All language subtitles for Midsomer.Murders.S22E03.1080p.STV.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-BTN.eng

Oh, those things will be the death of you.

Plus, I'm not having you go downstairs

with your head wreathed in smoke. Steam!

Oh, whatever. It looks like your head's on fire.

Got some business. Seriously?

It won't take long. Oh, Victor!

You don't have to win every time.

Evening, sir. How are you
doing? Thank you very much.

You could at least crack a smile.

It's hard to know where Victor's
arse ends and Joshua's lips begin.

All these people here to celebrate your birthday,

the least you can do is raise a glass.

Oh, no, I shouldn't.

Listen, one of us should be drinking.

And seeing as I can't, it
might as well be my sister.

You promise?

The baby is safe, Alicia. OK?

How dare you!

It's the truth.

And I've got the photos to prove it!

Don't you walk away from me!

I-I never touched him...

I promise! He was dead before I...

Good evening. I'm Inspector Doppler.

Doppler of the Yard, they call me.

Sadly, it's my duty to inform
you that this is now a crime scene.

If you'd like to return to the hall,

I shall address you in a few moments.

What do you think, Mum? Too much blood?

Well, it is the jugular. It's bound to spurt.

Shame. Nice shirt, that.

Right, let's see if anyone's
bright enough to solve the mystery.

One of your best, I think.

Hugo...

Glasses. Oh, yes, glasses.

Rest of the character.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's
my job to uncover the identity

of a murderer who hides in plain sight.

Now, I should warn you,
unravelling this won't be easy.

There will be lies. There will be red herrings.

There may even be more murders.

I'm, er, I'm just going upstairs.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Can you beat me to it? Do you have what it takes?

CHOKING Victor?

HE GASPS Victor?

Somebody help him!

Victor!

Where's the tortoise?

What? I can't find the tortoise!

Well, it must be somewhere.

Betty always plays with the tortoise.

Why can't things be put back
where they... I mean, how hard is it?

It's a perfectly good game, and now it's...

Look, I don't think it matters,

and when she comes down
from her bath, neither will Betty.

I'm gonna take a wild guess

and say this isn't really about
a missing board game piece.

Oh, there's some hidden meaning, is there?

Well, you tell me. You've
been in a foul mood all evening.

I just don't like losing things!

Well, I'm sure Betty and
I will bear that in mind.

Yes, Winter.

Really?

Yes, of course. I'll see you there.

You have to go? Don't wait up.

You know, not everything has to mean something.

Says the detective.

Nice togs, Sir. Very, er, Fisherman's Friend.

Well, I find it beats drowned rat.

Victor Karras, head of Karras
Games. Board games, mainly,

high-end stuff, old fashioned, beautifully made,

apparently very classy. We bought Betty one.

Does she play it? When we've got all the pieces.

Never mind.

Access by chain ferry only.
They don't make it easy, do they?

Well, perhaps Victor Karras valued his privacy.

Yeah, or his safety.

I'd say that was a bit less
successful, wouldn't you?

They're all life-size replicas of
various Karras Games, apparently.

Probably wishes now they
didn't include Dogman here.

Anubis. Sorry?

Anubis.

Embalmer, protector of tombs.

The god who got to decide a soul's fate.

Closet Egyptology expert?

Closet The Mummy Returns fan.

So, this is just a nasty accident, isn't it?

It would be if Anubis here
had actually done him in.

He didn't?

Cyanide. Poison? You're sure?

As much as I can be at
this stage. Bright red, see?

Tell-tale sign. Cyanide prevents
the cells from using oxygen.

So the bright red
oxyhaemoglobin stays in the blood.

The poor chap was as good as
dead long before Anubis got involved.

Any idea how the cyanide was administered?

Most likely in something he
ate or drank, don't you think?

And how fast afterwards?

Anything from, say, two to 15 minutes.

Half an hour, tops.

So, time of death?

Most witnesses have it at between
ten past and quarter past eight,

which seems about right.

Let's find out what Victor
Karras did, where he went,

what he ate and drank in
the half hour before he died.

That's our window.

I understand this isn't easy, Mrs Karras,

but I'd like to know about your
movements from around seven thirty.

We were in the bedroom. Josh was there, too.

Josh? Joshua Kilbride.

He's been Victor's assistant for years.

He needed Victor's
signature on a couple of things.

Why do I have to do this now?

Don't want anything hanging over
us, do we? Not on your big night.

You'll thank me in the morning. I doubt it.

Pay no attention, Joshua. I never do.

Those things will be the death of you.

One a day, that was the rule.

The doctor told him so, and
he'd already vaped in the morning.

