All language subtitles for Murder Most Puzzling S01E02

WOLF HOWLING

Thank you, Miss Felton,
for setting such a brilliant trap.

All in a day's work, Inspector.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

all this crime solving
is making me peckish.

SIGHS

Well done, Granny.
For catching a killer?

For making these yummy biscuits.

CHUCKLING

Oh...

Happy birthday, Aunt Cora.

That's a very small plant.

Yeah, well, that's the point.
They grow.

Mine don't.

I never remember to water them
and they die horribly.

Well, I will water it, then.
Hm. It'll die anyway.

Or is that what you want, Sherry?

To remind me of my own mortality?

Yes, that was exactly my intention.

Oh, crossword puzzles,
crossword puzzles.

I have other interests.

Well, of course you do.

That's why we all chipped in
for a strippergram.

Most people would be grateful
for so many well wishes, Aunt Cora.

You're right, I'm sorry.

It's very sweet of you
to get me a present,

and I do know how fortunate I am.

But?

Oh, this town. It's like a morgue.
SHE SIGHS

Except it's not because, ever since
Stuart Tanner went to jail,

nobody has had the imagination
to murder anyone!

Aunt Cora!
Oh, well, you asked me.

I'm going for my morning
constitutional.

Sure, of course.
It's a very nice day.

Say hi to Hooper for me.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but aren't you supposed

to keep some semblance of order
in Bakerbury?

I mean, really sorry
to inconvenience,

but isn't it your job
to keep the streets safe

for decent, honest,
hard-working people?

I'm sorry, what are you
referring to?

I'm talking about homeless people

erecting a rat infested camp in
the middle of the public park.

Yeah, we're aware of the situation.

Oh, well, everything's
just fine and dandy, then

I'm sure all the ladies jogging
in the park feel perfectly safe

And my guests at the Duke Vincent

just love looking out
at a hoard of filthy tramps

What a charming way for a mayor
to describe his own citizens.

I take it you consider even
the destitute ones to be citizens.

Miss Felton, you're new here,
so I'll put that down to ignorance.

Now, if you'd taken the time
to find out,

you'd know that I organise
regular soup kitchens.

I provide decent housing
for ex-servicemen and women.

And I offer gainful employment
to ex-prisoners.

So, I don't think I need
a lecture on philanthropy

from an overrated biscuit peddler.

I want those people
cleared off today

or I'm sending in the bulldozers.

I'm sorry, what do you want,
Miss Felton?

And before you ask, no,

I still don't need help
investigating anything.

Thank you very much.

And even if he did, he wouldn't be
asking you. Not now, anyway.

Why not?

Because I saw your advert.

Looks like crime solving
made you a bit peckish, Sir.

LAUGHTER
Very funny, Daniel.

Yes, I am partial to the odd muffin.

Is that a crime?

Look, watch this, huh?

No more muffin. You satisfied?

I had nothing to do with casting,
but I promise next time

I will insist on someone
just as handsome as you.

Miss Felton, there is not
going to be a next time

because you don't actually
work here, do you?

Now, unless you are
reporting a crime,

please can you just stay away
from my station?

Please? Thank you very much.

But surely there's...
No. Thank you. Goodbye.

Ooh, Miss Felton... Happy birthday.
SHE SIGHS

'Male Stripper'
by Man 2 Man

♪ Strip for me, babe, strip for you

♪ Strip for me, babe
Strip for.. ♪

Becky? Hello. Long time no speak.

Uh-huh.

Er, well, I have
a very busy morning planned,

but I suppose I can squeeze you in.

Hm.

Cora, thanks for coming.

This is Stacey Gallivan.

I've seen you on TV.
Oh, huh.

Well, nice to meet you.
Hm.

Stacey, why don't you start by
telling Cora a bit about yourself?

Erm, I work at the bar and grill.

My boyfriend's been
in prison for five years

and I wanna get him out
cos he didn't do it.

Well, he-he didn't do what, exactly?

Kill his ex-girlfriend.

Well, Darren couldn't have done it
cos he was with me.

But they gave him life,
all cos his lawyer was shit.

So, now I'm getting him
a better one.

Just to be clear, I haven't agreed
to take on Darren's case yet.

I have to look into it and just make
sure we have grounds for appeal.

There will be.
Like I said, he didn't do it.

So, a miscarriage of justice.

SIGHS

Don't get too excited.
We don't know that yet.

The victim's name was Anita Dryver.

She went out with Darren
for a couple of months

but he was in the habit
of choking her.

So she broke up with him.

When he didn't leave her alone,
she filed a restraining order.

She was found strangled in her flat
and his DNA was all over it.

It was open and shut for the jury.

So why bother looking into it?

Well, for whatever reason,
Stacey is willing to pay me,

which means I'm willing to pay you.

You want to hire me?

Well, I can't appeal
without new evidence,

and I'm too busy
to investigate, so...

There's probably nothing
to find in any case.

Oh. How much are you offering?

Make it a hundred.

Not including expenses?
Including expenses.

CHUCKLES
Oh, that's insulting.

I'll do it.

I thought you might.
His name is Darren Duggen.

He's in Bakerbury Prison and I've
arranged for you to visit him at 11.

Oh, right.

Oh, and Happy Birthday by the way.

SHE SIGHS

If you ever need a free lawyer.

"Get out of jail free."

One consultation, obviously.

Huh.

Wait, you can't do this!
CROWD SHOUTING

You've got no right
to force them to move.

Section 35 of the Anti-Social
Behaviour Act of 2014 says we do.

Now, Sir,
could you please pack this up?

Now, I don't want
to have to arrest you.

We won't let you arrest them!

Two, four, six, eight!
This is not a police state!

SHOUTING, CHANTING
Just calm down!

All right, I respect your right
to protest...

Let's try to be civil, shall we, eh?

All you lot care about is keeping
this town nice for the tourists!

Tourism creates jobs!
SHOUTING

Those tents are an illegal
occupation of private property.

How is the park private property?

We had to sell off a small section
of the park for general maintenance.

You sold it to the Mayor!

There was a public notice about it!

Crook, crook!
SHOUTING

JEERING
Get out of here!

Go on! Clear off!
Clear off! Clear off!

Git!

DISTANT CHATTER

Who the hell are you?

I'm Cora Felton.

I'm investigating your case
on behalf of Baidwan Solicitors.

They're representing your
girlfriend, Stacey Gallivan.

She's not my girlfriend.

Excuse me?

She thinks she is,
but then, she always was delusional.

Right, because you're quite
the catch, aren't you Mr Duggen?

Did you kill Anita Dryver?
No, I bloody didn't.

I loved her.
In a "strangly" sort of way?

We were meant to be together,
and we would've been too

if some homeless nutter
hadn't killed her.

What homeless nutter?

HE SIGHS
This was all in the trial.

Some investigator you are.

Do you have a name or do I waste
my valuable time finding out?

Roy Gleason.

He followed Anita around for days,
watching her.

How do you know?
Cos I saw him.

Despite a restraining order.
So you were stalking her too?

It's not stalking if you love her.

Look, let's cut
the bullshit, shall we?

I know you're a complete bastard,

luckily for you,
after five divorces,

I have a pretty high tolerance
for it.

If you didn't kill Anita,
I'll find out who did.

Just so we're clear,
if it were up to me,

I'd keep you in here anyway.

DOOR OPENS

Ms Cora Felton?
Er, yes.

Ah, so it is you. What an honour
to have the Puzzle Lady here.

I'm Governor Peacock.
Perhaps we can have a chat?

My office is far more comfortable.

OK.
Come with me.

Ah, here's my secretary, Ida.

PA. I'm your PA, Jonathan.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Can she get you anything?

Tea, coffee, water?

No, thank you.

I must congratulate you for your
brilliant work on the Tanner case.

I mean, without you,

he and his accomplice
might never have been caught.

That's very kind of you to say.

I have taken the liberty
of checking the visitors' log.

May I ask, what is your interest
in Darren Duggen?

SHE CHUCKLES
Well, that depends.

What's your interest in my interest?
HE CHUCKLES

No interest, apart from
your wellbeing, Miss Felton.

But if you are here
in an investigative capacity,

I should warn you that
Darren Duggen is a dangerous killer

who deserves to be exactly
where he is, serving life.

