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Some prodigious children

display a gift for music.

Others for chess or spelling.

Even at an early age,

Matilda had a keenly developed
interest in murder --

not, it must be said,
in the committing of them...

...but in the solving.

With her mother missing
and her paternity unknown,

Matilda occasionally wondered

what it would be like
to have a father.

But despite her early aptitude
for the art of detection,

some small part of her knew
that certain questions

were better left unasked...

...and unanswered.

Sir.

I have an important case
for you, Stone.

Inspector Thorne believed
that everything in life

has to be earned.

Ringo the dachshund is missing.

But having solved
a double murder

so early in her career...

Not high-profile enough?

...Matilda now needed
bringing down a peg or two.

A zero-tolerance policy, sir.

Very sound policing.
I'm all over it.

Right.

Precisely eight miles,
four yards,

and two inches away,

in the private recording studio
of rock legend Sir Ray Ives,

drummer Viv Collins

was surfacing from her
all-too-familiar nightmare.

Kumquat.

And where more sensitive souls

preferred silence in the wake
of a raging hangover,

Viv had always favored
picking up her sticks.

Oh, God.

Meanwhile...

Meanwhile, across from
the studio in the main house,

one half of perhaps
the most ill-matched couple

in southern England
was suddenly gripped by regret.

I -- Uh, yeah,
it's a message for Steven.

We've arrived.
Everything's cool.

We're ready to get rocking
in the studio,

so to speak,
so call me back.

It's Len. Savage.

I should never have let you
persuade me to come.

Really?
You're doing this?

We haven't put out an album
for 10 years.

No one's interested in us,
not anymore,

and we're still called
Volcanic Youth.

It's embarrassing.

You know, I worked my ass off
to get this deal.

I thought you'd be over the moon
like everyone else, but...

Anyway, it's too late
to change your mind.

The deal's already been done.

And you'd hold me to that?

Well, as your husband,
maybe not.

But as your manager,
yeah, I will.

And when
did you last see Ringo?

Well, he vanished this morning
in the woods

on the edge of town.

-It's true, then.
-What is?

That Volcanic Youth
are recording a reunion record

up at Trent House.

Ringo loved their music.

Where most would
hear only silence,

Kurt Lee picked up on the slow
drip of a bathroom tap...

...a buzzing fly
caught in a web...

...and the low croak
of a distant raven.

After 33 years of
varying degrees of fame,

Electra Bliss
was still committed

to making a grand entrance
whenever humanly possible.

Well, hello, you lovely people.

To be clear, I did want to
give you all a ride in the limo,

but spoilsport Len
wouldn't allow it.

Well, you lot are like
the royal family.

I can't risk you all
traveling together, can I?

Hope you got my arrival,
Jonas.

It was Jonas Wimmer's
firm belief

that despite
the relative obscurity

of the now mostly forgotten

new-wave rock band
Volcanic Youth,

his film about them
was destined to clean up

at a future awards season.

And so he had dedicated himself
to interviewing

the remaining members
of the band and their manager.

Um, could you take
your glasses off?

No.

Although his style
was less fly-on-the-wall

than fly-in-your-face.

Give it a rest, Jonas.

Oh.

I see
you still got the jacket.

One previous owner --
Janis Joplin.

I got it when "Twenty Seven"

reached number three
in the charts.

Worn it for luck ever since.

I'm surprised it hasn't
finally fallen apart by now.

I look after things
that are important to me.

-Unlike some people.

Aunt Cat?

Cat?

Oh, hello, kid.

Everything all right?

I just heard
Volcanic Youth are recording

up at Sir Ray Ives' studio.

Matilda knew that despite
some early promise,

Cat's involvement
with Volcanic Youth

had ended
for a number of reasons...

...the most significant
of which

was her becoming pregnant

after a misjudged drunken
encounter with a doting fan.

This broke the heart
of her first great love,

caused irreparable rifts
in the band,

and would result, seven months,
four days, and one hour later,

in Cat being unable
to commit

to a make-or-break tour

of the dive bars and beer halls
of Western Europe.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Not like this.

She's right.
She looks like a whale.

Oh, who cares?

Volcanic Youth stopped
being relevant years ago.

Cuppa?

Only later,
when Matilda had gone,

would Cat's bravado subside,

and she'd once again
entertain thoughts

of what might have been,

both musically...

...and with the woman
she had once envisaged

spending her life with.

Ringo!

