(upbeat pop music) ♪ We can't make it ♪ ♪ You don't need me no more ♪ (oars rowing) - I say this is just what the doctor ordered?

- Yes!

Several times!

- Fresh air, good company.

We could all forget our cares.

Well, most of us anyway.

- Are you worried about her?

- Every day since I was about nine years old.

- Alexander's death has really hit her hard.

- She has her own way of processing.

- Processing?

Samuel, she's carrying around his ashes!

- Yes, it's macabre, her way of keeping him close after holding him away all these years.

- Well you and Violetta are doing quite the opposite.

- Eh, it's a personal test.

Our relationship has many levels.

Intellectual, scientific, romantic, each as, if not more, important than the the physical.

There's no problem with the church at all as long as we manage to keep things platonic.

- Good luck with that.

- [Violetta] Buongiorno!

(dramatic music) - Good Lord.

Right, I'm just gonna go and test this new rod.

- It's an interesting experiment.

- It'll never work.

Too much chemistry.

(soft music) (peaceful acoustic music) (peaceful music continues) (fishing line whizzes) (Samuel grunts) (fishing reel whirring) - I've got something!

(dramatic music) - [Peregrine] Oh, wow!

It must be huge!

- Yes!

(fishing reel whirring) A Murray cod by the fight of it!

- Ha!

- Big one!

(Samuel grunts) Maybe a... Maybe 100 pounds!

- You can do it!

(Samuel grunts) (reel whirring) (suspenseful music) (reel whirring) (curious music) What is it?

(water sloshing) (unsettling music) Samuel?

(dramatic music) (Peregrine gasps) (dramatic music) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music) (camera shutter clicking) (Peregrine sighs) - Are there no other detectives in Melbourne?

- Peregrine.

- Detective Steed.

Nobody's left the area.

It was only us and then some others who've gone up to the rowing sheds.

- Okay.

Do we know who it is?

- Mr. Morris Dunnet, according to his license.

He hasn't been in the water long.

He's tied up, so it's obviously murder.

And there's this odd shiny patch just here.

- We'll get a sample.

Constable, make sure you get that off his wrist.

- [Constable] Yes, sir.

- Samuel hooked him just over there.

- Right, well, I.. - [Peregrine] Anyway, you don't need me.

- You don't want to help?

It's a beautiful day for it.

Peregrine, have I done something to annoy you?

More than usual?

- No!

(chuckles uncomfortably) So, can't be seen from the picnic ground.

- And there's no access from anywhere else.

So he was probably attacked here and then put into the water.

- Hmm.

What do you think they are?

(mysterious music) - Drag marks.

Maybe a boat.

- Why would you land it here when there's a ramp at the boat hire?

- Right.

Where is it now?

- There was a girl at the boat hire when we arrived.

- Mm.

(mysterious music) (pigeon wings flapping) Miss, your name, please.

- Babs Crawford.

- And you knew the victim, Ms. Crawford?

- Yes, he's my boyfriend.

- When did you last see him?

- He went looking for the dinghy about an hour ago.

The River Nymph.

- And it's still missing?

- I must have forgotten to tie it up, and the current must have taken it, and Morris went.

Such an idiot.

- What did you do after he went to look for the boat?

- I just got ready to open up, like he told me.

- Did Morris have any enemies, any worries?

- Well, he got into an argument with the council a few months ago.

They talked about wanting to knock the shed down because it wasn't built to regulations, and Morris got very angr... (mysterious music) Well, he got upset.

- Upset with anyone in particular?

- No.

Morris was just very particular about the business, about everything, really.

- Are you all right?

That looks painful.

- Oh.

I just slipped on the jetty.

Is that all?

- For now, yes.

Thank you.

(mysterious music) - Morris Dunnet.

Why do I know that name?

- She's definitely hiding something.

Nervous, twitching.

- Did you see the bruises on her arms?

Finger marks if ever I saw them.

