- Coffee, tea, orange juice?

Coffee, tea, orange juice?

- Coffee.

Milk, no sugar, and make it snappy.

- Yes, sir.

Certainly, sir.

(liquid pouring) - Oh, careful not to spill it all over my suit.

- Enjoy your coffee.

- Stop.

Hold it right there.

Carmel, can you tell her where she went wrong?

- You wouldn't look him in the eye.

And you forgot to smile.

A little light touch on the shoulder never goes astray, either.

- That's right, Carmel.

Make him feel like a prince.

Okay, girls.

Emergency procedure.

(bell dings) - [Captain] Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.

We have an emergency and need to evacuate the aircraft.

- One, ensure all loose items are secured.

Two, handbags to be placed under seats.

Three, cigarettes must be put out.

Four, all passengers to be leaning forward, heads to chest, arms on laps.

And remember our smile, girls.

Because when we stay calm... - [All] They stay calm.

(raft inflating) (woman gasps) (women screaming) (ominous music) (upbeat dramatic music) - It belonged to James' mother.

- Oh, it's beautiful, Peregrine.

- It's a little bit loose.

I'll have to eat some more sausages.

- Or you could simply have the ring resized.

- And skip a sausage diet?

No, thank you.

- You're getting married, Peregrine!

Oh, I'm so happy for you!

- I see congratulations are in order.

- Yes, and we must mark the occasion.

- Oh, of course!

Champagne!

- Ah, the good stuff.

I'll get the glasses.

- Was that before or after I demonstrate the North South Mount followed by the Anaconda Choke Hold?

Jujitsu requires a clear mind.

- Right.

Uh, what about Friday afternoon?

Drinks and canapés on the veranda?

- Oh, no, I don't want a fuss.

- Nonsense!

Fuss we must.

I will check on the health of the cellars.

- Oh, I'll give you two hands.

- Oh, just one hand.

- You don't approve?

- Oh, no, no, I like James.

I do, I do.

It's, um...

It's the marital institution that I have a problem with.

It does something to men.

Makes them feel like they have to act like a ship's captain or something.

- James is different.

- Well, maybe he is.

If that's the case, congratulations.

- Thank you, Birdie.

- Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Alright, that's enough of that.

You're lucky I didn't throw you in a double-leg takedown.

Shall we begin?

- Oss!

- Oss!

(dramatic music) - April Barrett's her name.

(camera shutter clicking) She was one of our best and brightest trainee hostesses here at Australian Imperial Airlines.

- When did you last see April alive?

- Yesterday, at the end of class.

- How did she seem?

- Quite normal.

- And the other trainees?

Who were her friends?

- Well, April didn't really mix with the others very much.

She was quite focused on earning her wings.

- I'll need her belongings.

I'll need to speak to everyone.

No one is to leave until I've taken their statement.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

(dramatic music) (dramatic music continues) (dramatic music continues) (inquisitive music) - Cor!

- Who are you?

- Gus Selby.

Amenities.

- Well, give your details to the constable, please.

And you're not to touch this room or anything else that's marked as a crime scene.

Am I clear?

(ominous music) (dramatic music) (gentle music) (dramatic music) There's signs of a scuffle up there on the flight deck.

Blood smear at head height on the back wall.

I'm thinking that she was killed there and her body concealed in the landing chute by her killer.

So when the chute was activated.

- Out she popped.

- Yes, and we found this.

Stopped working at 7:30.

Body was in there first thing this morning when everyone arrived, so we're looking at last night.

- That'll do for time of death until we get confirmation from the coroner.

- Mm.

- Detective Steed, I have a key to April's locker, if you'd like to come with me.

Yes, thank you.

Uh, sir, this- - Everybody in the country knows Miss June Montgomery, Steed.

She's a national icon.

- Mm.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- I'm Chief Superintendent Percy Sparrow.

- Chief Superintendent.

And it's Mrs. Montgomery Jones now.

- A tragedy.

(she chuckles) Mrs. Montgomery Jones' pretty smile was plastered across every billboard in the country.

