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It's me.

You know, I've been saying that from the start.

Thank you for coming.

I want to start by saying how shocked and mortified

I am by Eliot's death.

Are you?

I understand how you must be feeling, Edward.

Jonathan, you know nothing about my feelings.

You threw him out of the party.

That was the last thing you ever did for him.

I had no choice.

Eliot was troubled.

You mean he was trouble, that's why you did it.

He was a threat to you.

It's always business first.

It's like we never left Marble Hall.

Uncle Jonathan's not responsible for that, though,

is he? - You're taking his side.

Really?

Well, you're part of it too, Roland, you and Gillian.

I mean, how could you do that?

I didn't mean for it to happen, Pa.

- You let it happen. - Gillian did.

I'm not part of this.

Why was Eliot killed?

The police are treating it as murder.

He was killed because of what he knew.

He knew nothing.

He was drunk.

He put it in that book of his.

That's why he was killed, to silence him.

Stay out of this, Leilah.

You don't know what you're talking about.

She's talking about Miriam's death.

Eliot knew.

We all knew.

We lied.

Not her death, her murder.

Leilah.

Dr. Lambert knew, you knew, and you covered it up.

Dr. Lambert had his suspicions.

Nothing was ever proved.

Why do we always end up talking about Grandma?

I did what I had to do.

A sordid police investigation would have destroyed us,

destroyed the legacy.

When are you all gonna get it into your head how much we

all owe to The Tiny People ?

Your house in Notting Hill, your flat in Mayfair,

your job with me, you still get quarter of a million

pounds a year every year.

I never take it.

I don't want it.

What do you do with it?

I give it to charity.

Then you get the good feelings that

come with doing exactly that.

Just having the name Crace makes us special.

It's our life.

It's not my life.

I agree with Jonathan.

We, uh, owe it to the world to keep her legacy alive.

I'm the only one who still lives in Marble Hall

and I see the crowds who come and visit.

They love Miriam Crace and they love The Tiny People .

Raking up the past, it doesn't do anyone any good.

She was ill.

She was dying anyway.

Yeah, mitral stenosis, what it says on the death certificate.

But what if Eliot was right?

What if she was poisoned and the killer

was right there in the room?

There were 100 people in that room.

He could have been talking about anyone.

But what if he meant one of us?

He knew nothing.

He was drunk.

Let me ask you all a question and perhaps you'll think very

carefully before you answer.

A 200-million-dollar deal with Netflix or the death of a sick

elderly woman 20 years ago?

Which of those two things matters more?

Oh, Detective Inspector Blakeney.

Ms. Ryeland.

Well, now we've reminded each other who we both are,

I suppose you want to come in.

You've got ten minutes.

I'm on my way out.

We've got a lot to talk about.

And I'm afraid none of it is good news.

Not good for you anyway, Ms. Ryeland.

Hmm, let me guess.

That small piece of cloth you took

out of the radiator grille of my car, you've had it analyzed.

We have.

And it's been positively identified

as coming from the jacket that Eliot Crace was wearing

when he was struck down.

We also found bloodstains on your car

and on the fabric which provided a 100% match.

No surprises there then.

You knew?

No, Detective Constable, I assumed.

Because if it turned out that I just ran over a pigeon,

you'd have brought back my car.

Perhaps you should be taking this a bit

more seriously, Ms. Ryeland.

Oh, I'm taking it very seriously.

But what you're saying is impossible.

For heaven's sake, weren't your 940,000

cameras enough to prove what I've been

telling you all along?

I did not drive to the party.

I took the tube.

It will take a while longer for that data to come through.

What about the cameras at Highgate Station?

There must be a shot of me on the platform.

I'm afraid they were out of order.

Just my luck.

At the same time, I have to tell

you that we have new evidence.

A witness has come forward with a sighting of a red MG

speeding away from Russell Square,

just around the corner of Maynard Street.

This happened a minute after Eliot was hit.

The caller was only able to get two

digits of the registration number,

but they're the same as yours.

Did the caller leave their name?

They did not.

So they were anonymous?

Yes, but that's not unusual.

Are they male or female?

I'm sorry, I can't give you that information.

Well, they're lying to you.

Or they're mistaken.

Look, I'll say it one more time.

The car was parked outside my house all night.

