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Ah! Ah!

- Argh! You've-you've killed me!
- What?

You're supposed
to be on my team.

- Ah.
- Latest goodies.

All exclusively available
through Melville's Memorabilia.

Hah! All new Queen Zestra!

It's a good one.

Oh, and you've had
an upgrade too.

Erm, new costume.

Increased flexibility
functions. Yeah.

Oh, mugs and masks for
Sword-con in the morning.

And you, my darling,
just perfection.

Much better knockers than
the actress who plays you.

Uh, Dad! Don't say things
like that tomorrow.

You're killing me off?

It wasn't my idea.

Jesus! When were
you gonna tell me?

Oh, Artie! You knew?

I told them not
to. I swear, Mum.

Well, whose idea was this?

We need to boost ratings.

It was pressure from
the new commissioner.

We agreed by committee.

What are you, La Cosa Nostra?

Darling,

a high profile
murder is gold dust.

Millions will mourn you.

Would you like to
see your new doll?

Shut up, Gerry!

Look, fans haven't forgiven
you for killing Harkus.

This way, they
get sweet justice.

Everyone will be hooked.

It'll be like

"Who Shot JR?"

Who?

Who killed
Laura Palmer?

It was huge.

Ema, you too?

I want a divorce.

Darling, you're overreacting.
This isn't about us.

It's business.

And I'm gonna sue you.

- Hah. Bridge, calm down...
- And you.

Take your precious dolls
and shove 'em up your ass!

Yep...

That went well.

See you tomorrow!
For the big day.

Watch how you go!

Ah, please, please!

- Please! Come on, one ticket!
- No. And take that off.

That show is fire!

And you could get me VIP access.

I am not getting you a
ticket for Sword-Con, Tez.

- Mum...
- Because you won't need one.

Because you're coming with me.

Seriously?

- What, you got a guest-list?
- No.

I've got an
immigrant work ethic.

Which you don't seem
to have inherited.

And a debt, which
you will inherit.

And if it's not paid
off before I die,

I'm gonna come back
as something annoying

with very sharp teeth.

You're coming to
work for me, Tez.

And get a shower, we
leave in ten minutes.

Proper man smell
that, look, Mum.

♪ I don't wanna leave my home ♪

♪ Now take me away ♪

Mum, turn this down!

♪ I know ♪

♪ There's nothing here ♪

♪ I don't wanna leave my home ♪

♪ I don't wanna
leave my home ♪

Oh my gosh! This is like
medieval or something! What!

Mrs. Sidhu, welcome.

I'm Ema, Housekeeper
of Ravenslair.

I'm Tez.

And what a lot of house to keep.

Lovely
to meet you, Ema.

This place is sick!

Take that off.

You'll be
doing the catering

for Mr. Melville, his
family, cast of the TV show

and Super-pass holders,

those rich and stupid enough
to spend a thousand pounds

to get up close and personal

with the flawed reality
of their heroes.

And they've asked
you... to wear these.

Here you go, old crone.

Oh, hah, no.

I don't do wrinkles
and white hair.

"Beige don't age!"
It's a cultural thing.

Also a contractual thing.

Sorry.

Huh. Sword-Con, eh?

May it be the first of many.

Yeah, Dad, first of many.

I'm... Zondar the Great.

Welcome, Crone of the South.

What brings you to
my castle, peasant?

If you put me on Tik-Tok again,

I am gonna sign up and share

the plop plop clip
with the world.

I thought you deleted that?

Delete your first ever
potty training video? Hmm?

What else am I gonna
show your future fiancé

on our first supper together?

- Oh. You're mental.
- Why, thank you, mortal.

Have a look, have
a look at this...

Thank you so much.

Athdar!
Can I get a photo?

Uh, yeah! Of course.

- Hey, babe.
- Ah, hi.

Have you seen my new doll?

Given me a boob job,
what's that all about?

Ah, you do not need a boob job.

Are you flirting with me, Artie?

I'm just saying, you're
perfect as you are.

- I've got no penis.
- Really?

Okay.

My doll, it's got no penis.

- Lovely.
- No balls either.

We are talking of balls,
anyone seen Bridget?

She's not here yet.

Artie, give her a call.

I tried her three
times last night

and she's still blanking me.

- And I was against it.
- Against what?

Episode ten.

Oh, God, she didn't
take it well?

I could be an actor.

You must find the place inside
where everything is possible.

How about you try and find
the garlic salt instead?

I got the costume on, feel
like the character already.

Say a few words, look moody.

Oi! Oh.

Having fans is
overrated, believe me.

Got a lot of fans
then, granddad?

Eddie Melville. Just a few.

- Right. Yeah, I knew that!
- Mm!

You likebhajis, Mr. Melville?

I am so sorry I slapped you.

Mrs. Sidhu, of Sidhu's
High Class Catering,

Slough and environs.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Sidhu. I'm
Selene, we spoke on the phone.

Oh, hello, Selene,
lovely to meet you.

Oh, dear, you do look stressed.

Ginger tea? Or
maybe just some gin?

Oh, I wish, thanks, but no,
sorry, I've got no time.

Dad, Bridget's
still not turned up.

- I don't think she will.
- Well, she has to!

She's contractually obliged
to do all the press and PA's.

We're on in three
minutes! So are you!

Yes, yes. Oh!

Oh, would you like me to follow
on with some refreshments?

- You read my mind.
- It's what I do.

