Tommy & Tuppence (2025) s01e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
1
Aunt Ada: Someone once said,
"All the world's a stage"
"And all the men and women
merely players."
♪
"They have their exits
and their entrances."
"And one man in his time
plays many parts."
And I would add that,
if you're not careful,
before you know it,
the show will be over.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Whistling ]
The curtain will come down,
and you will be left there
sitting in the dark, alone.
So treat life
like your best performance
because you never know
when it's going to end.
♪
All I'm asking is that you put
them back on the right shelf.
I mean,
there's a very clear system.
-[ Refrigerator door closes ]
-To your fridge.
-Yes.
-Are you mad?
It's like that time
Do you remember?
It's like that time
that you freaked out
'cause I put a teacup on a book.
-It's a totally valid reaction.
-Oh.
Don't even
Don't you even dare
I'm being s
-Don't do it!
-Oh! [ Laughs ]
That's it.
Forcible eviction time.
Get out of my flat!
Get! Out! My! Flat!
Get out my
I will throw you out
of the window.
-No, this way.
-[ Screaming ]
-Ohh.
-Oh, shit.
A-Ar
Archie St. Vincent.
This is Blunt's, isn't it?
Yeah. Yes.
P-Please do come in.
Thank you so much.
Ah, this is my raison d'etre.
Don't be silly, Archie.
I'm his fiancée Gilda.
Gilda Glen. I know.
I loved you in the Scottish play.
-Oh, thank you.
-Yes, thank you, Albert.
-Thanks, Albert.
-Oh, cheers, mate.
-Please do come through.
-Thank you.
Take a seat.
And would you like a cup of tea?
-Err, yes, please.
-Gilda: Earl Grey, please.
-[ Door closes ]
-What the fuck?
It's a precious family heirloom,
a South Sea pearl necklace
incredibly rare, worth thousands.
It's been stolen.
A present for the opening
of our show.
-We preview tomorrow night.
-Oh, "The Duchess of Malfi."
I've seen the posters.
That is actually my favourite
-revenge tragedy.
-Oh, a connoisseur.
I studied it at drama school.
Well it's not just any
"Duchess of Malfi."
-It's my own adaptation.
-Oh, wow.
I needed to get
back on the boards.
Theatre's always been
my first love.
But this is really about Gilda.
It's about, err,
reintroducing her to the world
after everything
she's been through.
She's worked so hard
on this production.
No. We both have.
So, when did you last see
the pearls?
In Gilda's dressing room.
I gave them to her this morning.
[ Sighs ]
Darling, it's beautiful.
Thank you.
I only wore them for a moment,
and then I took them off.
Far too terrified of losing them.
And they were taken from Gilda's
dressing room during rehearsals.
-The devils.
-Tommy: And why come to us?
Why not the police?
My agent put me on to you.
You reunited him
with his beloved pooch.
-Tuppence: Oh.
-Tommy: Ah.
And the police
wouldn't do anything
but give me an insurance number
and possibly leak the story
to the press.
But you two
well, you two can go in there,
-and you can make people talk.
-Gilda: We are doing a play
about corruption and betrayal,
after all.
It may even help with
our collective performances.
Very method.
I don't care
if it ruffles feathers.
Well, we can definitely do that.
So, do you think that it was one
of the other cast members
that, erm, stole the pearls?
Gilda: I don't like to think so.
But only the cast and crew
were present.
I thought we were like a family.
Perhaps I was mistaken.
So, we can expect you tomorrow?
We'll be there, first thing.
Thank you.
See you at the theatre.
-See you.
-Can I just say
you are a true legend.
Well, it's always nice
to meet a fan,
but even more so
to meet a fellow artist.
And we'll we'll do our best.
We'll get them.
-I promise.
-Thank you so much.
[ Door closes ]
Wh What?!
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Vehicles passing,
horns honking ]
♪
Wow. He's, erm
He's certainly very present.
Yeah, but, I mean, they're not
gonna put Gilda
-on the poster, are they?
-Why not?
Remember what I told
you last night?
You made me watch everything
Archie St. Vincent's
ever been in last night,
so it's a bit of a blur.
Gilda Glen was accused
of being a bully
on the set of her show
"Stalking the Dead."
Some of her bitchy e-mails
about the cast were leaked,
boom, she's dropped
from a mega movie franchise,
she hasn't worked since, but now,
Archie is resuscitating
her career.
It's just a true romance.
Noted.
♪
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
Seems you're not the only fan.
Tuppence: Oh, anything
for the selfie, I suppose.
Right, let me do the talking.
This is my world.
The stage door loves me.
[ Ringing ]
[ Door buzzes ]
Darling, hi.
Erm, we have an appointment
-with, erm, Mr. St. Vincent.
-[ Door closes ]
Sign in.
Okay.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Whispering ]
Theatre bod to theatre bod,
you don't know anything
about this missing
pearl necklace, do you?
[ Whispering ]
Only that I didn't take it.
-Any more inane questions?
-[ Microwave beeping ]
Mary: It's alright, Marvin.
They're with me.
I'm the Assistant Director
Mary.
Archie asked me
to show you around.
Oi, did you get that post
that arrived for you yesterday?
Should be theatre business only.
Yep. Sorry.
Won't happen again.
I'll come get you.
I'm also stage manager
and techie,
so I know everyone's schedules
if that's helpful.
Yes. Very.
Erm, was everyone here yesterday
when the necklace was stolen?
Yeah, but, erm No offence.
We're not a bunch of thieve.
Now, Archie's really upset
the group here
and on the most stressful day
ever.
It's dress rehearsal in an hour,
and we open tonight.
Right, but everyone was
getting along before today?
Interesting how Gilda gets
a priceless pearl necklace
for a present
while the rest of us
get some budget soap.
My God, he hasn't given
her enough, already.
-What do you mean?
-No one would risk
throwing away a break like this
on some jewellery.
We do this for the love,
not the money.
But the pearls are priceless.
Look, I've got a ton to do.
This is a totally new script
to learn for tonight, yeah?
And do you know
how hard it is to get a job
in this industry at the moment?
We all know how lucky we are.
But I'm no nepo baby.
I went above and beyond
to get this job.
No one's about
to screw up this opportunity
for Gilda's bloody necklace.
Miranda:
Well, just Google her, darling.
She's hardly sought after,
is she?
Still, I suppose that's why
you marry somebody
much older
and much more powerful.
Ouch.
If the dress fits.
Did you notice anyone unusual?
Err, someone who shouldn't have
been in the theatre?
You've met Marvin, right?
No one's getting past him.
[ Chuckles ]
So, who would take it,
in your opinion?
[ Scoffs ]
It's a prank if you ask me.
Maybe someone
is messing with Archie.
Who would wanna do that?
Or he's messing with us.
Look, sorry, how long have
you guys been doing this for?
Well, I'm actually an actress
first, but this is my new role.
But we have solved a very
high-profile murder case
-um, once before
-Yeah.
Sure.
Oh, good. You two are here.
Archie will be so pleased.
Err, Mary, babe,
can you get me my usual?
Matcha chai latte.
Like now?
Yeah, I'll I'll pop out
and get you one.
