(gentle folk music) (birds chirping) ♪ My father was a hardworking man ♪ ♪ But my mama tried to leave that man ♪ ♪ Well, I don't wanna be a hardworking man like my dad ♪ ♪ Now these folks, well, they're just like sand ♪ ♪ Because it's all so hard for them to understand ♪ ♪ I don't wanna be a hardworking man like my dad ♪ ♪ Let me be the natural man ♪ - Laurence!

Clearing the hall is more pressing!

- Your wish is my command, Mother.

- Oh, and, Bill, can you water the roses for the bridal table now, before the day warms?

- Yes, Mrs. Osborn.

That's good, that's good.

(birds chirping) Yeah.

Yeah.

(suspenseful music) (intense music) (upbeat music) (gentle music) - 304.

Got it.

Steed.

Murder near Hartford.

You're on it.

- Hartford?

- Yeah, you grew up out that way, didn't you?

Someone stabbed a farmhand.

Off you go and good riddance.

- Ah, pardon?

- Well, you've been a bear with a headache last couple of days.

- Has anyone complained about my work?

- Not yet.

- Then I'm fine.

- James?

Oh, he's fine.

Better than fine.

Business as per.

- Oh, I'm very glad to hear that.

Come on, have some sambal.

- Are you sure, Peregrine?

You did give him back the engagement ring.

Amore mio?

- Sweetheart.

And to a man like James, a yes is a yes and a no a no.

I'm surprised he's so understanding.

- Well, he is.

That is, he will be.

I'm sure he'll be completely fine.

Once I've explained myself to him a bit better.

- Just tell him how you feel.

- [Samuel] And the rest will follow.

- Oh, give me strength.

- Hello, may I please speak to Detective Steed?

- He's not available.

- Oh.

- [Officer] He's been sent out to Hartford.

- Where is that?

♪ One day soon you'll have a date ♪ ♪ And you'll take her home that night ♪ ♪ Then you'll find you'll wonder ♪ ♪ Would a kiss be right ♪ ♪ The more you look, the more you find ♪ ♪ Those doubts will fill your head ♪ ♪ But think real hard and you might recall ♪ (horn honking) ♪ What your old dad said ♪ ♪ He said that girls, girls, girls were made to love ♪ ♪ Girls, girls, girls were made to love ♪ ♪ That's why you watch them walk down the street ♪ ♪ That's why their kisses taste awful sweet ♪ ♪ 'Cause girls, girls, girls are made to love ♪ ♪ Then you'll meet that special girl ♪ ♪ Who'll sweet you off your feet ♪ ♪ You'll want to say you love her ♪ ♪ But you'll find it hard to speak ♪ ♪ This is a time when you'll find ♪ - What a coincidence.

- Mm, my thoughts exactly.

Well, now that we've happened upon each other- - Happened?

- There's more we should talk about.

- No, I don't think that there is.

Besides, I'm on a job.

- [Peregrine] Ooh, what's the job?

- Peregrine, this is not the time or- - Jim, mate, I'm glad they sent you.

- Hey, Laurence, how're you going?

- Son.

- Dad.

- Oh.

- Who's the young lady?

- Ah, this... Well, this, this is, um- - Peregrine Fisher, Private Detective.

I work with Detective Steed.

(gentle music) Do you know him?

- Eddie Johnson.

Who saw him last?

- I haven't since last night when we finished the drenching.

- Eddie worked here?

- Lived.

He was born and grew up here, too.

- Right.

- [Bill] This'll put a damper on tomorrow's wedding.

- Who's the happy couple?

- [Bill] Ah, Mr. Laurence's sister, Miss Victoria, and Mr. Ian Carruthers.

He's from the next-door property.

- [Ian] Gidday, Steedy.

Look at you.

Important man now.

- Gidday, Ian.

- Suppose you'll be wanting to interview me.

Take my statement.

- I'm gonna start with Laurence.

- Well, soon as you can.

Day before my wedding.

Bloody inconsiderate.

- Murder's generally considered the fault of the killer, not the victim.

- Lady detectives.

What will they think of next?

(dramatic music) (camera shutter clicking) (dramatic music continues) - [Samuel] Io, Europa... (phone ringing) Ganymede.

- It's the telephone.

- You know this.

- Callisto!

Huzzah!

