[intriguing music playing] There she is. Joyce, are you a nurse? 

Bang on target. 

I'm Elizabeth. Would you take a look at that for me, please? 

Dear God.

[Joyce] It is a lot of blood. 

Would you care to join us to discuss things further? 

Who is "us"? 

I'm sorry, how rude of me.

[music halts] We're the Thursday Murder Club.

[intriguing music resumes]

[Elizabeth] We investigate cold cases. 

It's a club about murder? Does sound a bit bonkers.

[radio host] In breaking news…

[Joyce] There's been a murder, an actual murder! 

The victim appears to have been bludgeoned to death. 

Now we've got a real case to solve. Isn't it wonderful?

[music halts]

Obviously, RIP and all that.

[music resumes]

[man 1] And how do we catch them? 

What we need is a man, or a woman, on the inside. 

Would you like to be investigating the murder? 

Who do you think you are, the head of MI5? 

We better get started. 

Yes, intermediate knitting starts here in one hour.

[music continues] The police are making a list of suspects right now. 

He had plenty of enemies. 

I'm not worried about the cantankerous old farts. 

Police work is off-limits to anyone who isn't the police. 

Plonker.

[man 2] We're all suspects.

[music intensifies, stops]

Bugger.

[sighs] Bugger.

Bugger.

Bugger.

[invigorating music playing] Let's get out there and find the real killer. 

You are mixed up in dangerous things.

Whoo!

How exciting.

[woman screaming]

[foreboding music playing]

[panting]

[dramatic sting]

[gasps] Don't wake the dead.

[invigorating music resumes]

We need backup. Joyce, Ibrahim, Ron. We need the Thursday Murder Club.

[mysterious music playing] If any harm comes to my friends, I will personally be laying a dozen bloodred roses on your coffin.

[music ends]