It'll be waiting
in the dressing room.
-Archie's that way.
-Tommy: Thanks.
[ Door closes ]
How dare you do this?
After everything
I've done for you,
you have the nerve
to throw this stunt in my face?!
This flimsy piece of paper?
You don't want to mess with me
and my audience, Archie.
Calm down, Bevington.
It's a standard agreement.
It's nothing personal.
You can't cut me out now.
You're gonna regret this.
Bevington?
Ah, just the duo
I was looking for.
I'm sorry about that.
Omar and I go way back.
Is that the Omar Bevington,
the famous theatre critic?
Yeah, he's the only voice
that matters to most artists.
He's covering the show.
It's press we sorely need.
But he took his questions
too far or?
He just needed reminding that
certain subjects are off limits.
Respectful boundaries
are so important these days.
Don't you think?
Anyway, we have more important
matters to discuss.
Yes, we have some promising
leads on the necklace.
You know, I really think
you need to keep looking at
the younger members of the team.
I mean, life is so hard
to afford right now.
-[ Static hisses ]
-Mary: That's a call
for Archie St. Vincent
to the stage, please.
Stick around.
Stay close.
♪
It may be I will join with thee
in a most just revenge.
-[ Whispering ] So exciting!
-Shh!
Sure I did hear a woman shriek.
And the sound came,
if I received it right,
from the Duchess' lodgings.
There's some stratagem
in confining all our courtiers
to their several wards.
Antonio.
-Antonio.
-Ssega, that's your cue. Ssega?
Ssega: Sorry, sorry.
S-Sorry. Sorry.
It's the dress rehearsal,
Miranda!
Sorry, I-I don't have my sword.
-I'll be right back.
-Archie: Gee.
[ Sighs heavily ]
♪
Come on, Ssega!
We don't have time for this!
-[ Lid clinks, bottle thuds ]
-[ Groans ]
Shall we just skip forward?
Yes, great idea.
[ Sighs heavily ]
The murder of the Duchess, everyone.
We'll go from there!
Places!
Oh, this show will be
the death of me.
She stirs.
Here's life.
Return, fair soul,
from darkness
and lead mine
out of this sensible hell.
She's warm.
She breathes.
Upon thy pale lips,
I will melt my heart.
To store them with fresh
[ Gasps ]
-To [ Gasps ]
-Archie?
To store them with fresh colour.
-[ Gasps ]
-Is it your allergy?
-[ Gasps ]
-Get water! Get water, quickly!
Uh Shit, he's not
he's not acting.
Archie: [ Coughs, gasps ]
-Get his EpiPen!
-Archie: [ Coughs ]
Miranda: Here, darling.
Here it is.
-Call an ambulance.
-Yeah.
-Archie: [ Coughs, gasps ]
-It's all okay.
They're here.
It's all okay, darling.
[ Gasping ]
-Are you okay, Archie?
-Tommy: I need an ambulance
to the Health Empire.
Someone's had a severe
allergic reaction.
-It's not working.
-Try the other one.
There's another one right
Archie: [ Gasping ]
-[ Coughs ]
-The a-ambulance is coming.
Gilda: It's okay.
Darling
It's not fucking working.
It's not working! Please help!
Help me!
Please help me!
It's not working!
♪
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Radio beeping ]
Damn. Archie St. Vincent.
Loved him in the Scottish play.
Do you mean "Macbeth?"
What? What did I say?
Well if it isn't Hampstead's
answer to "Hot Fuzz."
You know, you two
shouldn't make a habit
of turning up at crime scenes.
Doesn't look good.
-Is this a crime scene?
-DI Merriot: No comment.
But more often than not,
anaphylaxis is accidental.
Now leave, don't come back,
or I will take out
a restraining order.
We'll need this area cordoned off
and the whole place on lockdown.
Okay.
Do you think
this was an accident?
No chance.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
[ Whispering ]
The weird thing is, right,
if this was murder,
then it was probably
one of these guys that did it.
[ Whispering ] Yeah, we need
to get back into the theatre.
Tommy: Mm.
If the police don't think
it's a murder,
they might miss something.
♪
Marvin?
-Marvin?
-Marvin: Hmm?
Do you fancy another drink?
Yeah, mm.
-Tommy: Lager?
-Marvin: Mm.
Tommy: Cool.
-[ Indistinct singing ]
-[ Keys jingling ]
-Tuppence: Put your arm in.
-I'm okay. I'm okay.
-Are you alright?
-[ Door closes ]
-[ Indistinct singing ]
-Tuppence: [ Laughs ]
-Tommy: [ Laughs ]
-Marvin: Oh!
Go on. Go on. Careful, careful.
There we go. There we go.
-Hey, you know what?
-What?
At first, I thought,
"Who are these prats?"
Okay.
Do you know what?
You're okay.
-[ Laughter ]
-Thanks.
-Shh.
-[ Both laugh ]
[ Whispering ]
Good night, my sweet Prince.
[ Smooches ]
Marvin: [ Groans ]
♪
[ Whispering ] What was that?
[ Whispering ]
Gilda's dressing room.
Slowly, slowly.
[ Door creaks ]
Okay.
That's weird.
Do you think Gilda
left that open?
Tommy: Or did someone break in?
Tuppence: Oh, shit.
♪
Okay, what are we looking for?
Wait, I have an idea.
The police took that water bottle
and the protein bar wrapper, right?
-Yeah, yeah.
-But what if the nuts
were concealed somewhere
a little harder to trace?
Okay, like what?
What are you thinking?
What about the lipstick
Gilda was wearing?
Upon thy pale lips,
I will melt my heart.
Tommy: Here, look.
There's something oily
on the floor.
Oh, my God do you think
that's peanut oil?
Tommy, that's horrific.
But did Gilda
plant the nut oil herself or
Or did someone use her
to kill Archie?
-We'll take this to Draper.
-Tuppence: Yeah, okay.
-Err, okay, so
-Yeah, yeah.
Right.
-Is that a sandwich bag?
-Yeah.
Okay. Come on. Hurry up.
Let's just get out of here, okay?
Let's find Archie's
dressing room.
It's just creeping me out.
[ Door creaks ]
Looks like someone got here
before we did.
They left something behind.
Tuppence: Grab it.
Let's just go.
♪
[ Tablet fizzes ]
So, this is what Omar and Archie
were arguing about.
Tuppence: Mm.
Yeah, but why does Archie need
a non-disclosure agreement
for Omar?
Maybe
Maybe Omar was about to reveal
something pretty shocking.
Do you remember what
Archie said about boundaries?
But it was left behind
by the intruder.
So whatever was taken
is the real clue.
Look, I
I think I saw an envelope
-in the drawer earlier.
-Same.
So whoever took it must have
snuck in just before us
-through Gilda's window.
-Mm.
Okay, think. [ Sighs ]
Who was still in the bar
when we left?
[ Scoffs ]
I don't know.
I feel like they'd all gone.
God, Marvin can really drink.
Well, whoever it is,
we missed them.
But we got this.
Yeah.
And if it's the murder weapon,
it was worth it.
I should get this to Draper.
-Testing could take time.
-[ Chuckles ]
Go and see your groupie?
