(party-goers applauding) ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ When I saw you walking past my door ♪ ♪ I couldn't think right straight now anymore ♪ ♪ Your smile, it gets me ♪ (tense music) (muffled rock music) (tense music) (tense music continues) (dramatic music) ♪ When I saw you walking past my door ♪ ♪ I couldn't think right straight now anymore ♪ ♪ Your smile, it gets me in a twirl ♪ ♪ Oh, how I need you in my world ♪ ♪ So, baby, please ♪ ♪ Put your love in my arms ♪ - [James] Peregrine, as I recall it, you threw it- - [Party-Goers] 10, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, Three, two, one.

- What's the difference?

- [Party-Goers] Happy New Year!

(fireworks booming) (door slamming) - I don't understand why you're even here.

- I was sent an invitation.

- Well, not by me.

The last thing I wanted was to see you.

(party-goers screaming) (tense music) Pat!

(dramatic music) He's been shot!

(dramatic music) (jazz music) (jazz music continues) (bright rock music) - [Pat] There she is.

- Pat Ainsley.

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

- Only for a mint bird like you.

- Well, I bet you say that to all of the girls.

- Baby, there are no other girls.

- Sorry.

I'm here to waitress.

- Oh, great.

The kitchen's just down the hall and to the left.

- Pat, the speaker's in the van.

- Yeah, I know.

You and Daryl can handle it.

- Well, I better get on with my hostessing duties.

- Oh, come on.

Don't leave me, baby.

- Isn't that a line from one of your songs?

- I never got that till now.

- He's rather attractive, and if you overlook the complete lack of subtlety, be a very pleasant way to forget about James.

- James who?

- Nostrovia.

- Ah.

- Oh, look, it's Oona.

Oh, oh, she hasn't been to a New Year's Eve party since her son died.

Oh.

- Oh, Birdie.

- Oh.

- Oona, I'm Peregrine.

I'm Phryne's niece.

- So, we've got you to blame for tonight's entertainment.

- Oona's not a fan of the English.

- The Butcher's Apron has no place flying at the Adventuresses' Club.

- Right.

- Adventuress Adekunle is demanding that we play charades this year.

Apparently, Phryne assured her it was only a three-year ban.

- She was always so forgiving on New Year's.

Oh, you'll all end up with a soppy "Auld Lang Syne".

Phryne on the microphone, me on the cowbell.

- Well, you can apologize to all of the Adventuresses, but there's no games this year.

- None?

- Is that a problem?

- No, of course not.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Different is good.

- Different is death, isn't it?

- Well, let's just hope The Magentas are unforgettable.

- Oh dear.

All right.

- [James] Peregrine.

- Oh.

I wasn't expecting to see you both.

- I'm sorry.

Jim RSVP'd.

I hope you don't mind.

I'm a big fan of The Magentas.

- Hello, Samuel.

- [Peregrine] Really?

- Yes, big, big fan.

How was your Christmas?

- Good.

Yes, we had a Christmas lunch with all the Adventuresses with a different course from every continent.

You?

- Oh, just a regular Christmas roast at Hartford with Dad.

- And me.

- Mm.

- Oh, that sounds so lovely.

(tense music) - You ready for the best gig you'll ever see?

- I'm counting on it.

This is Daryl Daley, the double bass player for The Magentas.

- You started the band, didn't you?

- Oh, a fan, eh?

I'm the heart and soul of the outfit, yes.

The Magentas wouldn't exist without me.

Not everyone remembers that, of course.

- I wouldn't have thought there'd be too many pop bands with double bass players these days.

- Just us and The Seekers.

- They're more folk pop, aren't they?

- Yeah.

So we're unique.

- Well, I'm just going to go inside and check that everything's ready.

- Out of your league, mate.

Out of your league.

♪ Girl, I see you walking down the street ♪ ♪ You're the one that I wanna meet ♪ ♪ Yeah, you know you look so fair ♪ ♪ High heels on, long blonde hair ♪ ♪ Stand there, stand there ♪ ♪ Stand there, stand there ♪ ♪ Hey, girl, stand there ♪ - For the guests, for the guests.

