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Where is home?

It's a question I've asked the guests
on this podcast dozens of times.

Is it the town you grew up in?

Is it where the people you care about live?

Where they died?

It's a question I've never wanted
to ask myself.

But this series, I'm going to do just that.

Instead of trying to make sense
of other people's stories...

I'm going to try and understand my own.

The thing that drew me back to Stratford
might be a hoax.

It probably is.

But it planted the thought in my head.

How did my mother really die?

I'm Emilia Belmont

and this is Quest for Justice...

Death in the Family.

- And you don't know who sent it?
- No.

"Don't live a lie. Ask your father
what really happened to your mother."

And did you?

Well, I tried last night,
but it didn't go well.

He's always been cold.

Detached. It's why we fell out.

And so what did happen to your mother?
As far as you know.

Well, she came off the road in
the Lake District and crashed into a ditch.

They didn't find the car till a week later.
By then it was too late.

Dreadful.

Oh, thank you.

Did the police think there was anything
suspicious at the time?

I don't know, I was only six.

Look, I know I'm too close to this,
which is why I need help.

And you... you'd like to use us
in your podcast?

Oh, definitely.

Yeah, I usually investigate cold cases
by myself

so it'll be fascinating to give my listeners
an insight into how

professional detectives go about it.

Fabulous.

When I trained at RADA

my tutor did say I have a voice
made for the airwaves.

Yeah, and a face for it too.

Oh, have you listened to the show?

Yes! Every episode.

It's compulsive listening. I have it on
while I'm using my loofah in the bath.

Now there's an image
I'll never be able to un-see.

- Right, so, are you interested?
- Absolutely.

- Yes!
- Oh, thank you.

- Any questions?
- Uh, yes.

What's a podcast?

No, really. What's a podcast?

I received a letter.

It said I should ask you
what really happened to Mum.

Please, Emilia.

I haven't seen you for years.
Don't drag up the past.

You afraid of what I'll find?

- Put the microphone away.
- No.

Then get out!

I'll not be treated as some sideshow
for other people's entertainment.

I will find out the truth.
You can count on it.

Told you it didn't go well.

Was I too hard on him?

No, I just, I...
We will go and see him though

and I think we'll try a little bit
of a softer approach.

While they're gone, perhaps we could discuss

how I can contribute to your podcast?

Uh, actually,
I think I might need a moment alone.

Mm-hm. If you're planning
any dramatic reconstructions

you should know that
I'm a trained professional

with a playing age from 17 to 68.

- Oh, that seems quite broad.
- Thank you.

OK.

I mean, imagine growing up here.

It's like a haunted house.

This podcast is free publicity.

If it gets us more work, I don't mind
handling the odd stray ghoulie.

Whatever makes you happy.

Welcoming.

Hello.

Mr Belmont. I wonder, could we have a word?

Oh, this is homely.

Did Emilia hire you?

Um...

We are working for your daughter, yeah.

We're just trying to put her mind at rest.

Perhaps I overreacted last night.

Please, tell her I'm sorry.

I was surprised to see her,
and when she asked about her mother

Leah...

What did you make of the letter she was sent?

Just some crank, no doubt.

It's a town full of actors,
there's no shortage of nutters.

When she disappeared,
did you contact the police?

Not at first.

Look, my marriage wasn't perfect.

Sometimes we'd argue and Leah would go back
to her parents for a few days.

So, when she didn't come home,
I assumed that's what had happened.

Did you argue often?

Leah was 12 years younger than me

just 23 when she got pregnant.

Perhaps she wasn't ready to settle down.

But I loved her with all my heart.

D...

Does Emilia think that I was involved
in her mother's disappearance?

She just suspects that there's more to it
than she's been told.

She's wrong

and someone's playing a cruel trick on us.

How'd you get on?

He stuck to the story about your mother dying
in an accident.

Yeah, he's not gonna talk.
We need to find out who sent this letter.

Did your dad have any enemies?

Uh, I dunno.

But I haven't seen him for over ten years.

When I was growing up, the only other people
he mixed with were other enigmatologists.

Enigma-whats?

They're setters of puzzles.

Dad writes the crossword for the local paper.

There are a whole bunch of them
that do something similar.

Really?
What, and they make a living out of that?

Barely.

But it makes them feel part of something.

They used to meet up one evening every month.

They'd hide clues about the location
in their puzzles.

It was quite childish, really.

Do you know where we can find any of these...

enema-tologists?