Darren claims a homeless man
killed Anita Dryver.

CHUCKLES

Ask any prisoner here

and they'll name someone else
as the guilty party.

So I say this with the greatest
respect - don't be taken in.

Oh, I certainly won't,
Governor Peacock.

GATE BEEPING

Excuse me, sorry.

Sorry to bother you,
Anton Grant, Bakerbury Gazette.

I'm writing an article
about ex-prisoners

being offered employment on release.

Have you got a minute?

I've barely seen my girls in
18 months, so what do you think?

Tosser.

I'm taking it that
didn't go as planned.

What are you doing here, Anton?

I could ask you the same thing.
You first.

All right, I'm working
on something about exploitation.

So far it's just a hunch,
but could be big. You?

Becky's hired me to look
into a cold case.

Possible wrongful conviction.

I won't step on your toes
if you don't step on mine.

Deal.

You've got some nerve,
you know that?

Pulling a vanishing act on my niece.

SCOFFS
Is that what she told you?

She didn't tell me anything.

Well, if she had, you'd know
it was her that ended it with me,

and not the other way around.

Oh.
Yeah. "Oh."

Then, maybe you need a reason
to come by the house.

You could do me a favour
at the same time.

I'm listening.

Can you do some digging
on a local vagrant?

Name's Roy Gleason.

Might be tricky with no
fixed address, but I'll try.

As it's your birthday.

CORA EXHALES DEEPLY

So, they used a handsaw
to cut through the temporal bone

and then they opened up his brain

and pulled it all out
when he was awake.

Hello, Katy.

Aren't you supposed to be at school?

Er, it's, er, break time,
but I should be getting back.

Could you not tell my dad
that I was here?

I can keep a secret.

Ah, Jimmi. Just the man I need.

I'm investigating the murder...

There's been another murder?
No, this was about five years ago.

A young woman from Bakerbury
called Anita Dryver.

I need whatever you can find out
about the trial in particular

and maybe an obituary,
if you can find it?

Erm, no, sorry, I... I can't.

What do you mean you can't?
Well, I'm not supposed to.

You see, I promised my mum I would
stay away from that kind of stuff.

And Inspector Hooper,

well, he warned me to stick to
murders in books, not real life.

Ah, you're not supposed to be
spending time with Katy either,

but you've been doing that,
aren't you?

An-it-a Dry-ver.

There you go.

PEN LID CLICKS,
SHE SIGHS

There's more to this than
meets the eye, I'm sure of it.

Governor Peacock practically
begged me to drop the case.

Hm, Anita Dryver?

Yes. But never mind about the
obituary, read about the trial.

Darren's defence was shoddy.
He was crucified in the press.

Oh, he's a nasty piece of work,

but I think he might
just be telling the truth.

He claims there was
a second stalker, Roy Gleason.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Can you believe the defence

didn't even bother to call him
as a witness?

Oh, you were fast. Come through.

Anton, erm, hey.

Hey. Good to see you.

I've not seen you around much,
where you been hiding?

Oh, nowhere. I go out all the time.

Oh, joining me at bridge
doesn't count.

Oh, is this your cold case?
Yeah, I remember it.

I'm pretty sure it
was the ex-boyfriend.

Hm. I'm keeping an open mind.

Fair enough.
So, I tracked down Roy Gleason.

Oh, you found him? Good work.

Yeah, he's ex-military.

Medically discharged
about six years ago

after a nervous breakdown
in Afghanistan.

Then he was homeless for a while.

That's his current address.
Oh.

OK.

Oh, Imperial Gardens,
Winterbourne Estate.

Ooh, sounds swanky.

It is. It's a gated community
for ex-servicemen and women

connected to the Mayor.

Then again, most things in this town
are connected to the mayor.

Hm. You smell something fishy.

Oh, come on. We're all friends here.

Well, that's why I wanted
to talk to ex-prisoners.

I think Mayor Firth might
have a deal with Governor Peacock

to use them for cheap labour
in his hotels and bars.

I always knew he was a snake.

Speaking of which, you want
company talking to Gleason?

Could be dangerous.
No need. I'll be with her.

OK.

Well, just try not to hit him
in the head with the frying pan.

CHUCKLING

Bridge? I go out.

I know.

Ooh.

Someone has landed on their feet.
Hm.

Sorry to bother you.

We're looking for Roy Gleason.
Is he here?

What do you want?
I'm Cora Felton.

I know who you are.
I said what do you want?

We just need to ask a few questions
about the murder of Anita Dryver.

Terrible business.
I'm sure you remember.

Shall we discuss it here or would
you prefer somewhere more private?

DOOR CREAKING

You've got two minutes,
then I want you out.

Hm, straight to the point.
I like a military man.

You were seen following Anita Dryver
in the days before her death.

Care to comment?

That's what her piece of shit
ex-boyfriend claimed,

but he's a liar.

Like I told the police,
I never even met the woman.

Are you quite sure?

Because I have seen a photograph
of Anita in a cafe

with you clearly watching her
through the window.

The image is a little grainy,
but it is clearly you, Mr Gleason.

If there was a picture,
it would've come up in the trial.

It's only just come to light.

But it'll certainly be admissible

in Darren Duggen's appeal,
won't it, Sherry?

Mm.

I don't care what picture you've
got, because it won't prove a thing.

I never touched her.

Now get out!

Get out and don't bother me again!

Hm.

He was a shifty as the Governor.

And now I think about it,
so was Stacey Gallivan.

You mean Darren's girlfriend?
Mm.

The one who hired Becky?

All right, what about me, then?
Maybe I killed Anita Dryver.

CORA CHUCKLES

I'm just saying that Stacey's

a lot more into Darren
than he is to her.

Maybe she bumped off Anita
to get her man.

Yeah, but she'd have known
he'd be a prime suspect.

Why land him in jail?

That grey car behind me.
Don't look.

A man in a hat and glasses,
he's been following us all morning.

What? How do you know he wasn't just
driving in the same direction?

Then what's he doing
sitting there now?

Waiting for us to leave,
that's what.

Are you gonna shoot him?

Read out his numberplate for me.

Have you got any binoculars
in there?

And how do you know they weren't
just driving in the same direction?

Why is it so hard for people to
believe I was being followed?

It could have been
a Puzzle Lady fan.

Exactly. It's just some loser.
Hm. No, I...

No, I was leaving a suspect's place
and the car was waiting for me.

What suspect?

An ex-soldier called Roy Gleason.

Duggen claims he's the real killer.

Oh, well, if Darren Duggen
says so, then, I mean...

Yeah. And since when are you on
the side of scumbags like him?

I'm just trying to get to the truth.
If he's guilty, then let him rot.

But I'm ruffling a few feathers
by making inquiries.

And in my experience, that means
something is not right.

LAUGHING
Hark at her, eh?

Ruffling feathers?
In her experience?

GIGGLING

Will you run the numberplate?

What if the person in that car
wants to kill me?

Would you like to be forever
known as the inspector

who let a national treasure die?

Go on then, yeah,
I'll run the plate.

SIGHS
Thank you.

Yeah, I'm going? Yep.
Yeah.

MUSIC AND CHATTER
Lime and soda.

So, what did Darren think about me
getting a lawyer?

I hadn't told him in case
it didn't work out, but...

was he pleased?

Not that I could tell,
but then I don't know him very well.

He said you two go back a long way.

We were neighbours growing up.

I used to follow him around
on his bike and stuff.

We was inseparable for a while.

Just for a while?

Till he discovered girls.
Girls besides you.

Oh, we never...

When he gets out, we'll be together.

Properly.

I see.

In the meantime, he's rather
a captive audience, isn't he?

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm merely observing
that with Darren in jail,

he can't chase after other women.

So one might say that
Anita's death was good for you.

You think I wanted her dead?

No, I'm just exploring all angles.

Including me?

Is this what I'm paying for?

Some old bag to show up
and accuse me of murder?

I never said you murdered her.

Explore that.

SHE PUFFS

Very refreshing

Yes...
RINGTONE

Ooh.
SNIFFS

♪ Strip for me, babe... ♪
Whew.

Ooh. Inspector, hello.

CLEARS THROAT

Oh, Brinford, you say?

Yes. House number?