- It's the phone.

(phone ringing continues) - Now you.

- Okay, okay.

- Moons of Saturn.

- Mimas.

- Mmhmm.

- Dione.

- Nauseating Love Nest.

I mean, the Adventuresses' Club.

- Birdie, it's me.

- Oh, Peregrine.

Oh, tell me something interesting, please.

- Um, well, there's been a murder.

- Oh, oh!

You attract them like your aunt.

- Well, some things run in families.

Birdie, can you do me a favor?

- Oh, anything.

Oh, please.

Please.

(upbeat music) - Then I remembered that we needed wood, so Bill and I set to it.

- You and he were together the whole time?

- From 6:30 until Mother asked him to water the roses, and he found Eddie.

- Did Eddie have any enemies?

- You knew Eddie, Jim.

Everyone liked him.

He's been a part of this place my whole life.

Remember climbing the apricot?

- Yeah, you sat on the lower branches and pegged ripe fruit at Eddie and me.

- Father always said I had no head for farming and even less for heights.

- (chuckles) But not a bad arm.

Can't believe he's gone.

- Mate, if we're done, Mother's got a list of chores a mile long.

- Yeah, thank you.

Oh, mate, Eddie had bruises on his face.

- Yes.

He said he fell off his bike.

(feet tapping) (gentle music) - So you grew up in this property.

Another fact I now know about you.

I'm so sorry for your loss, James.

It sounds like Eddie was a good friend.

- Peregrine, what did you mean by saying that we work together?

- Well, "we" is you and I, and "work" is this murder.

- Oh, James, you wanted to see me?

I'll organize tea.

- No, that won't be necessary.

Look, Peregrine, back in Melbourne later, we can- - Oh, it would be rude to leave now.

Mrs. Osborn is serving tea.

So I had a look at Eddie's body.

The blood isn't dry, so he's only been dead a few hours.

And those bruises on his face, how did he get those?

- Laurence said that he fell off his bike.

- His hands weren't scraped.

Wouldn't he have put them out to break his fall?

- [James] (chuckles) Mrs. Osborn.

- [Henrietta] Tea for two.

- When did you last see Eddie?

- Ah, last night.

I asked him to cycle over to the church first thing to deliver the tulle for the pews.

- Tulle?

- [Peregrine] Floaty material.

Very matrimonial.

- And did Eddie deliver the tulle?

- Well, as the parcel's no longer where I left it, I assume so.

- What were you doing this morning?

- I was embroidering the last of the wedding napkins in the parlor.

- Alone?

- I didn't realize it was common for young ladies to do detective work.

- Oh, it isn't, but I'm not common.

- A matter of opinion, perhaps.

- Mrs. Osborn?

I can't believe it.

Eddie, murdered.

- (chuckles) Hello, Sally.

- Jim.

(Sally and Jim laughing) Are you here to- - Oh, run the investigation, yes.

- Oh, Sally Whedon, the groom's sister.

- Peregrine Fisher.

I'm- - Ah, Ms. Fisher is a private detective.

She's assisting me.

- A private detective.

What an interesting life you must lead.

- Well, it has its moments.

(mid-tempo music) Well, I will just go and look for clues.

(gentle music) Do you need a hand?

- Oh, I'd appreciate that, Ms. Fisher.

- Peregrine, please.

So James and Eddie grew up together, did they?

- Oh, well, Eddie was a couple of years older than Jimmy and Mr. Laurence, but they're all friends.

- What about the Carruthers, Ian and Sally?

- Yeah.

Yeah, they were a little gang.

Until the Carruthers and the Osborns, they went away to boarding school, leaving Eddie and James here on the farm together.

And no one saw a lot of Miss Sally after she went away, and she got married.

- Oh.

- But she's widowed now, so she's home again.

- Mm.

(unsettling music) - How do you know my Jimmy?

- Oh, just through work and things.

(doorbell ringing) - Yeah, no rest for the wicked.

Thanks for your help.

- My pleasure.

(mid-tempo music) (Peregrine gasps) (upbeat music) - Congratulations.

You and Ian.

This must be very distressing.

- It's hard for you, too, Jim.

Who would do such a thing?

- When did you last see Eddie?

- Yesterday afternoon.

Or the morning.

I, I saw him all the time.

- What about this morning?