Whose first?

- Your name?
- Tituba. Tituba Hemlock.

T-U...

Argh! Damn. Uh, one moment.

Can't I just use a biro?

Macha macaroon?

Uh, ta.

Crone of the South, nice.

Queen of The East underneath.

Here you are.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- It's so nice to meet you!
- Your name?

I mean I've
told them numerous times.

I told my agent, I told my PA...

Right, I've just spoken
to Bridget's agent,

he's assured me she's on route.

I've delayed entry
for ten minutes.

Brilliant, I can go for a slash.

Damn.

Hi,
it's Bridget, leave a message.

Bridge, you okay?

Where are ya?

Listen, I'm sorry about the...

Look, just give me a call, okay?

Tez, put the coconut prawns on

and keep an eye on
the paneer kebabs.

Mum,
I'm all over it.

Alright, bye.

Alright, mate, you
peaked too early?

Bridge?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Jesus, Christ on
a bike. Bridget.

No, no, no! No, no, don't.

Don't touch anything
until Forensics get here.

Who are you?

Mrs. Sidhu, of Sidhu's
High Class Catering,

Slough and environs.

Ah, Bridget, Ah!

- Yes, so you said...
- Excuse me, sir.

What you questioning my mum for?

I found the body. Unfortunately.

She's still in shock.

Or maybe fortunately,

because I actually do have
a photographic memory.

And you're here as?

- Oh, caterer, chief caterer.
- Ah.

What is Sword-Con exactly?

Fan convention,
for "Swordmaster."

The TV Series.

It's massive. You
haven't heard of it?

Nope.

Maybe you need to broaden
your horizons, boss.

No, I'm quite happy
with my horizons.

Any suspicious
characters, Sergeant?

All of them?

Thanks.

The Queen is dead.

Found by one Cormac Burn.

He's an actor,

plays Nordis in "Swordmaster."

Forensics estimate time of death

between 11.30 and 12:00
midnight last night.

No sign of a murder weapon.

Suspected to be a knife with
a 18 to 20 centimetre blade.

Stab wounds to
the gut and chest,

severed carotid arteries.

Oh, God.

That's exactly how
Zestra slayed Harkus.

Bridget Anderson played Queen
Zestra in "Swordmaster."

Zestra killed her
brother, Harkus

by stabbing him in the gut
and slitting his throat.

Ah. Copycat killer?

Well, yeah, but the first
one wasn't real, so...

Yeah, I'm aware
television isn't real.

Of course, sir.

But some people find it
harder to differentiate.

- Crazy fan perhaps?
- Well, possibly.

Inspector!

What are the chances?

- Mrs. Sidhu?
- Seriously?

- And you're here...
- Catering. Well, I was.

Dressed as?

Crone of the South.

I was actually here
when the body was found.

Of course you were.

Hope you've got your
mojo back, Inspector.

Mint.

What if
she's stalking you?

- Oh, very funny.
- I'm not joking.

Cormac Byrne?

- I'm DCI Burton.
- I'm DS Mint.

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

- Please, take a seat.
- Yeah, of course.

It's
proper weird, this.

Usually it's me doing
the questioning.

Played a detective
in my last job.

DC Doyle, so I was.

Three series. Anyway, I didn't
work for two years after that.

Till "Swordmaster" came
along, and that saved my life.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm
rambling. Shit.

I'm still shaking.

It's okay, Cormac, try to relax.

It must've
been horrific

for you to find your
co-star like that.

Aye, you could say that.

Did you notice anyone else
around when you found her?

No.

Except for the catering
lady. Aye, she was there.

Of course.

She heard me
screaming apparently.

I can't even remember screaming.

Were you close?

- With Bridget?
- Hm.

Did you have a good
working relationship?

Yeah, I did, aye.

Bridge was a grafter,
no airs and all of that.

Just one of us.

And she was proper talented too.

Do you have any
leads, Detective?

Give us a chance.

Look, do you know of anyone who

may have wanted to harm Bridget?

No.

I mean, there are
some intense fans.

Zestra was a
controversial figure.

She had her fair share of
online haters and that.

God, you're not thinking
John Lennon, are you?

Please be assured we won't rest

until the perpetrator's
been found.

Now, given the very
nature of the wounds,

we could be looking
at a copycat incident.

Carried out by an obsessive fan.

Oh, God.

Every ticket
holder had the address.

And whose idea was that?

Do you have CCTV
covering the premises?

Only at the entry gate,

but we had full security
for the convention.

Too little too late.

Anything at the
back, near the woods?

Has there been any trolling,

disturbing behaviour
on social media,

any death threats?

- Only from her own family.
- Artie...

Could you care to
elaborate, please?

They wanted to kill
mum off, didn't they?

She got hold of episode ten.

She read her death scene...

and, and if that
hadn't happened,

then mum wouldn't have
gone out to the woods and

she'd still be here!

Apologies, Detective.
Artie's in a lot of pain.

It's true, we did decide

to kill off Bridget's
character, Queen Zestra.

We felt it was the,

the big dramatic moment
the series needed.

Zestra
was like marmite.

Some fans absolutely loved her.

Others loved to hate her.

Would you show me the footage?

Yeah, of course. Follow me.

Hmm.

Um...

- Chai?
- To drink or to wear?

Good one, partner!

Did you know

that Bridget was found dead

next to a doll of her character?

Actors?

Well, don't you
think that's weird?