-[ Stammers ]
-[ Chuckles ]
I'm gonna start on the wall,
and then you can rearrange it
when you get back.
[ Both chuckle ]
♪
-[ Knock on door ]
-[ Door opens ]
Sarge, a Tommy Beresford for you.
Thanks, Celia.
[ Telephone ringing ]
-H-Hello.
-Hi. Erm
-[ Door closes ]
-Tommy: We've got a theory
that, erm,
the nuts that killed Archie
were planted in Gilda's lipstick.
DS Draper: Oh, my God.
-Nasty.
-Tommy: Yeah.
Okay. Thanks. I'll look into it.
And, erm
I'm not gonna ask
how you got this.
-Thanks.
-[ Both chuckle ]
Oh, and if we're
like, if we're right,
-could you maybe let us know?
-[ Door opens ]
-[ Footsteps approaching ]
-[ Door closes ]
Hide. Hide.
-Tommy: Okay.
-Erm, just in there.
[ Clears throat ]
Go home, Draper.
Even I've got more of a life
than you.
[ Both chuckle ]
-What's that?
-Oh, it's, erm,
just being sent off for testing
for the Archie St. Vincent case.
Uniform forgot to file it.
It's in a sandwich bag.
Just budget cuts.
-Oh.
-[ Bag thuds ]
Bye-bye, Billy no mates.
Bye.
DI Merriot: Sad, sad, sad.
[ Door closes ]
Okay.
Erm
I should probably shoot off
before she chucks me in a cell.
I'll need your number.
If I'm gonna, err, text you
just about the lipstick.
-Oh, yeah, of course.
-I'll, err Shit.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Pen scratching ]
-Night, Draper.
-DS Draper: Night.
♪
[ Door closes ]
♪
I'm not that sad.
-[ Indistinct conversations ]
-[ Laughter ]
Bit of a hard one, this,
but how many weeks does it take
to ask out your flat mate
before it becomes impossible?
Bonus points if you can name
the flat mates in question.
Right, next round
is musical theatre.
-Okay, recap.
-Yes.
So, we have Ssega,
our stressed-out ingenue.
Mm-hmm. Clearly desperate
for his big break,
but it looked like
the pressure was getting to him.
-Mm-hmm.
-Is that motive enough
-for murder?
-Hmm.
Then we have our wardrobe
mistress Miranda.
She seems resentful of Gilda.
But would she go this far
to sabotage her?
Mm. Maybe.
-Multitasker Mary?
-She had access to Gilda's
-dressing room.
-No, but everyone had access.
Hence, the stolen pearls.
-True. Very true.
-Yeah.
Omar?
Right, he's definitely angry.
He'd being asked to sign an NDA.
Mm-hmm.
With Archie out of the way,
he can print what he likes.
Why would Archie
want to silence Omar?
God knows.
We mustn't forget that Gilda
might have been
the murder weapon.
Yes! God, that is mad.
And maybe the murderer?
Hmm.
But they just
[ Sighs ] I don't know.
[ Sighs ] They just seem
so genuinely in love.
Yeah, but people do that,
though, don't they?
What?
Lie to themselves.
-Oh.
-[ Both laugh ]
Go.
-The last dumpling?
-You have it.
No. [ Chuckles ]
It's all yours.
Chivalrous to the core.
Tuppence, would you ever wanna
[ Cellphone vibrates, dings ]
♪
[ Cellphone thuds ]
Hmm?
What were you gonna say?
It can wait.
We've got a murderer to catch.
Come on.
Erm, right.
[ Papers rustling ]
I'm gonna start putting these
on the board.
And tomorrow
we need to sound out Gilda.
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Tommy: Can you think of anyone
that would want to hurt Archie?
Gilda: You think this was
planned, that he was killed?
We can't rule it out.
[ Sighs ]
I was wondering about that.
I mean, we were all
so careful with his allergy.
He wasn't the only one
on the team who had one.
I suppose I just didn't
want to admit it to myself.
We think that your lipstick
may have been tampered with.
What?
That's horrific.
Wait, so, you're saying,
whoever planned this
made me do it?
So they hate me, too?
Can you think of anyone
that would do such a thing?
Sadly, there's a lot of people
who hate me, but I
I didn't think
they were so close by.
I thought that, err,
everybody felt like family.
Clearly a very dysfunctional one.
Is there anything you can think
of that could help us?
Maybe there was something.
This was his sacred space.
No one was allowed in here.
Not even me.
[ Birds chirping ]
What will you do
without the show?
A few years ago,
I was about to break America.
Instead, I haven't worked
for the last two years.
-Archie saved me.
-How?
We hadn't been going out for long
when those embarrassing emails
were leaked,
but he stood by me
even when my agent dropped me.
"The Duchess of Malfi" was
supposed to be my big comeback.
Oh, the other day, I heard him
in here arguing with someone.
I asked him about it later.
He wouldn't tell me who it was
or what is was about.
I'm sorry.
I can't tell you more than that.
I I just thought it was odd.
[ Doorbell rings ]
I'll be right back.
[ Whispering ]
Tommy, look around.
Yeah. Okay, err
♪
-Tommy?
-Tommy: Hmm?
Come and look at this.
I think I know what that
argument was about.
Look.
-Omar: Gilda
-Gilda: I've had enough of this.
-Omar: Gilda, I'm just trying
-Is that Omar?
Omar: To help you here.
Come on. Go.
[ Scoffs ] Well, you can't keep
ignoring the truth.
Get off my doorstep.
[ Door slams ]
We should get going.
Well, come back any time.
We'll, er We'll do everything
that we can to help.
-[ Door closes ]
-Mr. Bevington!
The detectives, right?
Rumour is that you two
think it's murder.
Client confidentiality.
Even after they're dead.
Sort of like an NDA.
[ Chuckling ] Oh, please.
That little spat?
It was nothing.
A desperate man
trying to hold back the tide.
-About what exactly?
-You'll have to read my piece
and find out.
Well, let's just say
Archie isn't the only skeleton
in the closet.
-That was a bit tasteless.
-Much like that scarf.
So, is that what you're
doing here then?
Warning Gilda
about your poison piece?
I was giving
some respectful forewarning.
But, as usual,
Gilda doesn't want to know.
She always was very good
at turning
a blind eye to the obvious.
But then again,
she is in the business
of deception, is she not?
[ Sighs ] Sorry, but what
a colossal bell-end.
Not all actors are deceptive,
thank you very much.
Well, Archie definitely was.
He wouldn't tell Gilda
who was in his "sacred space."
Yeah, look, anyway, look at this.
Tommy: Mm.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
All the lines that are cut
-they're Ssega's.
-Yeah.
Do you think he's the one
that Archie was arguing with?
-We need to find him.
-Yeah.
♪
Didn't expect to see
you two again.
Aren't the pearls sort of
old news now?
Yes, they are.
We believe we're investigating
a murder now.
Ssega, why was this in Archie's
out-of-bounds study?
Because he was working on
some rewrites.
-How am I supposed to know?
-Oh, come on. It's your script.
All the lines that are cut
were yours.
He seems like he was
a hard man to impress.
I noticed yesterday,
during rehearsal, that
he wasn't particularly kind
to you.