- I was in my room.

I was practicing my bridal waltz.

I want it to be perfect.

- Who with?

- Alone.

And then your father started shouting and everyone started trampling all over the lawn.

- Do you have any idea why someone would want to hurt Eddie?

- No.

I always found Eddie pleasant.

And you know how Laurence relied on him for the farm.

- Yes, he- - A word?

- Thank you.

- I know how we can figure out if Eddie made it to the church.

- Peregrine, there is no we.

- Okay then, it will help us establish time of death.

- Wait, well, what about time of death?

- Well, your father found Eddie's body at 7:30.

Mrs. Osborn said she told Eddie to take the tulle to the church first thing, so when did he get back here?

- No one admits to seeing him.

- Going to the church and back will help us establish if Eddie actually went there and the timeframe for the murder.

- Well, we'll have to test it.

- I knew we were a we.

It's a good thing I'm wearing trousers.

Oh, anything on the knife?

- No, it's either wiped clean or the killer wore gloves.

- I suspect this goes with it.

You might want to ask Ian what the C stands for.

Ian Carruthers, isn't it?

(mid-tempo music) (upbeat music) (water sloshes) Good morning.

- Oh, dear.

I see our resident puddle has claimed another casualty.

- I'll send you the cleaning bill.

(chuckles) I'm joking.

Reverend, I'm a private detective.

I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about Eddie Johnson.

- Yeah, poor soul.

I, I saw him only this morning when he delivered all that tulle.

- Bad news travels fast.

Do you remember what time you saw him?

- Well, 6:00 a.m.

I was just coming to prepare for morning prayers.

I heard a thump on the step there, and by the time I came out, Eddie was off on his bike again.

That Mrs. Osborn certainly works him hard.

- Right.

Was Eddie somebody who made enemies?

- No, he was a lovely lad.

Humble origins, of course, but one of nature's gentlemen.

And a born farmer.

I hear young Jim Steed is the policeman in charge of all this.

- That's right.

- Another lovely lad.

Much missed when he moved to the big smoke.

If only we could lure him back with a sweet country girl.

- Hm.

(upbeat music) (engine roaring) (siren wailing) - Mate, I was going 60, so you must've been clocking... - Well, how fast was I going?

- At least 75.

- 75?

Is that all?

- Tune the carburetor and you'll hit 90.

- Really?

Well, I like a man who knows his engines.

(mid-tempo music) - [Henrietta] Eddie's quarters are the last door on your right.

(somber music) (somber music continues) (James chuckles) (James clears throat) (suspenseful music) (door clicks) - Must have been a bit hard on Eddie and his mum.

Everyone looking down their noses.

At least Mr. Osborn never turned them out.

- Mm.

Do you know when he got those bruises?

- Oh, couldn't be sure.

A few days ago.

That, ah... That Ms. Fisher, she's a bit of a lively lass.

- Mm.

- And a detective, too.

Very unusual.

- Mm.

You and Laurence were chopping wood from 6:30 to 7:30?

- That's right, yep.

You once told me that the young lady you were planning on popping the question to was the unconventional type.

A bit like Ms. Fisher, I imagine.

- Well, there's no flies on you, Dad.

- Haha!

- Um... (heartfelt music) (sighs) You can... You can put Mum's ring away.

- Oh.

Ah, well, plenty more fish in the sea, son.

- [James] Was Eddie going on holiday?

- Not that I heard.

(suspenseful music) - Well, looks like he was off somewhere.

Um, had he had any trouble on the farm?

- Oh, look, I don't like to talk about things not meant for other people's ears.

- Dad, I'm investigating a murder.

- Well, I did hear Eddie have a bit of a set-to in the yard the other day with somebody.

- Who with?

- Ian Carruthers.

- Can't get used to it, Steedy.

You, a proper policeman.

What a laugh.

- Take a seat, Ian.

When'd you last see Eddie?

- Yesterday afternoon.

Told him to stop lazing about and get on with mowing the lawn.

- I'm sure you did.

What time did you get here this morning?

- About 6:30.

I was just getting the place ship-shape for the big day.

- What, by yourself?

- Laurence and your dad were about.

- But at times you were by yourself.

- At times, I suppose.

- Never liked Eddie, did you?

- What's to like?

He was a laborer.

- A few days ago, you and he were heard arguing.