- Think he roughed her up?

- [Peregrine] I think she's still scared of him even though he's dead.

- Maybe she'd had enough.

- Well, even if she had, she couldn't overpower him, tie him up, and drown him.

- Mm.

Okay, better start the interviews.

- Let's split up for them.

I saw a girl taking photographs over there.

Maybe she saw something.

- What- (pensive music) (James sighs) Okay.

(birds squawking) So, what time did you arrive at the river this morning, Mr. Quinn?

- Oh, sometime before 7:00.

Water's smoothest early in the day.

- Did you see Morris Dunnet?

- That the dead bloke?

No.

No, I didn't see him.

Just a fisherman up under the bridge.

- Did you notice anybody else on the riverbank?

- No.

Sorry, I was concentrating on my rating.

(mysterious music) - [James] Excuse me, sir, can I ask your name?

- Abraham Sifu.

Public servant.

Orchid Grove Q.

- What brought you down to the river this morning, Mr. Sifu?

- I'm a keen angler.

The recent rains have activated many freshwater species.

- Hm.

Did you rent fishing tackle from the hire shop?

- Detective, I take excellent care of my equipment.

I have no need to hire.

- Did you see Morris Dunnet pass?

- He is?

- The victim.

- Oh.

Rest in peace.

I didn't see anyone.

I'm afraid I don't take much notice of my surroundings.

An angler must be at one with the water.

- Right.

- And what brought you down to the river today, Suzie?

- Oh, I've got a new camera, so I wanted to try it out.

- Oh.

Does the name Morris Dunnet mean anything to you?

- No.

- Did you see anybody else around the river this morning?

- No.

Sorry.

No, wait!

I did notice that old lady with the caravan.

She spoke to me.

- What did she say?

- "Keep your kidneys warm."

Who cares about my kidneys?

Nosy old cow.

- You're a photographer?

- Oh, trying to be.

I'm actually a music student.

This is just a bit of a hobby.

Keep me outta trouble.

- Did you get any good photos?

- Yeah, a few.

- Great.

Do you mind if I take your film?

They might contain some evidence.

- Oh!

Okay.

I'll get it out for you.

- No, no, no!

You'll expose them.

(both chuckle) Here, let me do it.

(camera clicking) (mysterious music) Thank you.

She really didn't wanna give me that film, and I think she tried to expose it.

- What, to ruin the photos?

- Maybe.

- God.

Could you get them to Samuel to develop?

- I already have.

(van squeaking) - Oh!

Hello dears.

- [Peregrine] Wow!

Shiny!

- I make all my own cleaning products.

That's the secret.

- I'm Detective James Steed.

This is Peregrine Fisher.

You are?

- Holdstock.

Enid Holdstock.

- [James] You live in the van?

- For the last little while, yes.

Dicky ticker.

I might only have a couple of months.

So I sold up the business, and here I am.

- What sort of business?

- Cleaning.

Houses mainly.

- And when did you arrive here?

- Late yesterday.

- [Peregrine] What made you choose this particular spot?

- Well, I usually look for somewhere I haven't been before.

- Did you know Morris Dunnet?

- Oh, the poor dead man?

I'm afraid not.

- Right.

Well, about this morning, I'm gonna have to ask you something- - Oh, yes, you'll want my account.

Got your notebook?

- Yes.

- I awoke at 6:00.

It was quite chilly, but the sun was very bright.

I was concerned it was fading the van's curtains.

And then I went to make a tea, but the milk had soured, so I didn't even- - Yes, sorry, after that.

- Oh, I aired my bedding.

When you're a cleaner, you get into the habit of doing that daily.

And then that fishing gentleman arrived.

And then, not long after, that young man with the rowing boat, and then that pretty slip of a thing.

Mind you, she wasn't wearing enough.

She really needs to wear a cardigan or she'll catch her death.

- Yes, yes!

And Morris Dunnet?

- Oh, yes!

