(Alan) 'Sir Magnus pye was murdered
'two days after he returned to his home at pye hall.
'Oh, no, that's crap.
'Monday... Tuesday evening. The funeral.
'The burglary.
'There is nowhere more dangerous than an English village.
'Much better.
'And, in saxby-on-avon,
'everybody had a reason to wish sir Magnus dead.
'But which one of them was it? Who struck the fatal blow?
'Brent, the gardener?'
"you're worse than useless. I've had enough of you..."
- (Alan) '...Sir Magnus said.' - "What are you suggesting?
"That I didn't want to be fired, so I cut his head off?"
(Alan) 'Very snarky.
'But could there be another reason for the killing?
'What about the tragedy at the lake twelve years ago?
'Could it be that sir Magnus was responsible?'
"you never blamed him?"
(Alan) 'Pund. Very German accent.'
"if I say I did mr pund, would you accuse me of his murder?"
(Alan) 'Yes, I like that.
'And then there was the untimely death of Mary blakiston.
'Did her ex-husband want revenge?'
"you were no friend of sir Magnus."
"He took my wife and my family.
"He took everything I ever loved."
(Alan) 'There was no love lost
'between him and his sister Clarissa.'
"pye hall and all the land should've been mine."
(Alan) 'And as for his marriage, it was worse than mine.
"One day, I swear, I'll put a knife in you,
"and I won't care if I hang for it."
(Alan) 'That's it. Get all the suspects lined up,
'and then...
'That night, sir Magnus was alone.
'Darkness had fallen on saxby-on-avon.
'At pye hall, all was still.
'But in the grounds, a soft breeze rippled across the lake.
'The water was as cold and as black as death itself.
'And that night, indeed,
'the house was to be witness to murder.'
"I think you ought to leave."
(Gasps)
Huh-huh.
(♪ Theme music)
(Door opens)
Here we are. Your tea.
Thank you, James.
Did you see this?
Yes. Dreadful.
Poor lady mountbatten.
- I'm sorry? - Her car was stolen.
It says it was in the middle of Hyde park.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
That's not the story I meant. Here.
(James) "Baronet murdered."
(Pund) "Police were called to the village of saxby-on-avon
"following the death of sir Magnus pye,
"a wealthy local landowner and the owner of pye hall."
Sir Magnus pye.
- We don't know him, do we? - No,
but saxby-on-avon is the village the young lady came from.
Joy sanderling.
You introduced her to me recently.
Of course!
And Mary blakiston, the mother of her fiance,
also died at pye hall.
- She worked for sir Magnus. - Eh... quite a coincidence.
A coincidence? You think so?
I told miss sanderling that I could not help,
there was nothing I could do,
but what she asked me was rumour, innuendo.
A suspicion that Robert blakiston
might have played a part in his mother's death.
And does this make any difference?
Oh, yes.
This is murder.
And murder can be solved.
(James) So you think they're connected?
Mary blakiston and sir Magnus pye?
She was his housekeeper, so the answer is self-evident.
It's my belief there is no such thing as a coincidence.
Everything in life is part of a pattern,
and coincidence is simply the moment
when that pattern becomes briefly visible.
As such, it must be of great value to the detective.
It's something that I've written about.
Mm, your book.
"The landscape of criminal investigation".
I can't wait to read it.
The way things are going, you may end up having to write it.
(♪ Celeste: "Stop this flame")
♪ You'll never stop this flame
♪ I will never let you go
♪ well, who am I to say?
♪ Maybe by now you should know
♪ you got your somebody calling
♪ you think you're somebody, don't you?
♪ I think you're scared of keeping somebody close
♪ you'll never stop this flame
♪ I will never let you go ♪
(Car horn beeps)
Excuse me.
- Uh, what's happening here? - Roadworks.
Y... yeah. I... I sort of got that.
Um, it's just that I've been sitting here quite a while.
- There's lights. - Do they ever go green?
- They're green now. - (Car horn blares)
- Nobody's moving, though. - Yeah, I've noticed.
Come on!
(Car horn beeps)
(Chuckling)
- Hello, you! - Hi, Katie!
- Ah, this is a surprise! - I told you I was coming!