What was that about?

- Nothing.

(unsettling music) We'd been fixing the fence on the border paddock, the one the two farms share.

- [James] Mm.

- Eddie made a hash of it, so I told him so.

- A hash of it?

Eddie?

- That's what I said.

- So do you recognize this?

- It's mine.

My family's.

Knife's here to cut the wedding cake.

- Oh.

Well, someone used it to stab Eddie.

- And you think it was me?

That knife, Steed, is 150 years old.

Came from England with my great-grandfather.

Handle's from a stag shot on the Carruthers family estate in the New Forest.

As if I'd sully my family's heirloom with the blood of a working-class bastard.

- Eddie had bruises on his face.

Someone had been giving him good working over.

- So?

- So show me your hands, Ian.

Show me your hands.

(unsettling music) - I told you, I've been fencing.

- Fencing.

Sure.

(unsettling music) (upbeat music) (motorcycle humming) (upbeat music continues) - [Peregrine] Birdie.

That was fast.

- Oh, not as fast as I could be, apparently.

- If Samuel could print these quite quickly.

- Yes, of course.

How are things?

- Ah, well, a bit muddy.

But nothing like work to get the blood going, is there?

- That's the ticket.

And James?

- We haven't really had a chance to talk.

He grew up here with his dad.

- Landed gentry?

- Servants' quarters.

- Oh.

- I never knew any of this.

Well, that film won't process itself.

- No.

- Go on.

(Peregrine sighs) - (clears throat) Tell me that wasn't Birdie.

- Okay, it wasn't Birdie.

And I wasn't giving her my crime scene film, which isn't because Samuel will process it 10 times faster than your lot.

- Peregrine, this is police business.

You do not need to be here.

- Maybe I have some unfinished business with a certain policeman.

The Reverend saw Eddie at 6:00 a.m.

It's a 30-minute ride each way, so that means the murder must have happened between 6:30, when he got back from the church, and 7:30, when his body was found.

- Which rules out my father and Laurence.

They were chopping wood together.

But three people were alone for all or some at that hour.

Mrs. Osborn, Victoria, and Ian.

- Sally could have popped by from next door and stabbed Eddie.

- I checked.

Sally and the Carruthers cook were decorating the wedding cake all morning.

- Well, since we're at an impasse, James, what I meant when I said that I- - Yes.

Thank you, Peregrine, I think I can manage from here.

Oh, and travel safe back to, ah, Melbourne.

- [Sally] Melbourne?

- [James] Yes.

- You can't send Ms. Fisher back so muddy.

- I have some spare clothes I brought with me.

- Oh, that's very kind, Sally.

Thank you.

(upbeat music) (feet shuffling) - I'm maid of honor.

I'm staying over to help Victoria.

- Oh, I love a wedding.

- Will this suit?

- It's lovely.

Thank you.

- I imagine Jim's a nice boss.

- Oh, he's not my boss.

He and I, we're on an equal footing.

- That's so modern.

- I hope that Eddie's murder hasn't upset the bride too much.

- Oh, not too much.

Victoria's a very calm person.

(Victoria screams) - How could she?

She's ruined my wedding!

- The wretched hairdresser.

She's hysterical.

She's refusing to come out because of this morning's incident.

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, how the chattering classes love to chatter.

As if people don't die all the time.

- Perhaps we can find another hairdresser.

- Where are we going to find another one at this late hour?

- I'm a hairdresser.

(mid-tempo music) - So how'd I do this time?

- Topped 90, I reckon.

- Oh, your advice paid off.

- Glad I could be of assistance.

Now, anything else I can do for you?

- Well, maybe.

I believe you have my address.

(upbeat music) - Something like that?

- Perfect.

- So where are you honeymooning?

- Manly.

Ian wants to go to the beach.

- Ooh.

Just needs a bit of hairspray.

- Just over there somewhere.

- And I suppose when you marry, the Osborn and Carruthers family farms will merge?

- My brother might object.

He only just inherited the farm from our father.

- Oh, you didn't want it?

- Want it?

Whatever do you mean?

- Laurence inherited the family farm, just as when our father passes away, Ian will inherit ours.

- But what about the girls?

What do you get?

- We get married.

(Sally and Victoria chuckling) - [Peregrine] Oh.

