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[Indistinct conversations]

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[Woman screams]

[Crash, crowd gasping]

[Dramatic music plays]

-Bloody hell!

Somebody just killed me.

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[Birds chirping]
What are we doing here?

I don't want to go to
a true-crime convention.

Don't we have enough crime
in our lives already?

-Well, I heard there's something
to do with us going on in there.

-What sort of something?
-I don't know.

That's why I thought
we should go in and find...out.

-Oh.
-It's all very bloodthirsty,
isn't it?

-Eh, true crime is huge
nowadays.

Hundreds of podcasts.

-Surprising venue
for a convention.

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-"Lols."
[Chuckles]

What are you --
-It was you, wasn't it?

You told Fergus
to break up with me?

-Absolutely not.

I would never tell him
to break up with you.

-But you told him
about Georgetown.

-Uh...
-Ohh!

[Sighs] I was racking my brains
to work out how he found out.

So obvious.

How could you?

-Okay, Lola, you're clearly
upset, and I understand why.

But this isn't the time
or the place.

I'm at work.

We can talk about this
when I get home.

-No,
I don't want to talk to you.

You know,
you're always saying

what a terrible person
Granddad is.

You are such a hypocrite.

[Melancholy music playing]

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[Camera shutter clicks]

[Indistinct conversations]

-Which way?
-Uh...

That way?
[Chuckles]

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Sorry.
-Wait, hold on a sec.

Didn't we catch him?
-Yeah.

Yeah. We did.

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Ugh.

-Oh.

-Oh. Trippy.

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Last time you saw him,
he peed himself.

-Indeed.

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[Man laughing]

Blanchardstown?

In Victorian days,
it was just fields.

There were no dark alleys.

-Yeah, it's almost like
this isn't all factually correct

and totally believable.
-[Chuckles]

Have you talked to Lola?

-No, no,
she won't take my calls.

I'm pretty sure she hates me.

-No, I don't think so.

You made a very mature decision,

but you did it
in a very immature way.

You should have let
her have some say in it.

-She wouldn't have gone, Harry.

-Well, she's going now.
Next week.

Oh!
-Excuse me.

-Nice.
-Wasn't that your one

who killed her sister
for the inheritance?

-Yeah.
-The spooky village, right?

-[Laughs] Oh.
-Come on.

-Ah.

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Oh, Barbara Quinlan?

Everybody's favorite bad writer
and part-time prostitute.

And a new book --
retired history professor

and a young sidekick?
-Pegasus Mead?

Really?

-I was there
from the very beginning, I was.

Got Harry her first Taser gun.

Completely illegal, of course.

Actually, forget I said that.

-What was the inspiration
for the podcast, then?

-Well, that was
actually my wife Petra's idea.

She said that we owe it to the
world and to Harry and Fergus

to chronicle their exploits
for future generations.

In the meantime,
it'd be a nice little earner.

-You're like the Watson
to their Sherlock Holmes.

-Oh, I like that one.
Yeah. I might use that.

-Glenn.

-Harry. Fergus.
Oh, look who it is.

It's our guests of honor.
Ha, ha!

The real Harry and Fergus.

-What was your favorite case?
-Glenn, what the actual hell?

-I can explain.

-Well, go on then.

-What, now? I'll tell you what.

I'll just sign a couple
of autographs

and then I'll be right with you,
Harry.

-Glenn.
-Ooh, that's a bit tender,
Harry.

Aah!

-What the bloody hell are
you up to, Glenn?

What is all this?
-It's the future, Harry.

Well, look, I suppose actually,
it's the present.

It's right now.
You two are right now.

True crime is massive, isn't it?

Like, I don't know, a --
a magic eight ball in the '70s

or Tamagotchi in the '90s.

-I literally have no idea
what you're talking about.

-What you do is so now.
Okay?

I mean, everyone's mad
into murder these days,

and the way they want
it is podcasts.

The buggers can't get
enough of it.

-You do a podcast about us?

-Yes, Harry,
it's called "The Wild Files."

