How can I help?
My name is Susan Ryeland.
This might sound strange,
but I'm here because of something that happened a long time ago,
the murder of Frank Parris.
That was, uh, a very long time ago.
Yes.
Why don't you come in?
Okay, thank you.
Hard to believe it's been almost eight years since Frank's death.
Amazing how the time flies.
You saw him the day he died?
Well, technically, Frank was killed on the Saturday
just after midnight.
We saw him the day before.
We hadn't seen him since he left London.
He emigrated to Australia?
Yes.
Set up his own agency there.
It was called Day's End,
but it didn't last very long, I'm afraid.
Gone by the day's end, you might say.
It went bust.
Was that why he wanted you to buy out his share in the house?
Who told you that?
It's hardly confidential, darling.
Yes, that's what he came here for.
And I have to say, it was a very...
memorable visit.
You can't do this to us, Frank.
We've been here all our married lives.
I'm not doing anything to you, dear.
Maybe you should be thanking me.
I let you live here,
I never asked you for a penny's rent.
Why would we have even considered paying you rent?
He could've asked.
For heaven's sake, Martin, stay out of it.
It's got nothing to do with you.
I live here too.
I am not selling this house! I am not moving!
I've already spoken to your solicitor in Framlingham.
You don't have any choice.
- Joanne. - No, Martin!
You disgust me, Frank, coming here like this.
If Mum and Dad could see you.
Oh, thank goodness they never did.
The disgusting life you led in London.
All those young men,
the parties, and all the rest of it!
Are you jealous, darling?
Just get out, Frank! Go!
I don't want to talk to you.
Then talk to Khan.
It's nice to see you haven't changed in all these years, Joanne.
You're still a cow
who makes life miserable for anyone who comes near.
Nice seeing you again, Martin.
I'll see myself out.
You weren't much help.
Would have been awful, wouldn't it, dear,
if we'd been forced to sell this place?
Yes.
Fortunately, it never came to that.
You mean he was murdered?
Exactly.
Were you at all upset by the news?
Well, of course we were.
Don't get us wrong, Susan,
no matter what else Frank Parris may have been,
he was still Joanne's brother.
What's that old saying?
Blood runs thicker than water?
And there was...
a lot of blood.
Joanne in particular was uh... was very upset when she heard the news.
Here we are.
This is, uh, very possibly
the last picture ever taken of him.
I took it out the front here.
See for yourself.
Brother and sister,
and the very best of friends.
Mr Berlin?
Yes?
My name is Atticus Pund.
I'm helping the police with their inquiries
into the death of Melissa James.
I cannot help you, Mr Pund.
I've already told the police everything I know.
I wish only to, uh, eliminate you from the investigation.
Very well.
Melissa, er, left the hotel.
We... We had not had a pleasant encounter.
I have made no secret of that.
But... that was it. I never saw her again.
She had decided not to take part in a film.
Not just a film, Mr Pund,
the film I was born to make.
Eleanor of Aquitaine,
the mother of England's greatest monarch, King Richard I.
She had agreed to play the part. I believed her.
And for the next three years, I devoted myself to this subject.
I developed a script,
I raised the finance,
I sold everything I had to make it happen.
And then, weeks before production,
she told me...
that she had changed her mind.
You must have been angry.
Angry enough to kill her?
Maybe I was.
What did you do after she left?
I was... choked up inside.
I could not breathe. I needed air, so I-- I went out.
I went for a walk. What else could I do?
Where did you walk?
On... On the beach.
The one they call Gray Sands.
It would be helpful if somebody saw you.
I wish they had, but it was late,
it was just me and the waves, Mr Pund.
There was nobody else about.
You went for a walk on Gray Sands?
Yes.
Well, forgive me for interrupting, Mr Pund,
but I think the gentleman must be mistaken.
I grew up close to here,
and it's impossible to walk on the beach after six o'clock,
certainly at this time of year.
The afternoon tide, the beach is flooded.
I'm sorry, what are you saying?
Only that you could've tried to have walked,
but you'd have got very wet.
The tide was high.
It would have been up to your neck.
