♪ ♪ Lady Chalfont was poisoned.

♪ ♪ HARRY: Your father is a thief and a murderer!

(Robert grunts, others yelp) It was torture living at Marble Hall.

ELAINE: His grandmother destroyed him.

FREDERICK: Mrs.

Crace adopted me.

We will not allow you to damage her name.

In your book, Margaret Chalfont gets poisoned, but Miriam Crace died a natural death.

And what gave you that idea?

(groaning) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (computer keys clacking) Susan Ryeland?

Yes.

Jonathan Crace.

Hello.

Please.

Thanks.

Thank you for coming in.

Oh.

(door closes) Your email didn't suggest I had much choice.

Well, I thought we should meet as soon as possible.

I have an interest in Eliot.

And not just because I'm his uncle.

You need to understand that it's fallen on me to control the entire estate.

Books, films, TV, merchandise, media interest-- anything relating to the Tiny People.

And suddenly, you've come out of nowhere, asking questions about the family.

Ah, you've been talking to Frederick Turner.

And to Dr.

Lambert.

From what I understand, you seem to be encouraging my nephew to come up with scurrilous, and quite possibly defamatory, recollections of his childhood.

I, I think you'll find that defamatory and scurrilous mean the same thing.

If Eliot was unhappy, that's his problem.

It was a lovely place.

Most children would've been overjoyed to live at Marble Hall.

Not Eliot.

And as to your suggestion that there might have been something irregular about the way my mother died, you any idea how offensive that is?

It was Eliot who suggested that, not me.

Poisoned?

With a bottle of cough medicine?

Is that the general idea?

Dr.

Lambert signed the death certificate.

Mitral stenosis.

It wasn't unexpected.

Was Dr.

Lambert named in her will?

No.

But Eliot was.

She was as generous to him as she's always been.

You might like to know that that family home where he's now living was paid for entirely by her.

That doesn't invalidate his version of events.

I think he should be careful what he says.

And you should be careful before you repeat it.

Is that a threat?

I leave the threats to my lawyers.

♪ ♪ But you need to understand that, uh, it's a very delicate time for the estate.

Oh, yes, the, the deal with Netflix.

The chance to introduce the Tiny People to a whole new generation.

And to make $200 million along the way.

(knock at door) Come.

Ah, Roland.

(clears throat softly) This is Susan Ryeland-- she's working with Eliot.

Ah, nice to meet you.

Oh, and you.

Yes, I heard-- uh, Gillian said that she'd met you.

Have you invited Susan to the party?

No.

But of course, you're welcome to come.

A party?

20 years since my mother's death.

Ah.

I'll email you an invitation.

Roland, perhaps you could show Susan out.

(inhales) (softly): I am sorry about Uncle Jon.

Oh.

I mean, whatever you may think, this place isn't actually the evil empire and he isn't quite Darth Vader.

Even if he'd like to be.

Huh.

It's actually the most inspiring place to work.

The Tiny People, they're... Well, they're still adored by millions all over the world.

You know, I visit cancer wards and I see kids clutching the books as they're wheeled into chemo.

And you wouldn't believe the amount of, uh, letters, emails, I still get every week.

How long have you worked here?

Uh, six years-- and no, Eliot still hasn't forgiven me.

(chuckles) But you're in touch with Gillian?

Well, we try and look after him, you know.

He doesn't make it easy, though.

(chuckles) I don't suppose you fancy a spot of lunch, do you?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, that'll be good.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

You know Eliot still thinks your grandmother was a monster.

Oh, she was.

(construction machine running in background) This is where I like to go.

Just over here.

SUSAN: Oh, handy.

I only get half an hour.

Huh!

Darth Vader?

(chuckles) (Susan chuckles) To be fair, it's a super-busy time right now, with the Netflix deal, but the thing you have to understand about Uncle Jon is that the Tiny People are his whole life.

I mean, he was more or less running the estate when he was my age.

One time, um, Grandma threatened to sell the I.P.

to an outside company.

Nearly killed him.

Why would she want to do that?

No reason-- just, you know, to spite him.

Wow.

Mm-hmm.

Mm.

Eliot's right about Marble Hall.

It was a creepy, horrible place to grow up, and Miriam every bit as bad as he probably told you.

No, we are survivors, my sister Julia, Eliot, and me.

(chuckles) Where's Julia?

Mm, she's head of, uh, geography at a school in Pimlico.

Right.

Actually, you might meet her at the um, party.

If she comes.