- Which one of you invited James and Sally?

- Not me.

- Oh, come on.

- Well, I didn't invite Sally.

I just thought with it being New Year's Eve you two might find a way back to each other.

- Violetta, he's moved on.

- And so should you.

- [Pat] Groovy room.

- Oh.

I blew up all the balloons myself.

It's a wonder I have any breath left for talking.

- Well, why talk when we can- - Sing, dance, not be cheesy.

- [Waitress] Cola?

- Oh.

I don't drink, but that's our secret.

Got to preserve my bad boy image.

- Champagne?

- Oh, goodness.

- Sorry.

- That's all right.

- Hard to get good staff on the holidays.

- Oona.

- No offense to Peregrine, but your aunt Phryne knew how to throw a party without tugging the forelock to her oppressors.

- Do you know Oona?

- Never spoken to her in my life.

- It seems I'm not living up to her expectations.

- Trust me, it's worse not living up to your own.

- Well, I never thought that throwing a party would make me the target of so much criticism.

- Wanna catch your breath outside?

- Shouldn't you be helping George?

- No, he'd rather do all that than talk to people anyway.

- Right.

Oh.

(tense music) (George sighing) (bright rock music) ♪ Ooh ♪ ♪ Together ♪ ♪ Ooh ♪ - No, thank you.

- Is everything all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

I'm fine.

Why?

- Do you wanna take a walk around the garden?

- Of course.

- Oh, thank you.

- Oh.

No, thank you.

They always remind me of eyeballs.

- Baby's eyeballs?

(Samuel chuckling) - Indeed.

Do you mind terribly getting me something else?

I didn't know you were so fond of pickled onions.

- Neither did I.

They're delicious.

You're sure you don't want to try one?

- No.

♪ All the good times we shared together ♪ ♪ I thought you'd always be there ♪ - And once I sell my house in Hartford, I'm thinking of buying a little unit in Cue or Hawthorn.

What do you think?

- Yeah.

That sounds good.

- Your block of land is in Glen Waverley, isn't it?

I'd love to see it.

- Of course.

I could take you there.

- You still planning to build?

- Yeah, eventually.

- I guess I don't have to buy.

(James chuckling) - I can always rent until, you know, things become clearer.

- We should get back, eh?

I wouldn't want you to miss that band.

(upbeat rock music) ♪ Why, why did you leave me ♪ ♪ And why, why do I cry ♪ - Hello, you two.

- Hi.

Hey, we can't wait for the band.

- It's such a huge coup getting them straight off "The Go!!

Show".

- I know.

Aren't I lucky?

I met Pat Ainsley at a gig, and he said yes.

- Well, I'm not surprised with the way he looks at you.

- Well, I'm a bit anxious about the sound equipment, so I'm just going to check that everything's all right.

Excuse me.

- Is that your fourth?

- Fifth, actually.

- You can't do that.

- [Pat] We're going a different direction.

- I'll get a bass guitar.

- But you can't play it.

Okay?

It's over, okay?

Our sound is now.

We have to move on.

After this gig, you're done.

- The sound check doesn't seem to be their priority.

I should warn Peregrine.

- Peregrine.

Of course.

Off you go.

- No, I just meant because the sound check, but it's fine.

I can stay here.

I... (groovy music) (groovy music continues) (groovy music continues) (Samuel's throat clearing) - Excuse me.

What time are you guys going to start?

- In five minutes, allegedly.

We're still missing 2/3 of the band.

- Here's Pat now.

- Oh.

- More fan mail for me, mate?

Now's not the time.

I write the songs, okay?

(cymbal crashing) - Sorry.

- Poor bird gets uptight.

Stagefright.

- Well, I understand how he feels.

Where have you been?

And where's Daryl?

- Off praying somewhere.

It's his ritual before gigs.

- Canapes?

- More eyeballs?

You offered them to me before.

I don't really like onions.