Perhaps, after all, it was another beach.
Er...
On the other hand, if you do not wish
to be implicated in this crime, Mr Berlin,
it would be much better if you told us the truth.
I need some water.
- Miss Cain, hm. - Of course.
I have been stupid.
To lie to the police is always unwise.
I didn't have anything useful to tell them,
I just did not wish to be involved.
But you are involved, and now you must tell us everything.
- Here. - Thank you.
All right.
I went to her house, to Clarence Keep.
What time was this?
Five past six.
Twenty-three minutes before she called Dr Collins.
What did you hope to achieve?
I thought I might be able to persuade her
to think again about the film.
Did you see her?
No.
I parked close by.
I did not want her to see me arrive.
I went up to the front door,
but before I could knock,
I heard the sound of a terrible argument.
I want you out of my house by the end of the week.
Please, Miss James.
I have had enough, Mrs Chandler.
I warned you. I may very well contact the police.
Oh, please.
The hotel was crooked,
and if I hadn't have seen it with my own eyes,
I wouldn't have believed it.
Please don't. It will kill me.
Oh, just go, you and Eric. By the end of the week.
It was clearly not the best time to approach her,
so I... I thought I would wait until the next day.
But of course, there was no next day.
It was foolish of me, madness, to go at all.
She was talking to her housekeeper?
Yes.
But Mrs Chandler, she had nothing to do with the running of the hotel.
I can only tell you what I heard, Mr Pund.
Ask her. She will tell you the truth.
Melissa definitely said the hotel was crooked.
"Crooked"? Hm.
- Miss Cain... - Mm-hmm?
...you never mentioned that you knew this part of the world.
Well, I've never been here before in my life, Mr Pund.
I'm afraid I made it up,
all that business about Gray Sands.
I could see that he was fibbing,
and I thought I might be able to flush him out.
You're a remarkable person.
You two ready, then?
Oh, at your disposal, Detective Inspector.
Right. Let's go.
Miss Ryland.
Joanne.
There's something I want you to understand.
Whatever Martin may have said just now,
we didn't want to see Frank.
And we don't want to see you again either.
I'm sorry?
This has got nothing to do with us.
And it's got nothing to do with you.
So, just get lost and leave us alone!
Why does everything have to be so bloody complicated?
The investigation?
Or your personal life?
Both.
I can only help with one of those.
Yes, I... I know.
Oh, God.
I haven't smoked for six months.
I've been so good.
I'm not going to find Cecily, am I?
I don't know what I'm doing, that's the problem.
I don't even know where to start.
But you've already started.
You've met the protagonists. You ask questions.
Yes, but the questions just lead to more questions,
and nobody's giving me any answers.
Let me give you some advice, Susan.
Murder has a pattern.
To begin with, you may see only violence and chaos,
but the pattern, eh, it's always there.
Well, uh...
I've got a murder that happened eight years ago,
the wrong man arrested,
the real killer hidden inside a work of fiction,
which has little or nothing to do with real life,
and now, the disappearance,
and possibly the murder, of Cecily Treherne.
Where's the pattern in all of that?
Forgive me, but do you not perhaps need to approach all of this
in a more orderly manner?
Go on. Tell me.
You... You look here, you look there...
...you... you... you look in every direction.
But it would be so much easier
if you take it one step at a time.
That's really helpful, thank you.
Four simple questions.
- That's all it comes down to. - Hmm.
Who? Why? What?
And... And where?
Go on.
Who killed Frank Parris?
It wasn't Stefan Leonida, I'm sure of that.
Good.
One step forward already.
- Yes. - Mm.
Right. So, the next question is, why was he killed?
Why indeed? He was a stranger to the country.
He was visiting his sister, his brother-in-law.
Because he wanted them to sell the house.
But all of that happened outside of the hotel.
Alan Conway didn't even meet them.
So, then what?
What did he put in his book?
And finally?
Where is Cecily Treherne?
That's what you have to discover. That's why you're here.
But I... I fear that...
for you, this is the most difficult question of all.
Because I'm afraid of the answer.
Yes, of course.
Thank you.
I do what I can.
