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If you'd be so good
as to follow me,

ladies and gentlemen.

So the game begins, huh?

Thanks a lot.

You're all here, marvellous.

Luncheon is served

with a side dish of...

...murder!

Now, first of all,
meet your detective,

actor and national treasure
Anthony Hart,

or, as you know him,

Elliot Flame
from television's "Phoenix."

Um, Aunt Hel,

I thought I was supposed to play
the victim?

You were.

Dad?

Thunder rumbling ]

One fatal stab to the heart.

DS Mallowan.

Ah, nice of you to join us.

We were expecting you
half an hour ago.

I know, I know,
car trouble.

But don't worry, sir,
I'm on it.

I just gotta order a new part,
well, a really old part.

A detective needs a car
that works not a mobile skip.

Absolutely, sir, great point,

couldn't agree more.

Now, half the guests were
on a garden tour all morning

so we've ruled
them out and sent them home.

But we need statements
from the others

and the Chief Super
wants this wrapped up

as quickly as possible to keep
the eyes of the press off us.

It'll be like a circus here
tomorrow.

You're saying I've
only got 24 hours?

What? No.

Aww. Can you?

Makes it feel proper dramatic.

Look, wrap this up quickly,

and keep the force
from press scrutiny,

and that promotion's
as good as yours.

Great, where's Chaudhry?

Farming dispute.

Gibsons and the Lewis'
out near Cefnisel.

It's all kicked off there.
I've got to go too.

Two officers
for warring farmers?

No. Kayleigh's been suspended
from school

for spreading malicious rumours

about a teacher
which I happen to know

are perfectly true
but that's besides the point.

Well, don't worry, sir.
I've got it down here.

Right, thanks.
Keep me posted.

Oh, also, you two were
teenage girls once,

say hypothetically your father
locked you in a police cell

to teach you
about responsibility.

do you think that would be
a good life lesson or...?

- No.
- No.

Okay.

Right, cause of death, stab
wound directly to the heart.

Angle of entry
suggests the killer

was standing in front of him,
no defence wounds.

Interesting detail
about the weapon, though.

It's not a knife,
it's a letter opener.

Other strange detail.
He's wearing makeup.

Foundation over his left eye.

Someone punched him.

Fairly recently
from the look of it.

- Anthony Hart.
-Mm.

Legend.

Sounds wrong to say but I
thought he was already dead.

Me too!

Can I go home?

This is a murder
investigation.

Nobody is going to leave
this house

until I've taken a statement.

Look at the police notebook, honey.

The attention to detail.

I'm not sure I buy those shoes
on a cop though.

Okay, er, sorry,
what are both your names?

Huh? Oh.

Well, uh,
I'm Tannis Fairweather,

owner of a South African
diamond mine.

Patty and Bill Marcus.

I keep trying to explain to him

that this isn't part
of the game.

It's not. It's absolutely not.
Someone died.

Sure "officer."

Okay, erm,
can everyone apart

from the family of the deceased
please wait outside?

- Right.
- Gladly.

I need a drink.

Who would want to kill dad?

It's horrible.

So you both
live here with Anthony?

Uh, no, ugh.
No, I live in Ibiza.

I am only here
because dad came home.

My brother came back last month.

He'd signed up to do
these events for a year.

This is the Hart family home.

Oh good, that'll be him.

I asked a friend to come round.

I need someone to be with me.

This is a murder scene,

you can't be inviting
random people along.

He's not a random person.
He's a very dear old friend.

Oh, right!
Why didn't you say so?

Oh, Johnny, my hero.

Fighting through the rain
to comfort me.

Helena, it's just so awful.

Anthony, murdered?

Unthinkable, isn't it?

I've got a house full
of strangers

and I just needed someone
familiar.

Oh.

Um, well, I, uh,
I know what you're going through

and the last thing
you want to be doing is cooking

so I picked some food up.

Oh, Johnny.

This is why I needed you.

You understand me.

I think you may be one
of the few people

I've never understood.

Erm, can I have a word with
Johnny is it?

Mm.

This is your new case, is it?

Yes
and it's very time sensitive.