He went jogging off towards the rocks in a very determined fashion.

- Did you see anybody else go around the riverbed?

- I don't believe so.

- Thank you, Mrs. Holdstock.

- Bye-bye, dears.

- So, nobody knew Morris Dunnet except for Babs.

And everybody has an alibi except for Babs.

- Sounds like one of them wanted him dead.

And there was no one else around.

- Dunnet.

Why do I know that name?

(curious music) (file drawer slams) - What you squirreling for, Steed?

- That river victim.

I'm just trying to find out something more about him.

(file thuds) - [Sparrow] Morris-bloody-Dunnet (file drawer slams) (mysterious music) - He killed his wife?

Of course!

That trial was everywhere.

That's why I remember the name.

- Well, he was actually acquitted.

- But he did it, didn't he?

- Yes, that's the assumption.

And according to Sparrow, he knew the bloke who ran the investigation.

The case against Dunnet was rock solid.

Witnesses testified he'd fly into rages.

He was violent towards Irene.

He said he'd kill her.

Plus, there was blood in his house, on his clothes, and he had no alibi.

- Why did he get off?

- [James] Irene's body was never found.

- Hard to prove a murder without a body.

- Very.

But the question is, did Babs know about his past?

- James, even if she did, there's no way that she could have killed him by herself.

- [James] Dare I say it, Peregrine, but I think you're right.

- I'll call you back.

- I've done an analysis of the shiny substance on the victim's hand.

- What is it?

- Machine oil.

Did you grease your boat seat with that this morning, Mr. Quinn?

- Course.

- [James] Get any on your hands?

- Maybe.

Hard not to.

- There's machine oil on Morris Dunnet's wrist.

Any idea how it got there?

- None at all.

- Right.

Just a coincidence.

- Look, I don't know what you're getting at, mate, but I was on the water the whole time from the crack of dawn till that body was fished up.

(mysterious music) (birds chirping) - Babs, did Morris ever tell you anything about his life before you met?

- No, Morris didn't talk about his past.

- Did you know that he was married?

- Yes.

His wife walked out on him.

- No, Babs.

His wife disappeared eight years ago.

Morris was tried for her murder.

The only reason he got off is that they never found her body.

(tense music) - But he never mentioned any of that.

Guess it explains why he didn't have any friends.

And why he didn't like it if I made any.

(mysterious music) - So.

- Sir, the machine oil we found on the victim's wrist, it could link to Frank Quinn or Babs Crawford, or even the victim himself.

It just doesn't... - Look who I found in the foyer!

- Sally!

Hey.

I thought that we were meeting the others later on.

- I wanted to give you this now.

Happy birthday.

- Be still my beating heart.

Thank you.

(all chuckling) - And this.

(James gaps and laughs) - That's... That's wonderful.

Sarah, that's... That's too much.

That's too generous.

- Oh!

- I can't.

- Well, I'm about to come into some money.

I'm thinking of selling my house in Hartford.

Since Howard died, I've stayed mostly with my parents, and lately I've been coming to Melbourne so much, and I didn't realize how much I'd enjoy it here.

(James chuckles) Sorry, I know you're very busy.

- No, stop.

It's wonderful.

Thank you.

(tender music) - Oh, so good.

So good.

Whoa!

(all laughing) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (dramatic music) (cork pops) - Oh!

(curious music) (cork squeaks) (Violetta sniffing) - [Peregrine] Sweet, isn't it.

- Like confectioners sugar.

- Samuel, how's Birdie?

- Ah, good.

Well, I mean, I've hidden the keys to the drinks cabinet.

- Brave.

Where?

- Oh, no, I shan't be revealing that.

- Why not?

- I did that the last time, and, well, let's just say that poor, adventurous Hammad was subject to some very rigorous interrogation techniques.

- Oh.

- I thought so.

Trichloromethane.

- [Peregrine] What is that?

- Chloroform.

(soft music) - You're so clever.