Erm, m-- may I give you one other piece of advice?
Of course.
You should really stop smoking.
Uh--
You're not real, are you?
You're just my guilty conscience.
Always a pleasure to see you, Susan.
Two, three. Yeah, come back up.
Yeah, one more. Down.
Two... three. Hold it.
And gently back up.
All right, well done.
Take a one-minute rest. Grab some water.
What is it?
Susan Ryland.
- Your friend from Crete? - Oh, she's no friend of mine.
Hm, can believe that.
Have you spoken to her?
We exchanged a few words.
What did you tell her?
Told her she was wasting her time.
Is that all?
Said it was a wild goose chase,
that Cecily is probably dead.
That's what you think, isn't it?
I don't know what I think.
Course, I could've told her a lot more.
You don't know anything.
I know how you and your parents were treating Stefan.
I know how much you were paying him for a start.
Maybe I should put in for a pay rise myself,
for keeping my mouth shut about what goes on around here.
Do you think anyone else would employ you, Liam?
The only reason you've stayed here so long
is because you've got nowhere else to go.
You're not the only one keeping your mouth shut.
Down on the mat, Lisa.
Press ups.
Give me ten.
One. Two. Three.
I saw the broadcast this morning. Is there any news?
Uh... the usual flurry of reports, nothing concrete.
I worry how much longer the police can keep search--
They'll find her.
Yes, of course they will.
I keep thinking about her on her wedding day here
in this hotel all those years ago.
She was so happy, so... radiant.
N... Nervous.
Yeah, that too.
She couldn't sleep, worrying about all the arrangements.
And in the end, I got her pills,
but she didn't take them.
Why was she so worried?
Cecily's a perfectionist.
As far as she was concerned, nothing could go wrong.
You remember that horoscope?
Oh, God, yes.
It was in the newspaper the day of the wedding.
It... it said there were going to be ups and downs.
She believed that?
Oh, absolutely, yeah. She read it every day.
And it was true. Flowers didn't show up.
Then there was that business with the pen.
Yeah, that was Stefan again.
Or at least, that's what we all believed.
What happened?
A fountain pen of mine went missing the day before the wedding.
Erm, quite an expensive one.
I'd lent it to Cecily.
Why?
Good luck.
It was something old, something new...
- ...something borrowed... - Oh, yeah.
Stefan took it.
I'm sorry, why would Stefan steal a fountain pen?
I've no idea.
Ask Aidan.
He saw him.
The pen?
Why are you even asking about that?
Lawrence mentioned it.
I don't know.
It was there on the side.
Stefan came in with a whole pile of cards and presents
and after he'd gone it wasn't there anymore.
I never accused him, if that's what you mean.
I never thought for a minute that he'd taken it.
Anyway, what does it matter?
Cecily just borrowed something from Lisa and that was that.
That was the end of it.
She never mentioned it again.
Thank you.
Where's Roxana?
At school.
- This must be very hard on her. - Yeah.
They keep telling her that
Mummy will be coming back.
You have no idea what it's like to feel so powerless.
You just have to sit there waiting.
The police will find her.
It's easy enough to say, isn't it?
It's been eight days now.
Have you found anything?
- Anything at all? - Not yet.
Is it true
that Lawrence is paying you ten thousand pounds to come here
and just read the book,
the book that you published?
Who told you that?
Lisa.
Well, I hope I'm doing more than that.
Like what?
Well, um, I'm going to London tomorrow.
I'm hoping to speak to Stefan Leonida.
He's in jail in Norfolk.
I have a friend who works with the prison service,
the writer, Craig Andrews.
I'm hoping that he can arrange a visit for me,
and I'm going to see James Taylor.
Who's James Taylor?
He was Alan's partner.
He kept all of Alan's notes and diaries,
and he may be able to give me some idea
of what Alan was thinking when he came here.
That's worth ten thousand pounds, is it?
Aidan, it's not just about the money.
See, that's not what Lisa said.
I am trying to help.
Well, and the pen's got something to do with it, does it?
I don't know.
Cecily is out there.
Cecily is in trouble, and that is all that matters.