He's on the high street number,
number 125.

A name of Peter Burns.
'Ever heard of him?'

Nope. I've gotta go. My wife's here.

'Thank you, Inspector.'

DOOR OPENS
Hiya, love. You look nice.

This was confiscated
from Katy at school today.

She was showing it
to all her friends.

I think she was more disturbed

by the Tanner incident
than we thought.

Bloody hell.

Well, where's she got this?

Jimmi bloody Potter.

ENGINE HUMMING

DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE

So, you're a private detective.

Who hired you to follow me?

You might as well tell me.
I'll find out. I always do.

BIRDS CHIRPING

Is she here?

Yep, come on in

Oh, good morning.

We have to drop the case.
Why? Because I upset Stacey?

Oh, she's the one
who threw her drink at me.

Turn on the news.

'Six months back, we had to fish
it out the River Nidd.

'Now it's gone again!

'I just hope they haven't
popped it this time.'

Wow. No, you're right,
that is huge

Here we are outside
Bakerbury Prison where,

unfortunately this morning,

there was a violent attack
which resulted in murder.

Prisoner Darren Duggen
survived the attack,

leaving the other man dead.

Darren killed someone.

'Duggen stabbed the other
prisoner in self-defence

'after he came at him
with a handmade knife.

'The name of the deceased
prisoner is Jason Dryver.'

Dryver? So he's connected
to Anita Dryver?

'..the murder of Anita Dryver,
Jason's sister.

'It appears Jason was recently
transferred from Durham Prison

'after he was convicted for
attempting to rob a Bakerbury bank

'with a fake gun a year ago.'

I'm here with Governor Peacock.

Governor, how is it possible for
two prisoners with a deadly grudge

to end up in the same prison wing?

Well, I'm afraid violent prisoners
can't always be prevented

from being violent
towards each other.

Yes, but given their history,
surely...

Look, you have to let me finish.

Yeah, I'm running
a very busy prison here.

It's impossible to keep track of
the crimes of all of the inmates.

'With all due respect, Governor,
that is your job.'

'Rod, I think we both understand...'
TV TURNS OFF

I knew it.

I knew there was more to this.

Miss Felton.

I thought you'd swing by.

Jason Dryver's attempted robbery
was here in Bakerbury.

Yeah. And I arrested him myself.
Not that he put up much of a fight.

He confessed straight away. He could
hardly plead innocent, could he?

Everyone had seen his face.

Maybe that was the point.

Maybe he deliberately
committed a moronic crime

just to get sent to jail
so he could kill Darren Duggen.

Maybe.

But so what?

The plan failed.

Duggen killed him in front
of a dozen witnesses.

Darren Duggen is serving
a life sentence,

so now any chance of an appeal
is out the window.

And that makes you
somewhat redundant,

wouldn't you say, Miss Felton?

Come in.

I believe this is yours.

SIGHS
Yeah.

Did I not make myself clear, Jimmi?

Erm, yes, but, erm, I...

I don't want my daughter
seeing stuff like this.

She's only 15, mate.

Yeah, you're right. I... I'm sorry.

Have you got no friends
your own age?

Like, honest to God, Jimmi,
nobody, no pals?

Erm...

There's Fat Keith.

Fat Keith.

Well, go and hang out
with Fat Keith!

Chat about exploding heads
until your hearts are content.

Just keep Katy out of it, please.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Go on.

Jimmi's a sweet kid.

You know he'd never do anything
to harm Katy.

You know, Miss Felton,

I am used to you sticking your nose
in where it's not wanted.

But really, when it comes
to my family...

DOOR OPENS

Hey. What did Hooper say?

SIGHS
I don't want to talk about it.

Do you know I'm still
being followed? Ha!

He's parked just down the road.
Are you serious?

I find it strangely comforting.
Why?

Because it means someone is scared.

Oh...

What happened to you, hm?

A man happened. That's what.

Anita Dryver is survived by
her brother, Jason Henry Dryver,

and her sister,
Bella Katrina Dryver.

I didn't know Anita had a sister.

Yes, I know.
It was in the obituary.

The one you said wasn't important.

Well, Bella Dryver
could be important. Very.

Would you look into it for me?

Me?
Yeah. Find out where she is.

No, I... I can't. I've got, er...

Yep, sure.

I'm here to see the Governor.

ENGINE REVVING

IGNITION SCREECHES

SIGHS

All right.

Anton Grant from
the Bakerbury Gazette.

I'm writing an article about Mayor
Firth's employment of ex-prisoners.

Is there someone I...
DIAL TONE

SIGHS

Sherry.

Hi.

Is it OK that I'm here?
Of course.

I mean, yeah, I'm-I'm at work,
but it's, it's cool.

What can I do for you?

I am trying to track down
Anita Dryver's sister, Bella.

I couldn't find anything online
except a work number,

but she quit a year ago.

I just thought you found
Roy Gleason pretty fast.

I can search for a last
known address.

Doesn't mean she'll still be there.
What's the full name?

Bella Katrina Dryver.
KEYBOARD CLACKING

Katrina... can't be
too many of those.

CHUCKLES

Yes.
Oh. Three matches in the UK.

Norwich, Inverness,
and yes, Yorkshire.

PRINTER HUMMING

PHONE RINGS

Peacock. No, this is the Governor.
Miss Blunkett's called in sick.

Printer cartridges...
How should I know?

Just... call back on Monday!

DOOR OPENS

Miss Felton,
how did you get in here?

Bribery.

I am afraid I can't chat.

You've caught me
at a rather difficult time.

I bet I have.

I saw you on the news,
and if I may say so, Governor,

I didn't buy it.

Didn't buy what?

You seemed pretty clued up
on Darren Duggen before.

You would've known
who Jason Dryver was

when you transferred him.

Prisoners are moved all the time due
to overcrowding.

And no, actually,

I-I didn't know who Jason Dryver was
until it was too late.

But that doesn't explain
why you put him

in with category A prisoners.

Robbery's a far lesser crime
than murder.

Well, Jason Dryver was clearly
dangerous enough to be there.

He was the one with the knife.

Ah, yes, the knife,

that you didn't find
in your routine searches.

Anyone would think you wanted
Darren Duggen killed.

I resent that, Miss Felton.

I'm doing my level best
to run a safe prison

and I will not have you
implying otherwise.

Now, if you don't mind,
I'll have to ask you to leave.

Ah, Mayor Firth.

Is Duggen safe now

or have you put him in with
a cage full of hungry tigers?

He's being held in isolation
at his own request.

Satisfied?
Hmph!

DOG BARKING

TYRE HISSING

There...

Hm. Cigarette?

You may be here some time.

No? Oh, well. Suit yourself.

Not from the tabloids, are you?

No. No, God no.

Well, Anton is a journalist,
but he's one of the good ones.

All right, come on.

Sorry, it's just... they wrote
all kinds of crap

about Bella's sister when she died.

I mean, she was murdered, you know?

Thank you.

Well, that's why we're looking
further into Anita's death.

I thought they caught the guy.
That may not be the whole story.

We were hoping to find Bella
to ask her a few questions.

Well, if you find her, you can
tell her I've got a few myself.

She disappeared a year ago.

She disappeared?
Well, she up and left.

I went to work one day, and then
when I got home, she'd gone.

Didn't even write a note.

We were really close, you know.

Or at least I thought we were.

Well, maybe what happened with her
sister just got to be too much.

You know, sometimes we just need
to run away.

She'll be going through it again,
with her brother being killed.

Did you ever meet Jason?
Yeah, once or twice.

He was a nice guy.

That's why I was so surprised
he tried to rob that bank.

But, like you said, trauma.

And how did Bella react
to all of that?

That was the week she left.

Hm.

ENGINE HUMMING

Her brother gets into trouble and
Bella just ghosts her whole life.

Why?

He initially got sent
to Durham Prison, right?

Maybe she moved there
to be closer to him?

That makes sense.

Which means there's a chance she
followed him back to Bakerbury

when he was transferred.

She could be right under our noses.

You're getting good at this.

SCOFFS
God.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but I am actually quite surprised
you're still at the Gazette.

Especially after the Tanner story.

Well, I did get one offer
from Manchester, but...

I'm still thinking about it.

What's to think about?

