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It is said that if
you tell the truth,

it becomes part of your past.

If you tell a lie,
it becomes part of your future.

- But lying is not only done

with words, but also
with silence.

And on the subject
of her mother's

mysterious disappearance,
those closest to Matilda,

have been
the most silent of all.

Whatever the reasons
behind their silence,

Jane, Beth, and Cat Stone
have always feared the events

surrounding their
sister's disappearance

would one day come to light.

For even the smallest of lies

requires a bodyguard of
bigger lies to protect it.

And that there would come
a time when,

- however hard they tried...

...even they would be unable
to protect Matilda

from the truth.

Kippers.

Yum. Thank you.

From George?

Maybe.

You've been seeing
a lot of him recently.

Have I?

Yeah, I suppose I have.

- Morning.

Thanks for running
the shop today, Cat.

Oh, well, how hard can it be?

Ready?

Stupid question, but...why?

Sound props.

You can't record an audio book
without sound effects.

Mm.

The recording booth
at Heritage House

has great acoustics.

I cut my first demo there.

And your last.

They banned her after that.

I paid for the damage.

Eventually.

I never liked the place.

They used to make us go there
for school trips all the time.

I think it's creepy.

Oh, I don't know,

I always thought
Heritage House was quite quaint.

In truth, Matilda and
her aunt Jane were both correct.

For Wildemarsh Heritage House
has a reputation

for being
both quaint and creepy.

Thanks in no small part to its
world famous collection

of memorabilia, dedicated to
the great American writer,

Edgar Allan Poe.

"I knew that sound well, too.

It was the beating
of the old man's heart.

It increased my fury as
the beating of a drum

stimulates the soldier
into courage."

So wrote Edgar Allan Poe
in his seminal work,

"The Tell-Tale Heart",
the original manuscript

for which you can see
on display behind me.

Don't touch that.

It's very sharp.

Now, where was I?

Hey! That's my space.

That's not very polite.

Ladies.

Would you mind
signing my petition?

I'm trying to force the council
to reverse their decision

to sell "The Tell-Tale Heart."

You're wasting your time
with that dumb petition, Vicky.

The auctioneers are coming
to collect

"The Tell-Tale Heart" tomorrow
whether you like it or not.

Not if I have anything to do
with it, they won't.

It's time you faced reality.

Heritage House is struggling.

A slice of Poe memorabilia like
that's got to be worth

half a million dollars.

Without that money, this place
will close within a year.

Philistine.

Oh, who?

- Jane.

Professor Rhineheart,
that's who.

The Professor Rhineheart?

World famous author of
"Poe, The Man, The Enigma?"

He's over here studying
"The Tell-Tale Heart"

for the sequel.

Don't tell me.
"Poe, The Man, the Enigma 2."

I wish I could say
you were wrong.

The man's an idiot.

He's been flying around
the world

researching his new book
for a decade.

How he's got to where he is
is anyone's guess.

Victoria Durrell, librarian.

Beth Stone.

Sorry I'm late, Victoria.
My alarm didn't go off.

This is Oliver,
our new volunteer.

Oliver, I need you
to show our guests

to the recording booth.

What? Oh.

Yes, of course. Uh...

Please, follow me.

- Other way.
- Is it?

Oh. Sorry.

This way. Sorry.

Here we are.

Do you want me to show you
how to work the mixing desk?

You know?

I'm a retired civil servant
not a deejay.

But, uh, I think
I can sort it out.

Thanks.
We'll take it from here.

Are you sure?

Oh, well, let me know
if you need anything.

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Bye.

Right, I'll ready the props,
you cue up the recording.

As Beth and Jane Stone
began work on Jane's audio book,

precisely 2 miles,
304 yards away,

PC Foster began to realize
that his chances

of a romantic relationship
with Matilda

were diminishing by the day.

This was just delivered
to the front desk.

For, although he had
long harbored feelings

for Matilda,
it was clearer now...