Made me part with two years coppers savings on an AIA flight to Honolulu!

- Oh!

Did I attend to you?

- Oh, I wish you had.

(laughs) I'll see you back at the station, Steed.

- This way.

(dramatic music) - Empty.

Was that usual?

- I don't monitor their lockers, Detective.

- Who was last to leave last night?

- I was.

- What time would that have been?

- 7:00, 7:30.

- You didn't see or hear anything?

Shouts?

Sounds of a struggle?

- No, I'm sorry.

- Well, from your office, you would have had a full view of all the comings and goings.

Are you sure you didn't hear anything at all out of the ordinary?

- You'll think I'm mad, but, I could have sworn I heard a horse.

(dramatic music) - A horse?

- I know.

- Why would she hear a horse?

- The night cart or dairy.

Who knows?

We're looking into it.

- You've been saddled with a lot of responsibility, haven't you?

(chuckles) I considered being an air hostie once.

Mainly for all the free travel.

What about the other girls?

Did they give you anything?

- Uh, no, not yet.

They were too shaken up.

I went through two Kleenex boxes for scant information.

- Oh.

Sounds like you need a woman's touch, hmm?

Must be hard for a man to tell either way sometimes which tears are real and which crocodilian.

- (chuckles) No.

- What?

- To you going undercover.

- Undercover?

Now, there's an idea.

- No, thank you.

I think I'll manage.

- Oh, you'll manage better with me sorting all the crocodiles from the horses.

- Peregrine, it is not a case- - Ah!

Things are different now.

We never have to be apart.

- It doesn't work like that.

- Of course it does.

- No, you'd make a terrible air hostess.

- Why?

- Because you have to follow the rules.

- I do have trouble doing what I'm told.

Back in a sec.

- No, where are you going?

- I'm going to find an outfit for my job interview.

(bright music) (dramatic music) - [Announcer] Flight 7 to Auckland, this is your final boarding call.

Flight 7 to Auckland, your final boarding call.

- Thanks.

(plane roaring) - 707.

- It's incredible.

- If I could fly one aircraft for the rest of my life, that's it.

Some blokes still hold a candle for the Connies, but not me.

The 07's the future.

They taking care of you?

- I'm interviewing for the hostess school.

- You've got the job.

- (chuckles) Oh, I have?

- If it was up to me.

Come on.

You'd better meet my better half.

- It's all I've dreamt of, since I first saw you, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

Those adverts.

"Come fly with me."

Well, I didn't just want to fly with you.

I wanted to be you.

- Pity you weren't inspired to get your application in sooner.

We're mid-course and we're not accepting any more trainees.

- Oh.

- Hang about, June.

She has the look.

Nice smile.

- Her smile or her legs?

- You know the pressure we're under from the airline.

- I will not drop my standards just to meet company quotas.

- So put her through her paces.

See what she's got.

- What did you say your name was?

- Peregrine Fisher.

- Read, Miss Fisher, from the bottom two lines.

- All AIA hostesses must be under 10 stone, under 35 years old, have 20/20 vision, and must not be married.

Problem with any of those conditions?

- No, of course not.

M, K, A, W, C, P, E, Z, O, L. - Hm.

Let's get you kitted out.

(lighthearted music) (dramatic music) Perfect.

Girls, this is Peregrine Fisher.

I expect you to bring her up to speed on her silver service.

- Silver service sounds tricky.

- Don't expect anyone to give you a leg up, slender hips.

- Easy, Carmel.

- Well, it's alright for you, May.

Your place is practically guaranteed.

I mean, look at her.

How do I compete with that?

Legs up to her armpits, just like April.

- I'm not here to steal anybody's job.

(Carmel scoffs) Do we walk 20 paces and turn around or battle it out here and now?

(James clears throat) - Uh, Carmel, I need to go back over your statement before you leave today.

(airplane engine roaring) (banana thuds) - What was that all about?

- The police.

Someone murdered April.

- Oh, my God!

- April?

The one with legs up to her (whistles)?

- I need a smoke.

Carmel?