Ringo, come on!

Ringo!

Are you sure
you want to do this, Cat?

I'll be fine.

Despite Cat's determination
to rebuild bridges

with her former bandmates,

her sisters, Beth and Jane,
saw only troubled waters ahead.

I'm not sure this is
such a good idea.

-Because of Nikki?
-Yeah.

So tell me about Nikki.

Well, Volcanic Youth was, um...

Well, it was Nikki's idea,
you know?

And we were young women,
and it was a man's world,

and we had so much
that we wanted to say.

Yeah, well, you know,
everything changed.

Cat left, and then Nikki...

Yeah.

Nikki drowned
in your manager's swimming pool

back in 1985.

Look, just because
you die at 27,

it doesn't automatically
make you a genius.

I didn't believe it
when they told me

who was waiting at the gate.

Hey, Len.
How are you?

Oh, you know, older, uglier,

still not as rich as
I'd like to be,

but, hey, that's life.

Come.

Oh, it's like the studio
time forgot.

Yeah, the label thought it would
add authenticity to the album.

-Hey.
-Hi.

Cat, this is Kurt Lee.

-Hiya.
-Big fan, Miss Stone.

I loved the first two
Volcanic Youth albums.

Your -- Sorry, your bass,
so raw, so urgent.

How do you capture
that kind of energy?

Oh, no time, a bit of luck, and
very limited musical ability.

Hey, guys.
Might want to take a break.

We have a visitor.

Who's that?

The Sound & the Fury.

Mr. Cardosa, it's D.S. Stone.

I have some bad news.

I can't believe
Cat Stone is actually

hanging in the studio with us.

You still play much?

No, not really.

Focused on my writing.

Oh, those graphic novels
of yours.

I've read a few.

-They're good.

So does that mean
I'm still safe, you know,

as the new bassist?

-Yeah, you're safe.
-Good.

You know,
I was trying to remember, Cat,

when the last time was
that I saw you,

and then I realized
that it was...

It was, um, when --

when Nikki was
still the lead singer.

This regrettable reference
to Nikki Holler

would cast a long shadow
over the reunion.

I need a fag.

Should we take a break?

Part of our revival,
apparently.

-The price of fame, I guess.
-Hmm.

So, what's your sprog doing now?

Oh, you know, the usual.

You don't know, do you?

Actually, it's really good
'cause it makes it

so much easier
for me to forgive you.

Forgive me?
What the hell for?

For bailing on us.
The tour.

Bailing?

You couldn't wait
to get me out the door.

And you couldn't wait
to be a mother.

You even left Nikki
in the dust.

You need to apologize.

Never apologize.

Never explain.

-You're a bloody cow!
-Ow!

-Uh-oh.
-Get off me, you crazy woman!

You'll never bloody change!
You won't never, ever, ever!

-Girls, girls, girls!
-Crazy woman!

-Whoa, whoa!
She needs help.

Yeah.

Well, that went well, then.

As Volcanic Youth
and their entourage waited

to meet the legendary
and somewhat reclusive owner

of Trent House Studios,

familiar tensions
began to surface.

Uh, just water.
Thanks all the same.

I can smell booze on you.

Namaste.

I'm Sir Ray.

Welcome.

The outlook
of rock god Sir Ray Ives

had been completely altered
during an extended stay

at a Goan ashram
during the mid-'70s.

The Scarlet King would
never perform onstage again,

instead retreating
to the studio

and the temptations
of the double album.

I've never believed you have to
suffer to write great songs,

as long as the emotion
is genuine.

Mm, and people
can relate, right?

Film's the same.
It's all emotion.

It's the same for me,
Sir Ray.

Helps me to remember
where I'm from.

I delve into that a lot.

Might need to delve
a little deeper.

'Cause the last album was,
you know, not up to much.

So why did you stop touring,
Sir Ray?

Yeah, don't you miss
playing live?

My songs are like children
to me.

Nowadays I'd rather not expose
them to the world like that.

I would have loved
a few nippers myself.

Oh! What?

Years and years of nappies
and school plays

and teenaged angst?

Ha!
Can't imagine anything worse.

Quelle surprise.

Motherhood would mean
she'd have to

think of someone
other than herself for once.

Who wants another drink?

Just ignore her, Sir Ray.
She's bitter.

And she's bankrupt poor Len
over the IVF bill.

Shh.

Touchy subject?

At least I'm not
lying to myself

that I'm still
some kind of star.