You said your husband had
a whisky? Josh had one, too.

And then you went to the party? Not right away.

Victor had some business to deal
with. I don't know what or who with.

Did your husband eat or
drink anything at the party?

Some champagne, that's all.

Er, he said he wasn't feeling very well.

I told him he had to drink
something. It was good manners.

Is it possible someone could have
tampered with your husband's drink?

Tampered? What do you mean?

We believe your husband was poisoned, Mrs Karras.

Poisoned?

Will you be OK? Crossing the Styx?

As long as I remember to pay the ferryman.

Would you do me a favour? I'm
gonna be tied up here a bit longer.

I can't get a mobile signal.

You want me to let Sarah
know? Tell her I'll be late.

And also that I'm...

Just that I'll be late.

I wouldn't hang about,
though. It's getting a bit biblical.

Sir, I spoke to Helen Welles.

It's her company that does the murder mysteries.

It's a bit of a family affair, actually.

Her husband's the detective,
and her son's one of the waiters.

What's her story?

They were here mid-afternoon to set up.

Everything was done through
Joshua Kilbride, he's Victor Karass' PA.

She didn't know Victor Karras?

Met him for the first time
today, same with the caterers.

We know Victor Karras didn't eat anything.

And the champagne came from a fresh bottle.

So, right now, I'm only interested in
who was near enough to poison him

under everybody else's noses.

That's the immediate family and
the three murder mystery actors.

The others, get their details. They can go home.

Maybe we should do the same.

Just over there. Yep, that way.

There we go, madam, thank you.

Just a moment, please.

It's the ferry! THUNDERCLAP

Prussic acid?

There are bottles of the
stuff locked in a storeroom.

The thing is that the
key's just on a nail outside.

Anyone could've got in. So...?

So, Prussic acid is another
name for hydrogen cyanide.

Mrs Karras.

The ferry's gone. It just washed away.

There's no other way off
the island. What about a boat?

The current just took out the
ferry. You wanna try it on a boat?

So, what are you saying? We're stuck?

Until someone can work out
how to get us to the mainland,

no-one's going anywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen, as you
are aware, for the time being,

none of us is leaving this island.

However, that doesn't mean
that the investigation will stop.

DS Winter here and I
will be talking to all of you.

And I would like you to make
yourselves available at any time.

Meanwhile, I'd like everyone's
mobile phones and computers.

You're kidding. And you are?

Danni Karras. Victor was my father.
And you can't just take our phones.

I'm sure nobody minds. If it
helps them catch the murderer.

I've got nothing to hide.

For God's sake, Danni. Just do as he asks!

There's no signal, it's not
like... It's not about that.

She's saying we have rights. I'm quite capable

of speaking for myself, thank you. Just saying.

We do have to get to the bottom of...

I'm sorry. Who asked you?
Do you mind? He's my husband.

Please. Can we not row?

It sounds like somebody here would prefer it

if the murderer wasn't found.
Have you got something to say?

You tell me. I'm not the one
keeping my cards hidden.

That's enough! All of you! Do
you think this is some sort of game?

I watched my husband die tonight.
Killed by someone in this room.

Do whatever you need to do, Inspector.

You can hand over your devices
to Sergeant Winter on your way out.

Those with laptops, please get
them and hand them in right away.

So, the game's afoot.

HE CHUCKLES Hugo Welles.

We have a lot in common.

Really?

We're both students of the human mind, Inspector.

The killer's psyche.

Like you, I solve mysteries. I see.

Restoring order to chaos, righting wrongs.

Please, look on me as a resource.

We're gonna get to the
bottom of this. I know we are.

"We"?

It doesn't have a password on
it. Victor didn't think he needed it.

You're not much of a fan
of Danni Karras, are you?

Daddy's golden girl? Not much. Because...?

She's greedy, ambitious and has
a fist where her heart ought to be.

Do you think she could've killed her father?

Honestly? I've no idea.

But whatever she might say,
trust me, she's not that sorry.

Why not?

Victor was meant to retire this year,

and Danni was all set to take over the business.

She'd already started a big PR drive.

Online, magazines, newspapers,
you name it. Company relaunch.

The whole works. Only, Victor changed his mind.

How did she react?

Publicly? Full support. "My father's
the company's greatest asset."

All that guff. And privately?

Not so much.

You know, the only reason he
drank anything is because I made him.

Because I said it would be polite.

If that's how... It's not your fault.

I don't understand. One of us?

They'll find out.

They'll catch whoever did this. I promise.

I didn't kill my father, Inspector.

And certainly not for a job that
might not exist in six months' time.

Is Karras Games in trouble?