Well, not as weird as bumping
into you again dressed like...

Look, why don't we just stick to

what we're being paid for?

Good. Glad you agree.

- Get that down you.
- Thank you.

Dear, oh, dear. It's
all too much to take in.

- Where's Eddie?
- Locked himself in the study.

Where is the study?

Hello, it's Mrs. Sidhu

of Sidhu's High Class
Catering Slough and environs.

I don't want anything!

I know.

But I do bring cardamon chai
and homemade Indian sweets.

Medically proven to be
very good for shock.

Thank you.

There.

Here you go.

Go on. Plenty more
where that came from.

Plenty more.

Doesn't feel real.

This is as if we're all trapped

inside one of my books
and can't get out.

Surely you wouldn't
write anything so cruel.

I've written events
much more cruel.

I feel this is karma.

Oh, yeah, karma. She
can be a right bitch.

- I shouldn't laugh.
- Why not?

Life is mainly
comedy plus tragedy.

And eating through both.

She threatened me with divorce.

Hm. I used to threaten
my husband with divorce

every other week,
I didn't mean it.

I'm in a nightmare, Mrs. Sidhu.

Shock, denial, anger,

bargaining,
depression, acceptance.

All the stages of grief.

Oh, plus, the wailing if
you're Indian. Lots of wailing.

Lots to look forward to then?

Hm.

It's Artie I worry about most.

He dotes on his mother.

Okay. Stop.

Please go, just go back
a bit. Yeah, there.

That's just
Gerry and Stan leaving.

Yeah. I need to
speak to your father.

Okay. I'll take you up.

That's my mum.

She was incredible.

She died when I was twelve.

Ah, sorry.

Yeah, me too.

Shit, I've got to take this.

Um, right. Dad's study,
straight up there,

second door on the
right. You can't miss it.

Thanks.

Yeah, hold on.

Yeah, I'm with him now.

You know, in my
community, after a bereavement

we all take food around
to the grieving family,

so they don't have
to cook, but mainly

to show them love.

Mr. Melville?
DCI Burton.

- Shall I get rid of him?
- Yes.

Er, no.

Suppose I should talk to him.

Hm.

- Mrs. Sidhu.
- Inspector.

- On your way out?
- No.

I'll just be doing some
tidying up, don't mind me.

Pretend I'm not here.

Mr. Melville,
DCI Burton.

I'm in charge of the case.

I wanted to let you know, um,

that we'll be doing
everything we can

to catch the perpetrator.

And bring back
the death penalty.

Or a public stoning.

Go on, try one.

Thank you, Mrs. Sidhu.

Would you mind if the inspector
and I have a bit of privacy?

Of course.
Mr. Melville. Inspector.

Mm.

Mr. Melville,
I'm aware

this is a difficult time...

It's trending on Twitter.

Number one on streaming.

Yeah, I know, it's insane.

We need to handle
this with kid gloves.

Oh-oh, oi. Ah.

Yeah, let's order
a social media ban.

I don't want any of the
cast or crew commenting.

Yeah, let's let everybody
at Pomegranate PR know...

and then can you call me back?

And do you
know of anyone who

might have wanted to
hurt Ms. Anderson?

Did she share any
concerns or fears?

No. Parents were junkies,
ended up in skid row.

She worked since she was a kid,

getting all the others
out of the gutter.

Never lost that spirit.

Did she make any enemies?

Stalkers?

Any threats or disputes
that you're aware of?

No.

You think this was
a copycat killing?

Is this my fault?

Oh. All over this, are you?

This is fire.

Yes, and so will
this be, literally,

if you don't get your head
out of whatever that is.

The last episode of series 5

of "Swordmaster," and
I know what happens.

Yeah, wonderful.

I need you to know what
happens here, in my kitchen.

- She gets killed.
- Who?

Queen Zestra.

- Bridget's character?
- Exactly.

Life imitating art, innit?

Stir those.

Mint?

Boss, I've found something.

Or rather... someone.

- She is well dodge.
- Uh, well dodge indeed.

Get this over to Cyber
for facial recognition.

Yep, will do, boss.

Tez, have you seen this knife?

Oi!

- Have you seen this knife?
- Nah.

But I need a knife, why you
putting the others back in?

Ah-ah-ah!

Right turn.

Inspector?

Mrs. Sidhu with sharp
utensils. Fantastic.

Missing. There-there's
a knife missing.

One of it's lost?
Check the dishwasher.

Maybe. Maybe...

it was the same knife that was
used to kill Bridget Anderson.

Look, I've got a knife
missing in my block

doesn't mean that
I've killed someone.

Sorry, is this how you cook?

Sort of throw random
ingredients together,

hope something edible turns out?

Got an ID on our witch.

You're gonna love this,
her name's Tituba Hem...

Sorry, excuse me.

Look. Seriously.

One Tituba Neve Hemlock lives
in a flat share. London, N16.

- Come on, let's go.
- What? Inspector...

Alright, well, tell them
filming of series five

is on hold, and could they
please respect our privacy...

At this difficult time.

Hey. One sec.

You don't
even feel, do you?

Look, I'm gonna go. I'm
gonna call you back.

Where have you been?

You always hated her.

That is not true.

She tried so hard with you.

- I didn't hate her.
- Hmm!

I was a teenager, Artie.
I was grieving my mum.

Oh! I guess now I know what
that feels like, right?

- I'm sorry. Artie...
- I don't need you!