So why have you and Eliot fallen out?

I mean, I mean, we haven't.

He just, he, um... He's not happy that I work for the estate, that's all.

He, he sees it as a betrayal.

(chuckles) Do you believe that your grandmother was murdered?

(chuckles) Wow, that's very direct.

Well, you've only got half an hour.

No.

I know that's what Eliot thinks, but he's wrong-- she died of a heart attack.

What, what about the medicine that Eliot stole from Dr.

Lambert's bag?

It was cough mixture, Susan, it was... It was, it was a fantasy.

A fantasy that was played out a few days before she died.

Okay, um, have you ever read "George's Marvelous Medicine"?

Roald Dahl, yeah, of course.

That's what we did.

We made a secret potion.

We wanted to kill the wicked witch, Eliot, Julia, and me.

♪ ♪ But it was make-believe.

And she never drank it.

Never went anywhere near her, so... (chuckles) Look, I... I love Eliot.

And I do, I want to help him.

But I'm sorry, Susan, I mean, he's leading you, literally, up the garden path.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (lock turns) What are you doing here, Eliot?

And how do you even know where I live?

Matthew Flynn told me.

And I have something I think you might like.

Well, you'd better come in.

(inhales, clears throat) Black, two sugars.

You look like you need it.

I had a bit of a night of it.

(exhales) (Hugo meows) Does your wife know where you are?

What makes you think Gillian gives a damn?

(sips) Mm.

I was at my club-- Boon's in Notting Hill.

It's where I go when I want to get away from her.

(Hugo meows) Right.

So what do you want?

I never thought of you as a cat lady.

(Hugo meows) Um... Eliot, do you have something for me?

'Cause I'm sure this isn't just a social visit.

Yes.

The next 10,000 words.

Thank you.

I'll have a look this afternoon.

Oh, I took your advice, by the way.

I went down to Marble Hall.

Oh, God, did I advise that?

Well, I thought it might be good to visit the scene of the crime, and I met Frederick Turner.

Mm.

Often wondered what he must have thought, being pensioned off as some sort of high-level tour guide.

Do you think it'll amuse him, turning up as a detective in your book?

Uncle Fred needs a laugh.

Did Achilles Vassilikos lose an eye in a car accident?

God, no, no-- he was blown up in the war.

You'll read about it in there.

Right.

You know, Uncle Fred never told the truth about the accident.

He was drunk.

How do you know that?

Well, I don't.

It's what we all believed, and he always did like a drink.

Will he be at the party?

Will you?

(inhales) I'm not sure.

I haven't decided yet.

Oh, I've been invited on the radio.

"Front Row."

Why?

Well, for the anniversary.

They want me to talk about Grandma.

But you're not gonna do it.

Why not?

Well... (chuckles) Well, Eliot, your book isn't out yet.

I mean, there's no point.

Well, what about advance publicity?

By the time it comes to publish your book, people will have forgotten.

And saying negative things about your grandmother really isn't gonna help you.

Oh, you sound just like my Uncle Jonathan.

Oh, I met him, too.

Well, you've been getting around.

You on his side?

There are no sides, Eliot.

This is all that matters.

♪ ♪ Please, Eliot, think very carefully before you go on the radio.

It's too late, Susan, I've already said yes.

(sighs) Well, then, be careful what you say.

When we come to publicize the book, it will really help that you're Miriam's grandson.

She still sells millions.

And whatever you think of her, you do not want to alienate her readers.

I'll do my very best not to.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, Susan.

I just want you to support me and believe in me.

No one else does.

(inhales, starts) (engine starts) Notting Hill, please.

♪ ♪ VASSILIKOS: Lady Chalfont was killed by aconitine.

But where did it come from?

The man we are going to see is called Giorgos Leonidas.

For 60 years, he's had a shop at the market at Kassiopi.

He collects and sells every herb on the island.

Even the most poisonous ones.

He, he may not wish to speak to us.

VASSILIKOS: It is said that aconitine is so poisonous that the ancient Greeks believed it was made with foam from the mouth of Cerberus.

PÜND: The dog that guarded the gates of hell.

But like all poisons, it has its medicinal uses.

Local farmers mix it with wine as an antidote to scorpion bites.

It is a common painkiller.

And there are some who even apply it to their scalp as a hair restorative.

Oh, Leonidas is 84 years old and speaks no English, so you'll have to leave this interrogation to me.

I am entirely in your hands, Police Lieutenant.