- Wasn't a difficult one.

- Yes, but chemistry, it's not your specialty.

- Yeah, well, I've been reading.

- Have you?

(soft music) - Excuse me.

- Mm.

- Chloroform.

- It's surprisingly easy to make.

It's just common chemicals.

- Yes, it's bleach, rubbing alcohol, acetone.

Actually, I have something for you too.

(knocking on door) - Hello.

Come in.

- Hi.

Forensics have just come back.

Morris Dunnet had traces of anesthetic in his system.

- Chloroform.

After I spoke to Babs, I found this bottle down by the riverbank.

Violetta's just analyzed it.

- Right, and so the killer drugged him with chloroform and then tied him up.

- And then pushed him into the river.

It's quite an elaborate murder.

- I dug up Irene Dunnet's murder file from the archives.

- And?

- Last seen arguing with Morris at the front of their house.

29 years of age.

She taught classical guitar.

Married for six years.

- Classical guitar!

Suzie said that she's a music student.

And the fingernails on her right hand are much longer than the ones on her left.

(mysterious music) Which is how classical guitarists have to have them in order to pluck the strings.

- You think she's been taught by Irene Dunnet?

- It's a thought.

- There's more than one classical guitar teacher in Melbourne.

- Yeah, actually, I have her photos here.

- Anything of interest in them?

- Nothing.

- Oh.

- No, actually nothing.

There's no people, no birds, there's no focus, There's nothing.

- [Peregrine] Maybe Suzie wasn't a good photographer.

- Yeah, maybe.

But if I had to guess, I'd say that these photos were taken by someone who just wanted to look like they were taking photos.

(mysterious music) - Please.

- I've never been in a police station.

Where do you keep the baddies?

- Prison.

(Suzie laughs) - Take a seat, Miss Lew.

You study classical guitar, Suzie?

- Yes, why?

- Have you ever had the teacher Irene Dunnet?

- I don't remember.

- Well, she disappeared.

Perhaps that jogs your memory.

- Yes?

Yes, maybe we did have her for a while.

- Irene Dunnet was Morris Dunnet's wife, this morning's victim.

But you said that you'd never heard the name Dunnet.

So why'd you lie?

- I didn't.

We just used to call her Irene.

- Did you ever come into contact with Morris Dunnet during your lessons?

- Hardly ever.

- What were you really doing at the river this morning?

- Taking photos, like I told you.

- Photos?

(slapping down photographs) Of nothing?

- It's a new camera.

I'm still learning.

(mysterious music) Now can I go?

- Even if she did only know her as Irene, her name was all over the papers during that trial.

- Right.

So is she lying about anything else?

- I don't know, but it's a connection to the victim.

What about this for a theory?

Suzie follows Morris around the river bend, and then Frank Quinn rows in on his skull, and they chloroform him together?

- But why bother with the chloroform?

'Cause Frank's a big guy.

He could overpower Morris without it.

- I don't know.

Oh, that's nice.

When did you get that?

- Today.

- It's not like you to splurge.

- No, it's a gift from Sally.

It's just a bit tight.

- Oh, that's very generous of her.

(tense music) - It's my birthday.

- Oh my goodness!

What are you doing here?

Why aren't you celebrating?

- I will be.

We're meeting some friends from the country later.

It's fine.

- Not only do I forget your birthday, but I feed you cereal!

Oh, you should go.

- Oh, Peregrine, it's fine.

This murder, it needs two brains.

Don't be silly.

- Well, it'll get them in the morning.

- [James] Mm!

- Go and have a wonderful time with your friends.

- I... - Happy birthday.

- Thank you.

(tense music) (Peregrine sighs) (Peregrine sighs) (mysterious music) (Peregrine gasps) - James, you still there?

- [James] Yeah.

- Tomorrow, bring your bathers.

(energetic rock music) ♪ Well when you move in right up close to me ♪ ♪ Yeah well that's when I get the shakes all over me ♪ (Peregrine moans) - Stuck on the bottom out in the middle.