It would still be there now if you hadn't taken it away.

How do you explain the damage to your grille and your fender?

I've been thinking about that and the answer's obvious.

Someone is trying to incriminate me.

Frame you?

Frame me, incriminate me, set me up.

There's lots of ways of saying it,

but it's still the only explanation.

So, so someone waited for Eliot outside the party,

ran him over, snipped a piece of cloth off his jacket,

came to Crouch End, kicked your grille and planted evidence.

Is that right?

Who do you think would want to do that to you?

Anyone who worked for the Crace estate.

They wanted to stop Eliot's book being published.

Because it reveals a murder that took place 20 years ago.

Conceals it, not reveals it.

But yes, he said it at the party

and he said it on Front Row and that's why someone killed him.

What about the fact that he just humiliated you

in front of a hundred guests?

Oh, that's absurd.

You also had an altercation with him at his club.

Boone's in Notting Hill Gate?

I was trying to help him.

That's all I've ever tried to do.

Listen to me.

You told me that you'd read all of Alan Conway's books.

Yes.

Did you ever solve them?

About half of them.

Right.

Well, that is how you'll solve this.

Read Eliot's book.

Get a copy from his publishers.

Most of the characters were based on his family,

so he might have been trying to tell us something.

And then there's the anagrams, the Villa Belmare, Marble Hall,

that sort of thing.

Just like Alan Conway, he loved to play with words.

Look at his computer, his notes.

Eliot was killed because of what he wrote.

So that's where you'll find the answer.

And what will you do in the meantime, Ms. Ryeland?

Sir.

Oh, I'm gonna do the same.

I've been here before.

I know exactly what I'm looking for.

You find anything, you call me on this number.

Or if you decide to change your story.

Good stories never change.

Not here.

She clearly doesn't...

Get in the car.

Hi.

Susan.

I am so glad you came.

Oh, sorry, I'm late.

It's all right.

Drink?

Yes.

I'll have a sparkling water, please.

I'll have another.

I didn't know if you'd come or not.

Mm.

I'm glad you did.

I want to help you.

Help me how, Leilah?

I want to tell you everything that you

need to know about Jonathan and Marble Hall.

Right.

Well, how did the two of you meet?

Ah...

It was on a cruise 30 years ago, on the Red Sea.

I wasn't a passenger.

I was singing in the cabaret.

Do you believe that?

I suppose it happens.

It was just my bad luck, it happened to me.

Jonathan was rich.

He was handsome.

I saw him as a ticket to a better life.

But instead, he took me to Marble Hall and his family

and his mother, Miriam Crace.

She was cruel to you.

Mm.

She was cruel to everyone.

From the day she met me, she made jokes about me.

Belly dancing and pyramids, mummies and eunuchs.

Nefertiti, that was her name for me.

That's horrible.

I'm so sorry.

Jonathan thought she was funny.

But then, you see, he was very much his mother's son.

She created The Tiny People, but he wanted to own them.

He wanted to be someone.

If you were unhappy with him, why didn't you leave?

Oh, I did once.

I left him.

At least I tried to.

I bought a ticket back to Cairo.

I was on my way to the airport and Frederick was driving.

Was that when Frederick had the accident?

He wasn't concentrating and he went through a red light.

A truck smashed into us.

He got the worst of it.

He was in hospital for weeks.

But I had a broken collarbone and whiplash.

I'm still in pain even now.

Why was Frederick driving?

Didn't the family have a chauffeur?

They did once.

His name was Luan.

Luan.

But I never met him.

Yes, I saw a picture of him at Marble Hall.

He was gone before I arrived.

Eliot said that Frederick was drunk.

I'm the drunk, not Frederick.

You could leave now.

You know, he's afraid of you.

Jonathan?

I can't imagine why.

Because you were working with Eliot and Eliot knew the truth.

He's afraid you're going to bring

the whole pack of cards tumbling down

and that's exactly what I want.

I'm sorry?

Destroy them.

Destroy Jonathan and his precious tiny world.

You're the one who can finally set us free.

Be careful, Susan.

Be careful of what?

Miriam threatened Jonathan, she was

going to sell The Tiny People.

She threatened him and she died.

Eliot was a threat too.

Netflix was never gonna go ahead with the deal,

not with all the trouble he was causing,

and look what happened to him.