It's a present from George.

...maybe
more than ever,

that he had long
since missed the boat.

Isn't it beautiful?

Yes.

Beautiful.

"The Attenborough Equivalency",
by Jane Stone.

Chapter one.

The call came in at 2:00 a.m.

Gunfire heard coming from
the Ferguson residence.

Our Detective Inspector Lambert
and his partner

D.S. Keegan were first
on the scene.

- The sound of their feet

on the gravel drive enough
to scare away the starlings...

who had recently taken up

-...residence on the lawn.

"How do we know the caller's
telling the truth?

This could be a setup,"
carped D.S. Keegan

in his Highland drawl.

Setup or not...

-...Lambert knew that even

the gravest of lies
hid an element of truth,

and it was their job
to uncover it.

Camera drones! Quick!

Where's the umbrella
for the drones?

Oh, I thought you packed it.

There's probably one
in lost property.

I'll go and ask.

- Delivery.

Oh, yeah, could you just
put them down there?

Yeah. Sure.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Sorry.

Uh, yeah, Karen was just, uh,

helping me with the...

If you say so.

Uh, Robin Brunswick,
Heritage Director.

Uh, this is Karen Freedman,

our hygiene
maintenance coordinator.

I'm the cleaner.

- Beth Stone.
- Oh, the author? Yes.

I heard a rumor you and your
sister would be in this week.

Beth is Wildemarsh's
most famous resident author.

Don't suppose you could
direct me to lost property.

Oh, there's one
at the front desk.

Thanks.
Nice to meet you both.

We're having farewell drinks
later for "The Tell-Tale Heart."

We'd be honored
if you'd join us.

Poe room 5:00.

Thanks.
I'll see you there.

Yeah.

I'm collecting names
to stop the council

from selling off the town's
copy of "The Tell-Tale Heart."

Oh, yeah. Sign me up.

Here we go.

Do you mind putting one of those
in the window in support?

Sure.

As well as collecting
names for her petition,

librarian Victoria Durrell
also collected books,

books that she didn't always
feel the need to pay for.

- There we go.
- Thank you.

- Bye bye.
- Okay, bye.

If the arrival of
Daniel and Natasha's

wedding invitation filled
Matilda with a torrent

of emotions, the upcoming
departure of Heritage House's

precious Poe manuscript

was causing more than a trickle
of regret among its staff.

I see your friend Victoria
is boycotting the proceedings.

Sally Capstan, archivist,
tour guide, children's author.

Victoria tells me you own
a bookshop.

Murder Ink, on the high street.

Then may I present you
with a complimentary copy

of my debut novel,
"Poe, Poe, Poe Your Boat."

It's a children's biography
of Edgar Allan Poe.

I'm offering it to local
retailers at a discount.

What's going on?

Rob's about to give a speech.

Henry, night security guard.

Can I have everyone's
attention, please?

Well, it's a sad day
for all of us, hm?

Not only are we saying adiós
to our dear friend,

Professor Rhineheart, but also
to our treasured Poe manuscript,

"The Tell-Tale Heart."

It's a great loss for all of us,
but a necessary one.

And I'd like to add,
it's been an enormous privilege

working with such esteemed
colleagues these past few weeks.

So, as a token of my
appreciation,

gifts for everyone.

Ladies.

Thank you.

Henry.

Cheers.

And, yes, I have personally
signed every copy.

- Oh.
- Meaning you can't exchange it.

Right.
As I was saying,

before Professor Rhineheart's
generous interruption,

I have been reassured that
the money from the sale

of the manuscript will
ensure our future

for many years to come.

So, with that in mind, I'd like
you all to raise your glasses,

and I'd like to make a toast.

To "The Tell-Tale Heart."

-"The Tell-Tale Heart."
-"The Tell-Tale Heart."

But I told you before, Mum,

fish paste sandwiches and sushi
aren't the same thing.

Well, yeah, it's made of fish.