If I wanted your help,
I would have called.

Oh, yeah, dial-a-lackie
of course, yeah.

It's been quite a bit of time
since you pestered me,

I thought perhaps
you'd passed me over

now that you're up and running.

Hey! If you're going to touch
evidence, glove up.

Oh, these horrible things, gah!

Make me look like
an ageing smurf.

- Eww, ugh!
- Okay.

Interesting murder weapon,
though, isn't it, eh?

A table covered in steak knives,
yet, they use a letter opener?

It tells us that the weapon
is significant,

pregnant with meaning
to our malefactor.

Or they just grabbed it
from the house.

Helena's not the type
to own a letter opener.

Precision's not in her armoury,

she'd tear her envelopes open,

a very passionate woman.

Is she now, John Chapel?

Is that why you're here?

To get a leg over?

No, I am not here
to "get my leg over"

you appalling vulgarian.

Helena is a dear friend.
We actually met through Anthony.

Some of my happiest memories
are in this house.

So you were mates?

Very good mates, for a while.
Then, sadly, bitter rivals.

"Phoenix" on ITV,
"Caesar" on the BBC.

- It got quite feisty.
-Hm.

Well, he won in the end.

What?! You think Anthony Hart
was more successful than me

because he chose
to defect to America?

Why didn't you ever
go to America?

Oh I was asked.

Begged even but I could never
make the dates work.

Anyway, can you picture me
sitting round a pool

all day in my Speedos?

Oh, I've had enough
traumatic images

in my head today
with the dead body.

Do you mind?

There was a time
when I happened to look

rather striking in a Speedo.

Couldn't get away with it now,
though, too much danglage.

Alright, okay.

I'm going to go and ask Helena

what she knows
about the murder weapon.

And I'll see what I can find out
from the other guests.

But don't be too long
with Helena.

She really must
be suffering terribly.

Interesting Chapel.

Hm.

Very interesting.

Hm.

Never seen it before in my life.

I'm fairly certain it isn't
from the house,

though I have just had
four rather strong whiskies.

Right. Very interesting.

Actually not that interesting,
dunno why I said that.

So you and John Chapel.
What's the story there?

Oh, brilliant, sensitive John.

Would wake a girl up with a poem
and a buttered teacake.

You used to "wake up"
with John Chapel?

Yes, is this relevant?

Very. It's essen-- essential
background.

Oh, right.

Johnny used to stay here
a lot back in the '80s and,

well, we had a bit of a fling.

Nothing serious.

He was a wonderful love maker.

O, God. God, no...

And, then fate intervened.
I went on holiday to Marrakech.

While I was away,
he met the lovely Elin.

They were soul mates
from the off.

I came back with a deep tan,

a gorgeous rug,
and a broken heart.

- Aww.
-Mm.

At least you got a rug.

Mm.

And you've stayed in touch
all this time?

No. He went off grid
when Elin died.

Poor thing.
Wouldn't even pick up the phone.

It's only recently
he's got back in touch.

Why?

There's a young lady
in his life.

Nothing like that.
An acquaintance.

But, erm, whatever she's done,

he's really back
to his old self.

Seems to be alive again.

Mm.

Did I mention...

he was a wonderful love maker?

Okay, I think we're done. Yep.

Oh, Marvellous.
Well, um...

I think I might
go for a bit of a lie down.

Do wake me up
if you find the killer.

There you go,
you did say tea, yeah?

Actually I asked for
a extra hot latte macchi--

Oh, that might be a challenge.

Izzy's a nice girl
but she's slightly useless

for a silver service waitress.

So was so spooked earlier,
she bolted upstairs

to the bathroom
when she saw the body.

Now that's interesting.

Excuse me.

Oh, yes.
Oh, no, just walk away.

I was definitely
done talking, so.

Don't mind me.

Quite the tricky "murder"

we've got going on here, eh?

This is a murder.

A man is dead.

I've tried, Mr. Chapel.

I'm Patty Marcus.

This is Bill.

Charmed.

Sorry love,
I think that's got sugar in.

It's the Margaritas
all over again.

The Margaritas?

Anthony asked me
to make him a Margarita earlier.

