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You're dead.

And this is exactly why she didn't get
picked for the production of Phantom we

did in the second year. The arms, fine.

But the open mouth. Hey!

You got there pretty quickly.

Oh, please.

That's our prime suspect right there.

I'm the absolute worst at this.

You were very quiet.

I didn't hear you coming.

It's always the quiet one.

Right, well, oh, I think we've got time
to squeeze one more round in.

Oh, God forbid we derail the organised
fun schedule.

Freddie, come on.

Same as before.

Yeah.

Pick a number, get ready to hide.

Pick the joker.

And you're our killer.

It looks like you're my unfortunate
victim.

I always knew you were a dark horse.

Come on, play nice.

No, I'm not getting on the floor.

Fine. Just stay there for 20 seconds and
then you shout out.

Anything for you, Mrs. Starling.

One.

Two.

And you best get going.

Clock's ticking.

Three.

Four.

Lights on.

Jess, I thought that you definitely came
from upstairs.

No. No.

Any other ideas?

No one up here.

You're there, Ryan.

We're looking for Freddy, then.

Find the party pooper. Anyone check the
library?

No. What about downstairs?

Maybe the kitchen?

Let's do the library first.

Perfect place for a murder.

Maybe it was Colonel Mustard with the
Boer War bayonet.

He's not in here either.

No, he's here.

Freddie?

Oh, no. Oh,

my God.

Are you going to say it quick?

They always do when someone... When
something like this happens.

He was sat right there.

Making us all laugh.

And now he's just... Everyone is in the
sitting room. Freddie is.

He's upstairs in the library.

There's a knife and it's... It's okay.

We'll take it from here.

Just... It's a shock.

Forensics should be here any minute, but
I want to get that crime scene cordoned

off, then we'll start taking witness
statements.

Sarge. On it, go on.

Now, I know you want to call Judith and
Susie, but I really think that first we

should get an idea of...

Oh,

good. You're here.

Are you all right? What happened, Bex?

This place is proper creepy.

Are you scared?

Somewhere like this has got to be
haunted.

100%. If only ghosts actually existed.

Then you'd be in trouble.

Just because you haven't seen one. Are
you honestly telling me you believe in

all that? I'm open -minded.

This is to a podcast, right? Look, you
said some of those stories were weird

too.

Well, that's some vicious ghost.

Here you go.

Thanks. Here.

That'll help.

Thank you.

We were playing a game of murder in the
dark, and I was the killer in the game,

and I found Freddy in the library.

He shouted 20 seconds later, like he was
supposed to, and I thought it was part

of the game.

But it must have been real because when
we went to find him...

Gov, we've secured the crime scene.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Thank you for coming. I'm sorry. I know
it's late.

I've spoken to Colin.

I told him what happened.

He's offered to come, but I don't think
he'd be allowed.

Oh, Bex.

We're going to find out who did this.
Don't you worry.

Absolutely.

It's Friday.

Susie, wasn't your date tonight?

Really? Now?

Date? Yes.

Please.

Well, yeah, it was, but I was already
home.

A little more detail would be
appreciated.

Inspired by your blossoming relationship
with the good professor. It's just a

friendship. Yeah, whatever.

I thought I'd dip my toe back in.

And, you know, it was going really well
for about 20 seconds.

And then this fool asked me to take my
shoes off before getting into his jag.

No. He was not for me.

Bex.

Can you come through a minute, please?

No.

These are all locked up.

They won't budge.

So our killer must have come in from the
hallway.

Our victim's got his back to the door.

They grabbed the nearest and easiest
weapon.

And get Mr Thatcher -Hughes in the back
before he's even had time to turn

around.

We've obviously got a lot of questions
to ask you in the coming hours.

Given the distance most of you have
travelled, I'd ask that you please stay

the house overnight so that we can speak
to each of you... Stay here?

Where Freddie died?

If you head home, it'll make the process
a lot longer and more complicated.

If you don't want to stay here, you're
more than welcome to join me back at the

station.

Whatever we can do to help.

Is it safe?

We've done a full sweep of the house.
There's no one else here. And we'll

there's officers with you overnight.

I want to speak to each of you
individually, but before we get started,

anyone else entered or left the house
this evening?

It was just the six of us.

Yeah, since we got back at dinner time.

Just the six of you.

You don't think it was one of us?

That's impossible.