I know, but you actually turned up.
Oh!
Come on, come on in.
(Sighs)
- I'll put the kettle on. - Oh, great. Thanks.
Hey.
Uh, how's the room?
Perfect. Of course.
Sure you don't mind me staying?
Oh, no, no. I'm happy to see you.
It's just going to be us, though, I'm afraid.
- Oh, where's Gordon? - Uh, New York. At a conference.
New York! And you didn't want to go?
Oh, I couldn't get that much time off.
- What, from the garden centre? - Mm. They made me manager.
- I know. Congratulations. - Thank you.
Well, it's horticultural manager.
It's one under general manager.
- But you enjoy it. - Yeah, it keeps me busy.
Jack's in Amsterdam,
getting up to god knows what, and Daisy's with friends,
so it really is just me and you against the world.
Like we always were.
What do you mean?
Oh, when we were children.
Yeah, I saw the photo.
- Which photo? - In the bedroom.
Oh, that's just there because that's where it is.
- I didn't put it there. - Oh, I know.
It's funny, though, looking at it, though, isn't it?
We were inseparable.
- We were. - Until we separated.
I'm not sure that we did, did we?
Well, you in London, me here.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
I haven't really been in touch very much lately.
It's just that I've been so busy with the company
and now this business with Alan...
- No, I was sorry to hear that. - Yeah.
Look, I know you hate it, but do you mind if I smoke?
You never liked him, did you?
Oh, he was a complete pain in the arse.
Every dot, every comma...
I mean, I know a lot of authors are protective of their work,
but with Alan it was like I was trying to rewrite the Bible.
He took against me at our very first meeting,
so from then on, we only ever communicated by email.
So, are you here for the funeral?
No. That's next weekend.
I know it's gonna sound crazy,
but I'm here to look for the last chapter
of his new book, "magpie murders".
Is it missing?
Well, we don't even know if he wrote it,
but he certainly never sent it.
Now he's dead and we really need it,
or we could go out of business if we don't find it.
- Seriously? - Seriously. Yeah.
When did you last see him?
Oh, about two years ago, I think.
I used to bump into him in woodbridge.
He must have shown the book to someone.
Maybe he even gave someone a copy.
So, where are you gonna start?
Alan lived outside a village.
I'll start there.
(Church bells ringing)
(Sajid) I was a great fan of his books.
I have to say it was a terrible shock.
You found him.
On Sunday morning, yes.
It was horrible.
I'll never get that image out of my head.
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
How well did you know him?
Well, I'd been his solicitor for many years.
I acted for him when he bought Abbey grange
and of course in the matter of his divorce
from his wife, Melissa.
Did you know that he was ill?
No. He never mentioned it to me.
So you had no idea he was intending to kill himself?
Of course not.
Although...
What?
Well, he had decided to make a new will.
That was the reason I was there at the house.
Oh, so it wasn't social?
No, no, no. We didn't have that sort of relationship.
Right, right.
And the will?
Well, obviously I can't disclose any of the contents.
No. No, no, no. Of course.
I mean, I wouldn't dream of asking.
I was a great admirer of his work.
I've always loved a good murder story,
and Alan, well, he always kept you guessing right till the end.
- You've read all his books? - Oh, absolutely.
He told me he was going to base a character on me...
- Ah! - In the new book.
I'm very much looking forward to that.
(Chuckles)
And he would always sign a first edition for me and my wife.
That's the two of us there at a charity dinner.
Right.
I don't suppose he ever showed you the manuscripts
before they were finished?
If only. I'd have been honoured.
But, uh, no, he never really talked about his work.
And he didn't give you a copy or anything like that
- for safekeeping? - No.
Mr Khan...
I need to get into Abbey grange to find something.
Don't suppose you could help me?
I'm afraid I don't have a key,
and even if I did, I couldn't possibly let you in.
Although I understand his partner, James Taylor,
is in residence.
Permanently?
So I believe.
Abbey grange is a splendid house,
a remarkable place.
It will be hard to imagine it without Alan there.
Herr pund!
My dear detective inspector chubb.
It's a great pleasure to see you again.
- Mr Fraser. - Hello.
Oh, it still baffles me how you did it last time.