Uh...

Actually, there was one enigmatologist
who used to babysit for me

when I was little.

Yeah, he was a Swedish guy, Sven Svensson.

And, uh...

he used to write little logic puzzles
for me to do while my parents were out.

Do you remember where he lived?

Uh, it might not be there anymore.

Yeah, well, we've got to start somewhere,
haven't we?

Yeah, alright.

- Have you got your wellies?
- We are professionals.

- Ready for every eventuality, hey?
- Come on.

Oh, ya...

I never said Sebastian
could borrow my wellies!

Sorry!
We had to infiltrate the Anglers' Union.

- You know, and I didn't want him to look...
- Don't say it.

- Fishy.
- She said it.

Hi, Sven?

- I don't know if you remember me.
- Emmie?

Little Emmie!

- It has been years.
- Yeah!

Mwah! Mwah.

I hear you are a pod-person now.

Uh, podcaster.

You make a kind of radio programme?

Yeah, who told you?

Your father listens.

He's very proud of you.

Oh, um...

We're doing a story
about how my mum died.

Is it OK to record you?

Of course.

Um, these are private investigators.

They're working on the story with me.

Hi. I'm Luella Shakespeare.

This is my partner, business partner,
Frank Hathaway.

Hello.

Um, I...

received this.

Do you know who might have sent it?

You recognise the handwriting?

You remember Nerissa Norris?

Oh, I could hardly forget her.

In the past few years,
she's become increasingly, uh...

shall we say "erratic"?

This is probably her idea of a joke.

- It's not very funny.
- I did not say it was a good joke.

I would not pay any attention to it.

Can you tell us where to find her?

Oh, she's a very private person.

- Oh, please, Sven.
- I'm sorry, little mouse.

It would be wrong for me to tell you.

Um, the night my mum's body was found

you were at the house with Dad, weren't you?

There was a bonfire.
He was burning something?

Oh, he was frantic, out of his mind.

He was burning your mother's clothes.

Why?

Well, he was not behaving rationally.

He seemed to be furious with the world
for taking Leah from him.

But I am afraid you do not remember
quite right.

It was not the day
your mother's body was found.

It was the evening before.

So, how did he know she was dead?

I knew something wasn't right.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Oh, hey, Seb.

Hello.

Did you notice something?

Anthony and Sven...

were both doing the same chess puzzle
in the newspaper.

And they had identical maps too.

Do you think they still meet up?
Cos if they do...

that's where we'll find Nerissa.

Yes.

Although we would have to solve the puzzle
to find out where they were meeting

and I don't think Sven's
gonna help us with that.

- Why is he...?
- Oh, yeah, he does that.

To the naked eye, I'm indistinguishable

from any other old person
collecting their pension

or... complaining to the council.

But in truth, I am an undercover agent!

A-ha!

Ah...

Recordings of my exploits could form
an exciting regular strand of your podcast.

Just think.

The adventures of Sebastian Brudenell,
human chameleon.

O-OK, please don't hurt me.

You must forgive Sebastian.

His enthusiasm can sometimes
come across as complete insanity.

Ahem. Look...

Even if we can find out where the, um...

- Enema...
- Enigmatologists.

...are meeting, how can we find out when?

They always used to put the clue in the paper

the same day they were meeting,
so it must be this evening.

- Do you know who set the puzzle?
- It would have been Tom.

He was a whiz at chess when he was young.

And do you know his surname?

Uh, no.

Um, but he publishes his puzzles
under the pen name "Gratiano" if that helps.

Uh, yeah, hey. We can work with that.

We are, after all, professionals.

Now, team...

we're gonna go with Protocol 38 to trace him.

Proto what?

- The one with the orchid.
- The orchid! The one with the orchid.

- Now, all set?
- Yes.

One urgent delivery to be forwarded
to the Grandmaster Gratiano.

And this really works?

The techniques of the your modern-day
professional PI

are more of an art form than a science.

Y'know, nothing is guaranteed.

But in my many years of experience...

this particular technique has proven useful
in over 37 different cases.

- Let me tell you about some of them.
- No, that's alright.

We might be here for a long, long time

and I'm sure your listeners would appreciate
my tales from the mean streets.

What, of Stratford?

"But how did the dog get that necklace
from the blackmailer

in the first place?" I hear you ask.

Make it stop.

- Well, that's where Frankie comes in...
- Ooh, courier!