Rather a fading a star

than a housewife
with nothing but regrets.

Maybe you should have
married her.

You'd have made
a lovely couple.

Oh!

Come on.

Ringo.

Ringo.

Yes.

Hmm.

Fading star?
Hmm.

You've still got it, baby.

Kurt?

Kurt, stop messing about.

Kurt, is that you?

-Kurt, this isn't funny.

Terry.

The scene is secure,
and I've asked everyone

who's still here
to wait in the main house.

Everyone who's still here?

One of the band
left in the night.

Okay.

Despite the countless
crime scenes

that Matilda had created
during her childhood,

the real thing still played
havoc with her equilibrium.

Hi.

-Daniel.
-Oh. Sorry.

Sorry, I'm a quiet walker.
Should have knocked.

Oh, bloody hell.

Well, there goes
my teenage years.

Had a huge crush
on Electra Bliss.

She knew it was unreasonable,
given the situation,

but the idea of Dr. Lynch

having feelings
for Electra Bliss,

even way back, caused Matilda
to think bad thoughts.

Excuse the outfit.
Came straight here.

So, what have we got?

The deceased, Susan Foyle --
aka Electra Bliss --

was 50 or 55,
depending on the source,

and lead singer
of Volcanic Youth.

They're a new-wave band
from the '80s.

Their biggest hit
was "Blue Girl,"

which was used
in a jean commercial.

I think I vaguely
remember them.

Last seen alive?

According to their manager,

she retired alone
to bed at midnight.

Any thought
on time of death yet?

Need longer to be accurate,

but I'd estimate
between 1:00 and 4:00 a.m.

-Who are your lead suspects?
-Everyone who we know was here.

Tallulah Savage-Hughes, keyboard
player and wife of the manager,

left in the night
and remains unaccounted for.

Her phone's off, so we've been
unable to track it,

but there's an ANPR out
on her car.

Very good.

You can put the missing-dog
investigation on hold for now.

Dead dog, I'm afraid, sir.

Run over.

Oh.
Poor thing.

Well, we need
to focus our resources,

and I want zero interference
from your aunts.

Do I make myself clear?

As a tubular bell, sir.

What Inspector Thorne
wanted to say next was...

Oh, world,

no world
but mass of public wrongs,

confused and filled
with murder and misdeeds.

But what
he actually said was...

Better get to work, then, Stone.

Let's take a look
at her room.

-I'll, uh, see you inside.
-Okay.

I'm a bit busy, Aunt Beth.
Can I call you back?

-Are you at Trent House?
-I might be.

The sister of the cleaner there

just told me
there's been a murder.

Of course she did.

Someone was in here with her.

And this has been wiped down
in a hurry.

Drilled from this side recently.

She was being watched.

My horoscope said that this week
would end on a bad note,

but I thought it meant,
like, you know, musically.

About time.

I'm Detective Sergeant Stone,

and I'm in charge
of the investigation.

Right, hi.

My name's Len Savage,
manager of the band.

You should speak to me first
before the media

gets hold of this
and arrives at the gate.

Can we stop word getting out?

Well, it would help
if none of you

posted anything
on social media.

Whoa, whoa, hang on.

Susan's fans have the right
to know what's happened.

Her fans?!

What about my right
to some privacy in my own home?!

You can't suppress the truth,
old man!

Truth?!
Yeah, right.

Okay, let's all try
to keep calm.

We'll need a copy of any footage
you've shot since arriving here.

Ommmm.

Uh, I wasn't allowed to shoot
last night,

so I doubt
it's much use to you.

I'll be the judge of that.

Ommmm.

Have you heard from your wife
since she left?

Ommmm.

Did anything take place between
her and the deceased last night?

Tallulah had a barney
with Electra

and then
went storming off.

Well, you were right,
Mr. Savage.

We should talk to you first.

Ommmm.

Now I feel really bad
about what happened yesterday.

You weren't to know, Cat.

She wasn't always such a cow.

When I first met Susie,
she was great fun.

The five of us
had such a mad time

starting that band together.

I remember you two
laughing a lot.

How was she killed?

Strangled with
a microphone cord.

You know Volcanic Youth
had a song called "Strangled"?

-Have you got it?
-No.

I made a point of not buying the
albums after I quit the band.

I think
we should take a listen.

What time did your wife leave?

Well, I carried on drinking
till about 2:00.