Finding her.
Let me know if there's any news.
Of course.
Good luck.
Mr Marsh.
Yes?
I wonder if we might have a word.
If you're looking for my brother-in-law, he's with a patient.
Well, we're not here to see Doctor Collins, sir.
We want to talk to you.
When was the last time you saw Melissa James?
I'm sure you already know the answer to that.
I saw her on the evening of her death.
She had requested a meeting.
Exactly.
Yes, she was worried about the hotel, its finances.
I was her advisor.
Oh, you advised her,
I believe, to invest 55 thousand pounds in a company
called Day's End Holdings. Is-- Is that correct?
Yes.
Although, I'd be very interested to know where you got that figure.
Her bank manager.
What is the business of Day's End Holdings, Mr Marsh?
It's building villas in the south of France.
A place called Cap Ferrat.
It's a very, very up-and-coming area.
And, um...
how many villas has it built?
Ah, well, uh,
it's not quite as simple as all that.
Oh, I'd say it's very simple.
None at all?
These things do take time.
Had you informed Miss James
that you were the proprietor of the company,
that it in fact belonged to you?
Uh, I'm sure she was aware of it.
Meaning no.
Are you aware of The Larceny Act of 1916, Section 32,
prohibiting the obtaining of money under false pretences
with the intention to defraud, Mr Marsh.
I didn't defraud anybody.
And I didn't kill Melissa, if that's what you think.
She and I had worked together for a long time...
...and we had a close relationship.
A very, very close relationship.
She trusted me.
Where did you go after you saw her?
I had a drink at the pub.
Uh, several drinks.
Well, I imagine someone will have seen you.
Well, I'm sure that you'll ask.
It's a Ponzi scheme, isn't it?
- Day's End Holdings? - Mm.
Investors put money into a business
which is only used to bring other investors in.
It only takes one of them to pull out and the whole thing collapses.
But Mr Marsh has suggested that he and Miss James
were more than business partners.
"My darling, darling, we have to tell the world."
He's not an unattractive man.
It's possible.
I've decided to stay with my sister.
When?
Haven't you got anything better to do
than sit there reading that stupid comic?
We're gonna have to leave here.
You heard what Miss James said.
But sh... she-- she's not here anymore.
She knew.
And there's no saying who she'll have told.
Anyway, Mr Spencer won't keep the house now.
We've got no place here.
Where will I go?
That's your problem.
It's the police.
Oh. Uh--
Good morning, sir.
I'm afraid Mr Spencer is not in the house.
Actually, Mrs Chandler, it's...
you we've come to see.
Um, can we come in?
Yes, sir.
Mm.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to come clean with us, Mrs Chandler.
I don't know what you mean, sir.
On the night of her death,
you had an argument with Melissa James.
I would never argue with my employer, sir.
She fired you, are you gonna deny it?
She also threatened you with the police.
She accused us of theft.
She had completely the wrong end of the stick,
we hadn't taken anything.
And yet Miss James told her physician, Dr Collins,
that items were being taken from her room.
Uh... It's... It's not true.
She also believed that she was being watched.
She said, and these were her exact words,
the "the hotel was crooked."
The managers was stealing from her.
Everyone knew that.
Hmm. Yes,
but it is possible she was referring to something else.
If you don't mind, I would like to look upstairs.
The picture of the hotel was crooked.
That's what Melissa James had seen.
She said she saw it with her own eyes.
What the...
She was indeed being watched, was she not, Eric?
An eyehole concealed in the wall.
I noticed it the moment I entered the bedroom.
- You knew of this? - No.
- I'm so ashamed. - Uh, Mother...
I never wanted you,
not from the day you was born!
And you never let me forget it.
His father died in the first war and left me alone with him.
And his father was everything he wasn't,
he's nothing to me.
Will you stop it?
I don't think we should discuss this here.
I didn't mean anything by it.
Miss James was so lovely.
She was like an angel.
I... I just wanted to look at her.
You removed personal items from her room?
A stocking.
One of her scarves.
I... I liked to think that she was my friend.
Uh...
She was close t-- to me.