He was
impossible.
He pushed you too far.
What, and so I killed him
with peanuts?
Look, we all needed that show.
Without that job, I'm back to
the out-of-work-actor hustle,
and it sucks.
So, no, I didn't kill him.
Last night,
when you finished drinking here,
where did you go?
I, err I crashed at Mary's.
I'm between flat shares.
She put me up for the night.
And you both stayed there?
All night?
Like I said, I'm busy.
Man: Pint of lager, please.
Ssega: Just that? Cool.
Tuppence:
Not exactly forthcoming.
Tommy: Mm.
We need to check that alibi
from last night.
Well, luckily,
we can check it now.
Mary, let me give you a hand.
Oh, thanks.
-Hi.
-Can we ask you something?
Last night,
what time did you leave the bar?
Err, I left with Ssega
a bit before 8:00?
-Did you go straight home?
-Yeah, I live close by.
It's a total shit pit,
but it's good for work.
Thanks, Mary.
I'm sorry I can't be more useful.
Just still in shock, you know?
Archie was so incredible.
An inspiration, really.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about the play.
No, I'm lucky.
I've found a new job.
I'm guessing they're not
gonna get that selfie now, eh?
With Archie? No.
It's a bit much, isn't it?
Groupies and crying fans.
Except my mum
was one of those groupies.
It's about love, really.
Yeah, no, totally get it.
Thanks.
Wait.
Last night, Miranda
I saw her hanging around
the theatre after we left.
If that helps.
[ Sighs ]
Everyone has a means.
No one has a motive.
It is driving me nuts.
[ Laughs ]
Ugh!
It's time to call in
the big guns.
[ Soft dance music playing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
Oh.
Oh, go on.
Two left feet. Watch yourself.
-Consider me warned.
-[ Chuckles ]
Though I was a prima ballerina
back in my day.
Impressive.
You haven't seen anything yet.
♪
Now, most times out of 10,
you can trick someone
into letting you
in a locked door.
But other times, you need
a little helping hand.
That's it. Nearly, nearly.
But if you have
a deadlock situation,
then a cheeky blowtorch
is always useful
as I found whilst trying
to sneak into that embassy
in Luxembourg in '85.
[ Gasps ] God. Jesus, Ada!
Sorry, Packford. My mistake.
Tommy: Didn't think
you made mistakes.
Yes.
Just a little reconnaissance.
Now, what's up with you two?
Woman: Here's to us, darling.
Ah, the Archie St. Vincent case.
You do know how to pick 'em.
-[ Mug thuds ]
-Terrible news, though.
I loved him in the Scottish play.
And you're stuck with?
Our next move.
Though we have our cast
of suspects,
but none of them
had a clear motive to kill him.
Tuppence: But we're certain
one of them did.
I think you're looking at this
from the wrong angle.
Gather your players on stage,
and who is missing?
But we've already been through
everyone that was there.
-Okay, Mary
-Mm-hmm.
Ssega, Omar,
Miranda, Gilda.
Wait. Marvin.
Are you saying
we need to look at Marvin?
-Archie.
-Ta-da. The victim.
He's your answer.
He's who you need to shine
a spotlight on.
But he I mean,
he didn't poison himself.
No, but he had secrets,
secrets that cost him his life.
Stop expecting your suspects
to tell you what they were.
Instead, you need to talk
to the dead.
It's a bit hard.
What had he done
that was worth killing for?
Nothing. He was an absolute
national treasure.
Oh, and they never have secrets,
do they?
Look, we do know of someone
that was trying to dig the dirt
on him Omar.
Yeah, but he
he won't tell us anything.
So, convince him to.
Or steal his intel.
Like a certain someone
stole evidence last night.
Yeah, but we don't even know
where he lives.
He's super secretive, ironically.
-Omar Bevington?
-Yeah.
He wrote a book on theatre,
didn't he?
Man: Oi, I'm watching that!
-Yes.
-Woman: Ada!
The secretary did it mouse
poison in the martini glass.
-Horribly obvious.
-Woman: She always does this.
Thanks.
I mean, it just says
that he lives in London.
-It's hardly an address.
-Does it? Look closer.
The view behind him
those buildings.
You only get those buildings
in a very particular
-part of London.
-There you go.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to get back
to my own work.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Good luck. And do be careful.
You might be about to meet
a murderer.
Oh, those where the days.
Tuppence: Thank you.
All those poor souls.
Why doesn't somebody come and
find out about it?
You alright there, Jane?
I think someone needs to have
a little lie-down, hmm?
Would you head up
to your bedroom, Mrs. Lancaster,
and I shall make you
a lovely cup of hot milk.
Come along.
♪
[ Exhales heavily ]
Okay.
So, these are definitely
the buildings
in the back of the picture.
Tuppence: So it must have been
taken from one of those houses
over there.
Come on.
Okay.
[ Breathes deeply ]
-"Bevington."
-[ Intercom buzzes ]
-Try again?
-[ Intercom buzzes ]
Okay, that was anti-climatic.
What now?
Like Ada said,
most times out of 10,
someone will let you in.
Oh, just Okay.
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, we're outside.
Can you answer the phone?
We've got the pizza.
Yeah. What floor?
Thank you, Ada.
[ Birds chirping ]
♪
-[ Knock on door ]
-Hello?
Mr. Bevington?
[ Door creaks ]
[ Singsong voice ] Hello?
-[ Cat purring ]
-Hello?
Oh, fuck.
Tommy: Ugh.
-He's breathing, just.
-Right, I'll call an ambulance.
Tuppence: Hey!
-Tommy: Tuppence.
-Tuppence: Hey!
-Man: Which service?
-Ambulance please. Yeah, hurry.
Man: Can you tell me
what's happened?
Er, yeah, we just We found
a man, and he's unconscious.
We think he's been hit
by something sharp.
-There's a lot of blood.
-Man: I'm sending someone
-to your location now.
-Err, okay.
-Man: Is the man breathing?
-Erm
Yeah. Er, yes.
Er, yes, faint faintly,
but I just
-I need to go.
-Man: Stay with him, please.
Er
♪
Tuppence: [ Breathing heavily ]
Ugh! [ Grunts ]
[ Ding ]
♪
Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry.
Mrs. Asante: Mrs. Asante here
calling from the North London
registry office.
We've sent you a certificate
you requested today.
It should arrive soon.
Any problems, do call me
on 02079460932.
♪
Tommy: I'm so sorry.
♪
Stop!
[ Exhales sharply ]
-Tuppence: Hey, stop!
-Tommy: [ Breathing heavily ]
♪
-[ Screams ]
-Aunt Ada: Well, this is
what we call a cliffhanger
Tuppence: [ Screams, groans ]
Aunt Ada:
that moment of suspense
Ugh! [ Breathing heavily ]
Aunt Ada: Where one
must choose between loyalty
and freedom
our career
or our principles
between our past
-and our present
-Tommy: Tuppence?!
Aunt Ada:
between life and death
between just in time
-or just too late.
-[ Breathing heavily ]
♪
Aunt Ada: Someone once said,
"All the world's a stage"
"And all the men and women
merely players."
♪
"They have their exits
and their entrances."