Sorry Bex but I'm going to need your
lanyard back.

You're too close to this one.

Did Freddie ever do anything that could
have led to this?

I mean, Freddie was always at the centre
of some drama, from what I gather, but

he was charming. He got away with it.

He stole one of Oscar's girlfriends at
some point, and Freddie and Ryan always

had this weird rivalry going.

I think they both saw themselves as the
official leader of the group.

But uni would be a really long time to
hold onto a grudge, surely.

People can be extremely petty.

Lest we forget, the Trojan War
essentially began because Paris stole

Menelaus.

Bex, we're about to start taking
statements.

It'd be really useful if you could give
us a bit of background on everyone. Oh,

sure. Whatever I can do.

Thank you, ladies.

Oh, no, we'll just... Go and take a look
around.

Won't we, Susie? Yeah.

I know you're still there.

On our way. Sorry.

OK, so, Ryan.

Ryan Hill.

You might know his name. He runs the Top
of the Hill Foundation.

He was kind of like the dad of the group
at uni.

Yeah. Don't tell him that.

He'd hate it.

He likes to think of himself as a high
flyer.

He struggled with his studies, though.

But it lit a fire under him, and he's
worked his socks off since.

Have you spoken to Marie, his wife?

I've got a number if you need one. Don't
worry. We're taking care of all that.

I gather you and Freddie were close.

Definitely. We text all the time. We
have dinner whenever we can.

He was best man at my wedding.

We'll make this quick. We just want to
get an idea of the timeline today.

Una Weaver. She organised it and found
this place.

The reunion was her suggestion.

We were here for an hour or so, I guess.

Picked our rooms, then went for a walk
through the woods to the Jolly Farmer

lunch.

Jessica Rawlinson.

She's a solicitor in the city.

I'm surprised she came.

She does take us up a little less
seriously than she used to. I just want

clarify, this is a witness statement,
not an interview.

Correct? That's correct.

Right.

After lunch, we walked back through the
woods. We got back about five.

Ryan, a bit earlier, he had some games
to set up.

Una had arranged cocktails on the
terrace.

Oscar Nielsen.

He worked for Ryan's foundation in
finance.

He's thought of the hero worshipped him
since we were 18.

He was expelled from uni ahead of the
final exams.

Plagiarism in his dissertation.

There was a hard knock to recover from.

After dinner, Ryan had set one of his
legendary treasure hunts. He's a

games master. He used to throw these
incredible parties when we were at

university and deck out the whole house
with these... Sorry.

I'm rambling.

Don't worry. We're nearly there.

Is there anything else we should know
about today?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Any arguments or frictions within the
group?

No.

Not that I noticed.

No.

Oh, dabbed in the back.

What a cowardly way to do it. I've yet
to hear of a noble way.

Well, hold on. Something's not right.
You cannot see a clue from here, Judith.

No way.

Jason.

How can I help you, Mrs. Ford?

Um, the label on Freddie's jacket.

What brand is it?

It's a grey heart.

Oh, my father had a grey heart jacket.

Bespoke tailoring.

That'll grow.

Expensive. Exactly.

But the stitching on the trousers is all
over the place.

Off the pegs, I reckon.

Thank you, Jason.

You know, someone like Freddie, someone
who owned clothes like that, surely

they'd know that's not how you pair an
outfit.

I stand corrected.

No fingerprints on the knife.

Helen thinks the cause of death is most
likely to be exsanguination.

The blade completely severed the
thoracic aorta, causing massive internal

bleeding. He probably died almost
instantly.

Um,

we'd best... Yeah.

I think we should pay Mr. Freddie
Thatcher Hughes a room a visit.

Hey, forensics do have to sweep that
room, so whatever you're scarpering off

do, just do it properly.

Thank you.

Can you tell me where you were when
Freddie was killed?

I was in the parlour upstairs.

It seemed like a good place to hide.

Did you see anyone else?

I saw Oscar.

He was on that top corridor.

Just before.

Maybe.

Oscar was on the top floor.

But I'm pretty sure there was someone
outside the library.

Yes, there was somebody by the library.

Couldn't tell you, but Bex wasn't there.

She might know.

I came straight downstairs, but I didn't
see anyone until I passed Jessica in

the sitting room doorway.

I just assumed everyone else was
upstairs until Bex walked past.

What do you think?