Except when you need a job.

- I quit.
- What?

Yeah. I quit the show.

You can't do that.

Do you not think dad
is struggling enough?

Oh, dad doesn't care
about "Swordmaster."

He can't be asked
to deliver a script.

You can't quit.

You're under contract.

Then I'll break it.

You wanted mum killed
off for ratings,

you wanted the convention
in our home for PR.

Giving our address out,

and then some psycho
breaks in and...

You don't care
about this family,

all you care about is business.

I pity you.

You're like the lion
without a heart. You are...

Tin man.

It was the tin man who
didn't have a heart.

Dad, are you drinking?

Drinking and thinking.

I'm calling a meeting.
8:00 p.m., dining room.

Do not be late.

I have an announcement to make.

Mr. Melville?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

- Do you wanna get that?
- Oh, yeah.

It's from Janine.

"What part of come and get your
stuff do you not understand?"

Oh! Tez!

Oh, I told you to... Ugh.

You can go.

- What?
- I'm letting you go.

- Go where?
- You're fired.

- Fired?
- Uh-huh. Off you pop.

But how am I gonna get home?

You still gotta pay
me for all them hours!

Oh, all of those
hours, of course.

Okay.

There you go. Get a cab.

What a score, that's it?

I'll take it back if you want.

I should report you.

Who to? Sons of
mothers who give them work?

Google.

Write a bad review.

Write loads of bad reviews.

"Mrs. Sidhu's
cooking's proper shit."

Ow! "Mrs. Sidhu physically
abuses her staff."

"Mrs. Sidhu is
fed up of carrying

her lazy loafer of a son!"

No. Dad carried me.

You just pushed me.

No one appears to be home, Sir.

- Witchy enough for ya?
- Huh.

Witchy enough.

Where art thou Tituba Hemlock?

You should go home,
get some rest.

You should. Check this
out, Swordies Fan Forum.

Tituba Hemlock had
quite the presence.

Super fan of Athdar.

Not a fan of Queen
Zestra, to say the least.

Pages and pages of
comments. Threats. Memes.

Where do people find the time?

Oh, and she cast
a spell on Zestra.

Six, seven, eight,
five, nine, star.

Six, seven, eight,
five, nine, star...

Queen Zestra.

Ema, didn't know
you were joining us.

- Your father invited me.
- Oh, okay.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Yeah.

Where's Artie?

He was in his room on the
PlayStation. I told him 8:00.

He needs the escape.

When mum died, I played
"Dungeons and Dragons" nonstop.

- Yeah.
- I'll go and get him.

Oh, no, please, um, you
stay, enjoy your food.

I can take him a
little something.

Where is Artie's room?

Uh, top floor, take
the back staircase.

I won't keep you
waiting any longer.

I'll speak with
Artie separately.

I have thought long and hard.

And I have come to a conclusion.

There will be no
more "Swordmaster."

- Dad!
- It's the right thing.

The only thing to do.

The queen is dead.

My queen is dead.

And "Swordmaster"
will die with her.

You can't!

What about all the cast and crew

that live and breathe the show?

That rely on the work!
What about the fans?

Uncle Eddie, you're grieving.

This isn't the time to
be making big decisions.

This is exactly the time!

Look, you know when my Peg died

I vowed that I would never
set foot in that shop again.

It was the shop got me through!

Eddie, you can't quit.

No more "Swordmaster."
That's my final word.

Oof!

Sage?

Artie, I brought
you some snacks.

You really ought
to eat something.

I recognise that sound!

My son plays that silly
game all the time.

Artie?

Are you okay?

Somebody help!

Quickly! Upstairs!

- Quickly!
- What's happened?

We're coming!

Check for a
pulse. Is he breathing?

- Artie! Artie!
- He's overdosing.

What's he done?
What's he done? Shit!

Artie!

Right, let's get a move on!

Artie?

Ema, go and get the
first-aid kit! Go! Go! Go!

We might be too late.

- Artie, can you wake up for me?
- We might be too late. Too late

What did you do?

- Oh, God!
- From one witch to another?

- What happened?
- Just found him!

What the hell were
you doing in here?

I worried about
him, all of them,

proper bad energy in here.

Artie! Is he okay?

No! He's not bloody okay!

Hey! Who's-who's she?

She was at the
stall this morning!

Artie? Jesus!

Don't you dare die on
me, you little shit!

- Artie!
- Here you go, Selene.

Okay.

Okay, Artie.

Come on, Artie!

Come on, Artie, please...

- Come on, Art.
- You have to get up now.

Please.
He's not waking up!

Come on, Artie, you can do this!

- Come on. Come on.
- Come on.

Come on, Artie!

- Oh, thank God!
- He's okay.

He's okay! Well done!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Well done! Well done!

Oh, God, Artie!

Artie was using
heroin a while back,

but he...

He'd been clean for
about a year now,

I think her death just...

Sorry.

Are you coming with us?

No, dad, you go.

We have
an individual found

in scene of Artie
Melville's bedroom,

matching the description
of Tituba Hemlock.

I didn't do anything.

I was just trying to help.

Yeah. Watch
your step. This way.

I just wanted to help.

I-I-I didn't do anything.
I-I just found him.

I'm not
convinced, Inspector.

I think Tituba is
a lost young woman

who just took solace
in "Swordmaster."

But she's now a prime
suspect in a murder case,

and all roads lead to Rome.

Not all.