[Chuckles] Sorry, Fergus, would
have tried to get your name

in there, but, uh, well,

Petra thought it scanned better
without.

Hell of a head for marketing,
that girl.

-Well well, well,
so we meet again.

-You're writing a book about us.

-About you? Absolutely not.

My detectives are the fruits
of my vast imagination.

-A retired professor.
-History professor.

-Couldn't be more different.

Although, if you want to get in
on a bit of signing action --

-Stop right now.
This is ridiculous.

No more books
and no more podcasts.

-Oh, come on, Harry,
be reasonable.

This could be great
for you guys.

Bring in new clients.

I mean, new cases aren't just
going to drop out of the sky.

[Woman screams]

[Gasping, crashing]

-Bloody hell.

-Somebody just killed me.

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[Gull cries]

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-Good afternoon.

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[Cellphone vibrates]

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[Indistinct conversations]

[Dramatic music plays]

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-What the bloody hell is
going on here?

You.

I should have known
you'd be involved.

-I'm not involved. Apart from
she almost fell on me.

What sort of lax security
have you got here

that lets people almost fall
on other people?

-Do you think it was
an accident or was it murder?

Was she murdered?
-No. It's too early to tell.

Trevor, will you get
these people back?

-Yeah. No problem.

Everyone move back a bit,
please.

-Oy, you, get away from there.

-Who are you?

-Ollie Reilly,
head of security.

Trevor, get something
to cover this up.

-Well, may I suggest
you close all the doors

until the Guards get here?
No one in or out.

-Yeah. Good idea, Harry.
-Oh, you're with him, are you?

No. Then no.

You cannot suggest
any such thing.

Do you realize how many people

we have coming in
and out of here?

-Yes.
One of them may be a murderer.

-So it is a murder? Oh, my.
-And you are?

-Sorry. Mary O'Driscoll.
I'm the event organizer.

And look, don't get me wrong.
It's awful what happened.

It's just awful.

But an actual murder
at a crime convention --

Do you know how much publicity
we're gonna get?

-Look, my son's a Guard.

I'll get him here as soon
as I can.

But in the meantime,

if there's a chance
that the killer is here,

we have to do everything
we can to stop him from leaving.

-Well, we don't even know
if this is a murder yet.

-And we'll find out.

But right now,
we're wasting time.

-Oh!

-Barbara.
-Oliver, hello.

Do listen to what
Harry has to say.

She's awfully good
at this sort of thing.

-Oh, you know her, too?
[Laughs] Well, that's different.

Uh, Trevor,
I want you to get all the guys,

lock the main entrance,
then get Keith and Andy,

lock the east and west doors.

No one gets in or out.
Got it?

-Which one am
I supposed to do again?

-Oh, for the love of God!
[Camera shutter clicks]

Just get hold of the guys
and lock all the doors!

[Indistinct conversations]

I don't know
how he got a job here.

I suspect he's someone's
relative.

Right. Barbara, you better come
with me.

I'm going to make a cordon
around the crime scene.

Come on. Move back. Come on.

-What have you done
to annoy him?

-Uh, me and Ollie go back
donkeys.

Can't remember why we fell out,
to be honest.

Although I did once try
and sell him a house

that turned out not to be mine.

Honest mistake.
[Camera shutter clicking]

-Do you recognize her?

-No. Who is she?

-Well, there's something
about her face.

It's very familiar. I just --

I just can't think where from.

Anyway...

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-If you're phoning to see
how things went with Marcello,

don't bother. He never showed.
-Oh, you're kidding.

-I don't know
why I even agreed to meet him.

-Well, as useless as he is,
he is your father, Charlie.

-[Scoffs] Yeah, well, listen,

I'm late for a meeting with
Vivienne, so I don't have --

-That'll have to wait.
We have a situation here --

a dead body.

-Jesus, Mother!

Y-You shouldn't be allowed
out the door.

Where are you?

-At the true-crime convention.

-Got it. You know the routine.
Don't touch anything.