(chuckling) (people talking in background) (exhales heavily) (Vassilikos greeting in Greek) (responds) VASSILIKOS: LEONIDAS: VASSILIKOS: Mm.

VASSILIKOS: LEONIDAS: (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ You are not well?

(people talking in background) It's nothing-- I'm not used to the heat.

(lighter clicks) Was Mr.

Leonidas able to help you?

Yes.

He clearly remembers selling aconitine on the very morning that Lady Chalfont died.

Can he describe the person who purchased it?

Not exactly, no.

Leonidas says that the man who approached him spoke little Greek.

He was dressed in a white suit... (bell starts tolling) ...with sunglasses and a straw hat.

PÜND: To hide his identity.

VASSILIKOS: Possibly.

PÜND: Hm.

(bell continues) VASSILIKOS: Leonidas did notice that beneath the hat, the man had white hair.

(coins clink) (speaking Greek) ♪ ♪ It was also his opinion that the man was a doctor.

How did he come to that conclusion?

First, the man said he required the powder for a patient he was treating.

And?

He smelled of surgical spirit.

Ah.

(murmuring) That, that is interesting.

(people talking in background) Do we know at what time this mysterious gentleman visited the shop?

It was exactly 12:00.

Leonidas heard the church bell strike the hour.

Do you believe that the man who purchased the aconitine was Elmer Waysmith?

A foreigner with white hair.

It would seem most likely.

The road from here to Corfu Town is crowded and slow.

Would it be possible to make the journey in an hour?

It is difficult.

There is only the one road.

Animals, potholes.

And on market days, many vehicles.

I don't think he could have done it.

And yet Elmer Waysmith told us that he had lunch with his son at 1:00.

♪ ♪ ROBERT: Yes, we went to Votsalo, in the port, and it was definitely 1:00, 'cause my father hates unpunctuality.

Uh, we stayed there a couple of hours and then came back to the house.

Thank you, Maria.

(glasses clinking) Where, where is he now, your father?

Oh, he's with a client.

A man named Lucas Dorfman.

He lives on the island-- thank you.

Uh, he actually just bought rather a fine piece.

♪ ♪ Lucas, I think you'll be very happy.

It's a wonderful purchase.

Thank you.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (shutter clicks) (film advances) ELMER: Take care.

All right, easy does it.

Way through the back.

Careful.

Enjoy it.

(shutter clicks) (film advances) It's strange, no?

That your father has returned to work so soon after the death of his second wife?

That's Pa for you.

It was the same when my mother died.

You know she took her own life?

Your father told us, yes.

Well, uh... (lighter clicking) (inhales sharply) He was in Zurich with his business partner Erich Werner.

And they were in the middle of some business negotiation, so he didn't come home.

He left you alone?!

(scoffs) He didn't care about me.

I mean, work comes first with him, that's just how he is.

What was your father wearing when the two of you had lunch?

Why do you want to know that?

Just answer the question.

Uh... A blazer?

A lilac one, I think.

Uh, pleated trousers, loafers.

Was he carrying anything?

Such as?

A case, perhaps?

Why would he be carrying a case?

He'd just come straight from the house.

(chuckling) How was he that day?

I'm not sure what, what you mean, Mr.

Pünd.

His mood, the way he appeared.

You mean, did he look like someone who was planning to murder his wife?

(chuckling) (chuckles) No.

But then again, if he was, would I tell you?

You would protect a killer?

I would protect my family.

Of course I would.

But I don't need to protect my father.

No, he can look after himself.

JONATHAN: I hope you didn't give too much away when you spoke to Ms.

Ryeland.

I can assure you, I chose my words very carefully.

Why did you have lunch with her?

Hm.

I was doing my job.

Head of PR, that's what you made me, which means keeping a lid on this family's dirty little secrets.

We have no secrets.

(chuckling): Oh, really?

So Grandmother wasn't a bully?

Never made us dance to her own tune?

Didn't sleep with every single man that came anywhere near her?

We have no secrets from each other.

Your job is to protect us from the world.

That includes Susan Ryeland.

Believe me, she's trouble, Roland.

And not just because she's working with your idiot brother.

Eliot's not an idiot.

I'd say you've treated him like one.

It's certainly a bit late to be taking his side.

So why'd you invite her to the party, then?

I didn't really have much choice after you mentioned it in front of her.

Well, maybe it's not such a bad idea, keeping her on the inside, where we can see her.

We can see her easy enough.

The question is, can we control her?