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, come on!

Shit, shit!

Well, what have we here?

Oh, God.

That appalling Puzzle Woman's
been sniffing around again.

She's like a festering boil
right on my backside

that just won't go away!

What was she asking about?
You and me?

No, not that. Jason's transfer.

If she thinks she knows
what's happening,

she's blab about it all around town
and then we are screwed!

What are we gonna do now?
HE HYPERVENTILATES

I suggest you let me in.

Oh, no!
She followed you.

DOORBELL RINGS
She followed you.

Mr Peacock, I know you're in there.

Ida, don't answer.
Don't answer the door.

Don't answer the door.
Don't answer the... oh, God!

Ah.

What a considerate boss you are,

checking in on your assistant
when she pretends to be ill.

I am bloody ill.

Oh.

Still, I'm sure your wife
would be delighted to hear

that you two are
on such intimate terms.

Oh, God. Please, don't tell her, please.

Look, what do you want to know?

What I asked you before.
Why did you transfer Jason Dryver?

Someone has a video of... us.

Oh, you're being blackmailed.
By whom?

We don't know,
but they filmed in my house.

They were in my bedroom.

Was anything stolen in the process?

No.
So, not just an opportunist.

They came for only one purpose.

Well, don't just clam up.

Give me details.

Did they ask for money?
How did they contact you?

It's just phone texts.

I offered them money,
but they didn't want that.

They told me to transfer
Jason into the same wing

as Darren Duggen
or the video would go public.

I mean, I had no choice.

Well, of course you had a choice.

You knew Jason would try
to kill Darren.

Duggen's a monster. He deserved it.

But I couldn't have known
Jason would be the one

who'd end up in the morgue.

Oh, whatever helps you
sleep at night,

whichever bed you choose to be in.

Look, what are you
going to do with this?

Go to the press? The police?

I'd lose my job, my marriage.

I... I could even end up in prison.

All for having an affair
with my secretary!

For the last time, Jonathan,
I'm your PA.

And I don't actually
sleep at night any more.

Not since the break-in.

Then perhaps you've been
punished enough.

As for you...

...I happen to know how shitty it is
to be cheated on.

But I have bigger fish to fry,

like a certain murder
that stinks to high heaven.

So, despite your charming
summation of my character,

I will indeed keep this between us.

Oh, thank you so much.

Save your thanks.

I might ask you
for a favour sometime.

EXHALES SHARPLY

HORN BLARING

I don't why you wanted me
to talk about the graveyard.

Wasn't even scary.
It was brilliant.

That's good, honey. I'm glad.

Derek, can you take her home, please?

I have to get back to work.

Yeah, uh, just...
go wait in the car, love.

KEYS JINGLE

Maybe she is fine.
Maybe it's fine?

Did you not see
the raw-slash test thing?

I mean, it looked like
bloody roadkill to her.

Rorschach? Yes, I did.

Don't snap at me.

I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry.
I just...

I'm just worried, you know?

Yeah, I know. Me too.

Come here. Ooh.

I love you, darling.
I love you, too.

We'll talk about it later, OK?
We will.

Have a good day, love.
PHONE RINGS

Sammy, can this wait, mate?
I'm just in the middle of...

Right, I'm on my way.

Do not tell your mum about this.

So, someone was blackmailing
the Governor

to put Darren's life in danger?
Mm.

Could it be Bella getting
revenge for her sister?

I'd put my money on it.

Where was that flatmate
you talked to anyway?

It's a town not far from here,
Brinford. Brinford?

SHE GASPS
That's where I found PI Burns.

Coincidence? I think not.
PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

Danny? Hey, what's up?

OK, thanks.

Yep, yep. I didn't hear it from you.
We'll be there in five.

You're not gonna believe this.

CLEARS THROAT
Erm, what are you lot doing here?

We can't reveal our sources.

Did you hear that, Danny?

They're not gonna reveal you
as their source.

Me? Sir, I didn't...

I'm sorry, Sir. It's just they
were investigating him, so...

Can you keep it down, please?

If he hadn't broken his neck
in the fall,

he would've bled out
from the stab wound.

But do you think he was murdered?

I'll ask the questions, Miss Felton,
thank you very much.

So, do you think he was murdered?

Well, it hardly looks like
a freak accident now, does it?

It looks like it could have been
some kind of freak accident.

Wait a minute, what?

How does that prove
it's an accident?

Well, it's obvious, in't it?
He's been polishing his bayonets.

He's pissed.

Goes downstairs, takes a tumble.

BLOWS RASPBERRY
Falls onto it.

No, no!

He's polishing his knives.

Someone bursts in.
There's a hand-to-hand fight.

It moves out onto the landing.

The killer stabs him and pushes
him down the stairs.

Hand-to-hand...

That's pure conjecture!
DOOR OPENS

Katy, what the hell
are you doing in here?

I told you to wait in the car.

I did. Relax, they, they put
the body away.

I wanted to see it, but it was
zipped up in a stupid bag, so...

Bloody...

SIGHS

Danny, just take her home, please.
Go on. Yes, Sir.

Come on.
Get home, you.

So, has she actually found anything
that will help Darren's case?

I've found out plenty,
Miss Gallivan.

LIGHTER CLICKS

STACEY CHUCKLES

Whether or not it'll help Darren
isn't for me to say.

But in a nutshell, I questioned
Roy Gleason and, within 24 hours,

he was found dead
in suspicious circumstances.

Meanwhile, the Governor
was being blackmailed

over a sex tape of him
with his PA, Ida Blunkett.

The blackmailer forced him
to transfer Jason Dryver

to the same prison as Darren,
who then killed him in self-defence.

I suspect the sex tape was made
by a private investigator

by the name of Burns, who's been
following my every move.

In fact, he's out there right now.

What makes you think
he made the sex tape?

Because Anita had a sister, Bella,
who's currently nowhere to be found.

PI Burns just happens
to be from the same town

as Bella Dryver's last known
address.

Could Bella be the one
blackmailing the Governor

to put Darren in harm's way?

You mean he could still be in
danger?

SHE GASPS
Oh, my God!

Darren didn't even kill Anita!

Miss, you have to get him out before
something else happens to him!

Stacey, I thought you understood.

Darren's appeal is over.

He killed a fellow prisoner.

No jury is ever going
to overturn his conviction now.

So there's, there's nothing else
you can do for him?

STACEY SIGHS

Well, thanks. Thanks for nothing.

Always nice to have
a happy customer.

Well, she's not a customer any more.

It's over, Cora.

Case is closed.

It's not over
until the Puzzle Lady sings.

Oh, what a day.

SIGHS

Want a takeaway?
Yeah, go on.

Hm, what's that?

Looks like another birthday card.

Oh, my birthday was yesterday.

Yes, well,
it's your birthday weekend. Open it.

SIGHS

What is it?

TUTS
Someone's idea of a joke.

"Cora Felton will die next."

Oh, my God, Aunt Cora.

Well, that's a death threat.

Really?
It's not that serious, is it?

No, of course it's serious.

It was hand delivered.
That means they know where you live.

Well, if it had been posted,
they'd still know where I live.

What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, whatever.

Just in case it has fingerprints.

Whew, OK, let's get this to Hooper.

Come on, Aunt Cora, let's go!
Oh, right, right, right. OK.

Strange.

Hello?

Where is everybody?

They're all at the library.
Sir, I'm on my way.

RADIO BEEPS
What's going on?

All I know is
there's been another incident.

SHE EXHALES SHARPLY

Why are all the lights off?
Hm.

Surprise!
SHE SHRIEKS

LAUGHTER,
APPLAUSE

You bastards!

We got you.

Look at your face.
LAUGHTER

And this is courtesy
of Babs' Bakery.

My pleasure.
Oh, amazing!

Ooh, according to this,
I'm still 30.

Mm, yes, OK. Let's get
her some champagne, please.

Here you are.
Ooh.

You're not gonna say thank you for,
"Setting such a brilliant trap?"

This was you?
Mm-hm.

Yeah. Thank you very much.

HE SNIFFS,
EXHALES SHARPLY

Then the least you can do is
tell me what the coroner said. Ju...

Right. Gleason's blood alcohol
was sky high.

The stab wound, however, was low.