A dead body in a locked room, the key in the butter dish -
- it made no sense to me at all. - I was aware of that.
I can't imagine
what brings you to this neck of the woods a second time.
- Did you know sir Magnus? - No, we had never met,
but there was a housekeeper who also died in this place...
Mary blakiston. Yes.
Very unfortunate accident.
Well, it has been suggested to me
there might be more to her death than meets the eye.
Let me put your mind at rest, herr pund.
I looked into it myself, and it was absolutely straightforward.
She was vacuuming at the top of the stairs,
she tripped, and she fell.
And what of last night?
(Exhales) Come in.
The murder took place about nine o'clock last night.
Sir Magnus was decapitated.
So I see.
Now, the sword was taken from that suit of armour.
A single blow.
A lot of blood.
If you will forgive me, detective inspector,
could we perhaps begin at the beginning.
Let us go back to the first death.
What, you're still on about that housekeeper?
Was sir Magnus at home at the time when mrs blakiston died?
No, he was away on holiday with his wife, lady pye.
They got home two days after the funeral.
'An unpleasant surprise was awaiting them.'
I need a drink.
'Sir Magnus had a collection of Roman antiquities -
'but only two nights before,
'it turns out they'd been burgled.'
what the...
I don't believe it. It's all gone!
How did they get in?
I have no idea.
Mary blakiston should have been here.
How irritating of her to die.
- Oh, for god's sake! - I told you!
We should have come back.
Oh, I wouldn't go to a housekeeper's funeral.
Anyway, what difference would it have made?
We would have been here when this happened!
Well, where was Brent, hmm?
That's the question you should be asking. Hmm.
Dithering about in the garden.
Bloody useless.
Where was he?
(Pund) 'And what had been taken?'
a collection of Roman silver.
Coins and jewellery.
It was part of a treasure trove
that was actually found in the grounds.
It had been in the family for generations.
Sir Magnus did not attend the funeral of his housekeeper, huh?
I don't suppose they were close.
Oh, no. You... Actually, you'd be wrong there.
By all accounts, Mary blakiston was devoted to sir Magnus.
She thought the world of him.
And he was always very supportive
of her and her two sons.
In fact, he... He...
What's he doing?
What he does.
Ah...
Sir Magnus knew his killer.
How'd you work that one out?
From the position of both the door and the armour,
detective inspector, is evident
that sir Magnus was showing someone out of the house,
and they were behind him when the blow was struck.
It's funny you should say that.
Uh... follow me.
Sir Magnus's office is through here.
Now, from what we can work out,
sir Magnus met someone in here last night.
The ashes were still warm,
and a second chair had been brought over to the desk.
The safe.
Uh, that was open when the body was discovered.
Who discovered the body?
It was lady Frances pye.
She got home a quarter to eleven.
It was a nasty shock.
There's money in there,
and also bonds and certificates.
Yes, it's interesting, isn't it?
Looks as if nothing's been taken.
- Why the fire? - Why not?
It was not cold last night.
Let me see.
Oh!
Ha-ha! Here!
Here we are.
You see this, detective inspector?
- Blank. - There's no writing,
but this stain may be of interest.
- Coffee? - Or perhaps blood.
I suppose the question is whose blood?
That is also what I would like to know.
I'll look into it.
But if you're looking for really incriminating evidence,
take a look at this.
"You won't get away with it.
"The village was here before you,
"and it will be here after you've gone.
"Think again if you want to live here.
"Think again if you want to live."
- Unsigned. - And hand-delivered.
It's strange.
The envelope is hand-written, and yet the letter is typed.
Where's lady pye?
Upstairs in her room.
Her son is with her back from school.
- You want to talk to her? - Ay, if that is possible.
She's not exactly the grieving widow, mr pund.
Take care on the stairs.
This is where Mary blakiston...
Yes... fell down and broke her neck.
Unless she was pushed.
Mother,
when will I have to go back to school?
After the funeral, darling.
I don't like funerals.
Nobody does.
(Knock on door)
Yes?
Lady pye, um...
I wonder if we might have another word?
Really, detective inspector, we have been through all this.
This is Atticus pund.
He's a well-known investigator.
(Phone rings)
Will you take that, darling?