(suspenseful music) (people chattering) - Hopefully June hasn't cleared out the gin already.

- Don't say that!

(both grunting) - Do you need some help over there?

- We're fine.

(locker rattling and banging) - Let me have a go.

May I?

- Mm-hmm.

(lock rattling) (lock clicks) - Wow.

- April's other locker, where she stashed the duty-free cigarettes we're not allowed to have.

- Huh.

- No use to her now.

- Oh!

Thank you.

- Where did you learn to- - Oh!

I used to be a hairdresser.

I spent a lot of time around bobby pins.

- I'm surprised Jones let you in halfway through our training.

- The more staff they can train up, the better, I guess.

- Still, they are looking for the right girl.

Plenty don't make the cut.

- You will, though, May.

- They need me for the "cherry blossom" route.

Melbourne, Sydney, Tokyo.

- Oh.

Right.

Oh.

- That's April.

- She looks nice.

(May scoffs) She wasn't?

- I suppose she was alright.

Bit nosy.

She was supposed to be the new face of the airline.

How did Mrs. Montgomery Jones feel about that?

(footsteps approaching) (ominous music) - Just need to give the room a once-over.

Now, girls, don't you worry.

I'll be keeping an eye out for you all.

Any trouble, you come see old Gus.

- Are you alright?

Your hand's shaking.

- None of us got much sleep last night.

- Well, it's no wonder.

You're probably still in shock, I bet.

- I better go talk to the policeman.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) - Hm.

- You said you left the training school around 7:00.

Classes finish at 5:00.

- May and I stayed back to practice our first-class service.

- Was April with you?

- No, it was just me and May.

We passed April in the corridor on the way to the cabin at some stage.

- What time would that have been?

- 6:00-ish.

- Was she with anyone?

- Not then, no, but sometime later, I did hear her speaking to the captain.

- Captain?

- Jones.

June's husband.

He has this deep, dreamy baritone voice.

- Did you catch what he and April were talking about?

- No.

I'm sorry.

- No, no.

Thank you.

That's all for now.

(footsteps clattering) What are you doing?

- April had a secret locker full of alcohol and duty-free cigarettes and these.

You'd better ask Captain Jones why he was writing checks to the victim.

If there's anything else I can help you with, sir, please don't hesitate to ask.

(dramatic music) - Carmel, one of the hostesses, puts Captain Jones and April together shortly before she was murdered.

- Good.

- And I found that in April's locker.

- Oh, well, let's see how the captain explains this.

Good work, Steed.

- Now, you ought to know, sir, I've applied for a promotion.

- Right.

- Now that I'm engaged to be married, I could do with the extra income.

- Oh, you're getting married!

Oh, that's nice.

Who's the lucky lady?

No.

Well, she really got her claws into you, didn't she?

- I'm counting on your support, sir.

- Well, you'd better solve this, then, hadn't you?

(suspenseful music) - Captain Jones.

Thank you for coming.

Take a seat.

- Happy to assist in any way.

- We'd like to know about your relationship with the victim.

- Uh, April was one of our young hopefuls.

- You write checks for all your young hopefuls?

- April was finding it hard making ends meet.

I gave her a loan to help out with the rent.

- Oh, so this was a one-off?

- Yes.

- See, your bank manager tells us you've been paying April 20 pounds a week for the past six weeks.

- Was she your bit on the side?

- No, nothing like that.

Like I said, I was simply helping out with the rent.

- When did you last see April?

- Uh, Monday morning.

- You sure about that?

- Positive.

- Why are you lying to us, Captain Jones?

Witnesses put you together Monday night, the night of April's murder.

- That's impossible.

I was 30,000 feet above the Tasman at the time.

Here.

My flight logs.

Counter-signed by my co-pilot.

(suspenseful music) Thank you, gentlemen.

- If it wasn't Captain Jones, what about his wife?

- June?

- Mm.

- No alibi.

You think her motive was jealousy?

- Mm, maybe not just about her husband.

April stole her career.

She was being groomed to be the new face of the airline, and she was about to knock June off her perch.