So unless he was killed by
a psychotic toddler,

it was an accident.

But it can't have been.

He knew something about
Anita Dryver's murder, I know it.

Someone killed him to shut him up.

No. There was no evidence
of any intruder in the place.

There was no witness statement
to support any kind of commotion,

and there was no visitor
in the building that night.

Look, stop assuming that
there is a murderer

around every corner, Miss Felton.
Mm.

THUD,
SCREAMING

Danny, get upstairs! Sam, make sure
nobody gets in or out.

Edith, can you lock that back
exit please, right away.

Katy! Katy, don't look, honey.
Don't look.

Put that phone away right now!

This is DCI Hooper. A body's
been found in the library.

Derek Hooper, can you send a car
down to the library, please.

Ooh! Oh...
SPLUTTERING, COUGHING

Oh, my God, Aunt Cora!
Oh, oh...

Are you OK?
Oh, yes.

You've just contaminated
the body, Miss Felton.

I think he rather contaminated
my cake!

Right, does anyone know who he is?
Never seen him before in my life.

Could everyone just go, please.

Go on, get out, everyone.
Come on. Got cream on me fingers.

You sure you don't want me to drive?
No, I'm fine. Ugh...

What a waste of a good cake.
That's delicious.

That's disgusting.
THUD

What is that?

That's his wallet, isn't it?
You took a dead guy's wallet?

And his keys.

You didn't think I fell on him
by accident, did you?

Why would you do that?

Because he's the one
who's been following me.

That was PI Burns?

OK, well, we have to
tell Hooper then.

Do... I'll tell him everything,
but this is just to buy us time.

If Hooper beats us to it, he'll keep
us out of our own investigation.

Would that be fair?

Beats us to what?

Aunt Cora, this is insane.
We're both gonna go to jail.

Calm down, I just need to find out
who hired him to follow me.

Looks like someone beat us to it.

OK, we are calling Hooper now, right?

Let's just take one quick look.

Ah!
Hey! Hey, stop!

ENGINE REVVING,
TYRES SCREECHING

Sorry, they were too fast.
Not as fast as me.

CHUCKLES

We'll get blamed for the break-in.

I'm not leaving without answers.

What are you doing?

I don't know,
looking for accounts, emails.

No, no, no, no. Don't hit that.
That's the shutdown tab. Yep.

Now you're moving desktop icons.
ERROR TONE

No, look, wait, wait, wait.
You're gonna...

OK, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Just let me do it, thank you.
CLEARS THROAT

SIGHS

KEYBOARD CLACKING

Whoever broke in here,
they were after their own file,

covering their tracks.

Why? Because they killed Burns?

Maybe. Or they saw he'd been killed
on the media posts.

They didn't want the police
asking questions.

COMPUTER DINGS,
WOMAN MOANING ON COMPUTER

Sherry, for goodness' sake.
There's a time and a place.

Aunt Cora, this is a home video.
Look.

Oh...
Mm.

I knew it!
Mm, yes.

Burns did make that sex tape.
Mm.

MOANING INTENSIFIES

Oh.
Mm.

Uh? Oh...

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting something?

So, you lie about recognising
the victim,

and then you steal his ID
and his keys,

and then you break into his offices.

Actually, the door was open,
so technically...

Technically I'm gonna press charges
against the pair of youse.

Charges for what, exactly?

I mean, the break-in happened
before my clients arrived.

Why would they force their way
in if they had keys?

They were still caught inside.

Yeah.

Did they steal anything?

No.
Uh-uh.

No. At worst, they were trespassing,

which I don't need to tell you
is entering a property

without the owner's permission.

And well, he wasn't exactly in
a position to offer that, was he?

You have no right to hold them
for even a second longer,

and you know it.

Let's go.

I'm just gonna... go with her.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

Fair point well made, that,
really, wasn't it?

She's very good.
Mm.

Thank you, Becky. Nicely done.

Well, actually, you're not welcome.
What the hell were you two thinking?

Me? No, I... I told her
it was a mistake.

Of course, because your aunt's
a complete liability.

Tell me about it. Aunt Cora, why do
you always take things too far?

Well, this was your brilliant
idea anyway, Sherry.

Well, what does that mean?
What was your idea?

Oh, to...

SHERRY SIGHS

To give you a case.

It was supposed to be
a sort of birthday present.

I thought it might cheer you up,
stop you moping around the house.

But I was hired as a detective.

No, that was Sherry's money.

I took the whole fee from Stacey.

Lawyers are expensive.

Speaking of which, we need
to talk about your bill

for me bailing you out tonight.

Ha! Get out of jail free. There.

Consider yourself paid.

Thanks for the birthday present.

SIGHS
Thanks.

MOANING ON COMPUTER

I can't make out a face there,
can you?

No, right, I'll just...
MOANING INTENSIFIES

...pause.
MOANING STOPS

Yeah, sorry.

MOANING CONTINUES

Uh...

HE SIGHS

Right there. The...
MOANING STOPS

Wait a minute, is that...

Is that Governor Peacock?
No.

It was the Puzzle Lady, wasn't it?

The Pu... what does she know
about this?

Nothing. Just about the affair.

But if she didn't tell you,
then how...?

Well, I've seen the video.

Oh, God. If my wife finds out,
she'll take everything.

Well, I'd say that's the least
of your problems, Mr Peacock,

because we found the video
on the laptop of a dead man.

Dead?
Well, murdered, yeah.

And I would say that you had
a pretty good motive

to kill the man
that was blackmailing you.

What, you think I killed him?
Are you insane?

I'd never risk going to prison.
I know what it's like!

Well, then, can you tell me where
you were at around 8pm last night?

I was with...

With Ida.

At her house.

Right.

So your only alibi is your mistress

who has a pretty good reason
to kill him too.

Oh, God.

SOBBING

Oh, God.

Can I get a tissue, please?
Oh, God...

Would you like a glass of water,
Mr Peacock?

I need a Xanax.

Is there one in your bag?

Ida says she was with Peacock
till nine o'clock,

but they make a point of not
being seen together,

so no-one can corroborate that.

So, what do you think then?
They're accomplices to a murder?

Maybe.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Preposterous.

Governor Peacock's a pillar
of this community.

And I won't have his good name
sullied by anyone.

His good name?

He's just admitted to having
an affair with his PA.

It's hardly a reason to accuse
him of murder, Inspector Hooper.

The victim had a sex tape of them.

Then I'd say they're
the victims here,

being persecuted
for a private indiscretion.

Have you even found a murder weapon?

Witnesses to place them
at the scene, eh?

Well, not yet, no.
No!

Then I suggest you release
them immediately.

With respect, Mayor Firth,
I don't answer to you.

I answer to the Chief Constable.

It's interesting
you should say that

because he and I were just talking
about you over a game of golf.

He has his doubts about
your competence, Inspector,

but I defended you.

Was I wrong?

Well, I am aware that I don't
have enough to charge them,

so I'll release them.

For now.

But I will question and charge
anybody that I see fit,

Mayor Firth, regardless
of their standing in this town!

THUD,
SHE SHRIEKS

Shit.

S-sorry, Mum.

So what the hell
were you two doing?

Er, well, we just thought we would
try and time the killer's movements

and see how long it would've taken
them to run downstairs

and rejoin the party.

Sorry, to rejoin the party?

We were thinking it could have
been one of the party guests

and that's how come
no-one was caught.

Oh, right.

And then who do you suppose
slit the man's throat then, Katy?

Would it have been
Babs the Baker, perhaps?

Or maybe Jimmi's mum, or...
It's not funny!

And I thought I told you
to stay away from my daughter!

It's not Jimmi's fault.
I wanted to help.

Right, just come on. Get out.
Not you, Katy.

Why would you get involved
in a stupid stunt like that?

Well, it wasn't stupid.

There's a point to all
of our experiments.

Well, I don't like it, Katy,

honestly, and I don't like this
obsession you've got now

with-with-with-with death,
and corpses, and gore.

It's not normal, love.

I am normal, Daddy.

I know, love. I didn't...

I didn't mean that.

Don't you say a word, please.

I wouldn't dream of it.

SCOFFS
No, you wouldn't, no.

I mean, you keep everything
to yourself, don't you?

Like, for example,
the identity of murder victims.