What's your address, Leilah?

And now you're asking questions, digging up the past.

He won't let you get away with it.

Clarendon Gardens.

Watch your back, Susan, and get him before he gets you.

Right.

Ooh.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Hi, Elaine.

I spoke to Charles.

What did he say?

I told him what's happened about Eliot

and all the rest of it.

He's not happy about it, but for Eliot's sake,

he's agreed to see you.

You can go in my place.

When?

Tomorrow. Right.

That's, that's brilliant.

Thank you, Elaine.

- I'll email you the details. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Right.

Bye.

Thanks.

Thank you. - You're welcome.

Charles.

Hello, Susan.

You're looking well.

Thank you.

Do sit down.

Bought you these from the canteen.

That's very thoughtful of you.

I have to say, I wasn't expecting to see you again.

They do a sort of restorative justice program here.

Prisoners get to meet their victims.

I wasn't planning to sign up.

It's good of you to see me.

Well, Elaine persuaded me,

you know, for Eliot's sake.

Not that Eliot has much say in the matter from what I hear.

Charles, I'm sorry about what happened.

I never wanted it to be you who killed Alan.

I just wanted to find the missing chapter.

I never dreamed-- How are you, Susan?

Tell me about yourself.

Elaine tells me you're back in England.

You broke up with Andreas?

Yes.

That's a shame.

I liked him.

We're still friends.

Oh.

Are you back in publishing?

Freelance.

Must be very frustrating for you.

I hear nobody wants to employ you.

I'd happily write you a reference

if, uh, that would help you.

I don't think it would.

No, probably not.

Hmm.

How many bookshops were there in Crete?

Not many.

It's an island.

It's too small.

Filled with people with whom you have

absolutely nothing in common.

Well, a bit like prison, you might say.

You can't blame me for what happened.

Not for what happened to you or for what happened to me.

You know the worst thing about being in here?

The absolute pointlessness.

The boredom, the random violence, the mindlessness,

and the stench of it.

They say you get used to it, but you don't because,

and this is what I've learned, the stench is existential.

It's putrefying.

Literally so.

That's all we're doing in here.

Rotting away.

I want to ask you about Eliot.

Oh, yeah.

Poor Eliot.

I have to say, it's quite strange

how many people who cross your path become a cropper.

You knew him when he was a child?

Yes, I did.

I suppose he must have been 12 years old then.

Time flies.

And you stayed friends?

They won't let me go to his funeral,

and I've already asked, but yes, we were friends.

Eliot believed that someone killed

his grandmother, Miriam Crace.

He said that he saw it.

Did he say anything to you about it?

Give me one good reason why I should help you, Susan.

I'm asking you to help Eliot.

Well, I don't think Eliot needs help anymore.

You, on the other hand.

What?

Elaine tells me that they know who ran him over

and that you're high on the suspect list.

Well, right at the top, in fact.

I wasn't driving the car that night, Charles,

and the CCTV footage will prove it eventually.

Hmm, I wonder.

Mm.

Who do you think did it?

The same person who killed Miriam Crace.

Who was that?

Uh, well, I always thought it would be one of the children,

Roland, Julia, or Eliot.

I mean, they were the ones who seemed to have suffered

the most, and, they certainly talked

about getting rid of Grandma.

They planned it.

They even concocted some sort of poison

from household chemicals.

What about Jonathan?

It's possible.

Miriam was always threatening to sell off the rights

to the books, and Eliot was always threatening

to blow up the entire legacy.

Anything to save The Tiny People .

Why do you think that?

I don't know.

When I heard that Miriam was dead,

my first thought was that it might

have been one of her lovers.

Lovers?

Don't tell me you don't know about the affairs.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

Susan, you do surprise me.

The big secret about Miriam Crace

was that she was a nymphomaniac chasing anything in trousers.

She was having it away with half the domestic staff,

and there were rumors that included a nanny.

How do you know this?

Uh, a writer called Matthew Reith-Williams wrote

an unauthorized biography of the Crace estate,

and their solicitors crushed it before it came to publication,

but I read the manuscript.

Have you heard about that famous breakdown of hers?

Yeah, she spent six months in a clinic in Lausanne.

That was for stress.

That was a lie.

The only breakdown that Miriam ever had was her marriage.