We're facing a hostile takeover
bid, but we're fighting for survival,

so as far as motives go,
Inspector, you may want to re-think.

Can you tell me where you
were earlier this evening?

At the party, like everyone else. All the time?

I went out for a cigarette.

Ever since Eleanor got him to switch to vaping,

Dad had got all evangelical about fags.

What do you want?!

'I've no idea what it was all about.'

After that, I went back inside,

didn't want to be late for the party.

Three-line whip and all that.

And at the party, did you see your father?

Not to talk to. Noah was still smarting.

Noah? My partner.

Earlier in the day, he'd given Dad a present.

Oh, you shouldn't have done.

The platter that got broken
the other day, it's Kintsugi.

The Japanese art of repairing
broken pottery. You don't hide a repair.

You accept it, celebrate it.
This is, erm, glass, not pottery.

I had a bit of a scavenge.

Salvaged some of the bits I found in
the bin today. And nothing's wasted.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I'm telling you. Kintsugi is the next big thing.

I don't think Dad was very impressed.

With the present? With the pitch.

Noah's looking for investors.

Dad made it pretty clear he
wasn't going to be one of them.

How did that make Noah feel?

I don't think he spiked Dad's
drink, if that's what you mean.

But ask him.

You never know, the head-on approach
might just crack the case wide open.

I was Victor Karras's accountant
until about six months ago.

Then he decided to take his business elsewhere,

that's how they describe it.

He fired you. Well, there was a mix-up.

It was a lot of nonsense.

Victor's tax return was late and he
had to pay a hefty fine, thousands.

He blamed Paul. How did that make you feel?

Clients come and go, Sergeant. I got over it.

Look, Victor invited us tonight,
and we were happy to be here.

What time did you come down to the party?

Um, a little before eight.

I remember because Paul
had his shot at seven forty-five.

His shot? B12. I'm anaemic.

It stops me, you know, keeling over. And then...?

We both came down and
were in the hall right up until...

I just keep seeing him.

Victor. On the floor, just...

Catch who did this, Sergeant, please.

They'll be comparing what we say.

Details, timelines, granular stuff.

Really? Seeing if our stories match.

That's what I'd do. What if they don't?

It's easy to make a mistake. Then what?

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

A trained detective can tell
the difference between a mistake

and a lie.

Can they? Oh, yes, there are signs.

"Tells", we call them.

It was the solution to the mystery
in Dead Beckoning, wasn't it? Hmm?

Murder At The Yacht Club.

The victim was stabbed
with a pair of nautical dividers.

Gosh. Oh, it was marvellous.

The killer gave himself away
when Hugo pressed him on his alibi.

With experience, you get to recognise the signs.

You can tell what someone's thinking.

Really. Can you tell what I'm thinking right now?

What are we going to do?

It'll be OK. Trust me.

You think it's one of them?
Can't quite see it, can you?

Mm. Then again, it might be me.

They know about Dad
changing his mind and staying on.

They say it gives me a motive. That's crazy.

It's also true.

It's called Hounds and Jackals.

They were playing it 4,000
years ago in Ancient Egypt.

I'm more of a draughts man, myself.

Victor loved them - games, puzzles.

He had that sort of mind. I can see. And that?

It's a Japanese puzzle box, very intricate,

almost impossible to get into.

Victor gave me this for my last
birthday. To bring me good luck.

He hid it in there.

Said if I could figure out
how to find it, I could keep it.

And you did? I did not.

In the end, he took pity on me and opened it.

He waited till I was out of the room, mind.

So, no idea how to get in? Not a clue.

I'm afraid reception's a bit patchy
around here at the best of times.

I was hoping to call my wife.

You might have a bit more luck on the landline.

Just no guarantee you'll get
to the end of your conversation.

Mrs Karras? I'm fine. It's just the baby.

Do you have children, Inspector? A little girl.

Ooh, this one's a boy, I'm sure of it.

What does Danielle make of you being pregnant?

She's been an only child for a long time.

I don't worry too much what
my step-daughter thinks.

Besides, it doesn't really
matter. I'm not keeping it.

I'm a surrogate for my sister. Alicia?

She wants a baby and can't
conceive. I don't, and can.

It's the obvious solution. I hope it works.

And I've arranged a room
for you and your Sergeant.

You'll find toothbrushes and
some of Victor's pyjamas on the bed.

Thank you.

Landline's down too, then?

Looks like it. Oh, Victor's? Yeah.

Bit on the generous side.
Still, yours should fit OK.

Why...? Oh, I gave them a rinse.

Who knows how long they'll have to last?

I just turn mine inside out, Sir.

Oh, I asked about the, um, prussic acid.