Then I went back up to the room
and we argued some more,

and then she drove off
about 20 past.

Any idea of her destination?

Were you and Electra Bliss
having an affair?

You're joking, aren't you?

It's bad enough being married
to oneof them.

No.

Purely professional
between us.

Hey, Pat. You got a copy
of "Twenty Seven"?

Course I have, Cat.

-There you go.
-Cheers.

Any issues going on
with the band?

There's always issues
with the band.

Care to elaborate?

Well...

...Electra demanded
that I get in a session drummer

to replace Viv.

She wanted her out.

You hear that?

Don't remember that
on the radio.

-What was it?
-Backmasking.

It's a technique
where you record lyrics

backwards onto a track that's
going to be played forwards,

so the only way
you can hear the words

is to spin the record
in reverse.

Okay, so that's not weird
at all.

-This was mixed by Kurt Lee.
-Yeah.

He's the sound engineer
I met up at Trent Farm.

Let's start with the accident.

Accident?

What?

What do you mean?
Am I under arrest?

If -- I-If I --
Well, then, I need Len.

Or I need a solicitor.

Did you run over this dog

on your way to the studio
yesterday?

I don't know
what you're on about.

I-I thought we were here
about Susan.

I mean, I can't believe
she's dead, do you know,

and murdered to boot.

She's been my friend
for 40-odd years.

Did you know she wanted you
replaced by a session drummer?

No.

No.

I didn't.

No one else arrived or left

until the cleaner turned up
at 8:00 a.m.

And your aunts are here.

Please don't tell anyone.

No.
No, no, no, no, no.

If Inspector Thorne
finds out you're here...

You need to leave.

Mattie, we might have
something on the case.

You can't be involved --
especially as you knew her

and apparently had a fight
with her only yesterday.

Look, kid.
Susie was strangled, correct?

Well, guess what the last song

on their breakup album
was called.

I'm gonna go for "Strangled."

No such thing
as a bad coincidence.

And it was mixed by Kurt Lee.

Tell her about
the backmasking.

We listened to "Strangled"
on vinyl.

The band recorded
a secret message

at the end
of the song backwards.

"Carry your sin
through a moonlit wood."

And?

It's rather sinister,
don't you think?

A strange lyric at the end
of a 30-year-old song?

It's hardly a motive
for murder.

No, now, come on!
You need to leave.

Go on.

Although she had dismissed it,

this was exactly the sort
of obscure potential clue

that would churn endlessly
around in Matilda's brain

like the worst kind of earworm.

I owe it to Susie
to look into this.

Don't stop,
or Mattie might see me.

Cat's eventful year
as a Hollywood stuntwoman

had stayed with her.

Known amongst that close-knit
community of thrill seekers

as "Nine Lives,"

had it not been for an aversion
to health-food fads

and a yearning
for actual seasons,

she may well have
settled permanently

in the City of Angels.

I understand you gave Susan
the studio keys.

Yeah, she knocked on my door
about 2:00 asking for them.

Said the muse was in her
and she wanted to record alone.

So you were the last person
to see her alive.

Well, I guess.

Except for the murderer.

-Hmm.
-What do you see?

Well, Susan set it up
for vocals.

Was anything recorded?

Um, I don't know.

But the tape's been taken.

There was a reel
on there yesterday.

You've reached the office

of Steven W. Tyne
at Retrodisc Records,

Please leave a message.

Uh, Steven, hi.
It's Len Savage again.

Um, obviously,
under the circumstances,

it's, uh, it's -- it's really
urgent that we speak,

so call me back.

Okay. Um...

Bye-bye.

You were the engineer
on "Twenty Seven."

At the end of "Strangled,"
there's a backmasked lyric --

"Carry your sin
through a moonlit wood."

What was that about?

Sorry, it's a long time ago now.
I really don't remember.

Are there hidden messages
on other albums?

I didn't kill her.

Susan was spectacular
to listen to.

You know, not just singing,
but talking.

Even breathing.

She'd whisper a lyric
or shout it or make a sound

that just, you know,
connected right here,

like she'd reached in
and -- and grabbed your heart.

You know, it's what
great singers can do.

Can make you feel something.

You know, I would never
rob the world of that.

Isn't that
their missing keyboardist?

Park up over there, Beth.

-Mr. Ives.
-Ah.

It's going to take
a lot of komiyam

to balance out
the negative energy that

the murder would have produced.

Komiyam?

Cow urine.
To rebless the property.