Her husband, Arthur, threatened to walk out,

she was forced to take a trial separation for six months.

Wouldn't it have been simpler just to get divorced?

Miriam was a Roman Catholic.

Her father was a deacon.

So who did kill her?

Do you know?

As a matter of fact, I do.

Eliot told me.

Who was it?

From the moment you sat down, I've

been wondering whether I should tell you or leave

you hanging in the wind.

But you know what?

I think I am gonna tell you what

Eliot told me because I think you'll

find it quite amusing to know.

You started by saying it was one of the three

of them, Roland, Julia, and Eliot, and you were right.

The three of them concocted a poison.

Marble Hall Gardens was full of poisonous plants,

from wolfsbane to deadly nightshade.

And take it from me, what they concocted that night

was lethal, particularly for an old lady

with a heart condition.

And that's what they did, what they set out to do.

At least, one of them did.

Miriam Crace's bedroom was at the bottom of a long corridor.

Eliot woke up.

And that was when he saw his brother, Roland Crace.

So Roland was the killer?

Yes.

This has one problem.

It's not gonna do you any good.

Why is that, Charles?

Nobody knows this story except you and me,

and if anybody asks me, I'm gonna deny it.

Why would you do that?

I would've thought that was obvious.

Let me tell you what's in my mind.

I was wrong to kill Alan, of course I was,

it wasn't as if I planned it.

It wasn't premeditated.

If you'd heard him speak to me like that on the roof,

you know, maybe you'd have understood.

He was gonna destroy my business,

eleven years down the drain.

Everything I'd ever, we-- we'd ever worked for.

And my retirement?

Well, you can forget about that.

He didn't give a damn about me or you,

and if you'd heard him sneering at me like that,

you know what, Susan?

Maybe you'd have done the same.

No.

No, I'm not like that.

Well, I won't argue with you, but you tell me this.

What difference did it make?

Alan was a pig.

He was ungrateful, entitled, no good to anyone.

On top of that, the doctors gave him six months to live.

Tell me, at the end of the day, what difference did it make?

Killing him?

You seriously want me to answer that?

You already have.

You worked it out for yourself.

I'll give you full credit.

And you, you responded by reporting me to the police.

But what good did it do?

I was 63 years old.

All I was planning for my retirement

was theater and opera, playing with my grandchildren

and perhaps doing a bit of charity work on the side.

But it wasn't as if I was a mass murderer or anything.

So at the end of the day, what harm

did you think I was gonna do?

You tried to kill me.

Well, look.

That was afterwards and only because he

was so bloody high-minded and determined to bring me down.

You were just like Alan.

But if you'd walked away, if you'd

accepted what had happened and tried to understand me,

instead of sitting there in, in high moral judgment.

Well, think of the consequences.

Think of what would have happened.

Hmm?

I'm stuck in here, dying a slow death.

And it isn't as if things have gone exactly

brilliantly for you either.

You could have been CEO of Clover Books.

Instead, you've lost your reputation,

your job, everything you've ever worked for.

So please tell me, where is the sense in that?

It wasn't about sense.

It was about justice.

It was about doing the right thing.

Well, there you go again.

Do, do you know how pious and self-satisfied you sound?

That's why I asked you here today.

That's why I let Elaine persuade me.

I wanted you to know what's coming your way.

I'm the only person that knows that Roland

killed his grandmother, and I'm not saying anything.

He may have run his brother over too,

but he's not the main suspect.

You are.

And guess what?

You're gonna be arrested.

You're gonna go through exactly the same thing that I have,

except that they're probably gonna send you to Bronzefield.

That's where they send the worst women offenders.

Thank you for the snacks.

Now go to hell.

No, Charles.

I'm leaving hell.

You're the one who's staying.

Hi.

Elaine.

Susan.

Where are you?

I'm at the station.

Are you all right?

Did you talk to him?

H- how is he?

Well, he wasn't very happy to see me.

You were right about that.

I mean, he did talk to me, but, he didn't wanna help me, so.

I suppose, given everything that's happened,

I can't say I blame him.

Damn, I've got to go.

Talk later.

Hugo?

Hu--

Hugo.

Hugo.

Hugo, I'm not gonna hurt you.

All right.

It's all right.

Come on, Hugo.

Hugo.

Hugo, it's all right. Come on.