Apparently, it was left over from
when the house was fumigated

a few years ago. No-one thought to get rid of it.

You don't snore, do you, Winter? Certainly not!

Although I'm told that I do breathe heavily.

And grind my teeth. And talk.

'Several villages
along the banks of the river

'have been evacuated...

Oh, I don't know if he's tried
calling. The landline's down too.

I blame Brenda.

The storm. They gave it a name. And chose Brenda?

Yeah, apparently.

Doesn't fully capture the raw,
elemental power of nature, does it?

Anyway, John wanted me to let
you know he was going to be late.

Oh, that's nice of him.

Only, now he's not coming home at all.

What? The chain ferry's gone.

You can't get a boat across, and
there's no other way off the island.

What, he's trapped? Er, marooned.

It's not like they're in any danger.

Apart from the obvious. What, being flooded?

If only. No, they're stuck
in the house with a killer.

And I'd say the closer those
two get to unmasking them,

the more dangerous it'll get. Wouldn't you?

Sir. There's someone in the study.

Too late.

Sir!

Off you go, then.

I saw someone slip out,
which I thought was suspicious

in this weather, you know, and at night.

So I thought I'd... Have a go?

Er, lend a hand.

Do you have any idea who it was?

Well, it was so dark, you know,
and the rain. It was very confusing.

Next time you feel like helping,
Mr Welles, will you do me a favour?

Oh, of course, yes. Don't!

You know, stopping you from
catching whoever was out here

might've been deliberate.

'Amber weather warnings
have been issued by the Met Office

'as Storm Brenda continues to lash the country.

'Flooding is now a very real
possibility for many communities,

'and rescue services are
working tirelessly along the banks

'of the river and neighbouring towns.

'With temperatures set to fall,
snow and blizzard conditions

'are forecast within the next
few days and travel chaos...'

The plots, the who done it and
how, I come up with all of them.

I'm guessing you know a bit about poisons.

Ah, you found one of my
clues. The next murder weapon.

My sergeant did. Oh, I was
gonna be the next victim.

Someone had laced my
profiteroles. How enterprising.

Oh, I'm a stickler for research.

My stories explore the darker
reaches of the human condition,

and it's important to get the science right.

I've used arsenic, aconite, hemlock, twice.

I'm a big fan of botulinum, particularly nasty.

How about cyanide? Have you ever used that?

It's one of my favourites.

I used it on He Who Slays
The Piper: Murder Most Foul

at a plumber's convention.

You told my Sergeant you'd never
met Victor Karras before yesterday.

No, I always dealt with Joshua, his assistant.

Then perhaps you can tell
me what the row was about?

I'm... not sure I follow.

You were seen rowing with
Victor just before the party.

I'm wondering what that could
have been about if you'd never met.

OK, er, 25 years ago,

I... I invented a board game.

A serial killer is loose in the
great London Smog of 1952.

You're a policeman, can you catch him in time?

Anyway, I sent it to Karras Games.

Naturally, I thought I'd come
up with the next Monopoly.

So, what happened? Well, nothing, of course.

So, I just shrugged and sort of forgot about it.

Then, a couple of years later, they
announced their brand-new game,

which was my game,

except you were the killer, not the detective.

You think they stole your
idea? Of course they did.

I tried to sue,

but they were big and powerful and I... I wasn't.

So you dropped the case. I'm not stupid.

I knew I couldn't win.

I just got on with my life, tried
to pretend it never happened.

So, when Joshua contacted
me about doing a murder mystery,

I couldn't believe it.

Victor Karras, a chance
to confront him face to face.

You think you can just walk
in here demanding money?

I don't want your money! I want you to apologise!

Well, he just laughed in my face. And afterwards?

Well, I went and found the others

and did the first part of the murder mystery.

Right away?

OK, um, I was upset.

I needed a moment to
myself, so I went to get a drink.

Where? The hall? The kitchen.

Can anybody vouch for that?
I don't know. It was very busy.

Your son served Victor his
champagne, I understand.

What, you think I put cyanide in the champagne

and got Andrew to give that glass to Victor?

Well, that's absurd.

Consider this. Victor Karras
didn't die when we think he did.

Mr Welles... He actually died much later,

an elaborate ruse to throw us off the scent.

So elaborate it involved him

also being impaled by a
life-size figure of Anubis?

Oh, smoke and mirrors. Have you
checked for traces of fake blood?

All right. They all did it. What?

Not one killer. Multiple killers.

Each contributing a grain of cyanide, I suppose.

Ah, yes, well, when you put it like that...

Erm... Oh.

Thank you, Mr Welles.

Ah, the room where it happens,
eh? Goodbye, Mr Welles.