(music playing softly in background) So, how's the book going?

"Pünd's Last Case"?

Let's just hope it is.

(chuckles) I thought you weren't gonna do any more.

I wasn't-- I've had quite enough of Alan Conway in my life, but what can I do?

I need the money.

So, Dave, do you read murder mysteries?

No, not really.

Probably too busy for books.

No.

(music continues, people talking in background) Um, I like films.

Oh!

Anything you can recommend?

Um... We saw the new "Alien" film last week.

SUSAN: Mm!

It was quite intense.

In space, no one can hear you scream.

(all chuckling) (phone vibrating) (exhales) I'm really sorry, um, I have to take this.

I, I won't be long, I'm sorry.

(vibration stops) I'm just having dinner.

Um, give me a minute?

I'm just going somewhere quiet.

So that's Dave!

He's quite shy.

I've noticed.

Don't judge him on your first meeting, Susan.

I'm not judging him.

He just doesn't say very much, that's all.

Well, he's different when you get to know him.

And he's very generous, and brilliant at his job.

What was it that you said he does for a living?

I've told you-- you don't even remember.

He's an investment fund manager.

No, no.

You didn't say that.

You just said he worked in finance.

Where did you meet him?

Online.

No way!

(laughs) Don't act so surprised, Susan.

Everybody does it.

I used a site called Engaged.

It's very good.

You should give it a go.

I've only just got back to the U.K., and it's only been a few weeks since Andreas, and anyway, I'm happy on my own.

Really?

Yes.

(door closes, keys jangle, dog barks in distance) (Hugo meows) (meows softly) (keys jangling) (meows) (meows) ♪ ♪ (chuckles) (murmuring) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (meows) ♪ ♪ (whimpers) (meows) (purring) (computer keys clacking) ♪ ♪ ELIOT: As the sun rose over the island of Corfu, Atticus Pünd and Detective Achilles Vassilikos seemed unable to agree on the truth.

(people talking in background) PÜND: Let us assume that you're correct, and it was indeed Elmer Waysmith who visited the Kassiopi market at 12:00.

That is what I believe.

Mm.

He appears for lunch with his son one hour later.

Not only has he traveled along a crowded road, he's also changed his appearance: the white suit, the hat.

Where would he have gone to do that?

(exhales) That's a good question.

But, um, it, it's one to which I, I may have an answer.

Hm?

Hotel Poseidon.

Where did you get this?

At the Villa Belmar.

It was on a table when the will was read.

And, and you see?

♪ ♪ VASSILIKOS: Well, well, well.

Yes, I remember him very well.

He had white hair-- barely spoke a word.

He took the room for two nights.

You are English, Mrs.

Androulakis?

(chuckling): Yes, I was born in London.

I came here as a tourist 30 years ago and ended up marrying a Greek, for my sins.

I think you've met my daughter.

The assistant to Mr.

Lambrose.

That's my Sofia.

It helped her, being bilingual.

She told me about poor Lady Chalfont.

Is that what this is all about?

Do you think somebody did her in?

The man with white hair, can you remember his name?

Oh, not offhand, but he'll have signed the register.

Let's see now.

Wednesday-- yes.

Here he is-- he took the room for two nights, Wednesday and Thursday.

Mr.

Ford.

John Ford.

Mm.

It's the name of an American film director, I believe.

A false name?

PÜND: It's written in capitals.

It's just eight letters.

Making it easier to disguise the handwriting.

But the color of the ink.

Mm?

Well, that is interesting.

Turquoise.

Same color used by Elmer Waysmith.

♪ ♪ Mrs.

Androulakis, can we see the room he stayed in?

Yes, I can take you up now.

Oh, and my name is Valerie.

Do please call me Val.

Everyone else does.

(exhales) I saw him two, three times.

Average height, white suit.

Not a particularly friendly sort.

He didn't say a word to me.

But he took the best room for two nights, so I'm not complaining.

(laughs) And here's a funny thing.

He didn't sleep in the bed.

And how do you know that?

Well, I make all the beds.

As well as doing the cooking, cleaning, and reception.

Ah.

You think I wouldn't notice?

Please.

(music playing in distance) (exhales) (people talking in background, music playing more loudly) This is your best room?

Absolutely, it is-- you won't find a better view in all Corfu.

And look here.

En suite toilet and shower.

Hm.

It is in every respect a charming room.

(chuckles) The man who stayed here.

He had luggage?

Yes.

A single case.

He was carrying it when he arrived.