Strong current out there.

- Is it the River Nymph?

- Yeah.

- Those drag marks.

- I think the murderer stole the dinghy to lure Morris around the bend.

- And then drown him.

♪ Shaking all over ♪ (energetic rock music) - Yes.

I'll just give you some...

Some space.

- The splinters of wood are angled upwards as if they've been pulled up rather than struck down.

- So what would they have used?

A a claw hammer?

- Something larger.

More like a long hook.

- Like a gaff?

- What's a gaff?

- Oh, actually, it's a long hawk.

Anglers use them.

- Abraham Sifu had one.

- Morris would be so cross!

- [Peregrine] With you?

- With me, the customers, the council.

When the councilman came to talk about redoing the hut, he flew into a rage.

- Sounds like Morris was quite territorial.

(mysterious music) - [Babs] Well, he only built it eight years ago.

- Miss Crawford, was there anything else?

- There was.

I remembered I'd seen one of those people from yesterday before.

- Who?

(mysterious music) (knocking on van) (dramatic music) - Ah, Detective Steed.

- I do so like it when young men come calling.

- Mrs. Holdstock.

Babs Crawford just informed us that you camped here a few weeks ago.

- Yes, I did.

- Yesterday you said you'd never been here before.

- I recall what I actually said was that I usually look for somewhere I haven't been before.

- Leading us to believe that it was your first time here.

- Really, Ms. Fisher, I can't be held responsible for what you believe.

(tea kettle whistling) Oops!

That's my kettle.

Toodeloo.

(curious music) (music fades) - You got any whiskey?

- Don't you?

- Not anymore.

- Underneath.

- Ya-ha!

- There's ice if you want it.

Or not.

Irene!

(mysterious music) Got you.

(dramatic music) - [James] Well, a fish didn't do that.

- I dropped it.

(James chuckles) - But I thought you took great care of your fishing gear.

- Well, mistakes happen.

- Oh, and there's this.

It's from the archives.

Mrs. Irene Dunnet at Q Methodist Church annual concert with church leader Abraham Sifu.

You lied about knowing the name Dunnet.

You were her pastor!

(brooding music) (Abraham chuckles) - To her doom and my shame.

Irene came to me and told me her husband had mistreated her.

I mean, she wanted to leave, but... (sighs) I told her marriage was a sacrament.

That it was her duty to endure, to forgive.

- So she stayed.

- She stayed.

She listened to my condescending arrogance and stayed, and he... (Abraham sighs) More than one innocent has suffered because of Morris Dunnet.

After that, I no longer trusted my calling.

And I left the church.

(mysterious music) - [James] "More than one innocent suffered."

- What does that mean?

- I thought that he was talking about himself, but now I wonder.

- So Abraham feels responsible that Irene stayed with Morris despite the violence.

That's a motive.

- Now, of course, he maintains that he was only fishing yesterday.

(Sparrow whistling) But I'm pretty certain it was his gaff that made that hole in the boat- - Who are you talking to, Steed?

- Just airing a theory to myself.

- First sign of madness, mate.

I thought that you were meeting us at the ice.

It was cooler than I thought.

(curious music) - Peregrine.

- Morris Dunnet's defense ran the line that Irene could have been murdered by one of her students.

"More than one innocent suffered."

(Suzie breathes deeply) Here you are.

- Thanks.

- You have a brother, don't you?

Emlyn.

Morris Dunt implicated him in Irene's disappearance.

He said that he caught Emlyn hanging around after his guitar lesson, that he was obsessed with her.

- With her music, not her.

He just loved to listen to her play.

People said that Emlyn was slow and stupid, but he was gentle.

A gentle soul.

(delicate music) - Was?

- After Mr. Dunnet accused Emlyn, people harassed him, called him terrible names, spat at him.

He was confused, terrified.

He stepped in front of a tram.