I've got plenty more theories,
you know. Very happy to share.

No, no. Please. You keep them to yourself.

Bit rude.

What if they find something? They won't.

Are you sure? I took care of it.

Wow. What do you think?

It's very, erm... analogue.

There's nothing wrong with some
good old-fashioned coppering, Winter.

Back to basics, you know?
Logic. Deduction. The mind, Winter.

You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Any joy with Victor's computer?

A daily anagram. More games.

Mm, I took a look at the
financials, but nothing leaps out.

It's like searching a haystack

without knowing what a needle looks like.

Anyway... back to the salt mines.

Oh, you can rub that question mark out.

Alicia Matheson was with
her husband the whole time.

Really? That's what she told me.

Danni Karras says she saw
her on her own just before eight.

Uh... yes. I came upstairs briefly.

You told my sergeant you were
with your husband the whole time.

I'm sorry. I was... Well,
I was a bit embarrassed.

Why?

I have eczema. It was playing up.

I didn't want it to ruin the evening.

So I went to get some of this. I
make it myself, with lavender oil.

So you see, Inspector, it's
nothing shady, it's just a bit yucky.

Very nice.

Your sister told me about the baby.

Isn't she amazing? So generous, I...

We tried everything, but the IVF
wasn't working, and we couldn't...

It is so expensive.

I tried to help, but I work for a shipping firm.

I enjoy it, but it doesn't pay much.

And, um, it wasn't just
the money, though, it was...

It was thinking, "This
time, it'll work. This time."

And then it...

So your sister stepped in?
And now everything is wonderful.

Thanks to her.

He knows about the game. And he
said Andrew gave Victor his champagne.

Oh, he's fishing. Barnaby doesn't
know anything. It's textbook stuff.

He's just trying to smoke you
out. It's spaghetti against the wall.

Which sometimes sticks.

So, what if... I find the killer?

Wouldn't that prove your innocence?

The police...

They don't seem to want my help.

So, why not beat them to it?

This is gonna be fun.

Not bad!

Did Victor Karras know you'd
been stealing from him for months?

There was a routine email
about Victor's household insurance.

On the list, there was a
designer watch, high end,

but I couldn't seem to find any
record of it having been bought

on any of his credit cards.

You had access to the business
credit cards, isn't that right?

So? So, I dug a bit deeper,

and I found that there were no
statements for one of its cards

for the last six months.

Someone deleted them from
both your computer and Victor's.

I was able to restore the original
versions of the deleted files.

Clever you.

It was you who broke into
the study last night, wasn't it?

You deleted the files to cover up your fraud.

That's an ugly word.

You used the card to make
purchases totalling £68,000.

What word would you use?

Do you know what it's
like to be taken for granted?

Without me, nothing would've worked.

But Victor didn't care, or
even notice. So I decided to...

Steal? Balance the books.

Any idea who sent me this?

I'd start with Paul Matheson,
because he'd always blamed me

for Victor firing him.

That I was the reason the tax
return was late and Victor was fined.

Not true, but it made him feel better.

Paul always said he'd get his own
back. What's the betting he has?

Yes. Yes, it was me. And the message on the desk?

You tipped them off? We'd both worked so hard.

You were in on this? I was
shopping about six weeks ago.

I saw Joshua buying a watch, a nice one.

I assumed it was for Victor, but weeks went by

and neither Victor nor El mentioned it,

and he certainly wasn't wearing it.

Which made me wonder.

So last time I was here, I had a good look round.

And you found proof?

Receipts, a huge telly, foreign
currency, body care stuff.

The plan was to gather enough
evidence and then tell Victor.

Revenge. Payback!

Joshua forgot to file the return.

But he lied, covered his backside,
and Victor believed him over me.

Well, this way, Victor would see the truth.

Only, Victor died before you could do anything.

Um, will Joshua be charged?
That's up to Mrs Karras.

Oh... He should've known better.

You don't cross Eleanor.
And you don't stand in her way.

What my sister wants,
Inspector, my sister usually gets.

You know, if he was here
right now, he'd love all of this.

Everyone stuck here.

Secrets, lies, not knowing who to trust.

One giant game. When did you become so bitter?

He promised me the job.

He didn't think you were ready.

I'm sure you went out of your
way to convince him otherwise.

I'm not your enemy, Danni. I never was.

He loved you. We both do.

Everything goes to you now, doesn't it?

The house, controlling shares
in the business, everything.

That's right.

Well played.

There's something I should have told you.

Victor was convinced there was
a leak inside the company, a mole.

He hired somebody to find out. An investigator?

He didn't tell anyone else he'd
done it. He didn't know who to trust.