That it's convenient everyone's got an
alibi and that they're all corroborated

by each other?

You can't have been that stylish.

My grandad had a pair like this, and he
used to wear clogs.

Oh.

Sorry.

What's happened?

I've been trying to hire a builder for
weeks.

But I've been, I believe the term is,
ghosted three times.

Finally, someone who might be able to
help.

Easier to find a husband in Marlow than
it is a builder.

If he's any good, give him my number.

So you can hire him or marry him?

Time will tell.

The bathroom.

The mystery of the mismatched outfit is
solved.

I've got something.

Come and have a look at this.

No wood or coal.

No, just paper.

It looks like somebody's burned a book.

You all gave me detailed accounts of the
day, but no mention of how Freddie got

so muddy he needed to change clothes.

I'm sorry.

It just... There was a small incident on
the way back.

It was my fault. I accidentally kicked
some mud up at Freddy.

Are you kidding me? Oscar said he
offered to pay for the dry cleaning, but

Freddy, he overreacted.

Got a bit chatty. Yeah.

Wouldn't drop it.

You are infected with failure. Ready
their trousers. Every part of your

life, right? You've got no wife, got no
kids, you've got barely any friends.

Just a dull job.

No wonder the charm is going to run out
and everyone will see what you really

are. You're going to go too far.

You'll regret it.

You told me he shouted.

You didn't tell me you threatened him.

None of you did.

I just want to get through to him
without him laughing at me.

And it worked.

Freddie actually apologised for the
first time ever.

I'm certainly not his biggest fan, but I
didn't hurt him.

Right, and none of you thought to
mention this earlier. I know how it

you don't know Oscar like we do. I mean,
there's no way he could do something

like this.

Are you certain about that?

Because earlier, it didn't sound like
you were particularly close anymore.

I'm not, but I know him. I mean, we've
all known him since he was 18.

It's not enough.

Look. I've worked with Oscar for over a
decade. He couldn't have killed Freddy.

It wasn't meant to be a lie. It was just
an omission.

I really thought I'd be able to trust
your word on this one.

Anything else you're holding back, I
suggest you tell us sooner rather than

later.

Anything else from the breakfast club?
An argument this afternoon.

Turns out they're not the tight unit
they're purporting to be.

Right, well, forensics are nearly done
upstairs.

We've got the burnt pages from the
fireplace ready for the lab.

Great.

Jason and Alice, I want you both here
until uniforms come to relieve you.

And double -check the cellar for any
ways in or out.

Cuff. Cuff.

You're welcome to join the briefing
tomorrow morning, but I have rules.

I need you to keep your distance from
Beck.

At best, she's a witness. At worst, a
suspect.

Investigators, you have to, but you are
only to talk to her as you would a

suspect. She is not to help you with the
case at all.

Understood?

Entirely. We'll see you in the morning.

Bright and early.

Coffee's on us.

A couple of muffins wouldn't go amiss
either.

Blueberry, please.

Well, no one got in or out this way.

Why does it feel like this wasn't the
first person to die in this house?

I mean, statistically, dozens have
probably died in a house this age. Look,

you think about it, someone has died in
most houses. Your flat is Victorian,

over a century old. This isn't helping.
I thought you weren't scared.

I'm not.

What happened? Are you all right?

I thought I heard footsteps. It sounded
like they were coming from above.

It's the attic.

I opened it by accident earlier and now
it's locked.

What's happening?

Is everything all right?

It's OK.

You both go back to bed. We'll look into
this.

Did you hear the footsteps above?

That was fast asleep.

You've been through a lot tonight, Mrs
Weaver.

It's an old house with warping doors and
faulty locks. It must happen all the

time.

OK?

Officers checked the whole house.

I'm sure.

It's nothing to worry about.

Okay. Thank you.

Oh.

First rule of a horror movie.

Never go upstairs.

Oh, damn.

Let's just assume it's mice.

Huh? Yeah.

Yeah, I'm going down now. See you in a
bit.

Wait.

Wait.

Good morning.

We've thought about what you said, and
obviously we have a vested interest in

this case.

But it just means we're more determined
to solve it in the right way.

Good. So, what do we have?

Well, we've informed Marie Thatcher
Hughes of her husband's death.

The witnesses placed her in Bath.

According to reports, it sounds like
your standard marriage.

Standard marriage? I never took you for
such a romantic, Brendan.