- And she'd kill for that?

- Of course.

It was June's life.

What else have you got for me?

- I've got particles tangled up in April's hair.

And the same particles were found on the staircase trail leading up to where April was murdered.

- Interesting.

- Mm.

- I'll have Violetta take a look at it.

- I've already given an evidence bag to my forensic team.

- Violetta taught most of your forensic team.

- Mm.

- Anything else?

- Is this for Violetta, too?

- Open it.

So I'm keen on the Bellevue.

A little out of my price range, but the Beauvista is probably more sensible for the size block.

And we can always extend on it later.

Plans allow for that.

- You bought acreage?

- Three-quarters of an acre.

Here.

X marks the spot.

It's just a deposit at this stage.

- Oh!

Well, this is a surprise.

- Yeah, that was the idea.

I thought you'd be excited to build our own place and make it exactly the way that we want it to be.

- You don't like my house?

- Of course I do.

But things are different now, like you said.

We need space to grow.

A big backyard.

- I grew up in a caravan.

I never had a backyard.

- Yeah, but every kid needs space to run around in.

- Mm.

Hm?

(lighthearted music) Violetta, James found these particles at the crime scene.

If we, and by that I mean you, can determine its exact chemical compound, it might just lead us to our killer.

- I'll give it a crack shot.

- Either/or, my sweet.

Crack or shot, not both.

- Oh!

Thank you, Samuel.

- Now, I have something new for you.

- Oh, goody!

- Uh, on the surface, a perfectly usable perfume.

- (sniffs) Mm.

- Push the bottom, however, and you have an emergency light source.

Huh?

- Oh!

- Rated three candle power and completely waterproof.

- And what's this?

- Uh, it's, it's a Bible.

- No, but what is it really?

- It is, it is as it appears.

A Bible.

- You're not looking to convert?

- No!

No, no.

I'm just looking for loopholes.

(coughs) Ah, well, now, I will need some idea of the numbers for Friday's celebration.

- What are we celebrating?

- Your engagement, apparently.

- Oh, right!

Yes.

Um, I'm thinking small, very small.

- I'll look into this right away, Peregrine.

- Mm.

(Peregrine sighs) - Would you like a whiskey?

- James has bought a parcel of land.

We're going to build a house, home.

My place, I mean, with all its bright colors and modern, hard lines, it's not very kid-friendly.

- I didn't know you were kid-friendly.

- Well, I'm not particularly.

I mean, not right at this moment in time.

But that could change, couldn't it?

- You're asking the wrong person.

I only pretended to be married once.

Undercover.

It scared the living daylights out of me.

- Why?

- The expectations of a wife, well, well, they're different.

People treat you differently.

They think of you differently.

And no matter how hard you try, very difficult to be evenly matched.

- But we are evenly matched.

- Oh, I know, I know.

(glasses clinking) Your Aunt Phryne, she was my role model.

Oh, she was an extraordinary woman.

Even compared to the women who come here, she was just extraordinary.

But a life like that, it just doesn't happen.

She went after it with everything she had.

She never compromised her ideals.

She never compromised her freedom to pursue them.

She made that life, Peregrine.

You have that in you, too.

To be extraordinary.

I mean, if you want it.

(lighthearted music) - 9 stone 10.

Hmm.

You've lost a pound.

Well done, Eloise.

Good girl.

Right.

I see you, Carmel.

Come on.

Let's get this over with.

Up, up, up.

- Come on, Carmel.

(scale rattles) - 10 stone 3!

For mercy's sake, Carmel!

Stick to the Slimmits.

And skip lunch, or you'll be bursting out of that uniform.

- I've been trying, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

- Self-discipline is all it takes.

Off.

I bet if I step on those scales, I weigh exactly the same as I did when I first became a stewardess.

8 stone 2.

Without one Slimmit.

What did I tell you?

Detective, how can I help you?

- A word, if I may.

- Certainly.

(footsteps clattering) - You and your husband, you were assisting April.

- Well, April was having financial difficulties.