"And one man in his time
plays many parts."
And I would add that,
if you're not careful,
before you know it,
the show will be over.
[ Cheers and applause ]
[ Whistling ]
The curtain will come down,
and you will be left there
sitting in the dark, alone.
So treat life
like your best performance
because you never know
when it's going to end.
♪
All I'm asking is that you put
them back on the right shelf.
I mean,
there's a very clear system.
-[ Refrigerator door closes ]
-To your fridge.
-Yes.
-Are you mad?
It's like that time
Do you remember?
It's like that time
that you freaked out
'cause I put a teacup on a book.
-It's a totally valid reaction.
-Oh.
Don't even
Don't you even dare
I'm being s
-Don't do it!
-Oh! [ Laughs ]
That's it.
Forcible eviction time.
Get out of my flat!
Get! Out! My! Flat!
Get out my
I will throw you out
of the window.
-No, this way.
-[ Screaming ]
-Ohh.
-Oh, shit.
A-Ar
Archie St. Vincent.
This is Blunt's, isn't it?
Yeah. Yes.
P-Please do come in.
Thank you so much.
Ah, this is my raison d'etre.
Don't be silly, Archie.
I'm his fiancée Gilda.
Gilda Glen. I know.
I loved you in the Scottish play.
-Oh, thank you.
-Yes, thank you, Albert.
-Thanks, Albert.
-Oh, cheers, mate.
-Please do come through.
-Thank you.
Take a seat.
And would you like a cup of tea?
-Err, yes, please.
-Gilda: Earl Grey, please.
-[ Door closes ]
-What the fuck?
It's a precious family heirloom,
a South Sea pearl necklace
incredibly rare, worth thousands.
It's been stolen.
A present for the opening
of our show.
-We preview tomorrow night.
-Oh, "The Duchess of Malfi."
I've seen the posters.
That is actually my favourite
-revenge tragedy.
-Oh, a connoisseur.
I studied it at drama school.
Well it's not just any
"Duchess of Malfi."
-It's my own adaptation.
-Oh, wow.
I needed to get
back on the boards.
Theatre's always been
my first love.
But this is really about Gilda.
It's about, err,
reintroducing her to the world
after everything
she's been through.
She's worked so hard
on this production.
No. We both have.
So, when did you last see
the pearls?
In Gilda's dressing room.
I gave them to her this morning.
[ Sighs ]
Darling, it's beautiful.
Thank you.
I only wore them for a moment,
and then I took them off.
Far too terrified of losing them.
And they were taken from Gilda's
dressing room during rehearsals.
-The devils.
-Tommy: And why come to us?
Why not the police?
My agent put me on to you.
You reunited him
with his beloved pooch.
-Tuppence: Oh.
-Tommy: Ah.
And the police
wouldn't do anything
but give me an insurance number
and possibly leak the story
to the press.
But you two
well, you two can go in there,
-and you can make people talk.
-Gilda: We are doing a play
about corruption and betrayal,
after all.
It may even help with
our collective performances.
Very method.
I don't care
if it ruffles feathers.
Well, we can definitely do that.
So, do you think that it was one
of the other cast members
that, erm, stole the pearls?
Gilda: I don't like to think so.
But only the cast and crew
were present.
I thought we were like a family.
Perhaps I was mistaken.
So, we can expect you tomorrow?
We'll be there, first thing.
Thank you.
See you at the theatre.
-See you.
-Can I just say
you are a true legend.
Well, it's always nice
to meet a fan,
but even more so
to meet a fellow artist.
And we'll we'll do our best.
We'll get them.
-I promise.
-Thank you so much.
[ Door closes ]
Wh What?!
[ Exhales sharply ]
[ Vehicles passing,
horns honking ]
♪
Wow. He's, erm
He's certainly very present.
Yeah, but, I mean, they're not
gonna put Gilda
-on the poster, are they?
-Why not?
Remember what I told
you last night?
You made me watch everything
Archie St. Vincent's
ever been in last night,
so it's a bit of a blur.
Gilda Glen was accused
of being a bully
on the set of her show
"Stalking the Dead."
Some of her bitchy e-mails
about the cast were leaked,
boom, she's dropped
from a mega movie franchise,
she hasn't worked since, but now,
Archie is resuscitating
her career.
It's just a true romance.
Noted.
♪
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
Seems you're not the only fan.
Tuppence: Oh, anything
for the selfie, I suppose.
Right, let me do the talking.
This is my world.
The stage door loves me.
[ Ringing ]
[ Door buzzes ]
Darling, hi.
Erm, we have an appointment
-with, erm, Mr. St. Vincent.
-[ Door closes ]
Sign in.
Okay.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Whispering ]
Theatre bod to theatre bod,
you don't know anything
about this missing
pearl necklace, do you?
[ Whispering ]
Only that I didn't take it.
-Any more inane questions?
-[ Microwave beeping ]
Mary: It's alright, Marvin.
They're with me.
I'm the Assistant Director
Mary.
Archie asked me
to show you around.
Oi, did you get that post
that arrived for you yesterday?
Should be theatre business only.
Yep. Sorry.
Won't happen again.
I'll come get you.
I'm also stage manager
and techie,
so I know everyone's schedules
if that's helpful.
Yes. Very.
Erm, was everyone here yesterday
when the necklace was stolen?
Yeah, but, erm No offence.
We're not a bunch of thieve.
Now, Archie's really upset
the group here
and on the most stressful day
ever.
It's dress rehearsal in an hour,
and we open tonight.
Right, but everyone was
getting along before today?
Interesting how Gilda gets
a priceless pearl necklace
for a present
while the rest of us
get some budget soap.
My God, he hasn't given
her enough, already.
-What do you mean?
-No one would risk
throwing away a break like this
on some jewellery.
We do this for the love,
not the money.
But the pearls are priceless.
Look, I've got a ton to do.
This is a totally new script
to learn for tonight, yeah?
And do you know
how hard it is to get a job
in this industry at the moment?
We all know how lucky we are.
But I'm no nepo baby.
I went above and beyond
to get this job.
No one's about
to screw up this opportunity
for Gilda's bloody necklace.
Miranda:
Well, just Google her, darling.
She's hardly sought after,
is she?
Still, I suppose that's why
you marry somebody
much older
and much more powerful.
Ouch.
If the dress fits.
Did you notice anyone unusual?
Err, someone who shouldn't have
been in the theatre?
You've met Marvin, right?
No one's getting past him.
[ Chuckles ]
So, who would take it,
in your opinion?
[ Scoffs ]
It's a prank if you ask me.
Maybe someone
is messing with Archie.
Who would wanna do that?
Or he's messing with us.
Look, sorry, how long have
you guys been doing this for?
Well, I'm actually an actress
first, but this is my new role.
But we have solved a very
high-profile murder case
-um, once before
-Yeah.
Sure.
Oh, good. You two are here.
Archie will be so pleased.
Err, Mary, babe,
can you get me my usual?
Matcha chai latte.
Like now?
Yeah, I'll I'll pop out
and get you one.
It'll be waiting
in the dressing room.
-Archie's that way.
-Tommy: Thanks.
[ Door closes ]
How dare you do this?