Remember?

- Oh, I forgot.

I'll get you some devils on horseback.

- I'll have a pickled onion.

- Perhaps I'll organize the caterers next year?

- She's not very happy with you.

What did you do to her?

- She's probably a fan of the band.

- [Peregrine] Oh.

- [Pat] I must have forgotten to answer a love letter or something.

- Mm, must have.

- Holding out for a girl like you.

- Pat.

- Come on.

Go out with me.

- Look, I'll tell you what, you impress my friends with a killer show tonight, and I will think about it.

- Done.

- Where is Daryl?

He can't still be praying.

Oh.

- It's all right.

I'm back.

- Thank goodness.

(tense music) Hello, Adventuresses' Club.

(club cheering) Thank you all for coming tonight.

I know that it might not be what many of you expected, but in the tradition of my Aunt Phryne, I wanted to bring in 1965 with all of our fabulous friends and Adventuresses.

(club applauding) You've all taught me so much, and clearly, I still have a lot to learn, but without further ado, it gives me more pleasure than I can possibly say to introduce to you, direct from "The Go!!

Show", The Magentas.

(crowd cheering) - Are we ready to bring in 1965 with some groovy music?

(crowd cheering) - I've got better things to do than watch an Englishman sing his English dross.

- Oh, Oona.

- That's okay.

Mrs. O'Doherty's got a right to her opinion.

Maybe we should end the set with a bit of "Danny Boy".

- Now you stay put.

You may not want to listen to this band but other people do.

- Okay.

Let's start with a little song I wrote recently called "The Sunshine of Your Smile".

(crowd cheering) One, two, three, four.

(rock music) ♪ Hey, hey, I see that smile ♪ ♪ Don't know what she's thinking ♪ ♪ I don't know anything ♪ ♪ But I know that I need her ♪ ♪ See that girl ♪ ♪ See that girl ♪ (rock music) (crowd cheering) - We love you!

- Look at that clock.

Five minutes to midnight.

- Almost there.

- Now, I've been saving this next song for a special lady who's sparkling tonight.

It's called "I Wish You Were My Girl".

- [Crowd] Ooh.

♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ When I saw you walking past my door ♪ - Sally, hey.

You think maybe you've had enough?

- Probably.

- Sally.

- Come on.

Let's dance.

- All right.

♪ Your smile, it gets me in a twirl ♪ ♪ Oh, how I need you in my world ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ Ah ♪ ♪ So if you please, come take me by the hand ♪ ♪ We'll take a walk down there upon the sand ♪ ♪ Your eyes are sparkling in the ♪ - Happy New Year!

- [Crowd] Oh!

- James.

♪ Oh how I need to hold you tight ♪ - Oh no.

- Keep dancing, everyone.

♪ Put your love in my arms ♪ (party-goers chattering) (tense music) (tense music continues) (soft music) - Sally, you okay?

- I know I'm not as exciting as Peregrine, but you really wanna be a policeman's wife?

I'm the one that can make you happy.

I know you, Jim.

I know what you need.

(Sally sighing) - Sally?

Okay.

I'm gonna take her home.

(dramatic music) - You should've been taking care of her.

She doesn't know anyone, and clearly she was nervous.

- I wonder why.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- I can't order her not to drink.

Imagine how you'd react.

- How I would react is not relevant, James.

I'm not your girlfriend anymore.

You dumped me.

- I dumped you?

No, the way I recall it, Peregrine, you threw my marriage proposal right back into my face.

- I just wanted to slow things down.

I didn't want to break up all together.

- What is the difference?

- Are you kidding?

Everything.

It's always so black and white with you.

There's no gray ever.

- And yet, here you are assuming that I've moved on entirely and Sally and I are- - Together?

Because you are, James.

You heard her.

She's mad about you.

- [Party-Goers] Happy New Year!

(fireworks booming) - I don't understand why you're even here.

- I was sent an invitation.

- Well, not by me.

The last thing I wanted was to see you.

(party-goers screaming) (dramatic music) - Is he breathing?