You never spoke to him?

(chuckles): I did try.

I like to be friendly.

But I told you, he wasn't having any of it.

(panting softly) When... When did you last see him?

Well, that would've been Friday morning, about half past ten.

(inhales) I saw him go out wearing a white linen suit.

He also had sunglasses and a hat.

A Panama hat, I think.

(chuckles) Ah.

Did he return?

Well, he must have done, but I didn't see him.

(exhales) The next time I came up to the room, there was no sign of him.

(exhales) Ah.

The room was empty.

(Pünd exhales) VALERIE: The door was open and the key was on the table by the bed.

He left nothing behind?

No.

And as I told you, he hadn't slept in the bed.

Although he did take a shower.

Oh, no, I found an old newspaper in the waste bin.

"The New York Mail."

And a tin of shoe polish.

It was empty, under the bed.

Shoe polish?

Spats, I'm sure that was the name.

(exhales, murmurs) But I'm afraid I threw them both out.

(laughs) Spats-- I believe that is an American brand.

(exhales softly) (weakly): Spats, that's... Herr Pünd?

♪ ♪ (panting): Please, glass of water.

A glass of water!

Quickly!

(gasping) ♪ ♪ (music playing) (people talking in background) Are you feeling better?

Very much so, thank you.

I can call for a car.

Oh, no, no.

Sitting here in the shade, with the breeze.

I am much improved.

(music and conversations continue) (grunts) You are not well, Herr Pünd.

(sighs) How bad is it?

It's final.

I'm sorry.

I came here to Kerkyra because this was the home of my ancestors.

But you are German.

Did you receive your injuries in the war, Police Lieutenant?

Yes.

It was in April 1941.

I was serving on the Metaxas Line when the German XVIII Mountain Corps attacked.

My commander tried to surrender, but he was taken down by machine gun fire.

(sighs) And then a hand grenade was thrown into the tunnel where ten of us were concealed.

I am sorry.

Are you?

You invaded us.

I did not fight.

I was born in Germany, but I come from a family of Greek Jews.

I was a police officer in the '30s.

(chuckles) But I made the mistake of speaking out against the Nazis, and, uh, as a result, I spent the war in a prison camp.

I also was imprisoned.

Then our experiences are in some ways similar.

♪ ♪ (cigarette extinguishing) I must apologize, Herr Pünd.

It, it would appear that my experiences have informed the way that I have behaved towards you.

There's no need for an apology, my friend.

The war has cast a long shadow, and its darkness, it reaches us even now.

Huh?

This is the restaurant where Elmer Waysmith and his son had lunch on the day that Lady Chalfont died.

Hm.

Ah-hah.

This is the very table.

(chuckles) I think a light lunch in the shade will do us both good, do you not think?

I think that is an excellent idea.

(speaking Greek) Ah?

(speaking Greek) (speaking Greek) SAMIRA (on radio): You're listening to "Front Row" with me, Samira Ahmed.

This year marks the 20th anniversary of the death of one of the U.K.

's best-loved children's authors.

Miriam Crace was the inventor of "The Tiny People," the series of books about a miniature family who are devoted to helping "the bigguns," which is how they describe the rest of humanity.

Her grandson, Eliot Crace, is himself a published author, and he's with me now.

Welcome to "Front Row," Eliot.

Um, I imagine you had quite an unusual childhood.

Well, that's one word for it, Samira.

Well, Miriam was born in 1926.

Her father was a church organist, and apparently she got the idea for the Tiny People from an image in a stained-glass window.

And she was born colorblind, which is something not many people know.

Yeah, that's why all the illustrations in her books were in black and white.

She was married to Arthur Crace, a junior civil servant.

Do you have any memories of him?

Not really.

I was nine years old when he died.

(on computer): But Marble Hall was full of all these stuffed animals.

You know, taxidermy-- that was my granddad's hobby.

(on speaker): He would sit in one of the towers for hours, fiddling about with dead birds and things.

(Jonathan inhales) I think he only did it to get away from her.

You should've stopped this from happening.

How was I supposed to do that, Uncle Jon?

If you can't do your job, Roland, I'll find someone who can!

ELIOT: I was at school.

(sighs) I was actually bullied for being her grandson.

And there were times when I hated the Tiny People.

What does, what does he think he's doing?

(stammering): Is he doing this on purpose?

ELIOT (on radio): I mean, I know everyone loves the books, and they are great, and they sold tons of copies.

I'm just saying that it wasn't a lot of fun growing up with them.