It's all right.

Sorry.

Uh, it's an emergency.

Somebody's stabbed my cat.

Okay, hold on.

I'll grab the vet.

Thank you.

Susan?

Uh.

Would you like to come through?

The first thing you need to know is he's going to be okay.

Oh, thank goodness for that.

He suffered a serious abdominal wound, but he's in good

hands now.

It was good that you got him here so quickly.

He, he lost a lot of blood.

I know.

I've given him a transfusion.

He's been stitched up and he's under sedation now,

but if he was going to die, he'd have done that already.

Hypovolemic shock.

That said, we need to keep him here for a few days just

to keep an eye on him.

Right.

Look, I've got to ask.

Do you have any idea how this happened?

You live in a flat, is that right?

Yes.

Any of your neighbors complained

about you keeping pets? Oh, no.

N-- no, no.

It's, it's, it's nothing like that.

Um, I had a break-in.

Thank you very much for your help.

Okay.

Uh, Janice will give you a call,

let you know how it's going.

Right, thank you.

When did you discover this?

Couple of hours ago.

Whoever did this hurt my cat, so I've been at the vets.

You all right?

Well, uh...

Wait here a minute.

I'll take a look around.

Your security leaves a lot to be desired.

No alarms, no CCTV.

I've only just moved in.

Hmm.

Well, they've got in through the garden

and they've forced the lock on their door.

Somebody thinks I killed Eliot Crace.

They certainly made their message clear.

You'll be glad to hear it's red paint and not blood.

Meaning they brought it with?

Or bought it locally, yeah.

We'll check that too.

You say that you discovered this at six?

How long you been out?

Well, all day, pretty much.

Uh, left about 11:00.

Where'd you go?

Well, actually I went to West Park Prison.

I visited Charles Clover.

Why'd you do that?

I'm doing my best to keep one step ahead of you.

I'll tell you what we're gonna do now.

This is a crime scene.

I've got a team coming in.

They'll take photos, check for fingerprints,

all the rest of it.

I know a good private company that can

clean up some of this mess.

Do you have anywhere to go?

Uh, yeah.

My sister Katie's got a place in Elstree, but, um,

she's not there yet.

She's got a work thing, so...

- You should call her. - I have.

I've left her a message.

And in the meantime, you should look after yourself.

Have you had something to eat?

Is that an invitation?

No, just a question.

You've had a unpleasant shock.

You should eat something.

Well, there's nothing left in the fridge.

If there's somewhere local that you like, I'll drive you there.

Mm.

Can I be honest with you?

I've got a real thing about eating alone in restaurants.

Have you eaten tonight?

Is that an invitation?

Ha-ha.

Look, I've had a very long, very tiring, very

unpleasant day.

I'm sure I'm the last person in the world you wanna have dinner

with, and maybe you're not even allowed,

but if we sit opposite each other and make sure

our knees don't touch, where's the harm in that?

You can ask me more questions and maybe

I can prove to you that I don't have it in me to kill anyone.

It's just up here.

There you go.

Thank you.

Thank you for this.

I imagine it's something you don't do that often.

Eat out?

With one of your murder suspects.

I don't see it like that, Ms. Ryeland.

Right now, you are the victim of a violent and unpleasant

crime, and I'd say it's my responsibility

to look after you until it's fully investigated.

Business not pleasure, of course,

but can I just ask one favor?

Of course.

Would you mind using first names

just until we leave the restaurant?

It would make this seem a little less weird.

Don't see why not.

It's Ian.

Yes, I know.

I, I saw your warrant card.

Ian Blakeney and Emma Wardlaw.

Do you really think I killed Eliot Crace?

I'd say it's a strong possibility,

and if you want to persuade me otherwise,

you might begin by telling me what you

wanted from Charles Clover.

Charles knew Eliot when Eliot was 12 years old,

and he visited Marble Hall several times.

You still maintain that the death of Miriam Crace

and the murder of her grandson twenty

years later are connected?

I'm sure of it.

Did Charles Clover help you?

Well, he'd deny it, but yes, he did.

He told me what Eliot had told him.

Which was?

Eliot told him that Miriam Crace was poisoned

by his older brother, Roland.

He saw Roland with the poison going to her room.

What about the death certificate?

What about it?

According to the death certificate,

Miriam Crace died of natural causes.