Hm? And I'm guessing that you knew

that Governor Peacock
was being blackmailed, yeah?

I was going to tell you
everything, Inspector,

once I had sufficient evidence.
Oh, right

That's why I'm here now,
to offer up another vital clue.

To offer up a clue?

How very kind, Miss Felton.
Thank you

Well, consider it a peace offering.

You'll remember the break-in
at Burns' office.

A... a sore point, I know.

Well, I took a picture

of the intruder's car
as it sped away.

Here.

PHONE VIBRATES AND DINGS

I suspect they're the one
who hired Burns to follow me.

And that's why they broke into the
office, to steal their own file.

Well, that is actually useful,
Miss Felton, thank you very much.

Well, and I suppose
you'd be interested in knowing

the identity of this person too.

Well, if you're running
it through your database,

maybe I could have a peek.

Oh, yeah, so maybe you could
get stuffed.

Because I'm not sharing anything
with you ever again,

and neither is Sam, right?

Yes, Sir.

And don't even think about
trying to sweet talk Danny,

cos the next time I will fire him.

Make no mistake.

You're on your own.

CALMING MUSIC PLAYS

I am really sorry for lying to you.

I just wanted to give you
a gift you'd actually enjoy,

and if that's solving crimes,
then what's the harm?

Becky never really hired me.

She was just helping a stupid
old fool indulge in a fantasy.

It's not a fantasy.

You are really good at this.

And whether Hooper helps you or not,

I know you're gonna figure out
who killed Anita Dryver.

And PI Burns, and possibly
Roy Gleason.

Mm.
Ah.

Hello.
Hello. I'm not interrupting, am I?

Mm, hey... how's your case going?

Oh, well, I've hit a dead end.

I'm trying to trace a numberplate,

but Hooper's refusing to help and
the DVLA won't give it up either.

I know the feeling.

I'm being stonewalled
on this whole Firth thing.

Nobody that works
for him will speak to me.

But that's not why I came over.

Sherry, I'm going clubbing tonight
with mates, do you wanna come?

Erm, er...

Yeah... Yes.

Yeah?
Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Good. I'll message you.
Why not?

They're so good.
LAUGHTER

Ooh.
Drink your hot chocolate.

'Limb By Limb'
by Cutty Ranks

♪ Duck a dill, dill, dill
Say, a boy get kill

♪ Duck a dill, dill, dill
You better sign unuh will... ♪

All right?
♪ A boy get kill

♪ Duck a dill, dill, dill... ♪

Hi, Becky.
Hi.

♪ Send fi the hacksaw
Take out dem tongue... ♪

You look nice.
Thanks. So do you.

♪ Send fi the hacksaw
Take out dem tongue... ♪

We're gonna get some drinks.
You guys want anything?

Nah, we're good.
Sure? Yeah.

♪ Nuff a dem a pose
Like a dem run di world... ♪

Hey, I'll get a beer
and a vodka tonic.

Yes, thank you.
Please.

♪ If a boy try a thing
Me shot out him eyesight

♪ You know I and I is dynamite

♪ When me hold microphone
I strictly truth or right

♪ Limb by limb
We a go cut dem down... ♪

It's not exactly my kind of music.

Oh, really? What is?

Erm, I'm more into, like,
indie rock.

LAUGHTER

You're-you're serious?
I'm sorry, sorry.

I just, like, I can't picture that.
Oh, thank you.

♪ See me, me, me, me
Mi say, mi just cyan done... ♪

Cheers.
Yeah, cheers.

♪ To come a dem funeral
Dem think say, dem think say

♪ Dem a the general
Dem want I, dem want I

♪ To come a dem funeral... ♪

I actually used to tour with a band.
Sorry, what?

♪ I man, is the general
Pick ya coffin... ♪

Excuse me, could I
get another vodka tonic?

I said I used to...
♪ And your burial spot

♪ You nuh see Cutty Ranks
A rule up the spot?

♪ Pick ya coffin
And your burial spot

♪ You nuh see I and I
Me coming down hot?

♪ You see di gunshot?
When that fire, it hot

♪ All di informer dem
Dem fi step back

♪ You see the gunshot?
When that fire, it hot

♪ Tell dem, I and I
Rule up the spot

♪ You see di gunshot?
When that fire, it hot

♪ You must of build... ♪

MUSIC POUNDING
IN DISTANCE

Hi, remember me?

Anton Grant, we met the day
you were released.

Yeah. I'm busy.

I just need to ask you a couple
of questions, please.

Just, just two minutes.
Look, fuck off, all right?

I need this job.

Right, look, just...

just call me if you
change your mind, OK?

'Ailleurs que le soleil'
by DOPAMOON

Did you get Sherry's water?

That's the vodka tonic
that she wanted.

No, no, no, no, no.

She doesn't need any more alcohol.
Surveying all he owns, I see.

MUSIC MUFFLED IN DISTANCE

It's not going to affect our
arrangement, I'll make sure of that.

I think you'll find I made sure of
it by coming to your rescue today.

And it's much appreciated.

Consider our next transaction
free of charge.

CAMERA BEEPS

Who's that? There's someone there.

It's that journalist.

Security?

MUSIC POUNDING IN DISTANCE

Oi!
Shit!

GRUNTING

Get up!
LAUGHING

Ah... Jeez, all right, all right.
Hey, what you doing? No, no!

LAUGHTER

WHOOPING

Are you OK?
No, I'm not.

Anton is supposed to be my friend

but friends don't
just ditch each other.

OK. Do you want me
to call you a cab?

I'll wait outside with you.
No, we're not friends either.

I can take care of myself,
thank you very much.

KNOCKING

Can I come in?

Yeah.

SIGHS

We ran the numberplate, and the car
is registered to Jason Dryver.

Who's dead.

So someone is using his car.

But who?

That's all I know.

And I'm only helping you

cos I think there's something off
about this case.

Why do you say that?

Because the Mayor keeps trying
to shut it down.

Hooper's a good man, but sometimes
he rolls over too easy.

And just so we're clear here,
my loyalties are still to Hooper.

MUMBLING

Sherry...
Hm?

Hi.
Ooh, my God.

Wow, what the hell happened to you?

I ran into a...
a difference of opinion.

You're not thinking
about driving home, are you?

Er, yes. That's where I live.
Sherry... No, leave the car.

That's not happening.
No, whoa!

GRUNTING
Come on.

I thought that you had left.

No.
But you wouldn't do that.

No.
No.

You are a good guy, Anton.

No, no, whoa.
What? Whoa. That is very mean.

You've had a bit too much to drink.
Yes, and so what?

So, I just don't think
it would be a good idea.

No, no. You're not
the good idea, actually.

So, you just watch me.
Those are your car keys.

No, this is a magic key.
Of course it's not a magic...

It is. Maybe this one is. No, no.
Look, I have the keys in my pocket.

Up you get.
No, I have the keys right here.

Round a bit.
Please, let me go.

No, come on.
I'm going this way. Oh!

MUMBLING
OK...

Oh, look, it opens.
Yes.

You get in, see? It's your turn,
cos I'm climbing through.

SHERRY GIGGLING

Right...
Ta-dah!

You sure you don't need any help?

No, thank you.

Huh. Good night, then.

GROANING

Just taking a small break.

'Transaction
free of charge. Who's that?'

That's all you got?

SIGHS
Was it worth getting beaten up for?

Ask me tomorrow. Ow.

And are you gonna tell me
why my niece is in such a state?

She drank too much.

I probably could have paid
her a bit more attention.

Hm.

And where the hell is our car?

I made her leave it
at the Duke Vincent.

Huh, that's something.

But you'd better not be playing
games with her, Anton,

or I'll give you a lot more
than a bloody nose.

Hey! She's the one who said
she just wants to be friends.

Then I had to practically
fight her off of me.

I don't know what the hell
she wants.

I wish she'd just make up her mind.

Oh, stop whining, for Christ's sake.

Sherry just wants to be happy.
You can make that happen.

You just have to try a bit harder.

Ow. Easy.

EXHALES SHARPLY

Tea.

Oh, it can't have been that bad.

I threw myself at him
and he said no.

And I'm pretty sure
I was horrible to Becky, so yes,

I would like to crawl
into a hole and die.