I first heard about the case
some six months...

Thanks, Frank, that's all really great stuff.
Thank you.

Well, we didn't have to wait too long,
did we?

- Didn't we?
- The stakeout was the cornerstone

of information gathering.

It's like being at war.

Long periods of quiet frustration
followed by a brief moment of frantic action.

Bit like a date with Frank.

- Oh!
- Game on.

He's getting away.

Don't worry.

Eh?

Hello?

Tom, it's Emilia Belmont.

Tom?

This is a surprise.

I... can't speak right now, I'm driving.

Oh.

This is Frank and Lu,
they're helping me with my current project.

- You won't be requiring that.
- No, I'm recording a podcast.

That's your problem.

Right, um... we're trying to find Nerissa.

I didn't realise she was lost.

Look, can you help us?

Can I? Or will I?

- Oh, come on...
- Two very different questions.

She doesn't want to speak to you,
and neither do I.

Is, uh...

Ooh!

Ahem. Snug.

Uh, is this your work?

Trifling effort.

Suitable only for the riff-raff.

Uh, the title, "Follow the Queen", is that
a clue about where you're meeting tonight?

How do you know about that?

Because nothing in this town ever changes.

Come on, just give us a hint.

Or are you ashamed
that your puzzle's too easy?

It's a workman-like effort, but I'm sure
it's still quite beyond your capabilities.

Oh, well, then you've got nothing
to worry about.

Very well then.

Begin with the princes.

The rest you already have.

Good day.

Oh...

Excuse me, sorry.

Is it my turn to ask,
"What are we doing here?"

- Go for it.
- What are we doing here?

Begin with the princes.

Richard III.

The princes in the tower?

So, if this really is the starting location

all we've got to do now is work out
how it relates to the chess puzzle.

Well, how are you at chess?

There's checkmate, actually,
six moves from this starting position.

You terrify me sometimes.

What are the moves?

Uh, white queen to A7.

Black pawn to H6.

White knight to G6.

- Black...
- Hang on.

Follow the queen.

We use the grid on the map as a chessboard

and follow the path the queen takes
during the game.

- Yes.
- Now, what are the moves again?

White queen to A7.

And where does the queen move next?

G7 three moves later.

There must be somewhere round here
you could hold a meeting.

Perhaps they're in a submarine.

That's really helpful, Frank. Yeah, great.

Look.

Nerissa?

Oh, hello.

I'm Lu Shakespeare.
This is my colleague, Frank Hathaway.

Who told you how to find me?

No one, actually.

We worked it out ourselves that the group
were gonna meet here tonight.

- You are early.
- No.

I come here to work.

It's quiet.

So why meet here
if you don't want to be disturbed?

Oh, it's that idiot Tom's idea of a joke.

He chose it to annoy me.

- Why did you write to me?
- Ask your father.

I did. He threw me out.

Oh... that man is his own worst enemy.

Time is not on his side.

Why? Is he ill?

Very.

Which you'd know if you made
the slightest effort to stay in touch.

Not even a flicker of concern.

He deserved better than you.

Why didn't you just tell me
he was ill in the letter?

I thought you might be glad
and stay away until it was too late.

- Well, why would you think that?
- You take after your mother.

She was a worthless tramp
that overreached herself.

Drained the life from your poor father
and gave nothing back.

You're a spiteful old cow.

Don't listen to her,
she's just trying to wind you up.

And succeeding.

Hope you're proud of yourself.

She had it coming.

She's always been a little brat.

So why'd you want to help her?

I don't.

It's Anthony who needs to banish his demons
while there's still time.

Working with real
detectives has given this story new weight.

Brought home the reality
of what might have happened.

You see...

experience has taught me
that anyone can do anything

in the right circumstances.

The trick is to remain detached.

See people as part of the web
that surrounds them.

Crimes don't occur in a vacuum.

I think we've heard enough.

That was you, wasn't it?

I know.

Yeah, Emilia released the first episode
of the podcast last night.

Great publicity for the agency.

Although, not everyone was featured.

It's ridiculous, there's no mention of me.

No one would even know I was involved.

Bit like your acting career then, yeah?

Uh!

Are you gonna answer that?

Shakespeare and Hathaway,
private investigators.

Sebastian, it's Viola.

Darling! You'll never guess
who we're working with.

Emilia Belmont, I know. I heard her podcast.

She's saving my entrance
until it will make the most impact.

It's about her father.

Something's happened.