Whoever it is, tell them I'm not well.
The telephones don't work upstairs.
Nothing works in this house.
It's just one thing after another.
Oh, it must have been a great shock for you, lady pye.
To come home and find your husband's been decapitated?
You could say that, yes.
What can you tell us about last night?
Not very much.
I was in London.
You were also away when your housekeeper died.
Mary?
Well, she wasn't murdered. She fell down the stairs.
What could you possibly want to know about her?
Two violent deaths in the same house
in such a short space of time.
You do not consider there may have be a connection?
I can't say it had occurred to me.
What was the relationship
between your husband and mrs blakiston?
She was the housekeeper. There wasn't one!
Oh, are you expecting a visitor, lady pye?
Not unless it's a delivery.
I'll go down, if you'd like.
Oh, thank you, James.
If you want the truth,
Mary blakiston was a little obsessed with my husband.
She'd worked for him for twenty years.
She thought him a pillar of wisdom, a mentor,
someone who'd look after her.
And?
Well, of course he wasn't.
- (Susan) Hi. - Yes?
James Taylor?
Yes...
I'm Susan ryeland.
I worked with Alan Conway. I wondered if I could come in.
You sure you don't want anything?
No, I'm ok, thanks.
I can't believe I'm finally getting to meet you.
Alan often used to talk about you.
Ha!
Not that he ever had anything nice to say.
You were the, uh... Tricky editor,
the one who stood between him and his genius.
Ah.
He never mentioned you.
Mm.
Why doesn't that surprise me?
Alan was very private about that side of things.
He didn't even admit he was gay
till we'd been together a couple of years.
How did you meet?
Internet.
There's a website I used. Rent boys.
I charged three hundred quid an hour.
I hope that doesn't shock you.
Not at all.
He was still married at the time.
I was just a commodity,
and then, you know, one thing led to another, and...
And now you get everything.
Did Khan tell you that?
He mentioned that Alan was thinking of changing his will.
Ah... That's outrageous.
Whatever happened to client confidentiality?
He didn't say anything else.
Well, why should I deny it? Yes!
I get everything.
Do you think that's why I pushed Alan off the tower?
To stop him signing the new will?
I suppose I could have done that.
I'll show you if you like.
Sure.
They say on a clear day you can see as far as Norfolk.
There's nothing of interest the entire way.
You don't like living here?
Darling, I'm selling the moment I get probate.
I can't wait to get out.
Who lives there?
Jack white.
He's a property developer. Alan hated him.
Why?
He needed a reason?
I don't know.
Alan just took against him. Access. Hedges.
They used to fight for right of way on the drive.
This is where he was found.
Yeah.
He often came up here.
He liked the view.
It is a very low wall.
Too low.
(Gasping)
There you are, you see.
- Easy to lose your balance. - Mm.
Lucky I'm here.
I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I couldn't have pushed Alan off the tower.
I wasn't on the premises.
- Where were you? - London.
I was going out of my mind stuck here.
We were spending more and more time apart
until we decided... He decided
it was better not to be together at all.
Alan put you in his books.
Nice of you to notice.
Yes. I'm James Fraser, the thick assistant.
He did that to everyone, and not in a nice way.
He liked to play with people.
Actually, that's how it was for him.
Writing. It was all a game.
Have you read "magpie murders"?
He never let me read anything until he finished.
Had he finished?
Yeah, I saw a finished manuscript.
It's missing the last chapter.
Really?
The last chapter of a whodunit?
I can see why that might be a problem.
- That's why I'm here. - Well,
if it was anywhere, this is where it'll be.
Do you know the password to his computer?
"Cat up nudist". One word.
It's an anagram of Atticus pund.
(Laughs)
- Alan loved anagrams. - (Chuckles)
- That's funny. - What?
This is where he kept his notebooks,
but they don't seem to be here.
Has anyone else been in the room?
Only the police.
You know he only wrote his first drafts by hand.
- Yeah. - He liked expensive pens.
They're gone.
- The pens? - No, the notes.
Yeah, there's nothing on here either.
No files, nothing.
Maybe you should talk to Claire.
Claire Jenkins, his sister.
She used to help him with the manuscripts -
typing, photocopying.