- Do you like it?

- It's perfect.

- [Victoria] It feels so unusual to have it up.

But I think for my wedding day, it's good to do something a bit more special.

And it'll be such a surprise for Ian.

- You're still here.

- You're looking at Victoria's new hairdresser.

Lucky I'm a woman of many talents.

I found these in her wastepaper basket.

Why would she have booked two tickets to London on the same day that her and Ian are meant to be going to Manly?

- Maybe they weren't booked for Victoria and Ian.

Maybe they were booked for Victoria and Eddie.

- An affair?

- If Eddie and Victoria are planning to run away to London, Eddie would need a passport and money.

And I found those in Eddie's room.

But if Eddie broke it off, I mean, perhaps Victoria... - Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.

Well, she certainly likes to get her own way.

Why didn't you tell me about these earlier?

- Earlier, when you were supposed to be leaving?

Yes, that certainly would've sent you on your way.

- Well, it's a good thing I stayed, because now we have a suspect and motive.

- You know, what if Ian found out about Eddie and Victoria?

- You really don't like him, do you?

- Oh, he bullied Eddie all the way through primary school and me too, until I got bigger than him.

- That doesn't make him a murderer.

- The murder weapon belonged to him.

And he's got split knuckles, and Eddie had bruises on his face.

It sounds like someone was angry.

Your knuckles, Ian.

Have another think about how you split them.

- Who do you think you are?

- I know you hated Eddie.

I know you bashed him.

Now I'm thinking that you killed him.

- I never touched him.

- Police love it when murder suspects lie.

- Okay, all right, yes.

I saw that grubby little oik making eyes at my fiancee, so I taught him a lesson and the coward didn't even fight back.

It was just a thrashing.

I didn't kill him.

- I could arrest you right now for assault and giving false evidence.

- Think you've made yourself, don't you, Steed?

With your badge and your gun.

But you're still just the jumped-up sprog of a useless farmhand.

(suspenseful music) - Whereas you, Ian, you're all class.

(stern music) (James panting) - Are you okay?

If Ian bashed Eddie, he'd already taught him the lesson.

Why kill him?

I don't think he knew about their London plans.

- You don't think?

Peregrine, I know Ian.

I grew up with him.

Rejected, he would lash out.

- That's a feeling, not evidence.

- I have pretty good evidence what it feels like to be rejected.

(heartfelt music) - James, I still want us.

We were... We are... We are great.

Can't we go back to how things were before?

- Before when, when you didn't wanna marry me?

- That doesn't mean that I don't- - [Laurence] Jim.

Your dad's big toe has more class than Ian.

- We weren't raised to be like that.

- No, please, neither of you need to apologize.

But thank you.

Thanks, Sally.

I never got a chance to say how sorry I was about your husband.

- Thank you.

That's very kind of you.

Tomorrow, would you like to come?

- Ian changed his mind about me fast.

- Ian's not asking you.

I am.

- Oh, well, in that case, I'd love to.

(Sally chuckles) (Peregrine sighs) (mid-tempo music) (wind rustling) - Ah, here are the photos.

We've done what we can, but Peregrine will need eagle eyes to spot anything.

- How did she seem yesterday?

- Birdie.

- Like a sensible woman.

She's keeping busy.

Do you need a ride?

- No, thanks.

I've seen the way you drive.

- Thought you liked taking risks.

(upbeat music) (sheep bleating) (cows lowing) - Easy go.

(mid-tempo music) (wood clattering) - You're losing your touch, Dad.

Looks like blind possum chopped that.

- Oh, look at him, will you, eh?

Few years in the city, thinks he knows everything.

Mr. Laurence cut that yesterday, you clod.

(motorcycle humming) - [Bill] You gotta take it out again.

- Yeah, all right, I'm getting to it.

- Ooh, policemen.

Ooh, they're irresistible, aren't they?

Here are your photographs.

I also bought you some clothes that don't make you look like a Kewpie doll.

- Oh, ta.

- Now, is there anything else you need me to do?

- Well, can you find me a suspect who's got a motive for murder?

- Well, I'm sure you and Mr. Lumberjack there will work it out between you.

- Oh, these dreadful bags.

- [Peregrine] You sure you're all right?

- (sighs) Just cover my birthmark, please.

On the back of my neck.

- Oh, it's tiny.