There's no time for that because
you're going to have a shower,

get dressed ,and then we're going
to take a nice brisk walk

down to the Duke Vincent Hotel.

What? Why? I don't ever wanna
see that place again.

Tough, because we have things
to do and we need the car.

No, Aunt Cora. I feel like shit.
Just go without me.

No. I will not have you
backsliding, Sherry Carter.

Do you hear me?

What are you talking about?

Hiding from the world.

So you made a fool of yourself?
So what?

I make a fool of myself
all the time.

You're coming with me
whether you like it or not.

SHE GROANS

OK, OK, fine.

SIGHS
What are we doing?

You remember the car we saw
driving away from Burns' office?

It's registered to
the now deceased Jason Dryver.

Oh, my God.
How did you find that out?

Not important.

The point is, I think Bella Dryver
must be the one using it.

You were right. She followed
her brother back to Bakerbury.

Yeah, but that still doesn't
tell us where she is.

I know, but I think
the way to find Bella

is to go right back to where this
all started, with Anita Dryver.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
All right, here we go, guys.

Five, six, five, six, seven,
and swing, swing, circle.

Swing, swing, circle,
and in, cha-cha, in and up,

and one, two, whip, whip and kick.

Well done, guys.

RETCHES

Morning sickness.
Toilet's just that way.

Thank you.

Anita ran classes just like this
several times a week.

They were always full.

And what about Anita herself?

Was she as popular
as her dance classes?

Of course, everyone loved Anita.

She was just this lovely,
sunny person.

Mm.
Hm...

Oh, who was George Morris?

He was this homeless man.

He used to sleep
in our doorway sometimes.

Someone ran him over, poor thing.

No-one knows who did it.

Everyone felt dreadful, so we all
chipped in for that plaque. Hm.

Maybe you should have all chipped in
for George while he was alive.

Yeah, that probably
would've been better. Yeah.

Congratulations!

Thank you, Stefan.
You've been very helpful.

We won't take up
any more of your time.

Oh, but before you go, would you
like to sign our petition?

It's to save the studio.

Oh, from whom?

Mayor Firth. Who else?

Jimmi?

Oh, Miss Felton.

Penance? For the mannequin
stunt, I presume.

Yeah.

If it's any consolation,
I thought it was inspired.

I wish everyone else felt that way.

Well, maybe you should put
your talents to better use.

Like helping me.

Now, I was wondering if there
was anything about Anita Dryver

I may have missed.

Not the trial,
but personal pieces in the press?

Miss Felton...

I promised my mum I would do
no more work on the case.

Well, this wouldn't be new work.

I... I'd already asked you
to do some digging,

and if I know you at all,
you'll have dug up rather a lot.

Have a look.

CHUCKLES

Oh, Anita's funeral.
I haven't seen this.

There's Bella.

She looks familiar.

Oh, my God.

Bella is Ida Blunkett!

Prisoner name?
Darren Duggen.

DOOR BUZZING,
CLICKING

DOOR CLANKS OPEN

What?
You have a visitor.

DOOR CLANKING

What the fuck is this?

Hello... Bella.

If you're looking for Darren,
he's been put out of harm's way.

The Governor owed me
a favour, remember?

Please, sit.

You and your brother Jason
were working together

to kill Darren Duggen, weren't you,
for murdering Anita.

But how to get at him in prison?

Jason staged
a very public bank robbery

so that he would be sent down.

The only problem was
he was sent to the wrong jail.

So you had to step in and fix it.

You changed your name
to Ida Blunkett,

landed a job working
closely with the Governor

and instigated an affair.

Please, stop me if I'm wrong.

You then hired a private
investigator

to make a sex tape
of you and Peacock.

It was easy for Burns to film it in
your house because you let him in.

And posing as a fellow victim
of the blackmail,

you knew Peacock wouldn't
suspect you of being behind it.

He still doesn't.

Are you going to tell him?
That rather depends on you.

May I continue?

The day I came to visit Darren,

you heard all about it
in the Governor's office,

so, to make sure I didn't
jeopardise your plans,

you asked PI Burns
to keep tabs on me.

Meanwhile, the blackmail worked

and Jason was transferred
to Bakerbury.

But then it all went horribly wrong

when Darren turned the tables
and killed Jason in self-defence.

Then your trusty PI got killed.

Was the Governor behind that?

No.

Peacock really was with me
that night.

I don't know who killed Burns.

Then neither do I.

But I digress.

With your sister and brother
both dead,

you find yourself
in the unhappy position

of having to avenge them both alone.

You were going to use that knife.

How do you know
I'm not gonna use it on you?

Because you're not
that person, Bella.

You don't have blood on your hands
yet, and you don't need to.

Darren is serving a life sentence.

The chances of him getting out
are zero after killing Jason.

You've lost so much.

Don't throw your own life away.

That's not what Anita
or Jason would've wanted.

SHE SOBS

Can I ask something?

Before Anita died,

did you notice anything out
of the ordinary with her,

apart from her problems with Darren?

Well, we didn't see her as much as
we should have, Jason and me.

But the last time
we were all together

a few days before she was killed,
she gave us some money.

A few grand actually.

Jason had some repairs and I,
I had some loans to pay off.

Do you know where she got it from?
She won it on a scratchcard.

Look, it was nothing dodgy.
You didn't know Anita, but...

...she was as honest as they come.

Bella didn't want to hear it,
but I know I'm right.

Anita got herself tangled up in
something that got her killed.

Mm-hm. So the question is,
where did the money come from?

Exactly.

Oh, and here's another one -
who killed PI Burns?

If it wasn't Peacock,
who else is there?

Does Hooper have any suspects?

Aunt Cora? Hooper, any suspects?

Erm, I wouldn't know.

He's been ignoring my calls.

Speaking of which,
have you talked to Anton yet?

Mm. I've messaged him.

Gonna meet him later
at the bar and grill.

In that case, I need a favour.

EXHALES SHARPLY
Pretty please. Uh... Mm.

I'm so sorry about last night.

I... I drank way too much
and acted like a total idiot.

I'm so relieved you said no.

I mean, not relieved.
I don't want you to think...

I shouldn't have disappeared
like that. Thank you.

A pint of lager and a sparkling
mineral water, please.

Thanks.
I think a real drink would kill me.

THEY CHUCKLE

So, I've been dying to ask,

what happened with Cora
at the prison?

If I tell you, you promise
you won't print the story.

I swear. OK. You know
the Governor's PA, Ida Blunkett?

That is Bella Dryver.

What, Anita Dryver's sister?

Are you serious?
Yeah. She planned the whole thing.

She had an affair with the Governor
just so she could hire a PI

to film them having sex.

Wait, wait, the PI that
ended up dead?

Mm-hm.
Then who killed him?

Oh, we don't know that yet.

Thank you.
That's 8.50, please.

Oh, thank you.
I will get this, promise.

Thank you. Thank you.
PHONE DINGS

Anyway, so Ida, or rather Bella,

used the sex tape to blackmail
the Governor into transferring

her brother from another prison
so he could kill Darren.

But Darren killed him?
Exactly.

So, then Aunt Cora had to hightail
it to the prison

to stop Bella from killing
Darren herself.

Bella had a knife in her bag.
She meant business.

Jesus Christ.
Yeah.

Aunt Cora says she talked her
out of it, but I don't know.

Bella still wants to keep
her job at the prison.

Why would she do that? Unless
it's to get revenge on Darren.

Bakerbury's tallest man
is suing Bakerbury council

after he banged his head
on a road sign.

'Mr Smith's solicitor,
Becky Baidwan,

'says that her client is suffering
from severe PTSD and concussion.

'Is it the responsibility
of the council to raise the signs

'or the freakishly tall to duck?

'I've often thought to myself,
if you go to a theme park,

'they have that very, very low, you
know, "You must be this tall..." '

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

What you doing in my house?

Who is that?

Drop the blade.

BLADE CLINKS
I don't think you two have met.

Bella, this is...

Actually, can you turn
that off please?

Sorry.
TV TURNS OFF

This is Stacey Gallivan,

Darren Duggen's girlfriend,
the one who murdered your detective.

GUN CLICKS

Stay right where you are.
I haven't finished yet.

You wouldn't use that thing.