Blah blah blah.
[Sighs]

We'll be there as soon
as we can.

-I'll try upstairs.

-Uh, didn't Charlie do his usual

and tell you not
to touch anything?

-Of course he did.
-S--

-Tina.
I know her from somewhere.

But where?

-Right. We're all locked up.

You call your son?

-Yes. He's on his way.
-Alright.

What do we do now?
Do we shut down the event?

-No, no. You can't.
-She's right.

There are hundreds of people
here.

The news will spread,
but we need to keep it

as quiet as possible
for as long as possible.

-Oh, really? Because I was about
to do a tweet.

-No tweeting.

Any event that is scheduled
must continue.

If you cancel anything,

people are going to try
and leave

and they'll realize
that they can't.

No, Charlie will be here.

He'll tell us what
we need to do next.

-You must have security cameras
all over the place, right?

-Pretty much. Why?
-Can we have a look?

-[Laughs] Not a cha--
No problem. At all.

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-I'm sure he, uh, won't be long.

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-I understand
you're getting married soon.

-Yes. That's right.
Um, in Carrick Doon.

-Ah.

I have a holiday home
down there.

-Oh. I believe the Taoiseach
does too.

-He does.

So when is the big day?

-Next month, the 5th.

-Ah. I'll be down there then.

-Well, y-you must come.

-[Chuckling]

-Apologies for my lateness,

but we're going to have
to reschedule.

I've just got a call from my,
uh...

I just got a call.

There's been a death
at the convention center.

Vicky, rally the troops.

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-Oh.
-Are you okay?

-You remember I had a go
at you

for inviting Harry
to the wedding?

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, well,

I've just accidentally
invited the Deputy Commissioner.

Yeah, yeah.
-[Exhales slowly]

-[Scoffs]

Ugh!

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-I cannot...
-Okay.

I know it's inconvenient.
I won't keep you long.

I just need you to be
a little bit patient, okay?

[Indistinct conversation]

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-There.
-[Gasps]

So it's a fake you
and a fake me.

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-[Sighs]
They're out of camera range.

-Yeah, but they're
about to come into range...here.

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[Sighs] There's no cameras
on the gantry.

-Fast-forward.
See if he comes back down again.

-He makes sure
to keep turned away.

-There.
-He's going in there and --

Oh, we are in luck.

The killer can only go one way
into the theater here.

-He's still in there.

[Guitar strumming]

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-♪ I never wanted to be a hero

♪ Ah, I just wanted to be
a man ♪

♪ When they came a-callin'

♪ I knew I had to make a stand

♪ Stand up for what is right

♪ Never back down from a fight

♪ Well, the bad man's
out there ♪

♪ And he, he has to pay

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♪ Catch a killer, you say

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♪ Catch a killer, you say

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♪ Catch a killer, you sa-a-ay

♪ Catch a killer, you say

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♪ Catch a killer, you say

Security.
♪ Catch a killer, you say

-[Whispering] The killer changed
and snuck out of here.

He could be anyone.
-♪ Catch a killer, you say

-We got to get out of here.

-You're interrupting my art.

Oh, my God, it's you.

Everyone, this is the
inspiration for my new single.

This is Harry Wild.
-Whoa!

-That single is still available
for purchase.

[Clamoring]

-Okay, that's enough of that.

Move back, move,
move, move back.

[Clamoring continues]

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-Can I borrow that?

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-There's no way
to know which one is the killer.

[Keyboard clacking]

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-The dead woman, Tina Mulcahy --

She's from Kilmore Cross.
They're nuns.

-That's it --
the pub where we met Jenny.

Sister Ignatius.
She was the barmaid.

-So, what are you doing
down here?

-The sights,
the ambience, the peace.

-Yeah.

That's a weird coincidence.
-Indeed.

And I don't like coincidence.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Lovely. Thank you.

[Conversations stop]

Right. Hello, everybody.

Thank you for coming.

For those of you
who don't know who I am,

my name is Graham Lanagan.

I'm a gardener by trade,

but I have a little podcast on
poison -- plant-based poisons.