I'm so sorry.

Police are on their way, but we thought
you'd want to hear it from us first.

I know you and your dad weren't very close

but this just... this must be so hard.

Sebastian's gone to meet his friend.
She's a policewoman.

Yeah, maybe she can tell us more.

Just so sorry.

I hate to, um...

talk about practical things, but...

does this mean the podcast is dust?

Why would I stop?

Well...

cos you've had a big shock.

Well, that man killed my mother.

His death is just gonna make it
harder to prove.

Uh... one of those, please,
with all the frills.

Ah...

Vegan ice-cream, it's expensive

but worth it to save the planet
from cow farts.

Sure.

Do you have any information for me?

Oh...

- I shouldn't.
- Oh, come on!

And you can say you helped out my dear friend
Emilia Belmont.

I interviewed a witness
who was there when the body was found.

Turns out she saw the man
who phoned the police

go through the victim's pockets
before he made the call.

Did he take anything?

Yes, but she never saw what.

Do you know who he was?

We're still tracing the mobile

but turns out he spoke with a foreign accent.

Thanks. He's paying.

Uh...

Looks like the police traced the 999 call.

We're too late.

But what's Tom doing here?

We won't be getting to talk
to Sven anytime soon.

I vote we follow him, see what he's up to.

Come on.

Belt.

This time, you die!

Or I still have a front door key,
if that helps!

Well, go on then.

So...

do you want to tell us
what you were doing here?

Or would you rather we showed the police
our video of your attempted home invasion?

Gnome invasion!

I wasn't after anything that you people
would find valuable.

Ah, see, the trouble is,
now you've made it sound more intriguing.

Mm.

What's that for?

Dad's writing desk.

Where did you get it from?

Anthony didn't come to our meeting
last night.

Sven was worried...

went looking for him this morning.

He found the body?

And took this from it.

I think you should show us what it is
that's worth robbing a dead man for.

I think you've got some explaining to do.

- You promise you'll delete it?
- Yeah, you can watch me do it.

And you'll let me take the postcard?

If we think you're telling the truth, yeah.

There used to be another member of our group.

Its founder...

Doctor Bassanio.

A truly inventive man.

- I don't remember him.
- Course you don't!

You were just a child when he passed away.

- If I could continue!
- Yeah, please do.

Doctor Bassanio's puzzles were...

works of art...

in a different league
to our pedestrian efforts.

His efforts had made him wealthy

but when he passed away,
he had no heir.

So, when a series of four anonymous
postcards arrived

we soon realised what he'd done.

On the back of each postcard
was a single word.

Put together, they read,
"Seek out my legacy."

It was Doctor Bassanio's final riddle.

The map to his fortune.

And did you find it?

No.

Despite considering various theories
over the years

we never succeeded.

So you came here to steal this?

To preserve it.

We couldn't let someone who didn't
understand its value just dispose of it.

Was my mother part of this group?

Hardly.

She lacked the intellectual rigour
that was necessary to join us.

She was pleasant enough to look at,
but that was about the extent of her talents.

So, um...

Who owns the other postcards now?

Sven, Nerissa and I.

I'd like to take a look at yours.

That wasn't part of the agreement.

- Or I could just rip this one up?
- No!

Very well, I will send you a copy.

I've already said more than I should.

So please, the video!

No, Emilia, wait!

Please, don't let him upset you.

Oh, Tom's always been a stuck-up creep.
He doesn't bother me.

Well, then what is it?

It's...

Mum had a horrible life here
and then she passed away

and things just carried on
as if she never existed.

They'd sooner just waste their days
playing those stupid games with each other.

This must all be so upsetting for you.

I'm sorry, it's over. I can't do this.

Everything I hear, it just makes me furious

that he will never pay
for what he did to her.

I'm sorry.

The father
I grew up with was a cold, brittle man

but he was also one who talked
about my mother like this...

Living without Leah was like...

someone had stolen all the colour
from the world.

She was my...

my one.

I would never hurt her.

Is that the voice of guilt or grief?

I know what I believe.

But now I don't know if the truth
will ever be found because I'm letting it go.

Sorry, Mum.

I failed.

This is a disaster.

It is very, very sad.

Two episodes without a single mention of me.

Right. Yeah, no, I was coming at sadness
from a different angle.

She's lost her whole family.

Yes, that too.

She must still want to find out
what happened to her mother.

If we can come up with something solid,
I bet we could tempt her back.