(percussive music) - Is he breathing?

- What happened?

- No.

- Pat.

He's been shot.

- I need everybody out of the room, but no one is to leave the premises until you've all been interviewed.

(soft music) Do a headcount and don't let anybody leave.

- Samuel, do a headcount and don't let anybody leave.

- Yeah, I'll take them to the lecture room.

- Yes, yes.

- This way, everyone.

Across the hall.

Please, everyone, across the hall- - Miss, please don't touch anything.

I need to examine him.

Okay?

- I begged him, "Can I have a kiss for New Year's Eve?"

And he said, "Yes."

- I saw them kiss as I turned off the light.

- And then, he fell.

- Okay, I'm very sorry.

Where exactly were you standing?

- Right here.

(tense music) - Well, from the looks of the wound, the bullet came from that direction, where the rest of the band were standing.

- Then he's been shot at close range.

- Oh, not that close.

There'd be powder burn around the wound.

I'd say the killer was four or six feet away.

- If you'll just wait over there, miss.

- Call me Iris.

- Iris, I'll be with you shortly, okay?

(revelatory music) - It's here.

- Fingerprints.

- I'll check it over to be sure.

(tense music) - You all right?

- There's only one way out.

James, when we were standing there, I felt the door bang against my heel.

That must've been the murderer trying to escape.

- And failing.

(jazz music) (both grunting) - The windows are all locked from the inside.

(jazz music) - There's no one in here.

- That means the murderer must still be amongst us.

- Pat Ainsley was shot from the side of the stage.

That rules out the waitress.

- She and everybody else was in front of the stage on this side except for Daryl and George and Oona.

They were the only ones in the right position.

- Birdie.

- Those tears seem extreme.

- Birdie, do you think that Oona Doherty is capable of murder?

- Not with a gun.

Oona is a qualified master of ninjutsu.

It's the ancient art of knife combat as practiced by the Japanese ninjas.

- So she's a trained killer.

- Exponent of espionage and subterfuge.

It's completely different.

- Okay.

Could you keep an eye on her until we're ready to interview her somewhere away from the other guests?

- Gotcha.

Come on, Oona.

Let's go.

- I'll need to call the station.

- I'll interview the waitress.

She must've seen something.

(tense music) - I've always been Pat's biggest fan.

So I couldn't believe it when he let me kiss him.

And then, party-poppers started going off, and I heard a loud bang that sounded like a balloon bursting, but Pat fell.

Then, the lights went out, and when they came back on again, he was dead.

- Excuse me a moment.

- So I've worked my way through the invite list.

There are no guests or staff missing.

Got some local coppers in the lecture room interviewing everyone.

- I should get them some drinks or something.

It's a party, James.

- Peregrine, are you sure that you're okay?

- Please don't be nice to me.

- Iris, prior to the murder, did you see the Irish lady behaving oddly?

- She might've been, but I was too busy watching that Daryl Daley.

- The double bass player?

- Yeah.

He was crawling around on his hands and knees near the speakers.

- That's where I found the gun.

- Are you sure that you saw him down there prior to midnight?

- Positive.

And it looked like he was trying to hide.

- Did you see anybody else acting suspiciously?

- No.

No one suspicious, just George hanging around near the curtains.

- George Starkey, the drummer?

- That's interesting.

Pat confiscated something George was writing, and he was so angry with Pat that he smashed a cymbal.

- We might need to talk to you again.

Thank you, Iris.

Let's start with Daryl and George.

- And then Oona.

(soft music) (door knocking) - What are you doing?

I didn't think fingerprinting required all of this- - It doesn't.

The gun is clean.

I just have a lot to catch up on.

- Now?

After everything that's gone on?

- Work might help me forget.

- Oh.

- Could you make us a pot of tea?

And maybe some more of those delicious little onion things?

- Yes.

(tense music) (tense music continues) - A waitress placed you down at the side of stage speakers, close to Pat Ainsley at the time of his murder.

- I was fixing a loose speaker cable.