The rhododendron and azalea,

two very common houseplants
and both potential killers.

Let me tell you about mad honey
or grayanotoxin poisoning.

[Coughs] Its effects are
not too serious generally,

[coughs] but for --
for -- for some people,

those who have underlying
health issues,

[coughs] you can be dead.

[Coughing]

Oh, oh, oh.

Ohh! Oh! Oh! Aah! Aah!

[Spitting]

Aah, aah.
[Mug clanks]

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[Siren wailing]

-Who's the victim? I'm assuming
you two haven't been idle.

-If only.
-We have victimsnow, Charlie.

-What?
-We have twodead bodies.

-Yeah. First one,
we weren't sure it was murder.

Could have been an accident.

Second one was poisoned,
so no doubt now.

-Any suspects?

-Well, the woman who organized
it all

seems very happy about
there being a possible murder.

-This is Ollie Reilly.
He's the head of security here.

-Chief Superintendent
Charlie Wild.

-Ollie secured the place
after the first death.

We weren't sure if
the killer was still in there,

but clearly he or she is.
-Good man.

We're going to take charge
of the venue now.

Go with my officers.
Give them what they need.

-No problem.

-We'll start a search.

But do we know who
we're looking for?

Let's start with this organizer.

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-Well, hello,
Chief Superintendent.

And in uniform this time.
I do like a man in uniform.

-Charlie,
you remember Barbara, right?

-Uh, of course.

Um, good to see you again,
Barbara.

The, um, organizer --
What's her name?

-Mary O'Driscoll.

-Do we know where she is?

-There.

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And acting weird.

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[Lock jiggling]

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-Any reason you want to leave?
-I wasn't trying to leave.

-Well, why were you trying
to pick the lock, then?

-I was trying
to let people in.

Look, word has spread
about what's happened,

and keeping paying customers out
is costing me a fortune.

-Bring her upstairs.

-This way.

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-Okay. Who are the victims?
Bring me up to speed.

-Well, the first one is
Tina Mulcahy.

She was a barmaid
in Kilmore Cross.

-Kilmore Cross. That's...
-Yes.

-Relevant?
-Not sure yet.

Second one -- Graham something.

Celebrity gardener.
-Alright.

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-Events were still going on
after the first death?

-Well, we thought it was best
to keep people distracted

until you got here.

-Tell them about
the second victim.

-Oh, um, Graham...

Lanagan.
He was a guest speaker.

A gardener who does a podcast
on poisons.

He was talking,
and he just dropped dead.

-Was this what
he was talking about?

-Uh, yes, I think so.
-What is it?

-Well, do you remember
we came home recently

and we found one of these
on the doorstep.

[Music twinkles]

That's odd. No note.
-A bit weird, isn't it?

Who sent you those?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.

-Tina Mulcahy -- I mean, it may
be a coincidence, but now,

I mean, I think there's
something more going on here.

-It's just a plant, Mother.

-No, wait.
I think Harry's right.

You remember you told me about
that weird phone call you got?

Creepy child reading an extract
from a badly written book.

-Her third hand
has always been useful.

It was ambidextrous, and
she could hold her gun in it.

And then the police didn't know
if her victim had been shot

by a right hand.
-What?

Yeah, so?
-Well, there's someone here

who writes very bad literature.

-Barbara, uh,

have you ever written about
a three-handed woman?

-Oh, yes. Indeed.

"The Mystery
of the Threadbare Sock."

-[Mouthing]

-Absolute page turner.

One of my Winifred Womble
series,

some say the greatest
literary detective ever created.

-Mm!
[Laughs]

-I think Barbara is
a potential victim.

The killer's obviously
been planning this for weeks.

-Yeah, but to what end?

To get to you?
-Us.

I mean, we've put plenty
of people behind bars.

And even
if they are still inside,

they have family,
friends, people.

I mean, maybe somebody
is looking for payback.

-This is very elaborate
for payback.

-Well, maybe
their dog told them to do it.