Not sure she did anything on "magpie", though.
They had a falling out.
God.
Was there anyone Alan didn't argue with?
No.
And if someone really did push him off that tower, well,
put it this way, there'd have been plenty of volunteers.
Hmm!
- Bye, James. - Bye.
(Magpie squawking)
(Exhales)
(Lady pye) Mary blakiston had it all wrong.
My husband wasn't a Saint.
In fact, his behaviour towards the servants
was actually quite scandalous.
In what way?
Well, let's just say he had no sense of decorum.
Would you say the two of you were happily married, lady pye?
I've always thought marriage and happiness
to be mutually exclusive, detective inspector.
But that's just my opinion.
Lady pye, could you explain
why the safe in your late husband's study
should have been open?
He must have opened it.
Did anyone else know the combination?
No, it was just him.
There was also a letter that we found on his desk.
It would seem to be of a threatening nature.
Here.
"You won't get away with it.
"The village was here before you..." Ugh!
- This is about dingle Dell. - Dingle Dell?
It's part of the estate. A wild Meadow.
Magnus had no use for it,
so he was planning to build houses.
A lot of new houses.
Of course the village were up in arms.
He got quite a lot of these.
You have no idea who wrote them?
They didn't sign their name.
There was no-one person in the village
that was vocal in their opposition to this scheme?
Actually, there was.
You should talk to his twin sister, Clarissa pye.
- Yes? - (Pund) Miss pye?
Yes?
(Chuckles) My name is, um, Atticus pund.
I wonder if we might have a word?
Well, you better come in.
Dingle Dell is a much-loved part of the village, mr pund.
A precious resource.
Wild flowers, butterflies, wonderful birdlife.
To build houses on it would be an act of vandalism,
and I told Magnus that in no uncertain terms.
Did you write to him, miss pye?
I had no need to write. I told him to his face.
It must been strange
being on opposing sides, as it were, brother and sister.
Twin brother and sister.
Had I been born just five minutes earlier,
there would be no argument.
Why is that?
Because pye hall and all the land,
including dingle Dell, would have been mine!
Cake?
(Chuckles) Yeah.
Thank you.
- Hello. - Hello.
Excuse me, could you tell me something?
- Does this Meadow have a name? - I'm sorry?
- It's not called dingle Dell? - No.
I don't think it's called anything.
It's a lovely place, don't you think?
- Very peaceful. - Yes, it is.
- Enjoy it. - Thank you.
Yes?
- Are you Claire Jenkins? - Yes.
My name's Susan ryeland. I wonder if I might have a word?
Thank you.
I can't help you, I'm afraid.
I helped Alan with all eight of the Atticus pund novels.
I typed them for him.
I did the proof-reading, the binding and the copying.
But then he decided he didn't need me anymore.
Why was that?
I prefer not to talk about it.
So you never saw "magpie murders"?
No.
Did you know that he based a character on you?
No. What character would that be?
Um, the sister of sir Magnus pye,
the man who gets murdered.
Doesn't surprise me at all, really. He could be quite cruel.
What makes you think
that the portrait wasn't a flattering one?
Just assumed. Have you read it?
- Yes. - And?
Well...
Well, it... it's...
It's humorous.
I suppose that depends on your sense of humour.
I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, Claire.
Although it does make me wonder how close the two of you were.
You know, the fact that he didn't show it to you.
We were close... once.
But then?
After Alan became famous as a writer...
It was as if I didn't really know him anymore.
I thought success would make him happy.
It was what he'd always wanted.
But...
Do you know why he killed himself?
Do you know why he jumped off that tower?
It wasn't because he was sick.
It was Atticus pund.
What do you mean?
Atticus pund was never the book he wanted to write.
All that money, all that success.
The simple truth is... It drove him mad.
Miss ryeland!
Detective superintendent Locke, you can call me Susan.
Can I ask what you're doing here?
Can I ask if I need to tell you?
I've asked you a simple question, "Susan",
and I've asked it nicely.
Now, if I feel you're obstructing an officer
in the performance of his duty,
we can do this down at the station.
So, you're investigating Alan's death?
I didn't say that.