- Oh!

- We'd had lessons with Miss Quinn even before she got married, so Mr. Dunnet knew Emlyn.

He knew he was harmless.

He just picked on him because he knew he couldn't fight back.

- Come through now, please, Suzie.

(Suzie breathes deeply) (Peregrine sighs) (mysterious music) - Hang on!

What did you say Mrs. Dunnet's maiden name was?

- Yes, Irene was my sister.

- Why didn't you mention that Morris Dunnet was your brother-in-law?

- Because I don't want anything to do with that bastard.

He killed my beautiful sister, and I never even got to say goodbye.

- He was acquitted of her murder.

- Ah, he killed her.

Everyone knew it.

- And yesterday, somebody killed him.

- Good.

But it wasn't me.

I hadn't seen him in years.

And I was on the water the whole time.

But I tell you what, I'd like to buy a drink for whoever did him in.

- What makes you so sure he did it?

'Cause the jury didn't seem to think so.

- Because, Detective, I saw what he did to my sister.

(mysterious music) And I did everything I could to get her away from him.

But he got her in the end.

Like you always told her he would.

- Maybe Frank stole the boat, he hid it around the river bend, and then he and Suzie murdered Morris.

But then there's the gaff hole.

- [Peregrine] Hm.

- And Mrs. Holdstock swears that Frank stayed on the river and Suzie stayed near the caravan.

Peregrine?

- Why are we doing this?

- What?

- Morris Dunnet was an awful person.

He abused Irene for years, and then he killed her.

- He was- - Yes, I know, he was acquitted.

But there's the law, and then there's what happened, and they're not always the same.

Maybe Morris being killed is justice.

- It's not justice.

- Well he's not the type of victim that I stand for.

- Well unfortunately, Peregrine, I don't have the luxury of choosing which victims that I stand for.

(Birdie snores) - She's been working her way through the booze cabinet.

(Peregrine sighs) Okay, maybe Abraham and Frank did it together.

- Mm-hm.

- Or with Babs.

- Yeah, but why the chloroform?

Because two blokes, especially one the size of Abraham Sifu, could just easily overpower Morris.

- Just... - Doesn't make sense.

(both chuckle) (soft music) (watch rattles) - You and Sally seem very suited.

- Suited?

- Both country kids, hardworking, reliable, both a bit, you know.

- Conservative.

- Traditional.

- [Birdie] Boring!

(Birdie groans) (Peregrine chuckles) I prefer traditional, Birdie.

- Well... (clears throat) You're not gonna make me drink alone, are you?

- I think I'm fine.

- I'll have one.

Traditional country boy should be tucked up in bed at this hour.

- You in?

- You know, I think I can handle a couple of drinks.

(energetic music) ♪ Do you know what lovers say ♪ ♪ Do you know what lovers say ♪ ♪ Now I know ♪ Come on.

Who wants to dance?

♪ Now I know ♪ - How much has he had?

- That's his second.

(Peregrine laughs) - Birdie, come on!

Come on, Birdie!

- You've got to be joking.

- Absolutely I am no...

I'm not.

I'm not joking.

You are expected to dance with me to this exact song.

- Detective Steed, I dance in very specific circumstances, and I can assure you, not when I am this sad.

- Oh, go on.

- No.

- Birdie, that is exactly why you should dance.

(Birdie scoffs) (lively music) (James grunts) (Peregrine laughs) I'm okay.

(James and Peregrine laughing) Come on.

♪ Hey mambo ♪ ♪ Mambo Italiano ♪ - Fine!

Fine!

- Yeah!

(laughing) (singing in foreign language) That's it!

(Peregrine laughs) ♪ Hey mambo ♪ (Birdie shouts) (James laughs) (Peregrine laughing and clapping) Yeah!

(Peregrine laughing) (singing in foreign language) - [Peregrine] Go, Birdie!

- We need one more!

(singing in foreign language) - Oh, no.

- Come on.

