Magpie Murders

- Mummy! Mummy! - Up here.

Mummy!

Mummy!

We can't find Bella!

- Oh, where have you looked? - We've been everywhere.

We've been in the gardens and behind the hall.

- We've been to the lake. - Have you asked Mr Brent?

- He won't help us. - He doesn't like Bella.

Why don't you try Dingle Dell? She often goes there.

Yes!

Bella!

Bella!

- Bella! - Bella!

- Bella! - Bella!

Bella!

Bella!

Here, girl!

Bella! Here, girl!

There she is.

Oh, no.

How did you find me, Mr Pund?

Oh, it was the Reverend Osborne in Saxby-on-Avon.

- He gave me your address. - Oh.

You're investigating Mary's death?

No, Mr Blakiston.

I am investigating the murder of her employer, Sir Magnus Pye.

Well, you're wasting your time. I can't help you.

I'm not even sure that I'd want to.

You are no friend of Sir Magnus?

He took everything I ever loved.

When he offered Mary the job at Pye Hall,

he sucked her into his orbit.

She worshipped him.

He was an aristocrat, local squire.

She trusted him with everything.

And suddenly there was no more room for me.

- When did you last see her? - Ten years ago.

Oh, but still, you went to her funeral.

Of course I did. I loved her.

Before the accident, before Sam died,

we'd been happy together.

She weren't an easy woman, I'll grant you that,

but when we first got married, setting up our first home...

oh, those were wonderful days.

And then you lost your son.

I was away with the RAF at the time.

Mary blamed me for that.

Maybe she was right.

Although I'm not sure what I could've done.

Who do you blame?

I suppose I could blame Sir Magnus.

He was the one who set up those treasure hunts.

He hid the coin that could have drawn my boy into the water.

And I suppose that might have given me a reason to kill him,

if that's what you're thinking.

Although you might wonder why I waited twelve years.

- And what of Brent? - The groundsman? Huh!

He was close by. He could've kept an eye out.

He was the one who found Sam.

Although by then, it was far too late.

I suppose he did what he could.

Robert saw them just as they was coming out,

and he charged into the water, too.

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

I'm not sure Robert ever recovered

from what he saw that day.

- In what way? - His relationship with Mary.

Turning his back on me.

You have my sympathies, Mr Blakiston,

but still, I have to ask,

is that the reason you chose not to speak to your own son

- at his mother's funeral? - What good would it have done?

I've been out of his life for far too long now.

And anyway, the two of us was never that close.

He was always a very quiet boy.

Kept himself to himself.

To be honest, I was closer to Sam.

Did the two of them get on?

Well, they fought like all young boys.

There were jealousies.

But I'd say yes.

And what of Robert and his mother?

Everything changed after the accident.

To lose a child is so terrible.

I suppose she became over-protective

with the one that was left.

Suddenly she was all over him.

Never let him out of her sight.

Thank you, Mr Blakiston.

Oh, um, what can you tell me about Bella?

The dog?

Somebody poisoned her.

It was quite deliberate. Rat poison.

We always assumed it was Brent. He hated the dog.

He was always complaining about it.

Sam was devastated.

Why Sam in particular?

Well, it was his dog.

I bought her for him for his ninth birthday.

If you ask me, everything about Pye Hall is cursed.

The dog killed. The little boy drowned.

Mary Blakiston. Sir Magnus.

If you want the truth,

I don't want to spend another minute there.

You may have your wish, James.

We need to meet with Detective Inspector Chubb,

but after that, we will be returning at once to London.

Don't tell me.

You know who did it!

Matthew Blakiston provided the last piece of the jigsaw.

Well then, do tell me! I want to know.

We have a long drive.

"We have a long drive. I will explain it all."

It's so infuriating because he never did.

So you're no closer?

No.

I'm sorry, Charles, it's all gone.

All the notes. Everything.

And Claire Jenkins had a copy, but she destroyed it.

And that's the closest I got.

Well, full marks for trying.

- Hmm! - There's, uh...

something I need to tell you, Susan.

I've approached Peter Kinsale of Harper Collins

for the position of CEO.

Ah.

Cityworld couldn't wait any longer.

They've asked me to explore the field.

You know how much I want you to take the job.

I couldn't leave the company in better hands,

but I can't risk the investors walking away.

What did Peter say?

He had some interesting ideas.

He suggested Sophie Hannah be brought in

to finish "Magpie Murders".

Oh, you told him about the book.

Oh, I had to. Without "Magpie Murders" there's no deal.

Yeah. Sophie's a good idea.

She did a great job with "Poirot".

That's what I thought.

Does she know who did it?

She's reading it now.

Ah, so this... sounds like a done deal.

Nothing's been agreed. There's still time.

No, uh...

I think you've made the right decision.

I think we both have.

We have worked together... how many years?

Oh!

Too many.

How long will it all take?

We'll need to make an announcement soon.

Hmm!

She wants to use my title, by the way.

- I'm sorry? - Sophie.

She likes "The Magpie Murders".

Not "Magpie Murders".

I suppose we'll never know why Alan got so upset.

Not "The Magpie Murders". "Magpie Murders".

That's the bloody title.

"Cat up nudist". One word.

It's an anagram of Atticus Pund.

Alan loved anagrams.

Darnley.

It's an anagram of Ryeland. It's us!

An...

Anagram.

An anagram.

I'm off, Susan. Is that OK?

- Yeah. - I've got my check-up at five.

- Oh, yes. Hope it goes OK. - Oh, thanks.

Oh, by the way, Jemima said hello.

Jemima? Have you seen her?

I bumped into her at the station a couple of nights ago.

- We're gonna meet next week. - Ah.

Alice, Alice!

Have you got a number for her?

- Hey, Chris. - Hey.

- Can you do me a favour? - Sure. What is it?

My friend was sent an email,

but we don't know where it came from.

Mm-hm.

I forwarded it to myself, but I need to know the source.

Well, that's easy. Just look at the metadata.

I don't know what that means.

I'll do it.

OK, so that's your original IP.

Put it into MX Toolbox. Reverse Lookup.

And... there!

It originated from Clover Books.

What?

Hmm. Nice shot.

It's good of you to come out, Jemima. Thank you.

It's nice to see you, Susan.

Oh! You OK?

Yeah. Huh!

I'm starting at Channel Four. PA.

Oh, that's great.