Ah, well, yes, that was, um, Dr. Lambert.

He was the family doctor, but he was bribed.

Who told you that?

I worked it out.

I visited Dr. Lambert at his home

and he couldn't resist showing off his classic car collection,

but he lied to me about being a beneficiary

in Miriam Crace's will.

That's what he told me, but then I spoke to Jonathan

Crace, who denied it.

Excuse me.

Dr. Lambert didn't receive any money from Miriam Crace,

but cars like that don't come cheap,

so he must have been bribed.

Maybe you should get her body exhumed.

The world's most famous children's writer.

I don't think that would go down too well.

Or come up, for that matter.

Did you read The Tiny People ?

I read it to my kids.

They never really liked them.

I think they found the characters too good to be true.

So, you fancy yourself a detective, do you, Susan?

God, no.

You go to HMP West Lake to visit Charles Clover.

You interviewed Dr. Lambert.

What else have you been up to?

I'm just trying to find the truth.

Maybe you should leave that to the professionals.

The professionals want to arrest me.

One more question.

I noticed an unopened package on your table in your flat.

Well, it was a book.

What of it?

When did it arrive?

Uh, it was, um, squeezed in the letterbox when I came home.

That might be helpful.

If the courier came to the door and he

or she noticed something, it might be worth following up.

I never thought of that.

That's 'cause I'm the detective.

I can get a taxi, you know.

Elstree's not that far.

I can drive you.

Okay, thanks.

Sister know you're coming?

I told her I'm on my way, but I didn't say why.

Probably wise.

Yeah.

When we met, you said that you'd read all

of the Atticus Pund novels.

Is that really true?

Why do you ask?

I like detective novels, I always have.

Any favorites?

American writers mainly.

Chandler.

Hammett.

- Conley. - Mm.

Coben.

Mm.

Modern stuff, too.

Is that why you went into the police?

Uh, no.

I grew up in Brighton.

There was a lot of crime back then.

Street crime.

Drugs, gangs, knife fights.

Just thought I could make a difference.

How long have you been a detective?

Too long.

It's a job that sort of corrodes its way into you,

you know?

But a few more years and I'll be out.

I'll probably regret telling you this, but...

I quite like to write.

I've done a few short stories.

Oh.

Just try my hand.

It's something my wife always said I should do.

You're not together?

She died.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sure you have plenty to write about.

I do, and crime fiction, they're not the same.

That's exactly what Detective Superintendent

Locke used to say.

I know.

I spoke to him.

He doesn't send his regards.

Thank you for risking your reputation and your career

by coming for dinner.

They say I'll get over it.

I really needed it.

Look, for what it's worth, I've been round to Eliot's house,

I read his book, and I've got his notes.

Can I see them?

Afraid I can't give them to you because they're evidence.

But, I'll look through them and if anything catches my eye,

I'll let you know.

Susan?

Uh, uh.

You better go.

Mm.

Uh, thank you.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

So, who was that?

Uh, it's a long story.

You sure you don't mind me staying?

No, no, not at all.

Um, but I have got something I need to tell you.

Oh.

What?

David's here.

- You mean... - Yes.

We're...

Oh, oh, Katie, that's wonderful.

Oh, I'm really happy for you, truly.

I, I thought you didn't like him.

Oh, well, the first time I met him I hardly spoke to him.

You mean he hardly spoke to you.

If you're gonna be together, I want to get to know him.

Where is he?

Upstairs.

So, can I get you anything?

Uh, just a glass of water.

Well, come on then.

Tell me.

What?

Who brought you here?

Oh, that's the detective who wants to arrest me.

Why don't you ever take anything seriously?

Anything?

It's a good opportunity to look round the place.

Is that why you took her for dinner?

No.

Then if you don't mind my asking, sir,

what exactly are you doing?

I'm trying to solve a crime.

In fiction or in real life?

Maybe both.

What, and you believe that cozying up with the main...

With the only suspect, having dinner with her, will help?

Look around you.

You can see what someone has done here.

And the cat?

Everything I did here was entirely within my remit.

Susan Ryeland was in shock, and she was on her own.

I'm just wondering if there isn't something else going on.

Like?

What?

She killed Eliot Crace.

We have the evidence, the motive, everything.

Everything...

except the truth.