One leads to a secret
meeting in the attic.

Well, come on, it looks

pretty incriminating,
doesn't it?

What, so Melville kills his wife
to move on to the housekeeper?

Nah, please.

Yeah, I did think that
at first, but then...

I saw this...

Where did you get that?

Ema's cottage.

Inspector, uh, maybe you
should let me handle this.

And I don't want you to speak...

Were you and Eddie
Melville having an affair?

No.

Do you care to explain... this?

Who took this?

You're a very
talented artist, Ema.

- It's just a hobby.
- Just a hobby?

This just a hobby? Hm?

Did you draw this?

What? Were you fantasising?

Planning?

Planning.

I was planning.

- And did you work alone?
- The murder was my idea.

- And did you do it?
- Did you do it?

No. I drew it.

And then I wrote it.

Planning.

Story-lining, it's called.

I come up with ideas
for "Swordmaster."

Eddie and I are close, but
not for the reason you think.

A couple of years ago, I
found him drunk in the attic,

he had a big deadline

and confessed he hadn't
even started the script.

Well, go on.

I found myself thinking about
"Swordmaster" all the time.

The characters,
what they might do.

I wrote notes to
Eddie with ideas.

Drew pictures.

We'd meet in the
attic, um, drink wine,

talk about the stories.

It was so exciting.

Eddie said I was a natural,

he tripled my salary

and I started
writing his scripts.

Behind every successful man
is a woman... tidying up.

Zestra's death was
my idea, but...

I didn't kill Bridget.

I was very fond of her.

She was a force of nature.

I used to think this
place was a paradise,

beautiful, idyllic, safe.

But now...

Here.

Okay, Inspector! But, but
what about the knife, huh?

What about the dolls

found next to Bridget and Artie?

What about the suspect caught
at the premises and on CCTV?

What about time wise still

indulging in your
mid-life crisis?

Yes, I am menopausal.
What's your excuse?

I don't believe that
Tituba's guilty of murder.

This is a witch hunt. Literally.

And I know what that feels like.

So do I!

Believe it or not, you're
not the only person

in the world to
feel misunderstood.

Just go home, Mrs.
Sidhu. Please.

For the tape, Ms. Hemlock has
waived the right to a solicitor.

Tituba Neve Hemlock.

Is that your birth name?

It's my rebirth name.

It's all legal. I
changed it by deed poll.

Okay, let's start
at the beginning.

What were you doing at
Ravenslair last night?

'Cause we got you on CCTV.

- Having a peek.
- A peek?

That gaff. You gotta
admit it's pretty awesome.

So awesome that you
decided to break in?

I sensed bad energy.

Then I heard about
Bridget Anderson's death,

my fears were confirmed.

Someone's put a
hex on Ravenslair.

Okay. What were you doing
in Artie Melville's bedroom?

I were gonna cleanse the
energy and then I found

Athdar, Artie passed
out on the floor.

I froze. Before I knew
it, everyone rushed in.

The "Swordmaster"
convention started today,

why arrive the night before?

I got an Airbnb close by,

wanted to make the
most of the day.

You're quite the avid
"Swordmaster" fan, aren't you?

Keen contributor to
the Swordies Forum.

We all need a little connection.

Yeah, but you're not
a fan of Queen Zestra?

No.

You cast a spell on her?

She killed Harkus!

Whom you seem to post quite
a lot of fan art about.

Quite erotic most of it,
if that's the right word.

And you, unable to separate
fantasy from reality,

killed Bridget Anderson
as an act of revenge.

No!

What were you doing
last night between

11.45 p.m. and
half past midnight?

In were in my Airbnb.

Can anyone vouch for that?

I were alone.

Did you collect the
keys from anyone?

I got them from the lock
box at front of the cottage.

Oh, well,
that's convenient.

I didn't kill Zestra, Bridget,

I only cast a spell
on her, I swear!

Yes, the Subitus mortis spell.

Sudden death.

How is our
witch? Confessed yet?

No. Not quite, it's
only a matter of time.

Could drown her.

If she floats, she's guilty, and
if she sinks, she's innocent.

No, but seriously,

you have got to get

something out of
her, otherwise...

Yeah, don't worry.

Got some news about our Tituba.

Oh, yeah? You see!
Alright, come on.

Her Airbnb on Appleton Road,

footage from a neighbour's
Ring-Cam shows Tituba

entering the property at
11.38 p.m. Friday night.

If she's on Appleton Road,

a 20-minute drive
from Ravenslair.

There's no way she could
have killed Bridget

between 11.30 p.m.
and 12:00 midnight.

What am I not seeing, Pops?

Morning.

Want some toast?

I'm not talking to you.

And I'm not eating carbs.

Mum, you gonna
drop me at the gym?

Gym? What, you?

Boxing gym. I'm
starting training.

Hear that, Pops?

Yournanaused to love
watching the boxing.

So you gonna drop me, yeah?

If it's on the way to
Newton Police station, yeah.

Ms. Hemlock?

You're free to go.

- Your alibi checks out.
- Finally.

Yeah, well the family
may still wanna

press charges for the
trespassing, but...

The family's still in trouble.
Definitely sensed a hex.

Tell them to look me
up if they want help,

@TitubaHemlock,
I'm on all socials.

I cleansed the cell.

Some pretty neg vibes
in there you know.

Yeah, well, sure.

Ugh, um, follow me.

You need yourchakras seeing too.