And when she discovered the truth,
when she threatened you with arrest,
what did you do?
Well, I... I did nothing.
Oh, I-- I would-- I would never hurt her.
I... I didn't-- I didn't touch her.
I wonder what he did.
Who?
Derek Endicott, he's the night manager here.
Alan Conway turned him into this really pathetic, sad character.
You're still reading the book?
Oh, I hate reading it. It reminds me of working with Alan.
How's the investigation?
Don't even ask.
I mean, Aiden, Lisa, Liam,
Martin Webster and his horrible wife.
Even Derek, I... I keep looking at them and I ask,
"Could you have killed someone?
Frank Parris? Cecily? I mean, do you have that in you?"
I don't like you being there on your own.
Well, then, why don't you come over and join me?
Every morning I wake up
and I think I'm gonna find you lying next to me.
I sometimes think FaceTime's the worst invention ever made.
At least it allows us to see each other.
Mm.
Do you miss me?
Do you even have to ask?
Oh, sell the bloody hotel.
We could live in Crete, and just do something else.
Like what?
Oh, I don't know. Um,
we could become shepherds.
Grow olive trees. Anything.
Oh, I've got to go.
I've... I've got to be up first thing and drive to London in the morning.
I've got an interview.
For a job?
It's an independent publishing company and I know the CEO.
Good luck.
Do you mean that?
I only want what's best for you.
- I know, but... - I've got to go.
Oh.
Right, thank you very much.
Oh.
Going somewhere, Miss Ryeland?
Detective Superintendent Locke.
I thought we were on first name terms by now.
We're not on any terms at all. I want a word.
I couldn't believe it when they told me you were back again.
Nosing around in police business.
I'm here because I've been asked to help.
Help what? Find Cecily Treherne?
Do you know how many people I've got out there searching the woods,
digging up half the countryside?
So, what, you think she's dead?
I didn't say that!
But this isn't one of your cosy crime novels, Miss Ryeland.
This is a matter of life and death.
Which happens to be a very accurate description
of a crime novel, Detective Superintendent.
But you know perfectly well that Cecily read
one of the Atticus Pund novels
- just before she disappeared. - What?
And you still believe that there was something hidden in it?
- Some sort of clue? - And you don't?
I've read Atticus Pund Takes the Case.
I had to force my way through all 300 pages of it,
it's rubbish!
Hollywood actress strangled in some village that didn't even exist.
It's got absolutely nothing to do with what happened here.
Except that everyone is in it, including you.
You've never forgiven Alan Conway for doing that, have you?
Alan Conway's dead and buried.
He came here, he knew something.
Well, if he knew something, he should have gone to the police.
Well, yes, on that, I agree with you.
But the fact remains, he realised
that you'd arrested the wrong person
and Cecily believed it too.
Now, you listen to me.
I investigated the murder of Frank Parris
and the evidence against Stefan Leonida was overwhelming.
He pleaded guilty. He confessed.
I want to see him.
Well, that's not going to happen.
Leonida killed Parris for the money
that he needed to feed his gambling habit.
- It was as simple as that. - What?
One hundred and fifty pounds?
He was a career criminal.
We have plenty of these Romanian gangsters operating out of Ipswich.
Begging, burglary, uh, violent assaults, prostitution.
- These aren't nice people... - Yeah.
- ...let me assure you. - No, of course!
He was Romanian, so he must be guilty then.
I think you should be very careful what you say to me.
You're leaving Suffolk, is that right?
Yes, I'm on my way to London.
Not far enough.
Let me give you a warning.
You can take whatever money the Trehernes
are stupid enough to pay you,
and get the hell out of here.
But if I see you again,
I will arrest you.
- Oh, on what grounds? - Obstruction.
Interfering with the police investigation.
False representation, fraud, I don't care!
You have got no place here,
and I'm ordering you to leave!
So, Detective Superintendent,
what do you think's happened to Cecily?
Well, I'm keeping an open mind.
But I'll tell you one thing, it wasn't.
It wasn't somebody named in some stupid murder mystery story
written eight years ago.
So, get in your car,
get out of here, and don't come back.