As devious as ever.

ELIOT: And Grandma was always out there, you know, meeting famous people and going to film premieres and fancy hotels, and, while we were just waiting at home for her to come back.

SAMIRA: I'm sorry.

Um, you are a published author yourself.

Did you tell her you wanted to be a writer?

ELIOT: Yeah, yeah.

I did-- in fact, I showed her one of the first things I ever wrote.

Don't do it, Eliot.

ELIOT: It was a story called "Space Boy."

(grunts softly) She read it.

She didn't think it was any good at all.

Um, I mean, she more or less tore it to pieces in front of me.

Uh, but that was the way with her.

(on computer): She didn't hold back.

(sighs) SAMIRA: I'm sorry, um... It's, it's fairly clear your grandmother, then, didn't inspire you to become a murder mystery writer.

Well, actually, in a funny way, she did.

You see, everyone says that she died of a heart attack, but that's a lie.

What do you mean?

(exhales) The night she died, I saw someone going into her room.

And in the morning, she was dead.

She was poisoned.

No, no, no, no, no!

Little swine.

It's not true!

Of course it's not.

Eliot, you were only 12 years old when your grandmother died, and it was well-known that she had been ill for a long time.

Isn't it possible that you had more imagination than she gave you credit for?

I know what I saw, Samira.

Did you tell the police?

Oh, I couldn't.

Not then.

But things have changed.

My new novel is set in Corfu in 1955, but it's inspired by what I saw at Marble Hall, and I've put a secret message in it.

That's what Alan Conway used to do before he died.

(on computer): He hid things in his books-- anagrams and stuff like that.

And so I'm doing the same.

Do your publishers know this?

Nobody knows.

Well, except me and the person I saw.

♪ ♪ SAMIRA (on computer): Eliot Crace.

(on radio): Thank you for coming on "Front Row."

ELIOT: Thank you, Samira, it's been my pleasure.

(music resumes on radio) Something is wrong?

There is a very great deal that is wrong, Police Lieutenant.

Let us try to follow in the footsteps of Elmer Waysmith, if indeed it was he who had a room at the Poseidon Hotel, hm.

We know he leaves the hotel here, in Kerkyra, at half past ten, wearing a white linen suit and a hat.

♪ ♪ He buys the aconitine at 12:00 from the market in Kassiopi.

♪ ♪ (bell begins tolling) (bell rings) (bell rings) (coins clink, Leonidas speaks Greek) But just one hour later, he returns to Kerkyra, to this very restaurant, for lunch.

Robert, there you are.

Hello, Pa.

That was a silly update at the board today.

Uh... PÜND: And according to his son Robert, he's now wearing a lilac-colored jacket and carrying no suitcase.

(music continues) This raises two questions.

How did he get back from the market so quickly?

And what happened to the suitcase?

Yeah.

He returned to the Hotel Poseidon.

And he showered and changed his clothes.

We know that he had a suitcase when he arrived at the hotel, but somehow, between there and here, it disappeared.

(gulls calling, music continues) (people talking in background) I wonder.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (grunts) PÜND: Anything?

(grunts) Going to stink of fish for the rest of today.

My apologies.

Nothing more than I deserve.

Wait!

(grunts) There is something!

(exhales) (exclaims) It is exactly as we thought!

Well, come on, what's inside?

He changed his clothes just as you described.

Mm.

But we still don't know how he drove back so quickly.

(boat engine running, men talking in background) Perhaps he did not drive.

(men talking in background) ♪ ♪ Doesn't work.

Why would Elmer dump his suitcase in the bin?

Why not just drop it in the sea?

PÜND: That is a good question.

Hm.

And I have another.

Does the question have an answer?

Thought not-- go on.

Why the shoe polish?

(phone ringing) (sighs) Oh!

(ringing stops) Hi, Elaine.

ELAINE (on phone): Susan, I'm sorry to call you again.

It's about Eliot.

I'm with Gillian-- she's rather upset.

Can you come round?

SUSAN: I'm on my way.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) (crying): I don't know what to do.

I just don't know what to do.

Calm down, Gillian.

Yeah, it's gonna be all right.

Where's Eliot?

We had a fight and... He's not hurt you!

No, no.

He would never do anything like that.

(gasps softly) Tell her.

I love Eliot.

I do love him.

At least I, I try to.

(inhales) So what's happened?

I met someone.

(sniffles) I didn't want it to happen, but I couldn't stop myself.

And he found out?