I wouldn't kill Pat.

I loved the bloke.

We'd never exchanged a cross word.

- Then why were you arguing earlier?

- Pat wanted to start the set with "My Sweet Marie", but that song always makes me think about my dead mom.

I asked him to sing something else, but he wouldn't budge.

- Try again.

(Peregrine sighing) - Oh, Pat.

(soft music) (soft music continues) - More fan mail for me, mate?

Now's not the time.

I write the songs, okay?

(cymbal crashing) (percussive music) - George.

- Yeah?

- These are the lyrics to a brand new song called "My Baby Loves Me".

Are you The Magentas' real songwriter?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I am.

- Surely that's something to be proud of.

Why would you keep it a secret?

- Pat and Daryl said I had to give Pat the credit for my songs 'cause, you know, I don't really fit the band's image.

- No wonder you were furious when he took this from you.

The waitress said she saw you lurking around the curtains when Pat was shot.

- No, no.

I was looking for my lucky drumstick.

It wasn't me.

What about Daryl?

Yeah, Pat had been auditioning bass guitarists.

He said, you know, Daryl's sound is old and electric's the future.

Daryl was spitting chips.

- I thought he was praying.

- Yeah, not to get fired maybe.

- [James] You were so upset you left the building.

What was that about?

- I needed time to think.

- About means of murder?

- No, about whether I could still face doing the gig.

The Magentas is my band, and we're doing great business here.

Our sound is commercial.

- Yeah, but not cool enough for London, is it?

- After all the favors I'd done for that mongrel and his girlfriend.

- Pat's girlfriend?

Who is she?

- I never met her.

I banned girlfriends from gigs.

Better Pat's fans think they're in with a chance.

- And that is supposed to be, what, a favor to her?

- No, not that.

I had things fixed.

- What things?

- Women's things.

- I see.

Well, surely you must have at least have heard her name.

- It starts with an I. Ila, Iona.

- Iris.

You're Pat Ainsley's ex-girlfriend, aren't you?

- So why did you both pretend otherwise?

- Pat's not allowed to have a girlfriend because it might upset his lovesick fans.

- Then why was he dating you?

- He wasn't, once Daryl found out about it.

- Daryl told Detective Steed that he got things fixed for you.

You were pregnant.

- Yes.

And I was crazy for Pat, but he said a baby wouldn't fit into our lifestyle when he was a famous pop star.

So I got rid of it for him.

And then, he dumped me anyway.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- Don't pretend you understand.

- If he had dumped you, then why did you get the job here tonight?

- Because you wanted to win him back.

- Couldn't hurt to give it one last try.

And I was in too until someone shot him.

(tense music) - She has the most compelling motive.

- Yes, but the bullet direction and the fact that she can't be in two places at once rules her out.

- Detective Steed, are you ready to talk to Oona?

The poor woman, she's just so distraught.

She just wants to go home.

- Distraught about the murder or her son?

- What?

- Oh, her son Feargal was killed five years ago New Year's Eve.

One of his mates was driving drunk, smashed into a tree.

- My god.

- Oh.

Oh.

(revelatory music) Pat Ainsley didn't drink.

I wonder.

Oona clearly hated his guts.

Birdie, when you arrived, did you mention Oona's surname?

- Oh.

No.

- That's what I thought.

Pat called her Mrs. O'Doherty.

(sirens blaring) - Damn, that'll be Sparrow.

I need to brief him.

- We'll take Oona.

- What about Daryl and George?

- Ooh, I could guard them.

I'll see if I can make them spill.

The tea?

Oh, come on.

That was a good one.

- Oh, Samuel.

Pat Ainsley was involved in your son's accident, wasn't he?

- That young idiot was drunk at the wheel and killed my beloved Feargal.

- Oh, Oona.

- He took everything from me.

But seeing him lying there, another young life wasted... - But if you didn't shoot Pat, why did you come to the party when you knew that he'd be here?

- Oh, I know why.

(throwing star thudding) How did I miss that?

It's a ninja throwing star.