After everything
I've done for you,
you have the nerve
to throw this stunt in my face?!
This flimsy piece of paper?
You don't want to mess with me
and my audience, Archie.
Calm down, Bevington.
It's a standard agreement.
It's nothing personal.
You can't cut me out now.
You're gonna regret this.
Bevington?
Ah, just the duo
I was looking for.
I'm sorry about that.
Omar and I go way back.
Is that the Omar Bevington,
the famous theatre critic?
Yeah, he's the only voice
that matters to most artists.
He's covering the show.
It's press we sorely need.
But he took his questions
too far or?
He just needed reminding that
certain subjects are off limits.
Respectful boundaries
are so important these days.
Don't you think?
Anyway, we have more important
matters to discuss.
Yes, we have some promising
leads on the necklace.
You know, I really think
you need to keep looking at
the younger members of the team.
I mean, life is so hard
to afford right now.
-[ Static hisses ]
-Mary: That's a call
for Archie St. Vincent
to the stage, please.
Stick around.
Stay close.
♪
It may be I will join with thee
in a most just revenge.
-[ Whispering ] So exciting!
-Shh!
Sure I did hear a woman shriek.
And the sound came,
if I received it right,
from the Duchess' lodgings.
There's some stratagem
in confining all our courtiers
to their several wards.
Antonio.
-Antonio.
-Ssega, that's your cue. Ssega?
Ssega: Sorry, sorry.
S-Sorry. Sorry.
It's the dress rehearsal,
Miranda!
Sorry, I-I don't have my sword.
-I'll be right back.
-Archie: Gee.
[ Sighs heavily ]
♪
Come on, Ssega!
We don't have time for this!
-[ Lid clinks, bottle thuds ]
-[ Groans ]
Shall we just skip forward?
Yes, great idea.
[ Sighs heavily ]
The murder of the Duchess, everyone.
We'll go from there!
Places!
Oh, this show will be
the death of me.
She stirs.
Here's life.
Return, fair soul,
from darkness
and lead mine
out of this sensible hell.
She's warm.
She breathes.
Upon thy pale lips,
I will melt my heart.
To store them with fresh
[ Gasps ]
-To [ Gasps ]
-Archie?
To store them with fresh colour.
-[ Gasps ]
-Is it your allergy?
-[ Gasps ]
-Get water! Get water, quickly!
Uh Shit, he's not
he's not acting.
Archie: [ Coughs, gasps ]
-Get his EpiPen!
-Archie: [ Coughs ]
Miranda: Here, darling.
Here it is.
-Call an ambulance.
-Yeah.
-Archie: [ Coughs, gasps ]
-It's all okay.
They're here.
It's all okay, darling.
[ Gasping ]
-Are you okay, Archie?
-Tommy: I need an ambulance
to the Health Empire.
Someone's had a severe
allergic reaction.
-It's not working.
-Try the other one.
There's another one right
Archie: [ Gasping ]
-[ Coughs ]
-The a-ambulance is coming.
Gilda: It's okay.
Darling
It's not fucking working.
It's not working! Please help!
Help me!
Please help me!
It's not working!
♪
[ Radio chatter ]
[ Radio beeping ]
Damn. Archie St. Vincent.
Loved him in the Scottish play.
Do you mean "Macbeth?"
What? What did I say?
Well if it isn't Hampstead's
answer to "Hot Fuzz."
You know, you two
shouldn't make a habit
of turning up at crime scenes.
Doesn't look good.
-Is this a crime scene?
-DI Merriot: No comment.
But more often than not,
anaphylaxis is accidental.
Now leave, don't come back,
or I will take out
a restraining order.
We'll need this area cordoned off
and the whole place on lockdown.
Okay.
Do you think
this was an accident?
No chance.
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
[ Whispering ]
The weird thing is, right,
if this was murder,
then it was probably
one of these guys that did it.
[ Whispering ] Yeah, we need
to get back into the theatre.
Tommy: Mm.
If the police don't think
it's a murder,
they might miss something.
♪
Marvin?
-Marvin?
-Marvin: Hmm?
Do you fancy another drink?
Yeah, mm.
-Tommy: Lager?
-Marvin: Mm.
Tommy: Cool.
-[ Indistinct singing ]
-[ Keys jingling ]
-Tuppence: Put your arm in.
-I'm okay. I'm okay.
-Are you alright?
-[ Door closes ]
-[ Indistinct singing ]
-Tuppence: [ Laughs ]
-Tommy: [ Laughs ]
-Marvin: Oh!
Go on. Go on. Careful, careful.
There we go. There we go.
-Hey, you know what?
-What?
At first, I thought,
"Who are these prats?"
Okay.
Do you know what?
You're okay.
-[ Laughter ]
-Thanks.
-Shh.
-[ Both laugh ]
[ Whispering ]
Good night, my sweet Prince.
[ Smooches ]
Marvin: [ Groans ]
♪
[ Whispering ] What was that?
[ Whispering ]
Gilda's dressing room.
Slowly, slowly.
[ Door creaks ]
Okay.
That's weird.
Do you think Gilda
left that open?
Tommy: Or did someone break in?
Tuppence: Oh, shit.
♪
Okay, what are we looking for?
Wait, I have an idea.
The police took that water bottle
and the protein bar wrapper, right?
-Yeah, yeah.
-But what if the nuts
were concealed somewhere
a little harder to trace?
Okay, like what?
What are you thinking?
What about the lipstick
Gilda was wearing?
Upon thy pale lips,
I will melt my heart.
Tommy: Here, look.
There's something oily
on the floor.
Oh, my God do you think
that's peanut oil?
Tommy, that's horrific.
But did Gilda
plant the nut oil herself or
Or did someone use her
to kill Archie?
-We'll take this to Draper.
-Tuppence: Yeah, okay.
-Err, okay, so
-Yeah, yeah.
Right.
-Is that a sandwich bag?
-Yeah.
Okay. Come on. Hurry up.
Let's just get out of here, okay?
Let's find Archie's
dressing room.
It's just creeping me out.
[ Door creaks ]
Looks like someone got here
before we did.
They left something behind.
Tuppence: Grab it.
Let's just go.
♪
[ Tablet fizzes ]
So, this is what Omar and Archie
were arguing about.
Tuppence: Mm.
Yeah, but why does Archie need
a non-disclosure agreement
for Omar?
Maybe
Maybe Omar was about to reveal
something pretty shocking.
Do you remember what
Archie said about boundaries?
But it was left behind
by the intruder.
So whatever was taken
is the real clue.
Look, I
I think I saw an envelope
-in the drawer earlier.
-Same.
So whoever took it must have
snuck in just before us
-through Gilda's window.
-Mm.
Okay, think. [ Sighs ]
Who was still in the bar
when we left?
[ Scoffs ]
I don't know.
I feel like they'd all gone.
God, Marvin can really drink.
Well, whoever it is,
we missed them.
But we got this.
Yeah.
And if it's the murder weapon,
it was worth it.
I should get this to Draper.
-Testing could take time.
-[ Chuckles ]
Go and see your groupie?
-[ Stammers ]
-[ Chuckles ]
I'm gonna start on the wall,
and then you can rearrange it
when you get back.