He took one sip, said it
was disgusting, and he lost it.

When was this?

At the welcome drinks
when we all arrived.

Then he cleared off.

Locked himself in his room
all day,

even though we'd paid
good money to meet him.

-Yeah.
- Erm, Dennis Williams.

I can make cocktails.

I worked the bar
in Cardiff Infernos.

I made the best Skittle Bombs
out of anyone.

Oh, I don't doubt it,
Cardiff Infernos,

I wouldn't dare cast aspersions
on your mixology skills.

Aww!
Thanks love.

Look, I know probably
now is a bad time

but I just gotta say
I am such a huge fan.

I've even watched
your masterclass DVD.

Really?
Well, that's amazing.

Yeah, we found it
in grandad's underwear drawer

when we were clearing
his house out.

Belting seeing how hard
you work, fair play.

Oh, well, you know, acting,

proper acting,
can be incredibly taxing.

And nurses think
they've got it tough.

Sorry, just pulling your leg.

Marvellous sense of humour.

It's alright, I'm not immune
to a bit of ribbing.

You seem like a sharp tack,
Dennis.

What's your take on all this?

I think it's the curse
of "Phoenix."

The curse of "Phoenix"?

You have to tell me
all about this.

Well, there was a girl worked
on the show who died years ago.

And two actors suffered
heart attacks while filming.

And now this.

There's no such thing
as bloody curses.

Anthony wasn't killed by a myth
or a legend.

It was someone in this house.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I need the loo.

Prostate the size
of a cantaloupe.

Can I borrow Mr. Chapel.

Please, excuse me.

Yeah, alright.

How can I help detective?

So, what do you make
of our guests?

Interesting little bunch, yeah.

Well, Dennis, something
not quite right there, no, no.

But what is it Chapel,
what is it?

Performance, artifice,
it's not his thing at all,

yet he's here
at a murder mystery event?

No, that dog won't hunt, no.

- Plus he mocked me.
- Ah right, yeah.

He bruised your ego
so he must be our killer?

Anything actually useful?

Anthony spent all afternoon
in his room.

- Have you searched it yet?
- Not yet, but I was going to.

- Oh, yeah?
- Do you want to come?

Well, I really ought to go
and see Helena.

She's having a lie down.

But you can wake her
up in a bit

with a poem
and a buttered teacake.

What?

Mmm, come on.

Oh, well.

Somebody hand delivered
a letter to Anthony.

And, it's missing.

Dean!

Yes, thank you.

Yeah,
I need to bring my car in again.

The usual,
and there's a burnt hair smell.

Oh, and it keeps
making this noise.

Er, well, sort of like, erm...

Thank you. Thanks, thanks. Bye.

It's very interesting.

Car sentimentality,
usually get it with men.

Or parents,
but I don't get it with you.

There's nothing to get,
I like my car.

I like VHS tapes
but I don't watch them any more.

It's not as simple as that.

My car... it was Sian's.

She left it to me
so it means a bit more

than a flipping VHS tape.

It was funny,
we used to pretend to be you.

Driving around,
looking for crime.

She was a weirdo too, I see?
No wonder you were close.

Oi! We weren't weird,
we were cool.

And I don't want to watch
all of that

just get crushed up in
to a little metal cube

so just leave my car alone?

Oh, yeah.

Very odd mix of magazines.

Anthony didn't seem
the celeb junk mag type to me.

There's nothing here.

Do you think
this looks like someone

who was planning on staying
for good?

Well, it's hard to say.

Us actors aren't all
about possessions.

Our accumulated baggage
is on the inside.

I don't think he was staying.

Helena said he signed up
to do these events for a year.

If he was going to do a runner,

that would give her
a pretty big motive.

Helena? Fratricide?
It's preposterous.

Why don't you go and, erm,

rouse her from her slumber,
see what you can find out?

I am here to comfort Helena
not interrogate her.

Anyway, we should be
talking to the son, Owen.

He just came back to see
his father who is then murdered?

Seems very coincidental.

Okay, deal.

I'll go talk to him.

You go charm the lady
of the manor.

Erm...