He's known for a while.

He saw a text message on my phone.

(crying): It was so stupid.

(sniffles) I never wanted to hurt him, and I told him that it was over, but then, this morning, I took a test.

(breath trembling) You're pregnant?

(sniffles) (sniffles) (softly): Yeah.

But it's not his.

(exhales) Eliot can't have children.

We, we had spoken... (sniffles) ...about doing IVF, but... (exhales) You told him?

I had to, and now I'm so frightened, because he was, he was screaming at me and then he, he stormed off.

But that isn't, that isn't the, the worst of it.

Eliot has tried to kill himself twice before.

Oh, God!

GILLIAN: Yeah, and he, he took a knife.

And he took it with him, and he is gonna use it!

(sobbing) Thank you for coming.

Oh, yeah.

Has she told you who the father is?

I asked her-- she refuses to say.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for Eliot.

Where do you even start?

I think I know somewhere.

Bye.

Bye.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (rock music playing) SINGER: ♪ I just want you here ♪ Hi, can you help me?

I'm looking for Eliot Crace, and I wondered if he'd been in recently, or if anyone knows where I might find him.

Eliot?

He's upstairs.

Oh, he's here?

Yeah.

Can I go up?

Yeah, second floor.

Right, thanks.

(song continues) (people talking in background) (song continues) (breathes deeply) (softly): Eliot.

(song continues) (song ends, audience cheers) What are you doing here?

What does it look like?

I've just seen Gillian-- she told me what happened.

She's worried sick about you.

Oh!

Worried sick or morning sickness, what do you think?

Why did you take the knife?

She's afraid you're gonna use it on yourself.

(chuckling) No, Susan-- shall I tell you the truth?

(whispers): I was gonna use it on her.

That's what I was gonna do.

♪ ♪ "Murder writer murders wife."

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Great publicity.

Eliot.

ELIOT: What are you doing here?

You're my editor, not my therapist.

You've been creeping around, talking to Jonathan and, and Frederick and Gillian and bloody Roland.

Why don't you just stay out of my private life?

How can I stay out of your private life when you put half of it in your book?

Mm.

♪ ♪ Look, I'm sorry about what's happened, but this really isn't helping.

No, no, I'll tell you what's not helping.

You're not helping.

I don't want you in my life messing things up.

That is really unfair.

Life is unfair.

And if you had my life, you'd know that.

♪ ♪ Just get out of here.

Leave me alone!

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (door closes) (chamber music playing) (music continues) (people talking in background) (car doors closing, camera shutters clicking) (music continues) So you came!

I'm still not sure I want to be here.

Why not?

Everyone else is.

Anyway, I wasn't going to come without you.

How was Gillian?

She was much better when she heard that Eliot hadn't knifed himself.

Mm.

Part of me wonders if he wouldn't have been doing her a favor.

Don't say that.

Elaine Clover.

Susan Ryeland.

Thanks.

Mm.

Julia Crace.

(chamber music continues) (people talking in background) There you go.

Thank you very much.

Can I take that for you?

Thank you.

Excuse me.

You're Susan Ryeland.

Yes-- do we know each other?

(stammers) We haven't met, but I heard you give your name at reception.

I'm Julia Crace.

Eliot's sister!

You know I'm working on his book.

Yes, yeah.

He told me I was in it.

Uh, oh, well, um... (laughs): There's a character who's a doctor of archaeology, but she's called Judith, not Julia.

(chuckling): Oh, well, I... Thanks.

I suppose that's Eliot's little joke.

I teach geography at a state school in Pimlico.

Do the children know who you are?

(softly): Oh, God, no.

They're still crazy about Miriam's books.

The library has multiple copies.

On World Book Day, they come in dressed as the Tiny People.

(chuckles) I had to change my name in order to get a moment's peace.

Was Miriam really as unpleasant as Eliot makes out?

Oh, much worse.

It's only thanks to my brother Roland that the three of us survived.

Then why are you here?

I signed an NDA-- we all did.

ATTENDANT: Here you are, there's your ticket.

This is the only place I get to talk about what a cow she was.

MAN: How are you?

MAN: Good evening!

Can you hold this for me, please?

Thank you.

(people talking in background, chamber music playing) (music and conversations continue) FREDERICK: Good evening, Susan.

SUSAN: Oh, Frederick.

How nice to see you again.

And it's Brenda, isn't it?

I really enjoyed your tour.

I have to say, I didn't expect to see you here tonight.