- It's ugly.

I almost never wear my hair up.

Pass her the foundation, Sally.

- Thank you.

(unsettling music) (mid-tempo music) Oh, excuse me.

- [Samuel] Ah, she says it's definitely not blood.

- It's a capillary malformation of some kind.

- She says it's a capillary malformation of some kind.

- A birthmark, commonly known as a port-wine stain.

Very rare.

- She says it's a birthmark, commonly known as a port-wine stain.

She says Victoria has an almost identical mark on her neck.

Could that be a coincidence?

- No.

- What if they were brother and sister?

Eddie and Victoria?

- What?

- This mark on his shoulder.

I thought it was dried blood, but it's a birthmark.

Victoria has an almost identical one on her neck.

- That doesn't mean that they're siblings.

- Violetta said that this birthmark is incredibly rare and often runs in families.

It's more than likely that Eddie and Victoria had one parent in common.

- Eddie's mum, she never said who Eddie's father was.

But Mr. Osborn, he always made sure that they had somewhere to live and that Eddie went to school.

Even got him birthday presents.

- Like a father.

- You know, Eddie couldn't have known.

I mean, he... God, he would never have with Victoria.

- I don't think he had any idea until two days ago, when somehow he found out and he broke it off with Victoria without telling her why.

- You know what?

He was protecting her.

But if someone else knew- - Maybe Ian didn't murder Eddie out of jealousy.

What if he was murdered by someone who values the purity of the Osborn family line?

- Mrs. Osborn?

(Henrietta groans) I've got a few more questions about Eddie.

- The cars will be here in a moment.

- Did you wonder why your husband was so good to an unmarried mother and her illegitimate son?

Why he was so paternal?

(unsettling music) - You always were a clever boy, James.

- How long have you known?

- Since his insistence that a bastard be allowed to associate with our children.

His deathbed confession seemed hardly necessary.

(scoffs) He was so pathetically proud of Eddie.

Proud of his farming ability.

Proud of a guttersnipe who watered down his family's lineage.

- Is that why you killed Eddie?

To protect the family name?

- Oh, you can't think that I would kill him.

- Was it to protect the Osborns from the far greater scandal of Eddie's and your daughter's plans to run away together?

- Victoria and Eddie were what?

But they're half-siblings!

- Mother?

Mother, are you saying that Eddie is my... - [Henrietta] Oh, come, come, come, come.

- He and I, we- - What's done is done.

We've got a wedding to get to.

- What?

You can't expect Victoria to just keep calm and carry on.

- Victoria is an Osborn.

She knows her duty.

- What about knowing her heart?

Victoria, you don't have to marry Ian if you don't love him.

- Love.

Victoria, for goodness sake, the family.

(chuckles) - Ah.

- Thank you, Peregrine, for doing my hair.

(Peregrine exhales) I'm ready.

(stern music) (door thuds) (Peregrine sighs) (birds chirping) (wind rustling) - Dad, does Laurence often chop wood?

- (chuckles) Hardly ever.

Though he went at it like a trooper yesterday.

(Peregrine sighs) (suspenseful music) (stern music) (stern music continues) (Peregrine gasps) (engine humming) - [Peregrine] James!

- Hey, go on in.

I'll see you there.

Peregrine.

- Do you still have Eddie's clothes?

- Yes, but- - There's a puddle on the path down there.

It's impossible to avoid.

If Eddie did ride here to drop off the tulle, he should have muddy trousers.

(bells tolling) - Come on.

Oh, uh, congratulations.

- [Peregrine] Congratulations.

(suspenseful music) - Reverend Barbery saw Eddie.

- Found these in the Osborns' laundry.

("Bridal Chorus") ("Bridal Chorus" continues) - [Peregrine] Stop the wedding!

- Jim, what the hell?

- Detective Steed?

- What are you doing?

- You told Ms. Fisher yesterday you saw Eddie deliver the tulle.

- You'll lose your job for this.

- Yes, he came on his bicycle.

- But did you actually see his face?

- No, I, I, I saw him from behind as he rode through our resident puddle.

- Jim, what is going on?

- We know who murdered Eddie.

(guests murmuring) - Good Lord.

- Eddie and Victoria were in love.

Planning to run away together.

When Eddie was packing, he found something.