I, uh,
I haven't read this weeks,

and, um, well, I need to flush
out a little suspect of my own.

So...

Ibiza?

Sounds nice.

Lots of parties?

That's what my life
used to be like

but not now.

- I run a wellness retreat.
- Why Ibiza?

Couldn't you run
a wellness retreat here?

Ugh.

Nobody gets well in Powys.

For a start
you need vitamin D and sunshine.

Do you have to do that now?

Yoga's great
for processing grief.

Oh!

So you grew up here?

Oh, do you know sometimes

I wish I just had
a more wholesome,

humble upbringing
like you probably had.

Excuse me?
We had Sky.

And we went to Crete.

Did anything out
of the ordinary happen

running up to the event?

No, I don't think so.

Although...

Well, a few days ago,
Dad was acting strange.

How?

Kept trying to get rid
of everyone.

Sent Aunt Hel off to town
to get supplies

and told me to make
myself scarce for the afternoon.

But I came back early
and he wasn't alone.

He was with a woman.

Ohh! 'Kaaay.

Can you describe this woman?

Yeah, um,
she was young, dark hair.

A bit like you I suppose.

But elegant and stylish.

Wait. I'm stylish.

Have you seen my
little crop jackie?

My little croppy jackie.

You, up on the roof,
bellowing poetry in a hurricane.

We all thought you were mad.

No, I think the technical term
was steaming, I think it was.

Latvian vodka
if I remember correctly,

which I probably don't.

Oh, Johnny.

I feel awful laughing
in all this.

Are you okay, Helena?

Really?

I have to be.
There is much to be done.

And this place doesn't
look after itself.

Is it not a bit much for you
on your own?

Sometimes.

It would be nice to have
someone else around to help.

Owen comes now and then, usually
when he's run out of money.

Perceptive of him to come to you
for money

rather than Anthony.

Well they'd had their troubles.

And he did rather run
off the rails in his youth.

I say that's what
being young's for

but, uh, Anthony
was very hard on him.

Even yesterday they had a row.

- What about?
- No idea.

Now that's very odd.

This door's always locked.

That's the third door
that's like it,

there are two more upstairs
that have been unlocked.

Very strange.

Thank you for being here.

Makes everything
that much more bearable.

I just want everyone
out of this house.

I think the police
will be done soon

and everyone will be
out of your hair.

Yeah.

That's not happening.

The road's flooded.

I'm sorry but you will all
have to stay here overnight.

Oh!

Little predictable
but I like it.

Izzy, where have you been?

I was just taking the bins out.

In this weather?

Is everyone here insane!?

I suggest everybody locks
themselves in their rooms

until the morning when hopefully
the road will be clear.

I'm certain of two things,
Atkins.

One, there is a killer
in our midst.

And two, they shall
presently lament

trying to commit a murder under
the nose of Charles Caesar.

We've had a statement in
from the neighbours, sir.

Do you have to watch that now?

It helps me think.

It's distracting.

It transports me back
to my character.

It's conflicting my psyche--

- Oh, this is a good bit.
- Mm.

Oh.

Chaudhry!

Sorry, I was meant
to call you earlier

but I've been with the Lewis'
all day.

I've got to get team in
from Welsh Water

to clear out the drains tomorrow
before Dave Lewis, and I quote,

"puts Tom Gibson
through the wall."

Aww, that sounds really boring.

Chaudhry.:
Are you joking?

They're gonna let
me hold the big hose.

I can't wait.

Anyway, I've been looking into
Anthony Hart.

You're gonna want to hear this.

He was booked on a flight
back to LA next week.

So he wasn't sticking around?

No, but also,

he filed for bankruptcy
in the US.

He was skint.

Okay, bye!

Well the bankruptcy explains why
Anthony was doing those events.

He needed the money.

That's a very unimaginative
conclusion.

Oh, for-- Okay,
why do you imagine I'm wrong?

Because if Anthony needed money

his agent
could have got him an advert.

It would have been easier
and ultimately less humiliating.

But bankruptcy?
We're talking a lot of money.

I bought a boat once
from just doing an advert

for Japanese vacuum cleaners.