And yeah it's cold, but...

All units, be on
the look out for a blue saloon.

Driver reported to have
threatened a member

of the public
with a baseball bat.

Registration -- B700 VCS.

Over.

Mum, I've got to go.

And thanks for the jelly pot.

This is happening.

Oi!

Sir. Stop!

Pull over!

I hope you have probable cause
to stop me, officer.

I was well within
the legal speed limit.

Well, a man driving a car
matching this description

was accused of threatening
a member of the public

with a baseball bat.

I don't even own a baseball bat.

- What?
- I'm going to need you to

accompany me to the station.

No, you can't do this.

Step out of the car,
please, sir.

I have to be somewhere.

P.C. Foster to base.
Suspect apprehended.

- Backup requested.
- Alright, alright.

No need for that.

I'll come quietly.

As Oliver McGorrie
prepared to face hours

of scrutiny over his apparent
interest in baseball,

Jane Stone was settling down
for some late night reading

about an American obsession
of a more literary kind.

Oh! You're in early.

Oh, I didn't get a chance

to clear up after
last night's drinks.

Do you want a hand
with your bag?

No, no! No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

Odd.

The alarm should come on
when I open the door.

I have to type in a key code
to make it stop.

Look.

I've got a bad feeling
about this.

A turn up for the book
is an oft used phrase

- to denote surprise.

Henry?

But in this instance,
it can also be taken literally.

The manuscript.

The item turning up
for the book, being...

A solitary black feather.

Thanks, Terry.
I'll meet you there.

- Breakfast?
- I can't stay.

There's been a break in
at Heritage House.

Someone's stolen
"The Tell-Tale Heart."

What?

The manuscript was due
to be collected today

by the auctioneers.

- Coincidence?
- Maybe.

But I'm more interested
in what the thief left behind.

Which was what?

A solitary black feather.

Just like the one
in mum's safe deposit box.

See you later.

Although Matilda was
yet to appreciate

the true significance
of the solitary black feather,

her aunts couldn't help
but fear the truth

was now closer to the surface
than at any time

since her
mother's disappearance.

We've got to get down there.

I can't believe they're back.

Who?

The Raven.

It was a cat burglar who
terrorized Wildemarsh for years.

What makes you think
it's the same person?

Well, there's a power cut
to the building,

rope used to gain entry,
plus they used a solitary

black feather
as a calling card.

Were they ever caught?

Not that I remember.

Burglaries stopped.
They weren't heard from again.

When was this?

25 years ago.

The same time,
thought Matilda,

that her beloved mother,
Eleanor, went missing.

Excuse me one moment.

What are you doing here?

Recording Jane's audio book.

The why isn't Cat at the shop?

Well, I was, um...

giving Jane a hand.

Wasn't I, Jane?

Hm?

Yes, whatever you say.

In which case, I won't keep you.

Oh.

Can anyone else
hear an odd ticking?

What if the Raven is back?

- Impossible.
- I agree.

The rope, the feather,
anyone could have staged that.

Well, how do we
tell Matilda that?

There's only one way.

We have to find out who really
stole that manuscript.

The security office will have
a plan of the building.

I want to see how else
the thief could have got in.

Come on.

Alright mate.
Can you remember your name?

Do you remember what happened?

What's going on?

Oh.

Someone beat Henry up last night
and stole the manuscript.

Damn police!

- Anything?
- Clean.

Same as the display case.

Power supply to the building?

As you suspected,
cut to disable the alarm.

It's all very professional.

Sarge, see that man down there?

I arrested him
yesterday evening.

A member of public rang in to
say that he threatened them

with a baseball bat.

Did you charge him?

I found a bat in his car, but
we couldn't trace the caller.

We had to release him
in the end.

What time was this?

I took him down the station
around 7:00.

Custody sergeant was forced
to release him around 1:00 a.m.

Oh, it has
to be here somewhere.

He's got a camp bed in here.