We managed to track down the owner of
the house, Hector Bly, currently on a

whiskey tour of the Highlands.

All right for some.

Then after the trouser argument, we
looked into Oscar Nilsson, but there's

even a parking ticket in his name, so it
seems an unlikely culprit.

Is there any information about further
comings and goings from the house?

We checked the motion of the census
security lights on the front and back

The census were last triggered at 5
.07pm, which matches the time the group

they returned to the house.

So no one went in or out after that
time. How's our layout looking?

Oh, well, we've got Freddie Thatcher
Hughes' body in the library, and

then Ryan Hill on the first floor, and
then Oscar outside his

bedroom on the second floor. Oh, and
then downstairs in the entrance hall,

you've got Jessica Rawlinson and Rebecca
Starling.

Yeah, well, don't forget Una. Yeah, Una
Weaver in the parlour.

And then there's the mystery figure
outside the library.

Supposedly seen by two people.

Did anything interesting crop up after
we left last night?

Well, probably nothing, but Mrs Weaver
thought she heard footsteps in the

We went to check it out, but there was
nothing up there.

You should hear the racket my pipes
make.

And that's not a euphemism.

Houses make strange noises.

It's a thing.

Doesn't mean they're haunted.

He's right.

When you're scared, you hear what you
want to hear.

There was no one else in the house.

All the evidence suggests it's one of
the houseguests.

But why risk killing Freddie with so few
suspects?

Surely the murderer would know that the
investigation would focus on that small

group. We saw how Freddie was killed.

That wasn't premeditated.

It was opportunistic.

Someone's story isn't adding up.

Morning. We were just talking about when
Freddie decided academia was boring and

he wanted to be a TV presenter instead.

Such a weird couple of months.

Thank God he reconsidered.

He really thought those frosted tits
made him look edgy. Yeah, until he went

swimming and the chlorine turned him
bright green.

I hate this.

The police pulled my room apart last
night.

They're just being thorough.

What do you think happened?

Someone just broke in and did that?

Jesus, if it's wrong time, wrong place,
that's hideous.

Well, I'd rather that than the
alternative.

How long do you think they'll keep us
here?

Maybe you should check in with a
colleague.

Someone who specialises in this sort of
thing. Check everything they're asking

of us is above board.

Oh, yes.

I'll just reveal to the people I've been
working with the last decade that I'm

involved in a murder case.

I mean, that'll keep the water cooler
busy.

I know these officers.

Clearly. I'm not getting any special
treatment, if that's what you're

suggesting. Well, you folded about Oscar
and Freddie's argument pretty quickly.

I bet you've told them who you think is
capable of murder.

I really cannot comprehend that anyone
in this room could hurt Freddie.

But if anyone can get to the bottom of
it, that team can.

We need to do everything we can to help
them.

Unless you've got something to hide.

Of course not. No.

Well, I'm suspect number one if I refuse
to play along now, aren't I?

We don't have to put it up.

No, we've got to do this properly.

My builder. Excuse me.

Hello? Yes.

Oh, what time?

Oh, I see. Well, hopefully I will be.

Thank you.

Apparently, he's going to do his best to
pop by later, but he can't guarantee a

time, or that he'll even turn up. Well,
there'll be no marrying him now, if

that's his attitude.

Judith, look at this.

There's words visible.

The am.

It is.

Until... Dim meat?

Anything else?

Oh, wait a minute.

Harker.

It must have been Dracula that they
burned in the fireplace.

That's very impressive.

Keanu Reeves films from the 90s.

Basically... My specialist subject. You
are a woman of many talents, Susie

Harris. I think it might be time for us
to find out why Freddie had such a

strong dislike for gothic fiction.

I've got the report back on Freddie's
phone. A few snippy messages to

colleagues, but nothing warranting
murder.

The one thing that did ring alarm bells,
ten days before the reunion, Freddie

received 12 missed calls, all from the
same number. We traced it.

Una Weaver's phone. Right, let's get
over there now.

Alice, Jason, keep looking into socials
for the suspects.

Go.

I haven't seen these

before. Becks.

Becks. Their presents.

The police put more there once they'd
finished searching.

Advanced copies signed for each of us.

Climbing to the top of the hill.

By Ryan Hill.

He means well.

There's one missing.

Freddie's copy isn't here.

I'm assuming he got the same book.