Mind you
it wasn't just for the money.

I actually believed in
Saku Saku ne Clean.

O-kay.
Well, while I Youtube that,

why don't we call it a night?

You could, um,

go for a nightcap
with Helena.

No, I don't think so.

Why?
She clearly fancies you.

Don't you like her?

Of course I do.

What's stopping you?

You're single.

I haven't been a single man
since 1986.

I have a wife.

You can't keep living
in the past.

Oh, that's rich coming from
someone driving around in hers.

Now just leave it, okay?

Okay. Fine.

Johnny?

Argh!

Helena, I'm so sorry, oh.

- Oh, don't know which is--
-Oh, this-- this is me.

Oh, yeah, right.
This is mine.

Sorry about that.

Ooh, I see you've found
your old dressing gown.

- Yeah.
- It still fits.

Yeah, it does, yeah.

Brought back some memories.

Fond memories I hope.

Oh, yeah.

Well, um...

I-- I don't think I'm going
to get back to sleep right now.

Maybe a nightcap might be
a good idea?

Maybe.

Yes.

You do that, then, and uh,

I'd better not join you, no.

I'll only end up on the roof

shouting poetry again, yeah.

Bit dangerous in this weather,
I'd be like a lightning rod.

Pfft.

Have to get my head down,
eight hours and all that,

advisable for our age group
I believe,

I heard it on a podcast.

I won't, yes,
I won't keep you, night-night.

Sleep tight. Well, I'll--

Have a nighty night.

I've slept on it
and I think I know

who the mystery woman
that Owen saw is.

What if, right, she is the lover
Anthony came back for

but she had a jealous husband,

and the husband joined
the murder mystery event

to kill his love rival.

Dennis.

What Dennis had
a glamorous younger wife?

- Mm.
- What do they talk about?

His enlarged prostate?

No, no, no, no.

Well, I don't see you
coming up with any better ideas.

While you were sleeping,
my subconscious,

my antennae were busy deducing.

It's obvious who this woman is.

Getting everyone out of the
house, the unlocked doors?

It must have been
an estate agent.

Anthony was going to sell
the house?

Well, it's the only logical
reason for him to come back.

He needed money fast,
it was his only asset.

An estate agent
would want to see every room,

hence the unlocked doors.

Mm. I'll get Chaudhry
to look into it.

Okay, if Dennis didn't do it...

how about Owen?

He could be our killer.

- Why?
- Because he's annoying?

And I don't trust him.

All his yoga and his yoga gear
and his yoga pants--

Like you have more of an issue
with yoga than Owen.

Well, it's just stretching
and everybody that does it

thinks they're Gwyneth Paltrow
and I'm sick of it!

Plus he smells of biscuits.

- Mm.
- He's guilty.

If we just knew
why he and Anthony argued,

we could prove it.

Well, you're not going to find
the answer in there.

Actually...

Can't this wait?

I'm kind of busy here
because our useless maid

for the weekend just leaves
cocktail stuff lying around?

It won't take long.

Ooh, tequila.

I love a tequila slammer.

Yeah, you seem like
the sort of person who would.

Right, we need to talk now.

About this.

"Love Island
Star's Hideaway Regret"?

- Oh, uh...
- Well, now, uh...

Just, yeah...

"London Party Animals."

That would be you rolling out
of a cab in the Soho?

That's why you and Anthony
argued.

There is no wellness retreat.

You've been living in London,

partying on daddy's money.

He found out
and summoned you home.

You had to make it look
like you were living in Ibiza.

Hence the fake tan.

Looks the part
but as anyone whose mam

loves a fake tan
as much as mine knows,

it smells like biscuits.

The nose doesn't lie.

Fine. Yeah.

Dad called me and told me
to "Come home at once!"

And, well, you know,
you don't ignore the big chief.

And Anthony showed you
the magazine?

Mm.
He said it was the final straw.

No more money.

- Pretty big motive for murder.
- Mm.

Okay, now wait a minute.

Okay, he was always threatening
to cut me off all the time.

Plus, I could just borrow from
Aunt Hel.

Or bump him off
and inherit everything?