Looks like someone
enjoys sleeping on the job.

What's his name again?
I'm sure I've seen him before.

Henry Wade.

Henry Wade?

Jane, are you okay?
You don't seem yourself.

Mm. Ever since we got here this
morning, I've felt really odd.

I'm saying nothing.

Oh, no, not my usual odd.

This is like an itch
I can't scratch.

- Right, found it.
- Oh.

This doesn't make sense.

If the power to the alarm
was disconnected,

why come in the skylight?

I mean, breaking in through
the rear doors

would have been much easier.

Plus, the real Raven
only used the skylight

when there was no alternative.

What do you think, Jane?

Jane?

Look out below.

I was monitoring the cameras
in the office

when the power went out.

What time was that?

Around 9:30.

Did the rounds.

Everything looked fine.

Then I heard a noise,
and before I knew what happened

someone hit me over the head.

Did you get a look
at who did it?

No.
It all happened so fast.

By the time I came round,
it was the morning

and I was bound and gagged.

Sorry.

I really need to get this.

Yeah.

Yes?

No, I'm stuck at work.

No, I'm fine.

Take your sister to school
for me.

There's some money
in the kitchen jar for lunch.

No.
Nothing to worry about.

Love you.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

My eldest.

Since Alison left,
it's just been me and the kids.

You keep yawning.

I'm on it.

I'm taking him to hospital
for a scan.

Can never be too careful
with concussion.

In you pop.

Really? I'm fine.

It's not a request.

Let me help.

Hands and feet.

I'll see you around, Sergeant.

Don't worry, we'll have you home
by lunchtime.

It's all so upsetting.

I'm going to need
you to do a stock-take

to make sure no more books
or other items have been taken.

But that could take weeks.

We haven't done an audit
in years.

I'm sorry, Sergeant.

I thought you ought to know
that the professor

didn't turn up this morning.

Who?

Professor Rhineheart.

Horrible, Ivy League
know it all.

I rang the hotel.

They said he went out last night
but he never returned.

Sarge?

There's something wrong
with your Aunt Jane.

Will you please
keep still and listen?

I can hear something,
so everyone be quiet.

Listen.

Something is not right.

Why can't any of you hear it?

- What's she talking about?
- Oh, don't ask.

She's been like this
all morning.

Shouldn't we do something?

We've always found it best
to let her work

these things out for herself.

I knew something wasn't right.

Despite her
Aunt Jane's relief

at discovering the source
of her audible anomaly,

it was the health and welfare
of the pocket watch's owner

that was uppermost
Matilda's thoughts.

Oh.

Professor Rhineheart?

What have we got?

Professor Titus Rhineheart,
visiting American academic.

He was here researching
the stolen manuscript

for his latest book.

Cause of death?

Appears to be a form of blunt
force trauma to the head.

Natasha?

Wedding list? What color?

Uh, the red ones?

No?
Okay, you choose.

I am trying to be helpful.

What did Oliver McGorrie say he
did before he volunteered here?

Civil servant. Why?

Either of you notice
how he and Inspector Thorne

share the same body language?

Why are your aunts here, Stone?

Recording an audio book, sir.

Aunt Jane's the one
who found the body.

Oh. Course she did.

I love you, too.

Sorry.

Sorry about that.

Putting the body inside
the clock

prevented the pendulum
from swinging.

I take it that is
the time of death?

Yes.

I'd say death occurred
somewhere between

9:00 p.m. and midnight.

Same time as the break-in?

What was the victim doing here
that time of night?

Robin Brunswick,
Heritage Director,

gave him special permission
to stay late.

So, thief breaks in, discovers
Rhineheart's still here,

fight breaks out,
thief kills Rhineheart,

and makes off
with the manuscript.

That's the working
hypothesis, sir.

I want all the staff
re-interviewed, and timelines

established for everyone's
whereabouts last night.

Sir.

Natasha?

Table decorations?