There was a report.

It came back last week. Proof, he said.

He knew the mole's identity? I think so.

He didn't tell you? No, but it was someone close.

I'm sure of it.

After the meeting with
the investigator, he was...

subdued, like he'd got bad news.

Where is this report now? He hid it.

It's not in the safe, I know that much.

He said too many people knew the combination.

Why didn't you mention this before?

I didn't want to believe it,

that someone so close to us could betray us

and then kill to protect themselves.

And you think that's what happened?

He was going to reveal
their identity this weekend.

Only he never got the chance.

Did you know about Joshua
Kilbride defrauding Victor Karras?

It was my idea.

After everything Josh had done for that...

You had every reason to
resent Victor Karras, didn't you?

He also cheated your mother.

Yeah, I didn't know anything about that.

Mum only told me today. I had no idea.

Believe me, I didn't poison Victor.

And I didn't help my mother to either.

I had no reason. What about Joshua?

Joshua didn't kill Victor.

We had every reason to keep him alive.

I'm sorry Victor Karras is dead.

Not because of the way he
died, or the pain it's caused.

I'm sorry because it means
we can't carry on bleeding him,

bit by little bit.

And for Victor to be too arrogant and stupid

to even know it's happening.

I loved that we could do that.

It meant we were smarter... stronger.

It meant we'd won.

Andrew Welles said that his mother

never said anything about
her link with Victor Karras.

Go on. A coincidence like that,

you'd think you'd mention it. Yes, you might.

So, I'm thinking, what if it was her idea?

If she wanted to confront Victor,

she could hardly make an appointment.

The murder mystery gave her a way in.

But it was Joshua Kilbride who approached them

because of his relationship with Andrew.

She couldn't have planned for that.
Hmm, if Andrew's telling the truth.

They're in it together?

If Victor Karras didn't want
to put something in the safe,

where would he hide it? It depends what it is.

A report that revealed who had betrayed him.

A secret compartment? A loose floorboard?

No, it's too obvious.

Everywhere you look, it's games.

Figures in the hall, board games laid out.

You have to solve an anagram
to get into his computer.

Everything's a game, a puzzle.

And if Victor wanted to hide something,

it would be in plain sight. And he'd get a kick

knowing he was the only
one that knew that it was there.

Winter, you're a psychological genius.

I am?

And only Victor knew how to get in?

Victor liked a puzzle.

So do I.

Where have you been?

I think I've found something.

Are you gonna tell the police?

Not yet. Not till I know more.

No good deed goes unpunished.
That's what they say, isn't it?

Thank you.

El? I'm fine, I promise.

Don't be daft.

We need you to stay strong.

Healthy.

For all of us.

Not long now.

This baby, it means the world.

You know that, don't you?

Now who's being daft?

I was never any good at
board games. Too impatient.

I was playing one the other night. Did you win?

Not so's you'd notice.

Would you give up all this,

you know, for something cushy behind a desk?

Are you kidding? Why, would you?

Help!

Alicia! Alicia!

She just collapsed, she can't breathe!

Teacup smells of almonds. Cyanide.

There must be something we
can do. B12. That's what she needs.

Your injection kit, in your room. Now!

I don't understand.

Why would anyone want to poison Alicia?

Cui bono!

Sorry? It's Latin. Who gains?

Or rather, who benefits
from attacking Victor Karras

and Alicia Matheson?

Is this a trick question?
You really think it's one of us?

That's ridiculous. Evidence to the contrary.

I hate this. Not so much fun when it's real, eh?

Why are you so hostile?

Something to hide, maybe?

I've got work to do.

But ask yourself, why
can't it be Poirot over there?

How come he gets to ask all the questions, hmm?

What do any of us know about him?

Textbook deflection. Interesting.

God, you're an idiot.

'She's breathing better.'

The B12 injection seems to have worked.

We believe the poison
was either already in the cup

or added soon afterwards.

But Eleanor poured my tea.

Well, she poured everyone's. Did she?

You don't think...? No, that
doesn't make any sense.

Not Eleanor.

Joshua.

They told you.

A petty thief. How could you?

Maybe if you and Victor had treated
me better, I wouldn't have had to.

We treated you like family. No, no.

That's just the lie you tell
yourself to make you feel better.

When this is over, pack
your things. I want you gone.

What, no verbal warning?

Get out of my sight.

This means something.

But I can't...

It's like... out of reach.

If I could just...

Oh...

It's a lot harder in real life. SHE CHUCKLES

We know Alicia Matheson
was alone at about seven fifty

because she went to get the cream for her arm.

So, what if she saw something?

She'd have told us.