The point is, we need to get
Barbara to safety,

and we need to figure
out what all this means.

-I have a safe room
I could take her to.

-Okay, we'll get you
out of the venue as soon

as I can arrange transport.

You and Fergus should go too,
Ma.

-No. No. The killer is here.

I mean, if we leave, there's
no reason for him to stay.

I mean,
right now we have an advantage.

-This is so exciting.

I mean, it's terrifying,
but it's exciting.

I can feel a whole new series
of books coming on now.

-Okay, so the plant, the phone
call, and the taxi driver.

Anything else weird happen?

-I don't think --

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-What is it?

-I think you need to examine
the body.

-We need to wait
till crime scene --

-Just look in his mouth.

I think you're gonna find
a coin there.

-Like the coin-toss killer?

-You remember that night
when we came back

after Mick Brady was arrested?

Well, I found a coin
on the doormat.

♪♪

I didn't think anything of it,
but...

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-Shit.

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Mick Brady's still in jail.

I was dealing with paperwork
about him this morning.

-I told you there was
a second killer.

You better take a look at Tina.

You're going to find
another coin there.

-Hold on.

If there is a second killer
and he

or she has been planning
this for weeks,

Graham and Barbara

were both booked to speak
at this convention,

so the killer could
have known about that.

And Tina was a punter,

so maybe she knew the killer
when she came here with them.

But how would the killer have
predicted that wewould be here?

-Well, you're the one
that brought me here.

-How did you hear about it?

-Well, Petra's sister told me
about it.

-Concepta?
-Yeah.

[Indistinct conversations]

-Ladies and gentlemen,
if I can have your attention,

we're going to get you out
of here as quickly as we can.

But to do that, we're going
to need names and addresses.

I want two orderly queues
starting here.

The guards will take
your details.

-Right.
-This way, please.

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-Don't worry, Barbara.
No one will get to you here now.

-I know killers.
I've written enough of them.

Once they set their sights
on the prize,

nothing will stop them.

-Yes, but he's going
to have to go through me first.

-Well, you're very sweet.

-I shall be
Sir Reginald Huntley Shapiro

to your Lady Astrid.

-You've read one of my books?

-I have read all
of your books.

-All 206 of them?

-Multiple times.
I am a big fan.

-You never said anything when,
you know, you were a client.

-Well, I-I-I didn't want to
come across

as some sort of weird stalker.

-But you're not. Are you?

-No! Really.

-So, which one's your favorite?

-Well, I love them all.

And I'm particularly fond of
Winifred Womble, of course.

-Who isn't?

-But if I had to pick one,

it would be "The Cherry Blossom
of Hurst Mont Hall."

When Sir Denys races
Captain Northumberland,

even though he's been blinded
by his musket

misfiring so as to stop him
from flogging Emily's father,

I can't help tearing up.

-Ooh-ooh-ooh!
-Ohh-ohh-ohh!

[Growls]

-[Moaning]
[Water bubbling]

♪♪

[Hissing]

♪♪

-[Snoring]

-Glenn. Glenn. Glenn!

-I wasn't doing nothing!

I was going to put it back.

-Where's Concepta?

-Oh,
She went for more supplies.

-Well, why is she not back?
[Cellphone chimes]

-Talk of the devil.
Says, "I'm outside.

Guards won't let me in."

-I'm on it.
-Um, that was Mr. Reilly.

Miss Quinlan has
remembered something important.

Says she needs to talk to you
right away.

-Fergus,
why don't you go with Charlie,

and I'll find out
what Barbara wants?

-Let's meet back here.

-I'll take you to
where they are.

-I'll keep an eye
on this stuff.

-Open it up.

Let her in.
-What on Earth's going on?

Why am I not allowed in?
-Concepta, this convention,

why did you mention it to me?

Did you want me and Harry here?
-Of course I did.

It's been Petra's
plan all along.

-You're behind this?
-Of course I am.

And you're my little puppets.
-I'm so confused.

Are you the killer?
-What?

Don't be so idiotic.

-But then
why did you do any of this?