No, I haven't
rung the florist yet.

Uh, you choose.

I am trying to be helpful.

Nightmare.

I'll meet you back
at the recording booth.

Why, where are you going?

To do some digging
on Henry Wade.

Sir, have you ever heard
of the Raven?

The poem by Edgar Allan Poe?

The house thief who operated
around Wildemarsh 25 years ago.

Part of their M.O. was to leave
behind a solitary black feather

at the scene of a crime.

25 years is a lifetime ago,
Sergeant.

I was going to ask P.C. Foster
to dig out the old police files.

I can, uh...
I can do that if you like.

Thank you, sir.

We better at least make it look
like we're working.

I'll set up the deck,
you make the coffee.

Mm-hmm.

What have you got there?

The cleaner, Karen.
She's left this card behind.

Oh, we're out of coffee.

But I saw some
in the security office.

Back in a sec.

As Beth Stone
reflected on Karen's

carelessness in leaving such
a secret letter

of affection unguarded,
Cat Stone was about

to uncover Henry Wade's
most carefully guarded secret.

I'm looking for Henry Wade.

You from the social?

Kylie,
give me my dolly back.

Kylie, give Britney
her dolly back.

I won't tell you again.

Who is it you're
looking for again?

Henry Wade.

Never heard of him.

Yeah. Hi. I'd like to organize
a return on an order.

Got it!

And while Jane Stone
was considering

the unusual aroma of the coffee
she had borrowed

from Henry Wade's office,
2 miles, 427 yards away,

Inspector Thorne was praying
that Matilda didn't smell a rat.

A burst water pipe?

Borough HQ said it happened
a few years ago.

Destroyed hundreds of old files,

including everything on
your so-called Raven.

- Oh.

Yes. Very unfortunate,
but nothing we can do about it.

Best let it lie.

There's a Karen Freedman
in reception.

Says it's urgent.

Karen, how can I help?

I should have said
something earlier.

I didn't want to say anything
in front of the others.

Go on.

I'm out on license.

I was recently released
from prison

after serving 10 years
for killing my husband.

Oh, well, thank you
for letting me know.

No, you don't understand.

I didn't just kill my husband.
I killed Professor Rhineheart.

She's lying.

I know because I killed
Professor Rhineheart.

You haven't seen Karen
about, have you?

I've been looking everywhere.

What?

Robin and Karen have
both confessed

to being
Rhineheart's killer.

- Together?
- Separately.

They each rang to say they were
going to the police station

to confess.

Tell me what happened
last night.

It was around half 9:00.

I was just finishing up
when the lights went out.

I thought I heard Henry,
the security guard,

in the Poe room,
so I went to find him.

That's when I saw the first
of two masked men.

Two masked men?

Well, I grabbed one,

but the other escaped up
the rope with the manuscript.

Then what happened?

He was stronger than I thought.
I guess I must have panicked.

I grabbed a metal candlestick,

and I hit him
over the head...hard.

I picked up a bronze bust
of Edgar Allan Poe,

and I cracked it
over his head.

I knew straightaway
I'd killed him.

Did you know it was
Professor Rhineheart?

Not until
I took off his mask.

When I saw who it was,
I panicked.

I hid him in the grandfather
clock, and I went home.

So, why confess now?

I thought I could live with
what I'd done, but I can't.

So, why confess now?

With my record,

I knew you'd figure
it was me sooner or later.

So, which one of them
do you believe?

Neither confession seemed

very convincing to me, sir.

One thing's for sure, they can't
both be telling the truth.

What if neither of them are?

- What are you doing back here?
- Sorry, sir.

She sort of slipped past
when I wasn't looking.

This had better be important.

I found a card to Karen Freedman
from Robin Brunswick.

"To my darling Karen, you once
said you'd do anything for me.

Believe me when I say
I would do the same.

Love you always, Rob."

You're suggesting they both
mistakenly think the other

murdered Professor Rhineheart

and they're trying to
take the rap for each other?