Yes, farewell.

I'll be to Nika.

This may seem odd, but does Dracula mean
anything to you? He did his PhD in

Gothic literature. Maybe that's a
connection.

I am not helping them at

all. I'm just doing the dishes.

Well, I know it doesn't sound it after
what he said to Oscar, but Freddie lit

a room.

If there was ever anything wrong, he was
the first to whisk you off for drinks

and dancing or some sort of adventure.

Being his friend was so... sometimes.

Had you seen him much since you left
uni?

Not as much as I'd like.

We went for lunch about five years ago
when he was in Coventry for work.

Other than that, basically Christmas and
birthday messages each year.

If that's the case, why did you
repeatedly call him on the 16th? Hmm, 12

calls, all from your number.

Oh, I didn't, um... I didn't realise it
was 12.

He hadn't replied about whether he was
coming, so I thought I'd call just to

talk to him, but, uh...

Kept going to voicemail.

So you bombarded him?

Why?

If he wasn't here, it wouldn't have been
perfect. Why did it have to be perfect?

I just remembered how much fun we had
and how I missed everyone, so I decided

throw the reunion.

I know it doesn't look good, but I just
wanted Freddie here.

Twelve calls would certainly suggest
that.

Is there anything else you want to tell
us? No.

Actually, um... What is it? You found a
burnt book?

Mm.

Freddie came looking for matches before
we went to lunch.

I didn't even think to ask him why he
needed them. I thought he'd started

smoking again.

But I should have asked him.

Shouldn't I?

Things like that never seem significant
until afterwards.

But thank you.

That's all you know?

Yeah, that's everything.

Well, that wasn't entirely convincing,
was it?

What's that?

So Freddie's copy of Ryan's book will be
in here somewhere.

I assume so.

Oh, Judith, you might want to see this.

Times like this, I wish I could lip
read.

Yeah, Una just pulled me aside, said
Jessica was lying. She said earlier

that she hadn't seen Freddie in years.

Yep.

But Una saw a photo of both of them at
an alumni event a few months

ago.

Got it.

What's she up to?

Oh, yes, Meg.

Colin's sending us a transcript.

It sounds like there might be some
incriminating photos of Jessica for us

track down. Oh, well done, Bec.

And still managing to obey Tanika to the
letter.

If Jessica's been lying to the police
about her relationship with Freddie,

changes everything.

Right. You keep looking for the book.
I'm going to find these photos.

So... Dating.

Hmm. That's a new decision.

It's just a bit of fun.

I mean, if I was taking it that
seriously, I would not be booked into

dating at the Churchill Tap this
evening.

Sounds like my idea of hell.

Well, if nothing else, you always get a
good story.

Oh, yes.

Easy. I got it.

Oh.

Jessica, may we have a word?

I've already spoken to the police.

If the DI wants to talk again, I'll call
the lawyer and we can do this properly.

Very well.

It seems you lied to the police.

And as a legal professional with a
reputation to uphold, we thought you

want to handle it discreetly. But we can
always catch D .I. Mallick before she

leaves. Okay, wait.

What are you talking about?

I honestly don't know.

You said you hadn't seen Freddie for
years. But we have photographs that

otherwise. This is you.

Nice dress.

At the future leaders event.

And... Oh.

That's Freddie, isn't it?

I didn't know he was there.

There are hundreds of people.

Any of those photos show us together?

That's not evidence.

And our names aren't on those pictures,
which means the only reason you found

them is because somebody told you about
them.

You trying to throw me under the bus to
shift the blame?

That's not what we... Why did you lie
about it? The same reason I backed up

Oscar. It doesn't look good, does it?

Nice to know no one will do the same for
me. Someone died.

No one should be backing anyone up.

We're not accusing you of anything.

No. Well, it doesn't feel that way.

You weren't there, OK?

It was creepy.

I could walk around that place all
night.

Pitch black. It wouldn't bother me at
all.

I guess I'm just good at keeping my
cool.

It's unprofessional.

It's a place of work.

So, I've spoken to Judith.

Jessica lied about when she last saw
Freddie and Una knew about it and hid it

from us. They're our priority.

Let's push, see if they're holding
anything else back.

We have a bigger problem.

Found this picture on social media.

Now, Bex said she barely knew him.

You didn't tell us about Freddie's
argument with Oscar and now I learn

something else you're hiding.