Well, it's hard to keep me away.

I'm almost part of the family now.

They've adopted you, too?

(chuckles) Not quite.

(chuckling) You know, after we met, there was something I meant to ask you.

You said, when you were brought to Marble Hall, that you had a room in the eaves, not in the main part of the house.

Was that your choice?

Don't remember-- why do you want to know?

Well, it just seems strange that you were separated from everyone else, um... Wasn't strange.

I had a view of the stars.

I could hear the night owls.

It was a lovely, cozy room, and I couldn't have been happier.

Let's talk to, um, Dr.

Lambert.

Yes, that's a good idea.

(music and conversations continue) Dr.

Lambert.

How are you?

(music and conversations continue) Hello, Jonathan.

Susan.

I'm a little surprised you decided to show your face here.

(laughs) Well, you invited me.

Who is this?

JONATHAN: Susan Ryeland.

Uh, this is my wife, Leilah.

Oh.

You're the one working with Eliot.

Yes, that's right.

How's the book going?

I can't wait to read it.

(inhales) JONATHAN: You're not going to read it.

Why don't you get yourself another drink?

I haven't finished this one.

But you will.

(music and conversations continue) That broadcast on "Front Row" was a disgrace.

And what makes you think I had anything to do with it?

Didn't you?

I tried to talk Eliot out of it.

And before you ask, I had no idea what he was going to say.

Well, it's fortunate that, by and large, the media seem to be ignoring the whole thing.

They can recognize self-publicity when they see it.

Then why are you worried about it?

You're the one that should be worried.

(music ends) Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to make a speech.

(people talking and laughing in background) Can I talk to you, Susan?

Would you mind?

Yes, of course, you can talk to me, Leilah.

(Tiny People song playing in background) Not here, but soon.

Will you call me?

Yes, of course.

Soon.

Mm.

JONATHAN: Uh, excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

Good evening, um... SINGERS (on recording): ♪ We are the Tiny People ♪ First of all, I'd like to thank you all for coming.

This is both a happy and sad occasion.

(guests murmuring) 20 years since my mother's death.

But, uh, we can celebrate the fact that her legacy is still as strong as ever and that the Tiny People are still out there, saving us bigguns from our own worst mistakes.

(guests laughing) And they're going to be bigger than ever following the deal we're about to sign with Netflix.

(guests murmuring) Three seasons, 36 episodes.

(feedback squeaks) Ladies and gentlemen... (guests gasping) ...forgive the interruption, but I think we should toast to someone in the room.

Uh, a very special person, because they're the one who killed my grandma.

WOMAN: What?!

(guests groaning, murmuring) I can see them right now, and they did us all a favor.

(softly): Eliot, what are you doing?

You know who you are!

(feedback squeaking) Stop!

Now!

(feedback squeaking, guests exclaiming) MAN: Stop it!

JONATHAN: Stop!

Now!

(grunting) And when my book comes out... No, Eliot.

...everyone will know it, too!

Somebody, cut the mic!

Eliot, don't do this.

Oh, look.

(feedback squeaks) It's Susan Ryeland, my editor-- well, ex-editor, actually.

I'm firing her, because she's bloody use... What do you think you're doing?

You're drunk!

No, it's all right.

I'm gonna take care of him.

This is all your fault!

What?!

Security!

Get her out of here!

Jonathan, this has got nothing to do with me.

(softly): And Eliot, you either leave right now or I'll have you thrown out, as well.

(exclaiming) For God's sake.

(guests murmuring) ELAINE: Leave her alone!

It's all right, Elaine.

You have no right to do that!

Don't get involved-- get off!

JONATHAN: Um, don't let this spoil... Don't let this spoil your evening, ladies and gentlemen.

LEILAH: Eliot, are you okay?

I'm fine, ready to go home.

JONATHAN: More drinks!

What did you mean, Eliot?

What are you doing?!

JONATHAN: Let's have some music!

(chamber music starts) (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (music continues) That went well.

Where's Eliot?

I think he's left.

I'm going to find him.

(music continues) (sirens wailing in distance) (exhales) (lighter clicking) (exhales) (engine starts) (engine revving) (car accelerating) (gasps) (grunts) (click) ♪ ♪ I'm Detective Inspector Blakeney.

Why do you think an attempt has been made on the life of Eliot Crace?

CARTER: Excuse me, Mr.

Pünd?

I have an interest in a man called Elmer Waysmith.

Remain very still.

Either you or I or both of us are about to be shot.

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