It's a possibility.

Dr. Lynch?

Matilda? I was
hoping you'd ring.

Professor Rhineheart's
post-mortem,

have you completed it yet?

Uh, yes.
I'm typing up my notes now.

What can you tell me about
the head wound?

The fatal blow was to
the base of the victim's skull,

caused by an upward impact

with a sharp angled
three sided object.

So, not by someone
hitting them over the head?

No. I'd say the victim
almost certainly fell backwards

on to the corner
of the display case.

So they are both lying.

Thanks.

As she waited for
her sister's return,

Jane Stone couldn't help
but compare the dense prose

of Professor Rhineheart's
famous Poe biography

with the rhyming couplets of

Sally Capstan's
lesser known work.

Never, she thought,
had two authors

taken such different approaches
to the same subject.

Although, reading
Sally Capstan's biog,

she noted how the pair had
at least one thing in common.

One very important thing

that neither had
sought to mention.

Curious.

Why didn't you tell anyone that
you and Professor Rhineheart

knew each other?

We...didn't.

Not before this week.

You interned at
Hargreaves Auction House

in New York at the same time as
the Professor worked there

consulting on rare books.

It's complicated.

I shouldn't be telling you this.

Because it'll incriminate you?

Because I signed
a non-disclosure agreement.

Before I went to uni, I interned
at Hargreaves for the summer.

I'm so sorry. Do go on.

I was assigned to assist
Professor Rhineheart.

I was archiving records
of a private sale

of a rare 1840 reprint
of Poe's first work,

"Tamerlane and Other Poems."

The book was verified as being
authentic by the professor,

but I knew for a fact
"Tamerlane and Other Poems"

had never been republished
during Poe's lifetime.

The auction house sold a fake.

- Did you report it?
- Straight away.

But Rhineheart and the auction
house wanted it all kept quiet.

They made me sign an NDA.

Said if I uttered
a word, they'd sue.

I didn't like the professor,
but I swear,

I had nothing to do
with his death.

Karen!

Rob?

I went to the restaurant,
and you weren't there,

and then I heard
about the murder and --

The restaurant?
I went to the pub.

And when you didn't turn up
and I learned about the murder,

I thought that --

It's all right.
It's over now.

You're lucky I don't book you
both for wasting police time.

We're sorry, Inspector.

What Inspector Thorne
wanted to say next was...

How I envy you both, the bravery
to embrace true love,

to take that first leap
into the unknown,

to say to another,
"I love you."

To say those words out loud
and mean them,

without care
of rejection or ridicule.

I fear my heart's
not that strong.

I fear those words of love
once spoken,

if not returned in kind,
would be my last.

But what
he chose to say was...

Clear off, the pair of you,
before I change my mind.

While Karen Freedman
and Robin Brunswick's

confessions had failed to shine
a light on who really did kill

Professor Rhineheart,
tour guide Sally Capstan

had lit upon evidence
she hoped would be of a more

financially beneficial kind.

Yes, I've got the proof.

It's going to cost you.

Meet me in the Embittered Hack
in half an hour.

Evening, Aunt Jane.

Hm?

Oh! evening, Matty.

You ever heard stories
of a local cat burglar

known as the Raven?

Well, I can't say that I have.

You need to speak to
Sally Capstan.

She worked at
Hargreaves, New York?

She interned for
Professor Rhineheart.

It's odd that she never
mentioned it.

Are you okay? You keep yawning.

I am really tired
for some reason.

I'm going to get an early night.

Night.

Night, Aunt Jane.

Despite Matilda having
spent many happy hours

curled up in a corner
of her Aunt Jane's bookshop,

devouring the myriad of
crime fiction novels

that lined the shops
aging shelves...

...a real life murder had never
darkened the shop's door...

until now.

I swear I had nothing
to do with his death.

Professor Rhineheart?

Hello?

Sally?

What's all the noise?