No. I-I-I wouldn't.
I-I couldn't do it.

You know,
most of the zen stuff's an act

but deep down I'm
actually a really peaceful guy.

Hugs not drugs.
Though I do really love drugs.

Look if anyone wanted to hurt
dad it was that old guy.

He threatened him.

You threatened to punch Anthony.

Was it you that gave him
the black eye?

No.

We had words, that's all.

I was standing up for the girl.
The maid.

Izzy? Yeah.

He had a pop at her about
his Margarita being too sweet

so I told him to pick on someone
his own size.

Oh.

Chaudhry. Yeah.
I've got to take this, sorry.

Chaudhry? What did you get?

Hopefully we can all go
home soon.

Not soon enough as far
as I'm concerned.

See, this is what I can't
understand about you, Dennis.

Everyone else,
I get why they're here.

They enjoy all this,
the artifice.

So do I.

"Nurses think they've got
it tough"?

Oh, no, you've no time
for dressing up, make believe.

You're a practical man.

So why have you spent
a small fortune to be here?

You're right.

I'm not like the others.

Oddballs.

I think a lot of
TV crime stuff's just nonsense.

Agreed.

It's actually what made
"Caesar" so remarkable.

But this isn't about "Caesar,"
sorry, carry on.

I am a sucker for "Phoenix."

Really?
I found it to be formulaic.

But it's all about
the taste of course.

But, please, carry on.

My daughter was a huge fan.

We'd watch it together
every week without fail.

What happened to your daughter,
Dennis?

She moved to Canada years ago.

I don't see her anymore.

It's only Canada.

Flights are cheaper
than coming here.

It's not that simple.

We fell out.

Things can't go back to
how they were.

No. They never can.

That's why I came here really.

Daft old sod.

I saw it advertised and thought

it might feel like me and her
were still together somehow.

I didn't want to admit it,

because, well,
it makes me sound bonkers.

You're not bonkers, Dennis.

Well maybe you are but, er...

...we're all a bit bonkers,
aren't we?

Ah, yes.

Okay, I will need you to come in

and make an official statement.

Yes, Bye, love you.

Oh, dunno why I said that.
Argh, hang up.

That was our estate agent.

My estate agent.

You thought it was Dennis'
younger wife, remember?

Potato tomato.

She did meet with Anthony
to put the house on the market.

She called back to confirm
some details a few days ago

but said the call was answered
by Anthony's sister.

- No.
- Yes.

Helena said they
were still considering it

and hadn't confirmed 100%
whether they'd be selling.

No, no, no, Helena would
never sell the house.

Which puts Helena in the frame.

There was a phone call
from some woman

but I was rushed off my feet.

I just said what I thought
would get her off the line.

Oh, oh! Ow!

I must have, uh, I must have got
a shock from the light switch.

You didn't confront Anthony?

I didn't think it was serious.

Weird.

Didn't hurt me,

but then I didn't heart
my hand attacking Anthony!

God, I am good.
Admit it.

Maybe not the time
but very good, yes.

Is it true Helena?

The selfishness.

typical Anthony.

He was trying to sell my home.

You couldn't let that happen,
so you didn't.

- You stopped him.
-No, no, no.

We argued, I was furious,
and I hit him, but that was all.

I needed him to make
these events a success.

I'd spent months putting
everything in place.

Not strictly true.
Not everything.

Think Chapel, yes.

The name cards
were in the wrong place.

But I triple checked
all the place settings

myself yesterday morning.

It was definitely
in the wrong place. See?

Well, that's even stranger.

The name's wrong.
There was no Lorna Maddison.

Patty was supposed
to be a different name.

Mary Murphy O'Toole.

I came up with all
the names myself

and I was particularly pleased
with that one.

Very Irish.

It's been tampered with.

So who is Lorna Maddison?

Lorna Maddison,
worked as a production assistant

on the TV show "Phoenix."

- Where is she now?
-Dead.

Died in a car crash in 2007
whilst working on the show.

According to the inquest,
she fell asleep at the wheel.

She was driving
from set to London

after a 15-hour working day

to go pick up Anthony Hart's
mail from his house.