- [James] It was a letter from Mr. Osborn to Eddie's mother, acknowledging Eddie as his son.

- Eddie realized he was in love with his half-sister.

He must have been devastated.

He went straight to Victoria to break it off, but he couldn't bear to tell her why.

He needed advice, so he went to see his best friend.

He thought that you'd help him, that you'd welcome him like a brother.

But he wasn't just your brother, was he, Laurence?

He was your older brother.

And as the eldest Osborn son, you knew he could challenge your right to the farm.

You killed Eddie Johnson.

(Laurence scoffs) (guests gasping) - You can't be serious.

- You realized he could take everything you owned, so you stabbed him with the nearest weapon available, the Carruthers family knife.

You killed him and then you impersonated him.

You created an alibi.

- You took one of his shirts and hid the ute up the road from the corner of the church, and then cycled the last hundred yards and delivered the tulle, making sure Reverend Barbery saw who he assumed was Eddie at 6:00 a.m. from behind.

- [Peregrine] But there's no avoiding that puddle, is there?

- By 6:15, you were back and ready to get up and help my father chop wood for the hour in which you'd led us to believe that Eddie was killed.

- I could never measure up for my father.

But the farm is mine.

I didn't care that Eddie was better at running it.

He worked for me.

But if he was my brother...

If he...

If he challenged my right to it, what would I have left?

(somber music) No, no.

- [James] No, come on.

- What a bloody disgrace your family is, Victoria.

(guests murmuring) But don't worry.

I forgive you.

When you're ready, Reverend.

(mid-tempo music) Victoria?

- I'm sorry, Ian.

- Victoria, where are you going?

- London.

(guests murmuring) (birds chirping) - One of the tougher ones.

- Yeah, yes.

Thank you for your assistance.

- You're welcome.

- Oh, I've just come for the veil and the bouquet.

They're not evidence or anything?

- No.

(chuckles) - Okay.

Ooh.

- Oh.

(chuckles) Got it?

- Well, I'm off.

It was lovely to meet you, Sally.

- You too.

- Ah, Peregrine, was there something more that you wanted to discuss?

- No, James.

Like you said yesterday, we've already said it all.

(bluesy music) - Oh, Peregrine.

- Oh, it would never have worked.

We're from different worlds.

He wants different things.

We're better off without each other.

- Well, there's a man out there for you, Peregrine, if you want one.

- You know, I don't know that I do.

Besides, you've already nabbed one of the best.

(Violetta chuckles) - Violetta, Violetta!

Oh, hello.

- Hello.

- Violetta, Violetta, my love, it's such a clear night that I have set up the telescope, and you can see Mars.

- (gasps) Madonna mia!

- Go.

- [Samuel] The clarity, I mean, you wouldn't believe it.

He said he couldn't ask for a more perfect night.

- Birdie.

Join me for single ladies' night?

Maybe not dressed like that.

- All this dashing about has made me hanker for a bit of activity.

I'm off to the Snowy Mountains for a few days hiking.

(Birdie gasps) - Oh, okay, well, have fun then.

- Oh, I intend to.

(heartfelt music) (Peregrine sighs) - Hm.

(ice clinking) (feet shuffling) (groovy music) Care to dance, Peregrine?

Oh, why I'd love to, thank you, Peregrine.

♪ You don't own me ♪ ♪ I'm not just one of your many toys ♪ ♪ You don't own me ♪ ♪ Don't say I can't go with other boys ♪ ♪ And don't tell me what to do ♪ ♪ And don't tell me what to say ♪ ♪ And, please, when I go out with you ♪ ♪ Don't put me on display ♪ - How come I never knew you were such a dog lover?

Maybe I should get one.

It might be a good option, now that I've sworn off men.

(woman screams) (dog barking) - Lady attacked her.

- I think this dog has been framed.

Roar!

(hisses) I'm back!

- But I don't understand it, Birdie.

Why would you put your life in danger again?

- This murder is a police matter and as such, Ms. Fisher is not authorized to investigate.

- Yes, all right.

- I've seen this before and if I'm right, it's far more dangerous.

- I have to tell Peregrine.

- James, I know things have been tricky, but we're both professionals.

- Oh, I'm not gonna get rid of you.

- James?

- Sally.

- Are you and Peregrine...

I mean, is it purely professional?

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