I told you everything I know.

All the truth. This all looks a bit cosy
for someone who said she barely knew

him.

Oh, that.

When I came back from Italy, I met
Freddy and he asked me out.

But it was nothing, really.

We went on two dates.

That was more than enough for me to know
that I didn't want a third.

All I learnt was that he's rude to
waiters and he loves a Vespa Martini.

It was such a long time ago. You should
have said.

I had no intention of withholding
anything.

And there's nothing else, I promise. I
just... didn't think.

Look, I know it's been a stressful day.

And I think it's clear that you didn't
have anything to do with Freddie's

But that's not going to stop me getting
banned from hiring civilian advisors.

Bex, I really thought I could rely on
you.

You can.

Of course you can.

Alice?

Check this.

Freddie's credit card statement.

He paid for a hotel room the evening of
the alumni event.

Well, maybe it was just a heavy night.

According to his file, he lives on
campus with his family.

Why would he need a hotel room?

Unless he was hiding something.

Exactly. I called the hotel, and they
don't have any CCTV that'll help, but

said the room was booked for two people.

Freddie took the receipt, but a second
person requested a copy for it later

week by email.

The mystery guest?

Could be.

They're going to check in with the
council, let me know.

Nice.

It's mainly just some loose panelling in
here.

This is the main bit I want to fix.

Yeah. Just here, you see? No, it isn't
good.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, it isn't good. Excuse me?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, just what I expected.

Damp.

This house has been in my family for
over a century.

We've never had damp. Oh, hidden killer,
Mrs Potts.

Expensive to fix, but essential.

I'm telling you, there is no damp.

Ah, see, now, that sounds hollow. It
sounds hollow because it is hollow.

It's a cupboard.

We didn't consider that.

I'm sorry, you have to excuse me.

There are places I need to be. Well, I
haven't finished measuring up yet. I

could just do with that. Time for that
another day. Are you sure? Thank you.

right.

Right, bed rules apply, ladies sit
tight, men rotate on the... Oh.

Walking dogs.

Top job.

I'm more of a cat person.

To travelling.

Oh.

Sir, flat though, £2 ,400.

Definitely better. Yeah, 2011, at its
moment, 2017, didn't think we'd even get

tickets.

Avocado! Oh, no, I'm sorry.

Hello there.

Well, well, well.

I wasn't expecting this.

I just came with what was dragged by a
mate.

Basically forced.

Oh. There's a wingman.

It's just a supportive friend.

Which friend?

He's just getting a drink. It's just
over there. Where did he go?

He's, um... Oh, right, yeah, yeah. Over
there. Yeah.

Is this your first time?

Gets easier.

Oh, um, that's the work phone.

Is it rude if I got that?

Well, given we've got a murder to solve.

Jessica. What?

Freddie stayed at a hotel the night of
the alumni event.

Jason's just had confirmation that
Jessica requested a copy of the hotel

receipt. Oh, they were having an affair.
Looks that way.

Listen, I'd better get going.

You coming?

At the bloody lootly. Come on, Luna.
Come on, girl. Come on, girl.

Now, that's what I call bee -dazing.

All right, everybody, here we go again.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Three. Four.

Five. Six.

Seven.

What are you doing

here? I have a theory. Well, currently
half a theory. I can't help you.

If my involvement affected the
conviction of Freddie's killer, I'd

myself. To convict his killer, we have
to catch them first.

And for that, I need your help.

So what exactly are we looking for?
Anything that might be something.

There are more windows on the outside of
the house than on the inside.

You think part of the house is hidden?

Yes. And somewhere there must be a way
in.

You say that as though it's the most
natural thing in the world.

Well, we used to hide priests.

And the Sir Francis Drake Hotel in San
Francisco had an entire prohibition

that was hidden in the plans.

Bex?

No one thinks you're lying.

We trust you.

It doesn't feel like that.

Anika thinks I've been deliberately
holding back information, but it wasn't

that.

And the group think I'm talking to the
police about them.

You've lost one friend, and it's
possible another friend killed him.

You're in an awful position. You don't
have to explain yourself.

I do.

Trying to prove you're innocent is much
harder than you'd think.

The more you protest, the more you look
guilty.

Hey.

There's scratches on the floorboards.

Look.

This doesn't look like an escape tunnel.

Still warm.

We're not alone.