Unless she didn't realise the
significance of what she saw.

Or she was scared of it.

What if she saw something, or someone,

who she didn't want to believe was guilty?

Like the sister who's carrying her baby.

Unless he changed his will, then, yes, Inspector,

my husband left everything
to me. It's not unusual.

But it is a motive. Money always is.

Only if you want it, and I
don't. I want my husband back.

Have you any idea how the
poison got into your sister's tea?

None.

A room full of people.

No-one saw a thing, other
than you handing out the cups.

Are you really suggesting
I poisoned my own sister?

The same sister I'm carrying
a baby for, that sister?

Perhaps you changed your mind.
Decided you wanted to keep the baby.

A, that's ridiculous.

B, there is no legally-binding contract

for surrogates in this
country. I am the legal parent.

If I wanted to keep the baby, I could.

I love my sister. It is about time she was happy.

I'm giving her life, Inspector!

Why on earth would I want to take it away?

Hugo.

He came to see how I was. That's kind.

Erm, I should go. Leave you to rest. Thank you.

I made you this.

It's, er, from a can, so it's perfectly...

Sorry, I...

I just thought I was going to lose you.

Hush.

What if whoever it was tries again?

Well, then I've got you to look
after me, and our baby, haven't I?

'Up and down the country,
communities have been cut off

'as rivers burst their banks,
with widespread flooding reported.

'Amber and yellow warnings are still in place,

'but the worst of Storm
Brenda seems to have passed.'

This is driving me crazy.
It's like being on Alcatraz.

Not for much longer. Why? What's happened?

Hugo is close to a solution. That's right.

And when he reveals it, some
of you will have to eat your words.

Hello?

What is that?

It's from a game, Hounds And Jackals.

Pretty apt, I'd say.

His wife said that she last saw
him at eleven thirty last night

when they went to bed.

So, why did he come down here?

I want to know where everyone
was between then and this morning.

What do we do with him?

We can't move him.

Fleur would kill us, me especially.

And, in the absence of a freezer,

let's hope the cavalry get here before too long.

What is it? Good luck.

I don't understand. Hugo Welles was holding it.

The chain is broken. As if he tore it off.

But that's... that's impossible.

You already sugared it.

Oh. Sorry.

Where were you after eleven thirty last night?

I was in my room.

The first I knew about what had happened was...

..this morning.

When you found the body?

Have you any idea how Hugo
Welles came to have this?

I keep it in a jewellery box in my
room. Somebody must've taken it.

I didn't do anything, Inspector.
You have to believe me.

CLATTER, THUD Oh.

What? No mark at all? No scratches, nothing.

If she'd been wearing the
charm when it was ripped off,

wouldn't there be a mark? Maybe.

It's hardly conclusive, though.
How did you get on with the others?

Well, they all swear that they were in bed.

There's a surprise
Although there was one thing.

Apparently, Helen Welles
told everyone that her husband

was on the verge of cracking the case.

Was he? Did she say how?
Just that he'd worked it out.

I'll talk to her. Mind if I have a go at this?

Be my guest. See which one of us cracks it first.

Another game? It's catching.

Hugo gave this to me. He found
it outside in the grass by the river.

You didn't tell me about this, Mum.

Erm, your father asked me not to tell anyone.

Hugo thought it had something to
do with what was thrown into the river

the night before last? He just wasn't sure what.

And then we were sitting on
the stairs, and suddenly he...

he leapt to his feet.

'He was... he was buzzing.'

'He gave it to me to look after.
He said it was really important.

'Said he knew how Victor was poisoned.'

He was so excited.

He just needed the last piece of the jigsaw.

Oh...

I wish he'd never started.
She, um... She needs to rest.

He wanted to wait. You know,
until everyone was assembled.

The big reveal.

Just like we do when...

All these years, writing about murder, death.

Like it's some sort of... parlour game.

It isn't, is it?

How am I supposed to work without
a phone or the internet or anything?

I'm sure you'll think of a way. It's ridiculous.

You could always try shouting
at it until it does what you want.

I don't want to be here any more. None of us do.

I don't want to be with you.

When all this is over, I'm moving out.

What do you mean? How
long's this gonna go on for?

I get that you're frustrated, but I
am sick of you taking it out on me.

Find someone else to kick, Danni. I'm done.

So he'd worked out how Victor was poisoned?

Apparently.

And it has something to do with this?

Well, it'd help if I knew what it was.

So, one minute he didn't know,
and the next minute he did?

Did everything but shout eureka.
Where was he when he saw the light?

The vape kit.

What about it?

Eleanor Karras told us that Victor wanted to vape

just before the party. She made him put it away.