Hm. That's what
my fifth husband thought.

Anyway, where was I?

Yes, our Stacey here would stop
at nothing to protect her man.

Even when Darren
was obsessed with Anita,

she always believed that he
would love her like that too.

Well, I hate to break
it to you, honey,

but Darren doesn't love anybody.

Stacey discovered that there
was a plot to kill him in jail.

Unfortunately, I told her that
I suspected PI Burns

was a part of it
and that he was following me.

So she followed both of us
and killed Burns

at my birthday party.

Thus ending the blackmail
and stopping the Governor

from putting Darren
into any further danger.

But she still thinks

that he's not safe
while you are alive.

That's why she came here
to kill you too.

Oh... I think you'd better
come with us, don't you?

Oh, thank you
for coming, Inspector.

You'll be interested
to know that Stacey

was holding the same blade
in her hand

that she used to kill PI Burns.

But how did you know to come here?

I set a trap,
and Stacey fell right into it.

I knew that Stacey would try
to kill Bella Dryver,

better known to you as Ida Blunkett.

So, you used me as bait?

Wait, we thought Bella
agreed to the plan?

Well, Bella would never
have gone along with it.

But I... I was here to, to make
sure that Stacey didn't...

do any harm.

Bella Dryver,
we're arresting you

for conspiracy to blackmail...

Thanks a bunch You know,
I thought you were on my side,

but you're nothing but a selfish,
conniving nut job!

...defence, if you do not
mention when questioned...

Inspector? Can I just say,
in my defence...

I think it's best if you don't
say anything at all,

Miss Felton, don't you?

I'll drive us home?

I know I went about it
the wrong way,

but I did prove that Stacey
was a killer.

That's something, isn't it?

Of course, there's lots
to figure out, I know.

I still don't know for certain
if Darren killed Anita,

and as for Roy...

No, just stop.
Please, please stop, Aunt Cora.

What if she killed Bella?
Or you, for that matter?

And you dragged me
and Anton into it.

Do you ever think about anyone else?

Do you?

Come on.

Come on, let's get in the car.

BIRDS CHIRPING

CAR APPROACHING

ENGINE STOPS

Oh, nice one.

Did you bring it?

Ooh.

Let's say Gleason leaves
the room for a moment.

Er, maybe to have a wee?

Indeed.

The killer sneaks in,
takes a knife...

Er, a bayonet.

Ye... A bayonet.

And then Gleason returns.
Oh, yeah.

GRUNTING

"Oi, what you doing in my place?
Blah, blah, blah."

Well, he's an ex-soldier,
so he runs at him.

There's a violent tussle.

They back out onto the landing

when they get to the top
of the stairs,

and then the killer stabs Gleason
in the lower stomach.

Argh!
And he falls.

Ah!

Mm. Were there any
defensive wounds on him?

No.

And why his lower stomach?

Cos I would, like, stab him
in the chest or something.

Hm, yes. I have to admit,
it doesn't feel right.

And nobody heard a fight.

There was nothing disturbed
or misplaced.

Hm. Well, that desk was.

It was at the top
of the stairs before.

I thought it was
a funny place to put it.

And there was something poking out.
Oh.

Jimmi, can you get me the bayonet?

Er, yeah.

Go!
HE HEAVES

Yeah. He killed himself.

I'm not talking to you.

You don't have to talk, I'll talk.

I know for a fact
that Roy Gleason killed himself

and I know why, too.

A guilty conscience.

Oh, so you know what
one of those is then, do you?

Hm.

It was my questioning him
about Anita Dryver's murder

that pushed him over the edge.

That's how I know he killed her.

You don't know, Miss Felton,
you assume.

And as ever, your theory
is 90% what-iffery.

SCOFFS

But that still leaves 10%
probability.

Surely that's worth taking
another look at the facts.

Meaning...?
Well...

Let me have a read of
the old case file on Anita's murder.

Not that there was anything wrong
with the original investigation,

just in case anything was missed.

I'm gonna say this
one more time, Miss Felton.

You don't work here.

You've got no training,
you have no expertise,

and you have absolutely no right
to look through old police files.

So please, for the last time,
please, please, can you just leave?

Now.

Thank you.

Do you know how I know for sure
that Roy Gleason killed himself?

We proved it.

Jimmi, Katy, and I.

Excuse me?

You can do your best to try
and stop me doing what I'm good at,

but you won't succeed, and you won't
stop Katy and Jimmi either.

Because they have a talent,
and talents should be encouraged.

Good day, Inspector.

I said, "All headlines don't
have to be alliterative."

LAUGHTER

Sherry, I just want to say...

Not interested, sorry.

She did just get another
killer put away.

Maybe just hear her out.

Thank you, Anton.

I owe you both an apology.

I behaved appallingly and I feel
wretched about it, truly.

Can you forgive me?

I always do.

So...
CLEARS THROAT

...Anton has had some good news.

Yes. That ex-prisoner's
agreed to go on the record.

Talk about working conditions
at the Duke Vincent.

I take it they're not good.

They are not. And he got fired for
refusing to work unpaid overtime.

Oh, fantastic!

The scoop, I mean,
not the exploitation.

DOORBELL BUZZING

Oh...

ENGINE HUMMING

Someone left this outside,
I didn't see who.

Anita Dryver's murder files.

You want some help?

What are we looking for exactly?

Anything that doesn't add up.

So the police only interviewed
Gleason once,

but they were pretty thorough.

I probably would've let him go too.

It says here Anita's phone and
laptop were missing from her flat,

but in the trial, didn't they say
robbery wasn't a motive?

Well, only because everything
pointed to Darren killing her

in a possessive rage.

Did they ever find
the missing stuff?

Not according to this.

What happened to it, then?

Oh, maybe Gleason took it
to destroy evidence.

Evidence of what, though?

When did Anita die, her exact date?

Erm...

Here, 28th of June, 2019.

Look.

Some guy's pecs?

Oh, forget him.
Look at the plaque.

A homeless man was killed in
a hit-and-run in 2019 on June 14th.

So, just two weeks before?

Could that be a coincidence?

Or what if Anita saw who did it?

Well, it happened right outside
of her dance studio.

Yeah, Anita gave her siblings
money just before she died.

A lot of money.

She was blackmailing somebody.

And that same somebody
had her killed.

And I think I know who.

I hate it when she does that.
CHUCKLES

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

Not at all, always a pleasure.

That's kind.

But we both know we haven't exactly
hit it off since I moved here.

But as I'm in Bakerbury for good,

I felt it was wise for me
to put my cards on the table.

In June 2019, you attempted
to buy a dance studio.

That very same month,
Anita Dryver left that studio

and saw a homeless man
being run over and killed.

Of course you didn't mean
to kill him,

but you panicked and drove away,
not knowing that Anita had seen you.

She came to you for money,
and you paid it.

But she overplayed her hand
and asked for more.

So you made a deal with Roy Gleason
to get rid of your little problem.

Roy Gleason killed Anita Dryver

in exchange for the cushy life
you offered him

at your community for ex-servicemen.

And it would be the easiest
thing in the world

to pin the murder
on her stalker ex-boyfriend.

You go all that from a leaflet?

Not exactly a smoking gun, is it?

I quite agree.

Any evidence of your crimes
will be long gone.

You saw to that when you had Gleason
destroy the phone and laptop

that he took from Anita's flat.

But I wanted to look you in the eye
and see if I was right.

And I am.

If you believe I'm capable
of all that,

it wasn't exactly smart of you
to come here and tell me.

Oh, I can handle myself.

Bravo, Anton.

That's a great expose.

But you have to watch your back,
Firth is a dangerous enemy to have.

I know, but until we can prove
he's the killer, this'll have to do.

So, did you turn down
that job in Manchester?

Yeah, it wasn't really for me.

Oh, really?

I thought it was your dream
to work for one of the nationals.

Some things are more important.

RINGTONE BLARING

♪ Strip for me, babe
Strip for you... ♪

My agent.

Humphrey, how are you?

Oh, you heard about that?

Oh, a new advert?
Of course I'd be interested.

Oh, I only have one request.

The chap playing Inspector Hooper,
he wasn't quite the right casting.

Could I ask for someone
fatter please?

HE GIGGLES
Marvellous.

Ciao.