My husband and I decided to help her out.

- Why would you do that?

- We couldn't afford to lose her.

The airline had already invested heavily into promoting her.

- Replacing you for her.

- Did you kill April?

- 'Course I didn't!

- Mrs. Montgomery Jones, you have no alibi.

You tell me you were in your office at the time of the murder, is that the truth?

- Well, I wasn't in my office the whole time.

I went to sick bay at some point.

I had women's issues.

- Oh.

Um, from when to when?

- From 7:00 p.m. to around when I left.

Say, 7:30.

Oh, right after I heard the horse.

- We've checked that.

There's no dairy run, no night cart.

(chuckles) No horse.

- Him, ask him!

He'll back me up.

He and I left the building at the same time.

Go on.

Go on, tell the detective.

- Uh, sorry, ma'am.

Tell him what?

- You and I on Monday night left the building at the same time.

- No, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

You have the wrong bloke.

I only started work on Tuesday.

You must have me confused with someone else.

(suspenseful music) - Oh, May, I'll never get my wings if I don't drop the pounds.

- 'Course you will.

You beat everyone on silver service, hands down.

- And emergency protocol.

You know, in reality, I'm not sure how calm I'll be in an emergency.

If we're plummeting to the earth from 20,000 feet up with seconds left to live, I don't think I'll be following protocol.

Or remembering to round my vowels.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is your cabin crew here just letting you know from now on in, it's every girl for herself.

Now, where's the champagne, hey?

(air hisses) Oh!

(girls laughing) Mayday!

- She's loony!

(whistle blows) - Isn't she?

- You girls are welcome to come by my place tonight if you want some cocktail-mixing practice.

I have a fully stocked fridge and I make a mean mai tai.

- Yes.

- Yes!

- What in God's name is going on?

- Practicing.

- I'm giving you the opportunity of a lifetime!

Don't throw it all away!

- So sorry, Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

I was just trying to lighten the mood, after what happened to poor April.

(June sighs) Are you alright?

Sometimes it helps to talk about things.

- Do you know I was presented to the Queen at Buckingham Palace in '62?

I still have the teaspoon here somewhere.

- You must have some wonderful stories.

- We were forever being invited to the top parties.

I've danced with the Sultan of Brunei.

And I even shared the same seat in the same cocktail bar in Nice where Cary Grant had been just an hour earlier.

- Oh, Cary Grant.

What a dish.

- Not a patch on my Errol.

- It doesn't seem fair that you should have to give up flying just because you got married.

- Rules are the rules.

- Hey, you!

Wait, wait, wait.

I have a bone to pick with you!

(door opens) - Hey what was all that business about you saying to the police about not seeing me?

I distinctly recall you watching as I climbed into my car.

You were talking to May.

- You have me confused with another bloke.

(people chattering) (suspenseful music) - No mistake!

(heels clattering) - Oh!

A horse?

(lighthearted music) (suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) According to Violetta, it's the same chemical structure as the first batch, which means we have a direct link between June's office and the murder scene.

- Any luck finding out what they are?

- All she can tell me is that they're neither animal, mineral, or vegetable.

Oh, June wasn't imagining the horse.

- We checked that out.

- No, I heard it!

- When?

- When I was snooping around.

I thought you were working late.

- Oh.

- I'm sorry.

For before.

I didn't mean to rush you.

All that talk about houses and kids.

- Oh!

They're multiplying.

Yesterday you said "kid."

How many were you planning?

- I don't know.

Uh, three?

Well, how about you?

- I hadn't really thought about it.

- Well, like I said, there's no rush.

Uh, have to build, have somewhere to put everybody.

(doorbell rings) - You expecting someone?

- Carmel and May are coming over to mix some cocktails so I can dig for some more information.

- Are you crazy?

They're potential murderesses.

- Well, I shall be very, very careful.

- Uh, Peregrine!

- We're here!

- Come on up!

(buzzer buzzes) - I'm still here!

- Trust me.

Oh!

(both giggling) - Oh, wow, is this all yours?

- It was my aunt's place.