-Petra told me to.

She left very strict
instructions.

See, she got talking to a fella
in the Goose one day,

and he's the one who told her

how much money you can make
from podcasts and stuff.

Plus, he assured her
he could get her a spot

at this convention.

-What guy?
Do you have a name for him?

-And how could he get you
in here?

-He works here
as a security guard.

Trevor.

-Let's go.
-Text Glenn.

Tell him to meet us on the way.

♪♪

-Did he tell you what Barbara
wanted to talk to me about?

-No, I don't think
Mr. Reilly likes me very much.

He thinks I got this job
through nepotism, but I didn't.

♪♪

[Lock turning]

-[Laughing]
-[Grunting]

-[Gasps]
-Um, what are you doing here?

We were just --
-Well, I think I can see what
you were just --

[Keys jingle]

Why did you call me up here
if you --

-What do you mean?
We didn't call you up here.

-Well, Trevor told --

[Gun cocks]

-How does no one know
where this safe room is?

-I think that's
just what Ollie calls it.

It could be anywhere.

Look, he's not going to
be seen on these cameras.

He's too clever for that.

When he killed Tina Mulcahy,
he --

he didn't let himself be seen.

Okay? He knew
where the cameras were.

[Radio beeps]
-Suspect identified as

security guard Trevor Purcell.

I want this place taken apart,
brick by brick.

He's got my mother.

[Radio beeps]

[Dramatic music plays]

-You?

But -- But you're a moron.

-See?
I told you he didn't like me!

-Probably likes you
even less now.

You. You and Mick Brady.

How?
-Who's Mick Brady?

-Killed people
on the flip of a coin.

And this is...his partner?

-I was more his mentor.

I taught him everything
he knows.

-But he's, what,
20 years older than you?

-So we were unconventional.
-Are you related?

-No.

He gave me a lift in his truck
one day.

I was going to kill him,
but the coin had other ideas.

The coin knows, you see.

-Is it a magic coin or...?

-So you did all this?
Tina Mulcahy,

Graham Lanagan, Barbara,
just to punish me?

♪♪

-Aaah!

[Crash]

♪♪

-Events were still going on
after the first death?

-Well, we thought it was best
to keep people distracted

until you got here.

-Tell them about
the second victim.

-Graham...Lanagan.
He was a guest speaker.

A gardener who does a podcast
on poisons.

He was talking,
and he just dropped dead.

-Why Tina or Graham or Barbara?

-It's the coin.
It's always the coin.

It's the inherent beauty
of chance.

I could have killed you
quick or slow or not at all.

Hey, the coin chose to do
it like this.

-I don't get it.

-You don't get it
because it's nonsense.

-No need to be rude.
Sure, it's not for everyone.

Same as Catholicism.

-Well, it's hardly a religion.

-It makes more sense
than most religions.

After you got Mick,
I followed you for a while.

I was there
when you were at the convent.

I was watching you.

-You know who they are,
don't you?

That's Harry Wild
and Fergus Reid.

They're always in the
newspapers, solving murders.

I love a bit of true crime.

There's a-a convention
going to be on in Dublin.

Rude.

♪♪

[Distorted whispering]

♪♪

-So, tell me more
about this convention.

Sounds interesting.
Got anyone to go with?

Do you mind?

-[Sobs]
-Tina was easy enough.

Lonely.

It was simple to convince her to
dress like you and your partner.

-Why Graham or Barbara?

-Well, once the coin decided
that we were coming here,

I looked at the guest list.

Barbara was obvious enough.

She had a connection to you
already.

There are 16 guest speakers
here today.

It could have been any one
of them.

The coin chose Graham Lanagan.
-Oh, sorry.

As good as the question
you ask it,

it's mostly binary,
so it's yes or no.

-That's where you're wrong.
I was raised by the coin.

My father lived by it
since the '60s.

The coin spoke to him
in an LSD fever dream.

-I don't think being
off your tits

is a solid basis
for starting a religion.

-The coin has
a mischievous personality.