Forensics report confirmed
Bridget Anderson was killed

by a knife wound
to the left atrium

and pulmonary artery.

The cut to the
throat came after.

Interesting.

And now we're back
to square one.

De Vries is not a happy bunny.

- Sir?
- What!

Your auntie is here.

I did ask her to wait at
reception, but she sort of,

overruled me.

Yeah, she does that.

- Don't worry.
- Morning!

Auntie!

What brings you to the workplace
of your favourite nephew?

Auntie?!

Morning, Mint,
fruit plate? Pastry?

Mrs. Sidhu, this is ridiculous.

- And a little bit creepy.
- I know.

But wait till you see this.

Zack B. Wild. Who
does he look like?

Artie Melville.

He's the spit!

Exactly!

And if he were to spit on

whatever it is you have
to spit on for a DNA test,

I would bet my heavily
mortgaged house,

he's Artie's father.

Because as you can see

Eddie Melville most
certainly isn't.

And Bridget was paying money

to this Zack B. Wild.

Well, go on, look him up.
Zack B. Wild. Musician.

Okay.

No criminal record.

Oh, he's on Twitter.

Gig photo. On stage
with some band

called The Hawks last
night. In Montreal.

Well...

Well, that rules him out.

Doesn't it?

Do you know where reception is?

Don't gloat.

It's very unattractive.

Okay, get in touch
with the venue,

make sure it was him
on stage last night.

I'll check it out.

Although... that could be
motive for Bridget's murder.

Eddie Melville finds
out he's not the dad...

Yes! About time.

Bridget Anderson's phone
records just came through.

Finally.

Hmm.

Clandestine meetings?

Mmm. Threats to keep quiet.

The end of an affair?

Unsaved number,

that is the person she was
meeting before she died.

And check this
out. Saved as "CO."

Open the attachment.

- Oh.
- Jesus.

He is packing.

Well, yeah... but it's...

It's just the angle.

I am so sorry.

I think I left my
Tupper... Is that a penis?

Why are you looking at a penis?

I-it's a suspect penis.

Mm. Aren't they all?

Mr. Melville, could
we have a word?

Yeah. Mm.

We've got him a place in rehab,

he'll be transferred
this afternoon.

Tituba Hemlock, her
alibi checked out,

so we've had to release her.

She is batshit,

I mean, somewhat deluded,

thinks someone's put
a hex on your house.

You can still press charges for
trespassing should you wish?

No.

Perhaps she's right
about the hex.

Mr. Melville...

why did you hire a
private detective

to follow your wife?

What can you tell us
about Zack B. Wild?

Wild.

When did you find out that he
was Artie's biological father?

Couple of months ago. Why?

Must have put a
strain on the marriage.

I was bloody furious!

Yes, there were arguments.

Yes, I thought about
divorcing Bridget.

Did I kill her?

No.

Why was Bridget
giving Wild money?

Wild threatened
to go to the press.

Tell the truth about Artie.

Bridget was determined
to quieten him down,

deal with it herself.

Do you think Wild had something
to do with your wife's death?

He was a weak man. A chancer.

Didn't even want
to meet his son.

Only wanted to profit from him.

But Zack's not a murderer.

He's Canadian.

What? So he couldn't
be a murderer?

He lives in Canada.

She chose me as Artie's dad.

Mr. Melville...

Throughout your marriage,

were you both faithful?

What you getting at?

You'd better have a
look at these messages.

Who the hell was
sending pictures

of his todger to my wife?

Hello, Stan.

Oh, Mrs. Sidhu,

what brings you down here?

Seva, which in the
Indian Sikh tradition

means selfless service.

Which also translates as,

samosas and lemon drizzle cake?

Oh, you're too kind.

Uh. Fancy a cuppa?

- I'd love one.
- Great.

This looks just like
one of my family albums.

All the generations
together with their,

hmm, smile for the camera face.

You all seem very close.

Yeah, we were all close
as kids, inseparable.

Then Eddie got his success
and fame, stole him away.

But, uh, when his first wife,

Angelique, died, I was
the one who picked him up.

Got him functioning again.

That's when we moved into
here, into the cottage.

Ah, so nice and
handy for Ravenslair.

It's just through the woods,
only five minute walk.

Perfect.

Gerry insisted
on driving it.

Says I got to take it easy,

won't let me do anything

strenuous since
I had the stroke.

I say, "Five minute
walk isn't strenuous!"

But he's paranoid,
since his mum died,

scared of losing me too.

So tragic, you and Eddie,
both losing your wives.

Yeah, well...

At least my Peg made it to 58.

Angelique was 35.

And now, Bridget's murder.

Don't think Eddie's

taken it in yet.

He's... still in shock.
Well, we all are.

You don't get over it.

You just get used to
the crack in your heart.

I lost my husband too.

Welcome to the club.

Fancy another cuppa?

Only if I can use
your bathroom first.

You find it alright?

Yes! Found it!

Thanks for the grub.

That's just what
the doctor ordered.

- Oh, thank you for the tea.
- Oh, you're welcome.

Glad of the company.

Bye-bye, Stan.

Right.

Hmm.

You, my lady,

are a fake!

Can you explain the relationship

between yourself and
Bridget Anderson?

I told youse, we were co-actors.

We got on great.

Bridge was a fine actress.

Down to earth, good for
the banter, you know?

Why?

Well, we found some messages
on Mrs. Anderson's phone.

Sent form you.