Come on.

(singing in foreign language) (James laughing) (Peregrine hollers) (all hollering and laughing) (silence) (dishes clatters) (Percy gasps) (Percy sniffs) - Shepherd's pie!

Aren't you a delicious little sweetie?

But I'm afraid Steed has vamooshed.

- Oh.

Where?

- Your guess as good as mine.

- Right.

Well, nevermind.

- Chief Superintendent, you have this.

- Oh, no.

I could not possibly.

Well, well, oh well, only because I was raised to hate waste.

(Sally giggles) (Percy laughs) - He's a surprisingly good dancer for a policeman.

- He's not bad.

- A little less boring than I thought.

(gentle music) Maybe for a minute I was just a little less sad.

- Goodnight, Birdie.

- Goodnight, Peregrine.

- Oh, wait.

- It's not fair, Peregrine.

- No, it's not.

- And it probably wouldn't have worked.

Different people, different worlds, and...

Probably thrown him out after a month.

He could be such a pill, but... (Peregrine chuckles) (tender music) But maybe I would've held him to the end.

Now I'll never know.

And that really is not fair.

(melancholic music) (Peregrine sighs) (light music) ♪ Be mine ♪ ♪ For the rest of my life.

♪ ♪ I have put aside my foolish pride ♪ (James yawns) ♪ I'm begging you please ♪ ♪ Be mine ♪ (Peregrine sighs) ♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪ (birds squawking) (melancholic music) - [Peregrine] If you're not ready- - No, no.

The dead are not a possession to be kept close forever.

(Birdie sighs) It's time to let him go.

(Birdie sighs) (ashes rattling) (somber music) (urn tapping) (ashes rattling) (Peregrine sighs) - You two go on.

I'll just be a minute.

- Where did you hide the key to the booze cabinet?

Oh, that's very good.

- You still picked the lock though, didn't you?

- Of course.

- [Peregrine] Hi.

- Hello.

- Are you all right?

- You know, since I met Morris, I've barely left this river.

He never let me go anywhere.

Never wanted to leave the hut himself.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore.

- Whatever you want.

(Babs chuckles) - Oh, that's pretty groovy.

- That was a gift from Morris.

That's the only nice thing he's ever given me.

I thought about selling it, but it's probably a fake, isn't it?

(chuckles) Still, Mrs. Holdstock admired it, too, when she was here a few weeks ago.

Said it reminded her of someone she loved.

(mysterious music) (phone ringing) (James sighs) - Detective Steed.

- The newspaper, the one with the picture of Irene and Abraham, have you got it?

- Yeah.

Hang on.

Peregrine, last night... (breathes deeply) I didn't...

I didn't do anything?

- You were a perfect country boy.

- Hm.

I got it.

- Irene's wearing a ring.

Can you describe it for me?

- Sort of angular.

It's modern, central stone.

It's quite distinctive.

- Yes.

Yes, it is.

James, I know what happened.

Meet me at the boat hire.

(call disconnects) (dramatic music) (pigeon wings flapping) The reason that I've asked you all here today starts with you, Mrs. Holdstock.

- Me?

How thrilling.

- Peregrine?

- It was a coincidence that you camped here a few weeks ago, but when you met Babs, you straightaway noticed her very distinctive ring, a ring that you knew once belonged to Irene Dunnet.

And you knew that because you were her house cleaner, weren't you?

(tense music) - Peregrine?

(board cracking) - Morris Dunnet, the man who got away with Irene's murder, was carrying on his nasty ways with yet another vulnerable woman, so you got in touch with her grieving brother.

- What the hell are you doing?

(board cracks) - Her guilt stricken pastor.

And her devoted pupil, his own brother, was another one of Morris Dunnet's innocent victims.

Four people who all wanted to kill Morris Dunnet.

(suspenseful music) (boards clattering) On the day of the murder, Mr. Sifu, you arrived here early enough to steal a dinghy.