-Well, the coin
doesn't have a personality.

It's a coin!

♪♪

It's all in your head.

You're little more
than a Batman villain

without the interesting
facial scarring.

-And you!

Are not much fun anymore.

Let's get this over
and done with, shall we?

♪♪

-This place is too big, Charlie.

We're never going to find them.

-If you've got a better idea,
I'm all ears.

[Cellphone vibrates,
ringtone playing]

-It's Harry.

-You won't get away with this.

-That's up to the coin.
-You're off your rocker.

-That still doesn't tell us
where they are.

-Uh, keep listening.

♪♪

-The coin likes you.

[Both sigh in relief]

-The coin doesn't
either like or dislike Barbara.

It doesn't have an opinion.

It's a coin!

-After you caught Mick,
I was going to vanish.

Call it a close one and leave

before he told the Guards
everything.

But the coin had other ideas.

The coin knew Mick wouldn't
blab.

-The coin spoke to you.
You speak coin?

-Yeah, I speak coin.

Heads, Mick will blab.
Tails, he wouldn't.

It was tails, so I knew he
wouldn't squeal to the Guards.

-Well, you got lucky.

Did the coin tell you
to bring us up here

to the old staff room?
-I'm on it.

-Hey!
-Oh!

-No.

-They're in the old staff room.

Ask one of the security guards
where it is.

[Radio beeps]

-Take the east staircase
to the top of the floor.

End of the corridor.

♪♪

-[Scoffs]
You flipped for Barbara,

and the coin let her live.

Well, she knows who you are.

Everyone knows who you are.

I think the coin has
turned on you.

-That's...not how it works.
-Are you sure about that?

Have you --
Have you ever asked the coin?

Have you ever asked the coin
if it wants you to stop killing?

Heads, you stop.
Tails, you carry on.

-I told you --
-Oh!

[Laughs]
I think you're scared.

I don't think that
your belief system is as strong

as you'd like to pretend.

I think you're like one of those
evangelical Christian preachers

that talks a big talk and has
a string of secret mistresses.

♪♪

Go on.

Ask him.

Heads, you stop.

Tails, you -- you carry on.

♪♪

-Okay.

♪♪

Shit!

-Best of three.

♪♪

[Laughs]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

The coin has spoken.

♪♪

-Don't!

♪♪

[No audio]

[Somber music plays]

♪♪

[Siren wails]

-Did you get everything logged?

-Not yet.
-Okay, let's get on that.

[Siren continues]

-Sorry to keep you.

Hello.
-Good to see you, Robbie.

-Charlie, I'm sorry.

[Mid-tempo music plays]
In another life.

-Ugh.

[Fergus wheezes]

-[Laughs]

♪♪

Oh, God, come on.
[Both laugh]

♪♪

-At last.
-Oh, no!

-What?
-[Sighs]

Look, I've had a hell of a day,

and I don't have the energy
for you.

-Okay. Okay.
I tell you the truth.

Look.
Yes, there is a couple involved,

but I didn't so much stand up
to him as sleep with his wife.

Just a little.
-Of course you did.

-And took a necklace
that belonged to his nun.

-Oh.

-Sex was nothing,
was meaningless.

He doesn't even like his wife
that much.

But listen. He's here.
He's in Dublin.

He was at my hotel.
I only just got away.

-Well, clearly it wasn't
meaningless to him.

So why are you telling me this?
What do you expect me to do?

-Talk to him.
Convince him to let me go.

You are the smartest person
I know.

-Well, give him back the
necklace, beg for forgiveness.

-I would, but I
kind of lost it in a card game.

-Oh, my God.
[Sighs]

I've seen three dead bodies
today,

and a serial killer tried
to kill me.

And you are the worst part
of my day.

-That's hurtful.

-No.
You've always been this way.

You cheat,
you steal, you let people down.

And you know what?

I have zero fucks left to give
when it comes to you!

-Harry.

Harry, you don't mean that,
right?

[Sighs] Harry.

♪♪

Harry! God.

[Sighs]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

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