- Right.
- Did you send this photo?

Cormac?

Look, I was stupid, okay,

I misread the signs.

I'm a frecking eejit.

You misread the signs?

Bridge was always
flirting with me.

I couldn't believe my luck.

I mean, as a teenager,
I used to watch her

in "Westside Cop," I had
a massive crush on her.

So you sent her a
picture of your penis?

That's about the size of it.

No pun intended.

Look, I was drunk,

thought she was into me.

Well, it wasn't reciprocated?

No.

'Cause then I realised
that she kinda flirted

with everyone, that's
just, uh, who she was.

So how did
that make you feel?

Jealous? Angry?

Mortified.

And what about the
other messages?

Hmm? Threatened.

Planning to meet Ms. Anderson
the night she was murdered.

Did you send these?

That's not me!
That's not my number.

You don't have a second phone?

Believe me, I'm not that smooth.

Or maybe you're
just a good actor.

Tell me how you found
Ms. Anderson's body.

I told youse, I
went for a slash.

- Her body was in the woods.
- Convenient.

No, it wasn't convenient.
It was horrific.

And also somewhat suspicious.

I swear, I am no killer.

Look at me! I can't even
get cast as a killer.

I still live at home with my ma.

So did Norman Bates.

Now tell me, what were you doing

between the hours of 11.45
p.m. on Friday and 12:30.

I was picking ma up from work.

She works as a receptionist
at the hospital.

You can check with them,
I'll be on their CCTV.

- Which hospital?
- St Mary's.

So who was sending Bridge
those other messages?

I need
your credit card number.

Oh, hi, Tez, I'm
fine, how are you?

Seriously, I've
got to watch this

boxing match, but
it's pay per view.

What's wrong
with your credit card?

Over my limit.

Yeah, and so am I.

Oh, no, you're,
you're breaking up!

Mum! What about now?

Oh, sorry, can't hear you!

- Mum? Mum?
- Oh, dear, I've lost you.

Oh, shush.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Sidhu.

- Yes, hi, Gerry. How are you?
- Busy.

Uh, work's helping keep
my mind off everything.

I know, I-I'm so sorry.

You know, be kind to yourself.

It takes time to grieve.

I'm, um, I'm
actually here to buy

a "Swordmaster" gift for my son.

Oh, well, uh, we do have
a "Swordmaster" section.

Um, it's
just at the back there.

Oh, wonderful.

Give me a shout if
you need any help.

Uh, you've got ten minutes.

Sorry, we're closing at 2:00.

Got a big order coming in.

Okay.

Tragic thing is, um,
we've never been so busy,

um, online sales are
off the scales. And...

Athdar sold out in minutes,

once word got out
about Artie's overdose.

That is tragic.

Mm. Yeah.

I'll have this one please.

Oh, uh, yes.

These Queen Zestra's are
flying off the shelves.

God rest her soul.

The box is rather bashed,

I'll find you a new one.

Um, actually, I'll
tell you what,

uh, you can have this
one on the house.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely. Yes.

That's so kind of
you, thank you.

I better take this outside.

Uh, really nice seeing
you again, Mrs. Sidhu.

Hello?

Yes.

Just one more customer leaving.

DCI Burton.

Inspector, it's Selene Melville.

Ms. Melville,
is everything okay?

There's something
I need to show you.

Every time you
look over your shoulder,

there's someone
sniffing 'em out.

Fucking police, man!

Don't worry about the police.

We're not their concern.

Don't be getting
too comfy, G-man.

Not much danger of that.

Bugger.

Bugger.

Just through here.

Bridget never
let anyone in here.

It was mostly to keep
Artie away from this.

Please don't let this
get out to the press.

It would break dad.

Look, we'll investigate
as discreetly as possible.

Excuse me.

Oh, yes! You
beautiful old relic.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Oh, come on.

You gonna get me killed, man!

Argh!

- Hello?
- Tez!

Joke, leave a message.

Tez, I am locked in a basement
at Melville's Memorabilia.

You have to call
Inspector Burton and...

Oh, God. They're coming!

Oh, yes.

Get more,
later if we're lucky.

This is enough to keep
you busy, hey, G-man?

I think there's about six,

What is it, 300 per
box or something?

Yeah,
yeah, about 2,000.

Should've been more, as well.

I can't really fit much more.

You
have one new message.

Tez, I am locked

in a basement at
Melville's Memorabilia.

You have to call
Inspector Burton and...

Papaji, you know, she's
losing her mind, right?

Oh,
God. They're coming.

Mum?

Burton.

Hello,
Inspector, it's Tez.

Sidhu. My mum's
locked in a basement.

She's what?

At Melville's
Memorabilia.

I think she's in trouble.
Something about a missing knife.

You got an hour to sort the lot.

- An hour?
- Aye.

Wee toot?

Huh. Speed yourself up.

I-I-I never get high
on my own supply.

What's that?

You've still got a landline?

What are you, my nan?

You gonna answer it?

Huh.

Fuck's sake!

What the...

Who the hell are you?

- Mrs. Sidhu?
- Hello, darlings!

I was just looking for
the little girls room.

You been at my gear?

- Your what?
- Uh, you've got a...

Hi, sorry.

- Uh, uh...
- Who sent you?

Huh? Who do you work for?

Hmm, no one, I'm my own
boss, thank you very much.

She's just a caterer.

Lovely to, to meet you both.