Uh, I need to ask you
some questions.

Did you know Electra Bliss

prior to Volcanic Youth
coming to record here?

-Only by reputation.
-And how was she at the dinner?

Exactly as you'd imagine.

A complete diva with highly
narcissistic tendencies.

Didn't warm to her, then,
Mr. Ives?

You don't warm to rock stars.

They expect everyone
to be in their orbit.

And it's Sir Ray,
by the way.

Sorry, Sir Ray.
Of course it is.

Truth is...

...Volcanic Youth
weren't much of a band

after they lost their original
singer, Nikki Holler.

For my money,
she was the talented one.

Oi, Len.

No way are you
getting out of this.

It's not my responsibility.

These people
do not mess about, okay?

We need to pay them
what she owed.

That's your problem, Gina.

It's not mine.

One call, it's gonna be
your problem too.

I take it you had keys to the
studio and Electra Bliss' room?

You keen on DIYs, Sir Ray?

I try to do as much of
the maintenance here as I can.

I like my privacy.

Why do you ask?
Need a hand putting up a shelf?

No.

I think someone was keeping
a rather close eye

on the deceased.

-Look.
-Oh, not another one?

We mustn't let Mattie see them.

Oh.

Where is she off to now?

Shh.
She'll hear us.

Well, why has she stopped?

Did Len send you?

No, we're Cat Stone's sisters.

-People are looking for you.
-Tough.

They'll have to
record the album without me.

Album?
Electra Bliss is dead.

She was murdered last night
in the studio.

Go on.

Tallulah Savage-Hughes,
you're under arrest.

-Citizen's.
-What?

You're supposed to say, "I am
making a citizen's arrest."

-I'm making a...
-Yes.

What's the point of that?
You're coming with us.

Give it a rest, Jonas.

See you've still
got the jacket.

One previous owner --
Janis Joplin.

I got it when "Twenty Seven"

reached number three
in the charts.

So where's the jacket now?

Perhaps the killer took it.

D.S. Matilda Stone.

Mattie, I know we're
not meant to get involved,

but we found Tallulah
in town.

And we're bringing her in.

I'll meet you outside.

Tell me that wasn't
one of your aunts.

That wasn't one of my aunts.

Technically,
Matilda wasn't lying.

I spoke to the travel agency.

They said you bought a ticket
to Brazil.

-I'm leaving my husband.
-Seems like a long way to go.

The further, the better.

You had an argument
with the deceased

a few hours
before her murder.

Being in a band together
for over 30 years

means we're
a highly dysfunctional family.

At the start, we were equal.

We'd flog the merch,
drive the van.

We all chipped in.

Well, that changed.

For years now, Susan has had
the rest of us over a barrel.

I just wanted out.

Okay.

So who else might have a motive
to kill her?

I don't know about a motive,

but you should be talking
to Viv.

As I was driving off
last night,

I saw her
going into the studio.

I need to speak to the drummer.
Set up a room.

I just want to
check something out first.

Okay.

Babe.

Babe, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

-Where have you been?
-None of your business.

It's over, Len.
All of it.

You don't get to
control me anymore.

Oh!

Aunt Cat,
what are you doing in here?

Same as you.
Trying to solve this.

But the door was...

How did you get in here?

What are you looking for?

Ugh, Janis Joplin's jacket.

Right. Okay.

So now that Susan's murder
is trending on Twitter,

we've got to get you lot into
the studio to record some music

to go with the lyrics
she laid down last night.

You're out of luck, Len.

Tape's missing.

No, no, it isn't.

I-I-I slipped it out
first thing this morning

before they sealed the studio.

But isn't that, like, evidence
or something?

I mean, shouldn't you
hand it over to the police?

Oh, guys!
Come on! It's just lyrics!

We owe it to the memory of Susan
to record this.

Ha!

Now, where have
I heard that before?

Something I want to show you.

"I know you're drinking again.

I won't let your inability
to deal with the past

ruin our future."

Viv lied to me.

She did know Electra Bliss
wanted her out.

You've reached the office

of Steven W. Tyne
at Retrodisc Records.

Please leave a message.

Steven, uh --
oh, it's like a bad joke.

Um, how can you claim
to run a record company

if you don't answer
your damn phone, huh?

It's Len.
Savage.

The method by which Len Savage
had been dispatched

was not without wit,

for Volcanic Youth's manager
had always been

a rather enthusiastic
backstabber.