Perhaps she'd be more interested
in a collaboration

if she was better acquainted
with my previous work?

I'm not sure you're grasping
the real issue here, Sebastian.

Are you sure we shouldn't just
leave her alone?

Give her time to grieve and heal?

Maybe.

But work is a bit thin on the ground lately.

And it is free publicity.

You two are all heart, aren't you?

Hey! We've got bills to pay

and she's got a mystery that's haunting her.

Do you know what I was thinking this morning
when I drove in?

What if Leah had found
Doctor Bassanio's fortune?

And one of the others had killed her,
out of greed or jealousy?

Well, if she did find it,
we need to see the other postcards.

See if they can help us follow the trail.

Well, the police should have finished up
at Sven's caravan by now

and he seemed to really care about Emilia,
didn't he? So...

Maybe he'd show us his postcard.

And Tom sent us a copy of his,
so that would just leave Nerissa.

She's totally paranoid.

She's gonna keep it close, isn't she?

Sebastian, what do you know about birds?

"When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring."

- So nothing then?
- Not a thing, no.

It doesn't matter,
you're still the man for the job.

What job?

Ahem.

Don't mind me.

I'm just here to look at the birds,
not ruffle any feathers.

If you'll forgive the pun.

I'll just set myself down here.

You won't hear a peep out of me.

I can't work with people around.

You won't even notice I'm here.

Wonder why Keeler's come back again today?

Mm.

Oh, nice boots.

- Thank you.
- Are they poo proof?

Is Mr Svensson under arrest?

He's helping us with our enquiries.

But he's not a killer.

So, he happened to stumble across the body
of someone he knew?

Very convenient.

Look, whatever happened between them,
Anthony clearly missed his wife.

A memorial bench seems like a logical place
for Sven to go looking for him.

If you think he's so innocent,
what are you doing here?

Well, I'm not on a fishing expedition
like you are.

- I'm here on official business.
- Oh, where's forensics?

Uniform, huh?

You're here to save face.

Trying to find something to prove
you've got the right man.

I haven't got time for this.

Listen...

I'll make a deal with you.

I'll show you what we came for if you let us
examine it before you take it in.

Go on then.

No!

Ah, here it is.

A postcard?

We think this is a very important clue.

Give me the book.

- What?
- Give me the book!

- I didn't...
- The book.

You said we could examine it.

Yeah, that was before you tried to cheat me.

Thank you.

An aquatic warbler!

A what?

A promiscuous bird
that has multiple partners.

Really?

Take a look, this is, uh...

rare opportunity to see one
quite so far inland.

- I don't see anything.
- Over there.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Do you enjoy spying on promiscuous birds?

Not usually my scene.

- Shame.
- Just keep looking at the water.

You're just a big tease, aren't you?

I know what you want.

I'm very sure you don't.

Why don't we find out?

Oh, how did you get on?

"And let me speak to the yet-unknowing world,
how these things came about.

So shall you hear of carnal,
bloody and unnatural acts."

I mean, to be fair,
if you're gonna be an actor

you'd better get used to
"carnal and unnatural acts".

Did she take a shine to you?

Let's never speak of this again.

So...

That's all of them.

Hm.

Do you think it's relevant
that we've got a golden eagle

a silver birch, bronze shield

maybe, what, a lead statue?

Something to do with the metals, maybe?

Ha!

You alright?

I made a copy of Bassanio's will.

Smug fools were off chasing a mystery,
didn't even check if it existed.

No mention of the postcards.

No instructions on how to send them out.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean he couldn't have
asked somebody to send them after he'd died.

There was no prize.
He left the bulk of his fortune to Leah.

Yes, look at this. Look...

"I leave this money to Leah Belmont
so she can finally be free."

Why would he do that?

If he had no family,
maybe he wanted to give her a way out.

I mean, it can't have been very nice for her
being looked down upon by all those people.

Leah was an outcast
among your father's friends

but I think she was smarter
than the lot of 'em.

She invented Doctor Bassanio's legacy?

She made up a puzzle without an answer
as a punishment for the way they treated her.

She knew they wouldn't be able to resist

and they'd go crazy trying to solve it.

Meanwhile, she takes her daughter,
disappears with the inheritance.

Except she never got the chance

cos only a few weeks after the doctor died

her car came off the road,
either by accident or foul play.

It wasn't an accident.

What we haven't considered
is the crucial role

of the office staff in a breakthrough
such as this.