- I wanted to start the new year by avenging Feargal, but I failed.

- You're supposed to leave your weapons at the door.

(tense music) - Sorry, I got waylaid.

I couldn't find any onions, but I did manage to make some tea.

- This is my urine.

- Ah.

I still think I'd prefer the tea.

- It's as I suspected.

There's elevated concentrations of human chorionic gonadotropin in my sample.

(soft music) - No.

- Yes.

- It's baffling, sir.

- Hmm.

- We have three persons of interest, but none of their fingerprints were on the weapon because it's been wiped.

Now, it seems likely the killer hid behind a curtain.

- Curtain.

Mm-hmm.

- But if it wasn't one of our three existing suspects, then I don't know if or how they escaped.

- Well, use your noggin.

Maybe they bolted out the door when the lights were off.

- No, sir.

They tried, but they were foiled because there were two people standing right outside.

- Well, didn't they cop a gander?

- No, no, but the door made contact with one of their feet, and that's why the killer was forced to retreat back inside.

- Chief Superintendent.

- Little Fish.

I might have known you'd be here sticking your nose in our business.

- Well, it is my party.

That makes it all kinds of my business.

- And that also makes you a suspect.

- Fair go, sir.

- Where's Sally?

- She's asleep.

- Where were you at the time of the murder?

- I was with Detective Steed outside the ballroom door.

- Shame on you, Steed, letting a skirt put you off your game like that.

- Sir, Ms. Fisher is a highly skilled investigator, and it's insulting to refer to her in that way.

- Well, why don't you two stay here making lovey-dovey eyes at each other, and I'll go and solve the murder?

(tense music) (soft piano music) - Thank you for sticking up for me.

- Come on.

Let's go talk to Oona.

- It wasn't her.

It's a ninja throwing star.

Oona brought it to kill Pat but somebody else got him first.

- Unless that's an elaborate ruse to throw us off the scent.

- I don't think so.

- Well, I have to cover every base.

I can't start the year off with a failure.

- If anybody's failing tonight, it's me.

Pat is dead.

The Magentas are finished.

The party is a disaster.

You and I are still minus a murderer.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

We're a team.

Remember?

We will solve this thing together just like we always do.

Okay?

First, I just need to check on Sally.

(jazz music) (Peregrine sighing) - I know revenge is frowned upon these days.

I don't expect you to understand.

- Oh, but I do.

I lost someone very dear to me recently.

And I was so consumed with my own grief that I withdrew from everything in my life that would've helped me heal.

And then I thought is this what Alexander would've wanted for me.

Do you really think Feargal would want you locked up in a cell for the rest of your life or even worse?

- Hello, hello, hello.

- What do you want?

- I'm looking for Iris, the witness who was snogging the victim.

Have you seen her?

- Not since half a bottle ago.

- Whiskey, huh?

- Irish.

The best.

- Ah.

- Well, I'll leave you and Birdie to it, then.

- Oh, no.

No, no.

Stay.

- No, you've given me food for thought.

(footsteps clicking) - Oh, all right.

Just because it's New Year's Eve.

- Slainte.

(Birdie sighing) (Sally sighing) (door creaking) - Sal?

- I know I said some things.

I'm sorry.

- No.

Don't apologize, it's... Sally, I think it's probably best if you don't sell your house in Hartford right now.

- Of course.

I was having second thoughts about the city anyway.

I think I'd miss all that fresh country air.

(James chuckling) - I'm sorry, Sally.

- Don't be.

- Can I at least drive you back to the hotel?

- James, I'm not your responsibility.

(Sally sighing) (soft jazz music) (jazz music) - You know, you're not a bad-looking woman in the lamplight.

I suppose a New Year's kiss is out of the question.

(Birdie sighing) Oh.

- All right.

Why stop there, Percy?

Huh?

Let's bring this New Year's Eve in with a bang.

Huh?

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Oh, that got him out.

(tense music) - Right.

(tense music) (tense music continues) Oh.