[ Both chuckle ]
♪
-[ Knock on door ]
-[ Door opens ]
Sarge, a Tommy Beresford for you.
Thanks, Celia.
[ Telephone ringing ]
-H-Hello.
-Hi. Erm
-[ Door closes ]
-Tommy: We've got a theory
that, erm,
the nuts that killed Archie
were planted in Gilda's lipstick.
DS Draper: Oh, my God.
-Nasty.
-Tommy: Yeah.
Okay. Thanks. I'll look into it.
And, erm
I'm not gonna ask
how you got this.
-Thanks.
-[ Both chuckle ]
Oh, and if we're
like, if we're right,
-could you maybe let us know?
-[ Door opens ]
-[ Footsteps approaching ]
-[ Door closes ]
Hide. Hide.
-Tommy: Okay.
-Erm, just in there.
[ Clears throat ]
Go home, Draper.
Even I've got more of a life
than you.
[ Both chuckle ]
-What's that?
-Oh, it's, erm,
just being sent off for testing
for the Archie St. Vincent case.
Uniform forgot to file it.
It's in a sandwich bag.
Just budget cuts.
-Oh.
-[ Bag thuds ]
Bye-bye, Billy no mates.
Bye.
DI Merriot: Sad, sad, sad.
[ Door closes ]
Okay.
Erm
I should probably shoot off
before she chucks me in a cell.
I'll need your number.
If I'm gonna, err, text you
just about the lipstick.
-Oh, yeah, of course.
-I'll, err Shit.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Pen scratching ]
-Night, Draper.
-DS Draper: Night.
♪
[ Door closes ]
♪
I'm not that sad.
-[ Indistinct conversations ]
-[ Laughter ]
Bit of a hard one, this,
but how many weeks does it take
to ask out your flat mate
before it becomes impossible?
Bonus points if you can name
the flat mates in question.
Right, next round
is musical theatre.
-Okay, recap.
-Yes.
So, we have Ssega,
our stressed-out ingenue.
Mm-hmm. Clearly desperate
for his big break,
but it looked like
the pressure was getting to him.
-Mm-hmm.
-Is that motive enough
-for murder?
-Hmm.
Then we have our wardrobe
mistress Miranda.
She seems resentful of Gilda.
But would she go this far
to sabotage her?
Mm. Maybe.
-Multitasker Mary?
-She had access to Gilda's
-dressing room.
-No, but everyone had access.
Hence, the stolen pearls.
-True. Very true.
-Yeah.
Omar?
Right, he's definitely angry.
He'd being asked to sign an NDA.
Mm-hmm.
With Archie out of the way,
he can print what he likes.
Why would Archie
want to silence Omar?
God knows.
We mustn't forget that Gilda
might have been
the murder weapon.
Yes! God, that is mad.
And maybe the murderer?
Hmm.
But they just
[ Sighs ] I don't know.
[ Sighs ] They just seem
so genuinely in love.
Yeah, but people do that,
though, don't they?
What?
Lie to themselves.
-Oh.
-[ Both laugh ]
Go.
-The last dumpling?
-You have it.
No. [ Chuckles ]
It's all yours.
Chivalrous to the core.
Tuppence, would you ever wanna
[ Cellphone vibrates, dings ]
♪
[ Cellphone thuds ]
Hmm?
What were you gonna say?
It can wait.
We've got a murderer to catch.
Come on.
Erm, right.
[ Papers rustling ]
I'm gonna start putting these
on the board.
And tomorrow
we need to sound out Gilda.
[ Sighs ]
[ Birds chirping ]
Tommy: Can you think of anyone
that would want to hurt Archie?
Gilda: You think this was
planned, that he was killed?
We can't rule it out.
[ Sighs ]
I was wondering about that.
I mean, we were all
so careful with his allergy.
He wasn't the only one
on the team who had one.
I suppose I just didn't
want to admit it to myself.
We think that your lipstick
may have been tampered with.
What?
That's horrific.
Wait, so, you're saying,
whoever planned this
made me do it?
So they hate me, too?
Can you think of anyone
that would do such a thing?
Sadly, there's a lot of people
who hate me, but I
I didn't think
they were so close by.
I thought that, err,
everybody felt like family.
Clearly a very dysfunctional one.
Is there anything you can think
of that could help us?
Maybe there was something.
This was his sacred space.
No one was allowed in here.
Not even me.
[ Birds chirping ]
What will you do
without the show?
A few years ago,
I was about to break America.
Instead, I haven't worked
for the last two years.
-Archie saved me.
-How?
We hadn't been going out for long
when those embarrassing emails
were leaked,
but he stood by me
even when my agent dropped me.
"The Duchess of Malfi" was
supposed to be my big comeback.
Oh, the other day, I heard him
in here arguing with someone.
I asked him about it later.
He wouldn't tell me who it was
or what is was about.
I'm sorry.
I can't tell you more than that.
I I just thought it was odd.
[ Doorbell rings ]
I'll be right back.
[ Whispering ]
Tommy, look around.
Yeah. Okay, err
♪
-Tommy?
-Tommy: Hmm?
Come and look at this.
I think I know what that
argument was about.
Look.
-Omar: Gilda
-Gilda: I've had enough of this.
-Omar: Gilda, I'm just trying
-Is that Omar?
Omar: To help you here.
Come on. Go.
[ Scoffs ] Well, you can't keep
ignoring the truth.
Get off my doorstep.
[ Door slams ]
We should get going.
Well, come back any time.
We'll, er We'll do everything
that we can to help.
-[ Door closes ]
-Mr. Bevington!
The detectives, right?
Rumour is that you two
think it's murder.
Client confidentiality.
Even after they're dead.
Sort of like an NDA.
[ Chuckling ] Oh, please.
That little spat?
It was nothing.
A desperate man
trying to hold back the tide.
-About what exactly?
-You'll have to read my piece
and find out.
Well, let's just say
Archie isn't the only skeleton
in the closet.
-That was a bit tasteless.
-Much like that scarf.
So, is that what you're
doing here then?
Warning Gilda
about your poison piece?
I was giving
some respectful forewarning.
But, as usual,
Gilda doesn't want to know.
She always was very good
at turning
a blind eye to the obvious.
But then again,
she is in the business
of deception, is she not?
[ Sighs ] Sorry, but what
a colossal bell-end.
Not all actors are deceptive,
thank you very much.
Well, Archie definitely was.
He wouldn't tell Gilda
who was in his "sacred space."
Yeah, look, anyway, look at this.
Tommy: Mm.
-Okay.
-Yeah.
All the lines that are cut
-they're Ssega's.
-Yeah.
Do you think he's the one
that Archie was arguing with?
-We need to find him.
-Yeah.
♪
Didn't expect to see
you two again.
Aren't the pearls sort of
old news now?
Yes, they are.
We believe we're investigating
a murder now.
Ssega, why was this in Archie's
out-of-bounds study?
Because he was working on
some rewrites.
-How am I supposed to know?
-Oh, come on. It's your script.
All the lines that are cut
were yours.
He seems like he was
a hard man to impress.
I noticed yesterday,
during rehearsal, that
he wasn't particularly kind
to you.