(dramatic music) (gaff stabbing) When Morris went to look for it, you followed him, Suzie, with your camera, to lure him towards the stolen boat.

(dramatic music) There was a risk that he might recognize you, but he hadn't seen you since you were 14.

Meanwhile, Abraham came back, and Frank rode in on his skull.

(dramatic music) (oars rowing) Mrs. Holdstock, you make your own cleaning products.

You knew how to make chloroform.

(dramatic music) (Morris gagging) The dinghy would sink downstream, nobody would know where Morris had sailed away to, and his body wouldn't be found until long after you'd all left.

And that would've happened if my friend Samuel hadn't hooked Morris's body while you were all still at the river.

(spade digging) - What are you digging for?

- I know what she's digging for.

- Morris built this shed eight years ago, right after Irene disappeared.

- God.

- Help me.

(spade digging) (somber music) (somber music continues) (bracelet rattling) - [Frank] This was Irene's.

- How did you know?

- A body that was never found, and a controlling man who lost his temper when the council threatened to knock down his shed.

- Thank you, dear.

- Can I remind you all that a human life has been taken?

- Quite right.

Someone has to pay.

I'm an old woman whose dicky heart will give out any day, so it seems fair that it be me.

- What?

- No.

- Ms. Holdstock, no!

- Years I spent watching that man abuse, beat, terrorize Irene.

I've always wished that I'd done something.

(sighs) And now I have.

I killed him.

- No, that's not how it works.

That is not justice.

- Oh, Detective!

Who here can look at what he did to her and not call it justice?

(somber music) (handcuffs rattling) (handcuffs ratchet) (somber music) - One cold case murder solved, and another tied up with a signed confession.

(claps) Good result.

- I don't think it's what happens, sir.

- Steed, you want some advice?

- Not really, no.

- You don't get many gift horses in this life, so when one trots up, be grateful, and don't look too closely at its teeth.

- Sally.

(Sally chuckles) - What's all that about?

- It's just work stuff.

Hey, look, I'm sorry.

It's all just sort of caught up with me lately.

- It's all right.

I know how your job can take over sometimes.

- Oh.

- Oh, I got you.

(both laughing) I've got a handkerchief somewhere.

- I've got mine.

That's fine.

- Where's your watch?

- No, I must have left it at home.

- Ah.

- Yeah.

(soft music) - [Peregrine] Sally, come on up.

(quirky music) - Sorry to drop by unannounced.

- No, not at all.

What can I do for you?

- I won't keep you.

It's just that Jim has misplaced the watch I gave him, and I wondered if he'd left it here last night.

- Oh, um... - Ah, there it is.

- We were working on a case.

- Of course.

Peregrine, I trust Jim.

We have a very close relationship.

In fact, has he mentioned that I'm selling my house and moving to Melbourne?

- No, but... Oh.

Wow.

How exciting.

- Isn't it?

I'll show myself out.

(upbeat music) ♪ About you.

♪ (Peregrine sighs) ♪ Oh yeah ♪ ♪ 'Bout how you could call on ♪ - What are you looking at?

♪ All of my loving ♪ ♪ And then said we were through ♪ (Peregrine puffs) - Pat Ainsley.

I still can't believe that you guys agreed to play a private party.

- Only for a mint bird like you.

(upbeat music) - He's rather attractive.

Would be a very pleasant way to forget about James.

- James who?

- [James] Peregrine.

- Oh!

I wasn't expecting to see you both.

- You threw my marriage proposal right back into my face!

- I just wanted to slow things down!

I didn't want to break up altogether.

- What is the difference?

(slams cymbal) (guests gasp) - You know, you're not a bad-looking woman in the lamplight.

- I want to ask a question to Samuel.

- Come on.

Go out with me.

- You impress my friends with a killer show tonight, and I will think about it.

(firework booms) (crowd screaming) - Sorry.

Excuse me.

(guests gasping) - Happy New Year!

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