- I think I'll be off.
- Yeah.

Eh, no, no, no, no.

You're not going anywhere.

I-I really didn't see anything,
my eyesight is terrible.

Right.

Sit down.

Go on!

Honestly...

I won't.. I-I-I won't say
anything to the police.

I mean, they never take
me seriously anyway.

You need to get rid of her.

Oh, come on, she's harmless,
she's just an old...

Indian auntie.

I mean... It's like I'm
not even here, isn't it?

Business is business.

Now you get that
unpacked, sunshine.

I'll get someone
to deal with her.

Yeah, it's me, alright,
can ya hear me?

You what? No. I can't
hear ye. Hold on.

Aye, can
you hear me now?

Look, I, uh, I've got
a wee problem, yeah.

Ah, frick!

What have you done?

Yeah,
what have you done?

Requesting backup,
and an ambulance.

Melville's Memorabilia,
Old Green Lane. Yep.

Would you two care to explain?

Well...

How long you been
importing drugs, Gerry?

No comment.

You were supplying to Artie
Melville, weren't you?

- No comment.
- No problem.

I've got all your
comments on this phone.

With conversations that match

Bridget Anderson's
phone records.

"Shut your effing mouth or
they'll effing kill you."

I mean, you can't
even swear properly.

Gerry?

How do you...

end up wrapped around
people like this?

Oh, come on, Gerry, I know
you're up to your ears in debt.

Were you scared,

that you're gonna
loose this business

that your father
put his life into?

I was just trying to make things
better for dad's retirement.

H-he doesn't have a pension,

he put everything
into this shop.

It was his world.

Especially after mum died.

Of course.

Dad refused
to go online,

he wanted the customers
to have a real experience.

But the...

The debts were
becoming too stressful,

I-I needed an escape.

So I started smoking
a bit of weed.

Took the edge off.
Helped me sleep.

But didn't help pay our debts.

Until one night, this
lad delivers my weed.

And we end up getting
stoned together.

Joking about smuggling
gear in the dolls,

had a right laugh about it.

But next day...

he calls me and he
says the dolls...

It's not just
funny, it's genius.

And if I help them,

then they'll, they'll sort
me out some proper cash.

Perfect cover.

Sleepy little shop like this.

And it was just weed.

I mean, technically, it
should be legalised anyway.

I never agreed to this though!

And I've been trying to
get out of it, but...

They just sucked me back in.

Why did you push drugs
on Artie Melville?

No, I didn't push
anything on Artie.

He wanted more, and I said no,

he told me that if I
didn't get it for him

then he'd go elsewhere.

At least I knew
this stuff was good.

But Bridget found
out, didn't she?

Oh.

And she was already volatile,

because she knew she'd
just been written

out of "Swordmaster," and

you thought this would
tip her over the edge.

You thought that she'd
go and tell everyone

about your little side hustle.

So you arranged to
meet her in the spot

at Ravenslair woods, and
that's where you silence her.

No! No!
I took the knife,

but only as a warning.

You find the keys?

Yeah, I'm an idiot.

They were in my inside
pocket the whole time.

If she went to the police,

they'd kill her...
or me or Artie.

So I needed her to wake up.

But she, she just laughed.

I had a knife to her throat.
And she just laughed at me.

Called me a "sad little man."

And she grabbed the knife,
said she was gonna kill me.

I managed to get it
back off her, but...

uh, it went into her...

and I could see I
couldn't save her.

My heart was thumping.

And I went into the zone.

A-a-and it was
like I was gaming.

And then, I slit her throat.

Just like Zestra did to Harkus.

Make it look like
a deranged fan.

Gerry Melville,

I'm arresting you for the
murder of Bridget Anderson.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention

when questioned something
you later rely on in court.

Take him away.

So-sorry, do you
mind if I just...

- There, take, take that.
- Mmm.

Should have left it on. I love
winding up the neighbours.

Yeah, it's not all
you like winding up.

But you did alright.

Partner?

Go on, you were gonna
say it, weren't you?

No.

I was gonna say, Mrs. Sidhu.

But then I worked out I didn't
know what your actual name was.

Mrs. Sidhu will do
fine, thank you.

Oh, you did alright, Mrs. Sidhu!

Actually,
I've got a, got a load

of leftovers that I need
to cook up, do you fancy...

No, I've, er...

got some packing I
need to do. Next time.

Ha! You said it!

That's not what I meant!

Na, you can't take
it back. Too late!

Goodbye, Mrs. Sidhu.

- Gerry.
- Dad.

You alright, son?

I've had better days.

Listen, dad...

you need to tend to the garden.

Oh.

Admit it, you're a
little bit proud.

- Oh, Hi!
- Oh, Selene, Hi!

Where's Ema today?

- Oh, she's got a new job.
- Oh.

Here.

Oh, smells divine.

Your food is heaven.

It's the main thing
keeping dad going.

Do you know it's even
got him writing again?

Wow, wonderful.

Oh, no, no, this one's on me.

- Gosh, are you sure?
- Absolutely.

Thank you.

If there's ever anything we
can do for you, just ask.

Um...

Write me a review?

Absolutely!

What did they say?

They want their sword back.

Aw.

Lunch time!

Yes, please!

Looks gorgeous.

Who'd have thought, eh?

Drugs bust and murder
in leafy Berkshire.

Hmm, you never know what
goes on behind closed doors.

The world's run
by crooks, innit?

Innit, though?