All that to pick up some mail?
What an arse.

Left behind a husband
and a 6-month-old daughter.

- Aww.
- Also, we've had an update

from Baxter on the toxicology.

Said she's rushed
the results through

so you owe her a Pizza Express.

Every time.
What else did she say?

Well, the cause of death
is still a letter opener,

but Anthony had traces of
ethylene glycol in his system.

Somebody had tried
to poison him.

How much did everyone
hate this guy?!

Ethylene glycol?

Found in brake fluid.

Not enough to kill him.

Apparently,
it's quite easy to hide.

It tastes quite sweet.

Thanks Chaudhry.

Well, that explains
why Anthony thought

there was too much sugar syrup
in his Margarita

Hm.

And it does rather...

implicate Izzy in his death.

But why would she do it?

I don't know.

The only motives I can see
come from the family

and Izzy is not family.

She might be.

Yeah, of course.

The name card,

the letter opener,
Lorna Maddison.

It all comes back to her.

Somebody wanted revenge
for what happened.

- Who?
-Lorna's daughter.

The 6-month-old baby girl.

- She'd be about 18 now.
- It's possible.

She clearly lied
to get the job working here.

Silver service waitresses
don't tend to come straight

from Cardiff Inferno's.

But why go to all this bother?

Why not just bump him
off in the street?

She didn't want to
just kill him.

She wanted him to know why.

She wanted him to be scared.

That's why she posted
the letter under his door.

- It was a threat.
- Where's the letter?

She took it from Anthony's room.

Think about it,

Izzy's reaction
to seeing the body

was to run upstairs
to the bathroom.

Why? There's a toilet
by the kitchen.

She couldn't risk
you finding it in the house.

Didn't it seem strange

that she went to take out
the bins during a storm?

You'd wait until later
wouldn't you?

unless you had to
get rid of something urgently.

Why would I kill him?
It makes no sense.

A lot of things make no sense.

Like why you lied your way
to a waitressing job.

You did it to get close
to Anthony, didn't you?

- No.
- Yes.

You tried to poison him,

and when that didn't work,
you stabbed him.

No. Why would I?

Because he killed your mother.

Mam's dead?

I spoke to her this morning.

You're not Lorna Maddison's
daughter?

No. My mam's called Trish.

Are you sure?

What, that she's alive
or that she's called Trish?

I mean, I'm pretty sure on both
but I could ring her and check.

Ah! Damn!

Ugh! I was really hoping
your mam was dead!

Not in that way.

But something about you
doesn't add up

so you better tell me
why you're really here now

or I am taking you
down the station.

Now let's start
with why you put a letter

underneath Anthony's door.

It wasn't a letter.

It was a headshot.
She's an actress.

She lied her way here
to get closer to Anthony,

thought it would help
her career.

Same as she thought you would.

Ah, that's why she was keen

to talk about my process.

That's a relief,

I did worry she was flirting.

With you? Ego much?

As if she wants to see you
in your speedos

with all your danglage.

It does take us back
to square one though.

I was sure she was the daughter.

It did feel right.

Emotionally.

An obsessive,
needing revenge for the loss.

Righting the past.

Ah, Chapel.

Chapel...

Yes!

Oh, you-- you fool.
It's obvious.

It wasn't the daughter,
but it was the daughter.

Just once, please, make sense.

The road has been cleared now
so you're all free to go...

- Oh.
- ... once we've sorted out

the little matter
of who killed Anthony.

Now, this murder,

is at its heart,

about a woman called
Lorna Maddison.

A young woman who died
because of Anthony Hart

18 years ago,
driving to collect his post.

Hence the letter opener.

I really like the word "hence,"
I should use it more often.

The letter opener,
was significant.

Symbolic.

Wasn't it, Dennis?

No way!

You were the big inconsistency
from the start.

The "huge fan" of Phoenix who
wasn't interested in the show.

I told you, I liked it because
me and my daughter were into it.

Your daughter. Yes.

You were telling
the truth there.

I could tell
how much you miss her.

But there had been
no falling out between you.

You'd do anything
to see your daughter again...

but you can't.