I'm trying to track down some missing pages from his last book
because without them I can't publish,
and if that happens, my entire company,
the staff I employ and fifteen years' hard work
will all go down the drain.
That's why I'm here.
You were visiting Claire Jenkins.
Yes, because she used to be his secretary.
She did all his typing for him. I thought she might have a copy.
- How about you? - Sorry?
If you're so sure Alan committed suicide,
why are you still investigating?
I'm not.
I'm here because miss Jenkins used to work
at Ipswich constabulary.
She was a police officer?
She was married to a police officer.
She used to work in hr.
Did you ever meet Alan Conway?
Yes.
You never mentioned that in London.
Locke and chubb.
That's you, isn't it? In three of the books.
He based a character on you.
The dim detective.
That's why you're so angry.
Now, you listen to me, miss ryeland.
I'm here because Claire's on her own,
and she just lost her brother in the worst circumstances,
all right?
Did you tell her of your suspicions?
That Conway didn't write that letter
or that someone forced him to write it?
- No. - Well, I'm glad to hear it.
Because this is the real world,
and I don't need some fancy... Editor from London
poncing around pretending to be some sort of private detective!
Now, you find your chapter
if that's really what you're here for,
but once you've done that...
You stay out of my way.
He was just so aggressive.
(Andreas) 'Why did you let him get to you?'
'well, because he did.'
- do you want me to come up? - 'Yes.'
- no, no. You can't. - 'I'll tell them I'm sick.'
no, no, Andreas.
'I'm not going to be staying much longer.
'There's nothing for me to do.'
- you didn't find the chapter. - 'No. Nothing.'
I'm missing you.
You've only been gone a day.
(Chuckles)
Locke hates me because I published Alan.
(Man clears throat)
'Alan turned him into a character or a caricature.'
and you know what's odd?
He seems to have hated being a successful writer.
'He treated it like some kind of unpleasant joke.'
it made him rich.
It didn't make him happy.
(Katie) Sue!
- Supper! - Ok. Coming.
That's Katie, so, um... I better go in.
'How is she?'
ooh, same as ever.
- 'I'll see you tomorrow.' - Give her my love.
- 'I will. Bye.' - Bye.
'Bye.'
she doesn't know.
- No. - You should tell her.
I can't.
You will forgive me for saying, mr patakis,
that Alan Conway's death could not have been more timely,
where you were concerned.
- I was lucky. - Hmm.
Here you go.
Cheque's in there.
Thank you.
Hey, got time for a quick one, vicar?
No, thank you. Must get back to my sermon.
Here you are.
Mm, thank you, James. Thank you.
Oop. Cheers.
Prost!
So...
How long do you think we'll be staying here for?
Your room is not to your liking?
Well, the bed's a bit lumpy, and as for the plumbing...
- You have no hot water? - Oh, I have some hot water,
just not enough.
I suppose I shouldn't complain.
It's nice to be out of London.
I'm surprised you haven't let miss sanderling
- know you're here. - Ah, yes, miss sanderling,
who first drew my attention to saxby-on-avon.
I have to ask myself, James,
if I had agreed to her request, might it have been possible
to prevent the death of sir Magnus pye?
So you do think the two are connected?
It's self-evident.
On the face of it,
three crimes may have taken place at pye hall,
one after the other.
Three?
First, Mary blakiston is threatened by her son, Robert.
Next day, she's found dead
at the bottom of a flight of stairs.
Do you think someone gave her a push?
Inspector chubb is of the opinion it was an accident.
But she may have been killed by Robert blakiston.
That is what the village believes,
and then, almost immediately after she's laid to rest,
there's a burglary.
A collection of ancient Roman silver is taken.
Quite a coincidence.
You know my views on coincidence.
Mm.
And then, having returned home
and discovered that he's been burgled,
sir Magnus pye is decapitated.
Well, he doesn't seem to have been short of enemies.
There's that dingle Dell business
and, uh, his wife didn't seem too keen on him.
Is it not strange how evil can find its roots so easily
in an English village?
A place of beauty and tranquillity...
And yet here it is.
I see it, as it were, converging from all sides,
and then at the end, when it can no longer be contained,
violence and death.
How did you get on?
I went to Abbey grange. Did you ever see it?