Make yourselves at home.

(suspenseful music) - It's amazing!

- Mai tai?

- Coroner's report came in.

- Oh, ah, no.

Just give me the nuts and bolts.

- It's a blow to the head, basically.

And the bruising to the chest region suggests that someone pushed her.

- Got into a catfight, copped a don't argue.

- There's other small abrasions, too.

Her little finger was broken.

But that most likely happened in the fall.

- Mm.

- Oh, uh, I had a chat to the brass about your promotion.

- Thank you, sir.

- It probably means a move to another station.

Boondocks somewhere.

Well, we all have to do our time.

- I've done my time, sir.

Here, in this station, this neighborhood.

- Yeah, well, I don't make the rules.

- You have influence.

Is it because of who I'm marrying, sir?

- You will not find happiness with little fish, son.

You just won't.

She'll want to do things her way.

She'll want to make her own decisions.

- We make decisions together.

- Don't make me laugh.

If you want to make it as a detective, you need to toughen up.

Boo!

(laughs) ♪ I won't care ♪ ♪ I won't cry ♪ ♪ If you're there ♪ ♪ I'll get by ♪ ♪ I won't care ♪ ♪ I won't care ♪ ♪ Long as I have you ♪ ♪ Long as I have you ♪ (both laughing) - The Atlantic run.

New York City.

Take in a Broadway musical.

That's my number one.

- Paris for me.

The Arc de Triomphe.

Notre Dame.

The Eiffel Tower.

- Well, here's to the three of us meeting up somewhere exotic in 12 months' time.

That's if we're not already married first.

- Don't do it.

That's my motto.

There's no way it won't be a terrible mistake.

- Of course, we should all be flying the damn planes, is what we should be doing, instead of working as glorified waitresses.

Well, don't look at me like that.

It's not such a crazy idea.

There's plenty of female pilots.

Amelia Earhart.

Nancy Bird Walton.

My own Aunt Phryne.

(objects clattering) - Shh!

I heard something.

(music stops) (glass shatters in distance) - What's that?

- Stay here, both of you.

(suspenseful music) (suspenseful music continues) (suspenseful music continues) (gasps) Hey, stop!

(woman screams) (candlestick thuds) - I'll call the police.

- No need.

(bones cracking) - Oh!

Oh, watch my finger!

Aah!

- Pass me your scarf, Carmel!

(man groaning) (suspenseful music) Help me roll him over.

Gus?

(phone ringing) (door opens) - I've made a citizen's arrest.

(ominous music) - You should have called me.

- I had the situation under control.

- You take far too many risks.

- I thought that's what you liked about me.

Very strange, though.

He broke into my house, but then he ran straight past me like I wasn't even there.

- Maybe this scared him.

- Did you work out what these are?

- Yeah, contact lenses.

- What?

- They work just like glasses, except you put them right on your eyes, and they're completely invisible.

- How amazing.

- Mm.

- Hang on, the first thing that June did was test my eyesight.

You have to have 20/20 vision as a hostie.

The airline insists upon it.

- Wearing those, no one would have been the wiser.

- April had a secret.

Louis Sharousky.

- Yes, I'll look into that.

- I should get back to the girls.

- Mm, it's a good idea.

You're starting to crack.

- I hope it hasn't put you off.

- It'd take much more than that.

(lighthearted music) - Why are you following those young women?

- Just looking out for them.

After what happened to that other girlie.

I thought I'd follow them, make sure they got home alright.

- So you broke in to reassure them?

- I wasn't breaking in.

It was a misunderstanding.

- Oh, and this was because you were expecting snow?

I'm charging you with breaking and entering.

I expect to add more charges later.

Like the murder of April Barrett.

- What?

No, you can't get me for that.

I hadn't even started working there.

I am the one who should be laying charges, after what that crazy bird did to me.

- That's enough, Mr. Selby.

That's enough.

You can explain the rest to a magistrate in the morning.

(suspenseful music) - What if he comes back?

- He's not coming back.

- Hear that?

You're safe.

- Why would a cleaner break in here, though?