Because Lorna is dead.

The only genuine emotion
you showed

was when you saw Anthony
shouting at Izzy.

Seeing him push
around a young woman,

the way he'd pushed
your daughter around.

Do you deny Dennis?

That man.

Maybe he wasn't in the car...

but he killed my girl.

Every time I saw his
smug face on the telly,

this thing grew inside me.

I knew I'd have to finish him
off one day.

Just had to find out
how to get to him.

You famous people are
really cagey

about your whereabouts and that.

Oh, I mean,
quite wisely in your case.

Then I saw an ad for this,
couldn't believe my luck.

First thing I thought
of was the letter opener.

Seemed fitting.

"Here's your mail."

I'd snuck off and changed
the place cards earlier.

Said I needed the loo.

In actual fact I've got
the prostate of a 25 year old.

Then I came down before lunch.

Asked for an autograph
for my little girl.

He asked me her name.
I told him.

Lorna Maddison.

They were the last words
he heard.

You killed my dad?

Saved you the job in the end.

What?

You'd already started
your plan to kill your dad.

Poisoning him with
brake fluid in the margarita.

I told you I know
how to make cocktails!

Owen wouldn't murder his father.

He had to.

Anthony had threatened
to cut him off.

Good work, detective.
I completely missed that.

This is absurd.
There's no evidence.

The tequila bottle.
Empty but there'll be traces.

Yeah, okay.

You got me.
That's very good.

Hm. Yeah.

When I saw him at the table,
the tears were real.

I was so relieved.

Thank you, Dennis.

Thanks to you,

I walk free
and inherit everything, eh?

Yeah, no.

You're still going to be
arrested.

It's still attempted murder.

What!?

No.

Please, no.
Uh, erm, it was a joke.

Uh, doesn't grief do that
to some people.

Gallows humour. No?

Oh, Come on, it wasn't
even enough poison to kill him.

It would've taken me weeks.

A good lawyer will get me off.

And how are you
going to afford a good lawyer?

Erm-- Ooh!
Aunt Hel! Maybe, you could--

You little shit.

You'll never receive
a penny from me again.

That'll be your ride, boys.

We can come to an arrangement?
Me and you?

A mutual arrangement,
backs get scratched?

A bribe,
there I can't be any clearer.

Watch the shirt.

There you go Chaudhry,

didn't miss out
on all the excitement

with your dead sheep?

Didn't you hear?

It wasn't
a sheep carcass at all.

It was a humans.

What?

It'd been
in the drain for years.

Clarke wants us on it
straight away.

I'll see you back
at the station, alright.

Alright.

I need to head
straight down to the station.

What, in your car?

You going to make it?

Oh, hope so,

but maybe you are right.

Maybe I do need to start
thinking about,

maybe, thinking about...

letting it go.

Well you don't want to be stuck
in the past, like Dennis.

Be sure to give us
a good review on Tripadvisor.

-Oh, that's for sure.
- It was so great.

Thanks.

Johnny?
You're not going?

Yeah, I have to get back.

Uh, Helena, um, if you're not,
uh, preoccupied

in doing--
You know, with the, uh...

Are you trying to ask me out?

I think I am, yeah.

Dinner?

Talk about old times,

maybe make some new times.

Yes, I'd-

I'd love that.

Right, excellent, great, lovely.

Oh, Johnny Chapel,
you've got me all flustered.

I can't believe
the vicar did it.

We'll be booking again
for next year.

Oh!
Before you go, John Chapel.

Can I get one more photo of the
super sleuths together, huh?

One more? You've been taking
photos this whole time?

Yeah.

Please tell me
you've not sent them to anyone?

- Well, just our kids.
- The kids.

You got quite the response
on social media.

- Oh!
- Oh, God.

No, no, no. Delete.

- Delete, delete them all.
- Delete?

- Delete them all.
- Oh, al-alright.

- Delete them all, uh...
- What's the matter, honey?

I'm so fired.

Ohhhh!

We're in the paper.

"Washed up actor"?

Oh, well, this won't do.

Oh, Clarke's calling me.

I'm dead. I'm dead.

H-h-hi!