- [James] But the bullet direction and the fact that she can't be in two places at once rules her out.

- Sorry.

Canapes?

- I don't really like onions.

Remember?

- Oh.

Cola?

(tense music) (jazz music) (dramatic music) - Surprise.

(thrilling music) (thrilling music continues) - You should be more careful what you leave lying around.

- Identical twins.

So clever.

I bet even your parents can't tell you apart.

That's why you wear the watches, isn't it?

- She's not as dumb as she looks, Lily.

- I completely understand you hating Pat for dumping you after everything that you went through.

But killing him?

- He made me give up something I love.

- It was a brilliant plan, switching identities with your twin sister to establish an alibi.

And I suppose you squashed the pickled onion into the carpet to mark the spot that'd give you the best shot.

- How observant she is.

- And then, before the band started, you hid, Iris.

Behind the curtain, I suppose.

And then you took over as waitress.

All you had to do was maneuver Pat to the stain and trick him into a midnight kiss.

And then, in the darkness, you came out from behind the curtain, and you shot him.

(gun firing) Nobody would notice a gunshot amongst all the noise.

It was perfect.

Until you tried to flee, and I blocked your escape.

- Time for a little payback, then.

- No, please.

- You were throwing yourself at my boyfriend.

- I wasn't after Pat, I promise.

- Then why did you lead him on?

Just to prove what we all know already?

That girls like you can have whoever you want?

- No, I can't have whoever I want.

None of that matters in the end.

I had a chance with the man that I love, and I blew it.

We blew it, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life missing him.

- I'm not buying that sob story.

- [Lily] We're using you to get us out of here.

- [Peregrine] Then what?

You need to give yourselves up.

- [Iris] You're coming with us.

- [Peregrine] You won't make it.

The police have this place surrounded.

- No way.

You're a liar.

- Drop the weapon.

You're under arrest for murder.

Both of you.

- Twin murderers.

Who would've thought?

I knew you'd get there in the end with a bit of a gee up.

Well done, son.

- Actually, it was Ms. Fisher who solved that, sir.

That was- (Percy laughing) - Yeah, right.

Well, you've earned the rest of the night off.

I'll take it from here.

(Peregrine laughing) - Sally's going back to Hartford.

- Oh.

I'm...

I'm sorry to hear that.

- It's for the best.

- And why is that?

- I think you know why.

- Indulge me.

- Peregrine.

- James.

- Because I want you.

- Now that it's just us, I want to ask a question to Samuel.

(Peregrine gasping) Samuel Gordon Birnside, I love you.

Will you marry me in a registry office as soon as we possibly can?

- Yes.

(all laughing) But wait, wait, wait, wait.

What about my conversion?

Your faith.

- It is something I may struggle with for a long time, but we will always have each other.

I want us to be a family, you, me, and the baby.

- [Birdie] The baby?

- Yes.

We're going to have our very own neonates.

- Oh.

(all cheering) - Congratulations!

Oh, Violetta, that's wonderful.

- Very good.

- Who would've thought we would be this happy after such a tragic start to new year?

- I think somebody else can organize the party next year.

- Yes.

- Maybe.

(Peregrine laughing) - Well, I think we should start 1965 all over again.

Why not?

- Yes.

- Let's count it down.

Here.

- Oh.

- 10.

- Nine.

- Nine.

- [All] Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

- Happy New Year!

- Happy New Year!

♪ May auld acquaintance be forgot ♪ ♪ And never brought to mind ♪ ♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪ ♪ And days of auld lang syne ♪ ♪ For auld lang syne, my dear ♪ ♪ For auld lang syne ♪ ♪ We'll take a cup of kindness yet ♪ ♪ For days of auld lang syne ♪ (cowbell ringing) (romantic music) - Well, Mr. Black And White, you sure you're not afraid of a little bit of gray?

- I'm terrified.

♪ Would I leave you, darling, never ♪ ♪ I'll be buzzing it around to me ♪ ♪ We'll stand together one day with me ♪ (jazz music) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (jazz music continues) (no audio)