- He's a creep.

He doesn't need a reason.

- You were pretty brave before.

- Oh!

- When did you learn jujitsu?

- Oh, I'm still learning.

I'm a work in progress.

But I have a very good teacher.

- My dad taught me.

- Oh, wow.

- Not for me.

- No, I'm fine, thanks.

- A synthetic form of asbestos, maybe?

(footsteps clattering) - The crumbs are crumbs!

Slimmits crumbs.

- No, no, Peregrine.

This is not food grade.

Most likely highly toxic.

- Well, it's certainly toxic.

- Making women feel embarrassed about their bodies to sell biscuits, it's revolting.

- (gasps) I believe you're right, Peregrine.

(suspenseful music) - Detective Steed.

- James.

They're crumbs.

- Crumbs?

Biscuit crumbs that give us a direct link between June's office and the crime scene.

- Well, June might be involved.

I don't think she's our killer.

- What makes you say that?

- Because June's an old soak.

I smelled it on her breath and found her secret stash hidden in the sick bay.

- Which is where she said she was at the time of the murder.

- Then who?

- Her husband, Captain Jones.

He's back squarely in the frame.

- I thought you said he had an alibi.

- He lied.

He faked it.

He had a co-pilot mate sign off on the logs, but he never flew that plane.

- But what reason did he have to murder her?

- You know those contact lenses?

See, I called the optometrist, and they never had an April Barrett on the client list, but they did have an E. Jones.

- April was blackmailing the captain, holding his contact lenses as ransom.

Get him in.

- Mm, I've just sent someone to pick him up.

- Oh, you are good.

- Goodbye, Peregrine.

- Very evenly matched.

- Okay, I did meet April at 6:30 that night.

- And?

- I told her it was over.

She wasn't going to get any more money.

That was it.

- Then?

- Then I left.

I didn't lay a finger on her.

She was alive when I left her.

It's true about the lenses.

I planned to get a second set made up, and that's where I was heading.

I was at the optometrist getting fitted when I should have been flying that plane.

- What time was that?

- I had a 7:00 p.m. appointment.

It lasted approximately one hour.

My optometrist will alibi me.

Call him.

- Why didn't you just tell me that the first time that we interviewed you?

- If it became public knowledge that I had anything but 20/20 vision, they wouldn't let me fly.

- Did your wife know about the blackmail?

- No, she had no idea.

- Are you sure about that?

(door opens) - Steed?

You're needed elsewhere.

(suspenseful music) - Calm down, girls.

Remember, if we're calm, they're calm.

- What is going on?

- There's been another murder.

I thought you arrested him.

- Magistrate must have granted bail.

Why did he come back here?

What was he after?

- Or whom?

I need to get back in June's office.

- Well, I'll give you some time.

Well, who saw anything?

Mrs. Montgomery Jones, did you see anything?

(women sobbing) (suspenseful music) - What are you doing in my office?

- I can explain.

- No, it's okay, Peregrine.

Mrs. Montgomery Jones needs to do the explaining.

You need to accompany me to the station.

- No, James, I was wrong.

June didn't kill April.

Must have been a terrible thing after all those adventures to suddenly have everything grind to a halt.

Your husband was facing the same fate, too, if April spilled the beans about his eyesight.

- Who are you?

- Just someone who likes to get to the bottom of things.

- The crumbs, you said yourself.

- June didn't leave the crumb trail.

The tear in the uniform proves it.

- Tear?

What tear?

- You haven't put on an ounce of weight since you first wore that uniform, so you can't have split the seam, and you don't eat Slimmits.

- Peregrine, I am still in the dark here.

- I'm sorry, I led you down the wrong crumb trail for a moment, but I can make it up to you.

Quickly, before they get away.

(dramatic music) (woman gasps) Going somewhere, ladies?

- Think we need to have a chat.

- It wasn't June who laid the trail of crumbs, but you, Carmel.

You idolized Mrs. Montgomery Jones.

And April teased you about your obsession, didn't she?

The torn uniform, the Slimmits crumbs.