He was
impossible.
He pushed you too far.
What, and so I killed him
with peanuts?
Look, we all needed that show.
Without that job, I'm back to
the out-of-work-actor hustle,
and it sucks.
So, no, I didn't kill him.
Last night,
when you finished drinking here,
where did you go?
I, err I crashed at Mary's.
I'm between flat shares.
She put me up for the night.
And you both stayed there?
All night?
Like I said, I'm busy.
Man: Pint of lager, please.
Ssega: Just that? Cool.
Tuppence:
Not exactly forthcoming.
Tommy: Mm.
We need to check that alibi
from last night.
Well, luckily,
we can check it now.
Mary, let me give you a hand.
Oh, thanks.
-Hi.
-Can we ask you something?
Last night,
what time did you leave the bar?
Err, I left with Ssega
a bit before 8:00?
-Did you go straight home?
-Yeah, I live close by.
It's a total shit pit,
but it's good for work.
Thanks, Mary.
I'm sorry I can't be more useful.
Just still in shock, you know?
Archie was so incredible.
An inspiration, really.
Yeah.
I'm sorry about the play.
No, I'm lucky.
I've found a new job.
I'm guessing they're not
gonna get that selfie now, eh?
With Archie? No.
It's a bit much, isn't it?
Groupies and crying fans.
Except my mum
was one of those groupies.
It's about love, really.
Yeah, no, totally get it.
Thanks.
Wait.
Last night, Miranda
I saw her hanging around
the theatre after we left.
If that helps.
[ Sighs ]
Everyone has a means.
No one has a motive.
It is driving me nuts.
[ Laughs ]
Ugh!
It's time to call in
the big guns.
[ Soft dance music playing ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
Oh.
Oh, go on.
Two left feet. Watch yourself.
-Consider me warned.
-[ Chuckles ]
Though I was a prima ballerina
back in my day.
Impressive.
You haven't seen anything yet.
♪
Now, most times out of 10,
you can trick someone
into letting you
in a locked door.
But other times, you need
a little helping hand.
That's it. Nearly, nearly.
But if you have
a deadlock situation,
then a cheeky blowtorch
is always useful
as I found whilst trying
to sneak into that embassy
in Luxembourg in '85.
[ Gasps ] God. Jesus, Ada!
Sorry, Packford. My mistake.
Tommy: Didn't think
you made mistakes.
Yes.
Just a little reconnaissance.
Now, what's up with you two?
Woman: Here's to us, darling.
Ah, the Archie St. Vincent case.
You do know how to pick 'em.
-[ Mug thuds ]
-Terrible news, though.
I loved him in the Scottish play.
And you're stuck with?
Our next move.
Though we have our cast
of suspects,
but none of them
had a clear motive to kill him.
Tuppence: But we're certain
one of them did.
I think you're looking at this
from the wrong angle.
Gather your players on stage,
and who is missing?
But we've already been through
everyone that was there.
-Okay, Mary
-Mm-hmm.
Ssega, Omar,
Miranda, Gilda.
Wait. Marvin.
Are you saying
we need to look at Marvin?
-Archie.
-Ta-da. The victim.
He's your answer.
He's who you need to shine
a spotlight on.
But he I mean,
he didn't poison himself.
No, but he had secrets,
secrets that cost him his life.
Stop expecting your suspects
to tell you what they were.
Instead, you need to talk
to the dead.
It's a bit hard.
What had he done
that was worth killing for?
Nothing. He was an absolute
national treasure.
Oh, and they never have secrets,
do they?
Look, we do know of someone
that was trying to dig the dirt
on him Omar.
Yeah, but he
he won't tell us anything.
So, convince him to.
Or steal his intel.
Like a certain someone
stole evidence last night.
Yeah, but we don't even know
where he lives.
He's super secretive, ironically.
-Omar Bevington?
-Yeah.
He wrote a book on theatre,
didn't he?
Man: Oi, I'm watching that!
-Yes.
-Woman: Ada!
The secretary did it mouse
poison in the martini glass.
-Horribly obvious.
-Woman: She always does this.
Thanks.
I mean, it just says
that he lives in London.
-It's hardly an address.
-Does it? Look closer.
The view behind him
those buildings.
You only get those buildings
in a very particular
-part of London.
-There you go.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need to get back
to my own work.
[ Camera shutter clicks ]
Good luck. And do be careful.
You might be about to meet
a murderer.
Oh, those where the days.
Tuppence: Thank you.
All those poor souls.
Why doesn't somebody come and
find out about it?
You alright there, Jane?
I think someone needs to have
a little lie-down, hmm?
Would you head up
to your bedroom, Mrs. Lancaster,
and I shall make you
a lovely cup of hot milk.
Come along.
♪
[ Exhales heavily ]
Okay.
So, these are definitely
the buildings
in the back of the picture.
Tuppence: So it must have been
taken from one of those houses
over there.
Come on.
Okay.
[ Breathes deeply ]
-"Bevington."
-[ Intercom buzzes ]
-Try again?
-[ Intercom buzzes ]
Okay, that was anti-climatic.
What now?
Like Ada said,
most times out of 10,
someone will let you in.
Oh, just Okay.
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hey, we're outside.
Can you answer the phone?
We've got the pizza.
Yeah. What floor?
Thank you, Ada.
[ Birds chirping ]
♪
-[ Knock on door ]
-Hello?
Mr. Bevington?
[ Door creaks ]
[ Singsong voice ] Hello?
-[ Cat purring ]
-Hello?
Oh, fuck.
Tommy: Ugh.
-He's breathing, just.
-Right, I'll call an ambulance.
Tuppence: Hey!
-Tommy: Tuppence.
-Tuppence: Hey!
-Man: Which service?
-Ambulance please. Yeah, hurry.
Man: Can you tell me
what's happened?
Er, yeah, we just We found
a man, and he's unconscious.
We think he's been hit
by something sharp.
-There's a lot of blood.
-Man: I'm sending someone
-to your location now.
-Err, okay.
-Man: Is the man breathing?
-Erm
Yeah. Er, yes.
Er, yes, faint faintly,
but I just
-I need to go.
-Man: Stay with him, please.
Er
♪
Tuppence: [ Breathing heavily ]
Ugh! [ Grunts ]
[ Ding ]
♪
Sorry, sorry, sorry,
sorry, sorry.
Mrs. Asante: Mrs. Asante here
calling from the North London
registry office.
We've sent you a certificate
you requested today.
It should arrive soon.
Any problems, do call me
on 02079460932.
♪
Tommy: I'm so sorry.
♪
Stop!
[ Exhales sharply ]
-Tuppence: Hey, stop!
-Tommy: [ Breathing heavily ]
♪
-[ Screams ]
-Aunt Ada: Well, this is
what we call a cliffhanger
Tuppence: [ Screams, groans ]
Aunt Ada:
that moment of suspense
Ugh! [ Breathing heavily ]
Aunt Ada: Where one
must choose between loyalty
and freedom
our career
or our principles
between our past
-and our present
-Tommy: Tuppence?!
Aunt Ada:
between life and death
between just in time
-or just too late.
-[ Breathing heavily ]
♪