For what it's worth...

Leah had your father's friends
chasing their tails for 20 years.

Searching for money she already had.

Yeah, I suppose that is a kind of justice,
isn't it?

Yeah, I'll drink to that.

Shall we? Shall we go to the pub?

Frank?

There's good news and bad news.

- What?
- The bad news, we were wrong.

The good news

we're definitely going to the pub.

Ta-dah!

So sorry. Sometimes he forgets
to take his medication.

The reason your father's friends
couldn't solve the riddle

was because they didn't share
my particular lifestyle choices.

Which is how they all managed
to hold down jobs!

I used to drink here in the '90s.

Back then, the sign was a duck
in a field by a lake.

- No!
- Yes!

So what's the second one, then?

Am I the only one here who hasn't gone
completely mad?

Your turn.

Will someone please tell me what's going on?

Look where they were sent from.

- They're all from different places.
- Yes.

It's not the pictures
or the message that's the clue.

It's the postmarks.

The first one's from Duckinfield.

Literally a duck in a field.

It's the old pub sign.

Oh, and then it's Gunhill.

Bingo!

And look, what's this?

- What is it?
- I don't know.

What's the next postmark?

Chapel Avenue.

And then it's Golden Lane.

Hey, you know what there is in Chapel Avenue
with a big gold sign?

Somewhere you might...

store something?

It's alright, you don't need to answer,
he's... he is gonna tell you anyway.

- Any joy?
- Yeah, it was a ticket

for something that had been pawned.

But then why didn't it have
the shop's address on?

Because it was no normal ticket.

In exchange for a large retainer,
the shop agreed never to sell the item.

What's wrong?

It was my mum's.

Oops.

Emilia, what is it?

Dad was telling the truth.

What, so Leah did die in an accident?

No.

No, it's not that.

But that's all he ever told you, isn't it?

That's not true, is it?

Cos on your podcast there's a clip of Anthony

that wasn't on the recording
you originally played us.

You went to see him again, didn't you?

What did he tell you?

He found me at Mum's bench.

I was so sure he'd done it,
and he wouldn't confess.

And I made it clear that I would never
let this rest, so...

he told me the truth.

I listened to your show.

Heard your lies.

They're not lies.

Living without Leah was...

like someone had stolen
all the colour from the world.

She was my... my one.

I'd never hurt her.

Well, we both know that isn't true.

You killed her.

I didn't kill her!

She left.

She didn't want us anymore.

Dad, there was a death certificate.

It was a fake.

In case you ever started asking questions.

Well, no, Dad,
she would have taken me with her.

Wouldn't she?

It took me three weeks to track her down.

She said she didn't want anything to do
with either of us.

She was adamant.

The next day, I...

I invented the car accident
and told people she'd died in it.

You'll say anything, won't you?

You disgust me.

Telling a lie like that
to try and save your own neck.

She left this ring as a last spiteful taunt

in case Dad ever solved her puzzle.

It was you, wasn't it?

You killed him.

I don't believe a word you say!

It's the truth!

Please, don't walk away from me again!

I didn't mean to hurt him.

All this time, he was remote
because he was heart-broken.

And I killed him for a kind lie, for...

For not telling a little girl that her mum
had abandoned her.

What happens now?

I don't suppose we can just pretend
that we never had this conversation?

I came here thinking
that Stratford wasn't my home any longer.

Wanting that to be true.

But now I see that this place
has shaped everything

that's happened in my life

even when I was somewhere else.

Apparently, my father used to listen
to this podcast.

It breaks my heart that he won't ever hear
this final episode.

Won't get to know how very sorry I am.

If she gets sent down, do you think
she'll need someone to take over the podcast?

Reassuringly self-centred of you.

She needs to think about these things.

She could train me up
while she's out on bail.

How long do you get for manslaughter?

We should go and meet her.

Uh, without me?

I think she's been through enough, don't you?

Hiya.

Uh, what are we doing here?

Well, now that we're famous detectives
in the podiverse...

- Yeah, that's not a thing.
- Yes, it is.

No, it's not.

We thought we'd use our powers for good.

Yeah, we've, um...
We've managed to track down

somebody we think
you might quite like to meet.

Who?

No...

Um, n-no, she said she wanted nothing
to do with me.

Look, she was so much younger then.

A lot of water's gone under the bridge.

Listen, you don't have to speak to her.

We thought we'd give you the option.

Thanks.