They put you at the scene, too.

But you didn't kill her.

April hunted people's weak spots to blackmail them.

Yours was your weight.

Captain Jones' is his eyesight.

And, May, yours was that you're married, aren't you?

Which means you couldn't be a hostess.

- Married?

To whom?

- Gus Selby, the cleaner.

The way you reacted, like you knew him and were scared of him.

And I noticed that Gus had a bruised pinkie.

I didn't think much about it until I saw the coroner's report and realized that April had the same injury.

A common jujitsu injury.

And May knew jujitsu.

But it was what you said to me at my house when we were talking about marriage.

- There's no way it won't be a terrible mistake.

- And April found out.

May killed April.

- Aah!

(ominous music) - She threatened to go to the airline unless I paid her money.

I begged her.

If I didn't earn my wings, I'd never get away from him.

I never meant to kill her!

- It's okay.

- But you did mean to kill Gus.

He got the job here just to torment you.

And you knew he'd never let you live your life.

- It shouldn't make a difference whether we're married.

I tried to get a divorce.

If it wasn't for that stupid rule.

- How did you figure it all out?

- Because of the horse.

June heard clip-clopping that night, but it wasn't equine.

(shoes clopping) What I can't quite work out is, why did you cover it up?

- Because it wasn't fair.

It just wasn't fair.

- That was unconventional but effective.

- That's my motto.

What time we all gathering?

- Hmm?

- The engagement drinks.

They're still on, yeah?

- Yes.

Yes.

- Uh, 6:00-ish I think.

- Okay.

I'll see you there, then.

- Mm-hmm.

(suspenseful music) (people chattering) (Peregrine sighs) (footsteps clattering) - Are we on?

- Not quite.

Peregrine's running late.

(lock clicks) I've been deliberating on our, uh, our situation, um, and despite all the rules and the, uh, the commandments and the "thou shalt nots," there is very little specificity when it comes to what precisely constitutes forbidden relations between a man and a woman.

I'll give you an example.

Um.

Now, I would have thought that's okay.

- Yes.

- And, uh, and this?

- Yes.

- And, uh, and this?

(gentle music) - Yes.

- And what about this?

- I'm not so sure.

- Would you like me to stop?

- Mm, not just yet.

Ah!

Oh.

- She's a terrible cook, you know.

(clock chiming) (glass thuds) (door closes) - Peregrine.

- I'm sorry.

- That's alright.

- Come.

I was going to call, and then that wasn't right.

- Well, that sounds ominous.

- No, not really.

It's just I don't think we need to make a big fuss tonight.

I'll explain to the others.

We don't get to talk very much, you and I.

- We talk all the time.

- Not about the things that are close to our hearts.

There's so much that I still don't know about you.

- Like what?

- Oh, I don't know.

Like what football team you barrack for.

- Well, I'm from the Western District, Geelong.

- Whether you believe in capital punishment.

- Peregrine.

- You buying that land.

That would have been something that would have been good to talk about.

I just wanted that to be a surprise.

- (chuckles) It definitely was that.

But I have a house, and I like it very much.

- Well, I'm sure that there is a way through this.

- That's what I'm saying.

We need to talk about our future.

About our expectations.

And I need to have some conversations with myself about what I want for my life.

But, this thing, it, it gets in the way of everything.

It, it started this ball rolling, and now it's all about the ball and not about what it should be about.

- So you don't want to marry me?

- No.

No, that's not what I'm saying.

I, oh, I, I want to be with you so much.

I want to know you better.

Can't we just hold things as they are for a few precious moments first?

- Sure.

- James.

James!

(door opens) (door closes) - Murder near Hartford.

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

- Son.

- Dad.

- Oh, who's the happy couple?

- Mr. Ian Carruthers.

He's from the next-door property.

(camera shutter clicks) - I suspect this goes with it.

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

- Hello, Sally.

- Jim!

(both laughing) - Sally could have popped by from next door and stabbed Eddie.

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

- When did you want to marry me?

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

- Oh, it isn't.

But I'm not common.

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