No, he never invited me to his home.
Oh, god! All those royalties.
He certainly put them to good use.
Abbey grange - that's a Sherlock Holmes short story.
Yeah, he renamed it.
I think he wanted to be more like conan Doyle.
- Uh, loved. - Revered.
This morning, you said he was miserable.
That didn't stop him having a high opinion of himself, though.
Well, anyway, you knew him before me. What was he like?
Well, as a teacher, I never used to see him that much.
The kids didn't like him.
- Because...? - Well, he was strict.
Yeah, Andreas didn't like him much either.
You haven't said anything about Andreas.
- How is he? - He's fine.
Was that it?
He's fine!
How long have you two been together now?
Oh... eugh! We're not together.
Well, not exactly.
I mean, we're, we're, we're, we're...
Loosely connected.
- You know that's not true. - We don't even live together!
Well, that's only cos you won't let him.
It's easier for him. The school gives him accommodation,
and, anyway, I'm miles away, so...
I swear I've never understood you, Susan.
I don't know why you can't just commit yourself.
Why would I want to?
Because it might make you happier.
I am happy!
Andreas is thinking about going back to crete.
- Since when? - He's fed up teaching.
He's thinking of buying a hotel with his cousin.
Well, you haven't mentioned this before.
- He only told me the other day. - What about you?
He wants me to go with him. (Laughs)
Well, you might enjoy crete.
Don't be ridiculous, Katie!
What would I do in crete? I've got a job.
Actually, we've got new investors,
- and they want me to be ceo. - You told me.
In your last email.
You only ever talk about work, never about yourself.
That is about myself!
I saw dad last week.
He was asking about you.
That's nice.
He wants to see you.
- Did he say that? - Mm.
He's not well, sue.
He's already had an aneurysm.
That could lead to a stroke.
Katie, please. I don't want to see him.
I'm sorry, but I don't.
Well, let's eat!
What do you want?
To speak to you.
You're not really here. Go away.
There are three possibilities, and only three possibilities,
that you have to consider.
The first is that Alan Conway slipped
and accidentally fell to his death.
But if that were the case,
how do you explain that his computer had been emptied
and his notebooks were gone?
There was, to be sure, another party involved.
Suicide, then.
But alone and at night, without first drinking alcohol,
and when he had sleeping pills at hand?
There was a letter.
You were told that it was a suicide letter,
and that is how you read it.
Perhaps you should read it again.
But if it wasn't an accident, and it wasn't suicide...
He argued with his neighbour.
He was about to change his will. He insulted his sister.
He left his wife for a young man.
Everyone who read Alan Conway loved him.
Everyone who met him did not.
- So... - Just three possibilities.
Consider the third.
Well, don't change the sheets.
I'll be back... If you'll have me.
Of course.
Come here. (Chuckles) Bye-bye.
(Pund) 'There are three possibilities
'and only three possibilities.'
(Charles) 'It's a suicide note.'
(Locke) 'Mr Conway had terminal cancer.'
(Claire) 'It's Atticus pund. Drove him mad.'
(James) 'If someone really did push him off that tower,
'there would have been plenty of volunteers.'
(pund) 'Everyone who read Alan Conway loved him.
'Everyone who met him did not.'
(Susan) 'There was a letter.'
(pund) 'You should read it again.'
Ah!
- He was murdered. - What?
Uh, Alan Conway. I've re-read the letter.
- Susan, I... - No. Look, look, look.
"By the time you read this, it will all be finished.
"I have achieved great success
"in a life that has gone on long enough."
Yes, he's telling me he's decided to kill himself.
No! No, no, no! No! No!
The book is finished.
It's his last book because he's dying.
He knows that, but he's accepted it.
That's all he's saying.
Well, that's one interpretation.
It's the only possibility.
No, what about this section here? Look.
"I have left you some notes with regard to my condition
"and to the decision I have made."
He had cancer.
Maybe the decision was not to have treatment.
He didn't need to kill himself. He was dead anyway.
So...
So, somebody killed him.
And don't you see?
It's his last novel, and everyone he knew was in it.
And that's why the last chapter was taken.
Because it reveals the secret.
The answer's in the book.
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