Yeah, that's right. So, where is it?

It was last seen in the
dressing room. But it's not there.

I think... that this is a part of the kit.

I think that's what the
killer threw into the river.

But why?

Because that's how Victor Karras was poisoned.

He didn't drink cyanide or eat it. He inhaled it.

But... I know the last time he vaped

was in the morning.

And whoever heard of slow-acting cyanide?

How are you getting on?

Erm, I'm about that far away
from going at it with a hammer.

Try not to. It's worth a fortune. Yeah, well...

I take it out. I put it in.

Nothing. I mean, it's
beautiful, I'll give you that.

Everything matches perfectly.

It's... but...

In some cultures...

artists would include...

a deliberate imperfection in their work

to show that they were merely...

..human.

You see, God is perfect.

But humans, not so much.

One private investigator report.

I don't love you any more.
No, see, I think that's a lie.

I think you were much more interested in Dad.

Don't be stupid. Your
latest get-rich-quick scheme.

And since you'd spaffed away your
own money, you wanted his instead.

I was just the way in. That's not true.

Now he's gone, you want to sod
off. So go. I'm not stopping you.

And, er, good luck finding
some other sucker for this.

It's the future. It's lipstick on a pig.

See?

Hey, one bar. Ah, no, it's gone.

Oh, back again.

The investigator traced a series
of texts and calls to the opposition.

All from a pay-as-you-go phone. Yeah, of course.

But he was able to match GPS traces
and calls to a regular smart phone.

Whose? It doesn't say, just a number.

Well, how are we gonna match a name to it?

One bar, you said?

Yours, I believe.

You were the mole.

Dan?

Karras Games is going under. Nothing can stop it.

All I did was speed things along
and make some money out of it.

It was the smart thing to do.

And the 30 pieces of silver didn't hurt, right?

But then your father found out it was you.

What, Dad knew? He hired an investigator.

Well, that wasn't...

Why didn't he tell me?

I could've... explained.

It was just a way of... it
wasn't about him or us,

it was just... just business.

He wasn't meant to find out.

Why did he do that?

Get an investigator to dig?

Because now he died thinking I... that I...

Your father was going to
reveal everything after the party.

And you think I killed him
to stop that from happening?

I didn't know, Inspector, about
the investigator or the report.

And if I did, what would've been the point?

The damage was already done.

There was only one person
who I never wanted to find out.

And he's the only one who knew.

What happened there? A disagreement.

Quite a jigsaw.

You repaired this with stuff
thrown out on the day of the party,

didn't you? That's right.

From the bins outside. Why?

The river's definitely going down, Sir.

Should be able to get a boat across later,

start ferrying people to the mainland.

OK, let's keep that to ourselves for now.

In the meantime, see if
you can find out what, um...

"nit-rile" means, if anything.

But how? There's no internet.

Once upon a time, we had things called books.

They can be quite useful.
That room's full of them.

See what you can find.

Hm.

Ah.

Acetonitrile. It's a compound
containing carbon and nitrogen.

Is it a poison? Yes. But here's the thing,

it takes 12 hours to work. 12 hours?

Yeah, in that time, it metabolises,
it changes into something else.

Slow-acting cyanide.

So, the murderer replaces the cartridge...

from the vape kit with the poisoned one.

Then gets rid of the empty ampoule,

assuming it will get lost
in the rest of the rubbish.

They have a perfect alibi.

They can be wherever they
want to be, with whoever they like,

when Victor dies.

There's just one loose end.

The vape kit itself.

And they have to retrieve
that because if we get hold of it,

we'll find traces of acetonitrile.

Not a problem. After all,
they've got 12 hours to do it in.

All they have to do is wait until dark

and then throw it in the river. Foolproof.

They didn't count on Noah
Adomakoh going through the bins,

getting raw materials

to prove Kintsugi is the next big thing.

So that's the how, just
the who and the why to go.

I've got a good idea who.

We just have to prove it.

You should all be able to
go home within the hour.

Oh, at last! Are you close to solving the case?

The investigation is ongoing,
but in the light of evidence retrieved

not only at the scene of the crimes,
but also the grounds by the river...

Thank you, Sergeant.

Yeah, I'm confident that
after forensic examination,

we'll be in a position to make an arrest.

I could do with a change of clothes.

Only so many times you can
turn your socks inside out, right?

Yeah, it'll be good to get home. I expect so.

Or... not?

Sarah and me, we had words, just before I left.

Obviously, I haven't been
able to speak to her since.

Well, the thing is, I was...
Abrupt. High-handed? Intransigent?

Yes, thank you, Winter.

Actually, it was all of the above.

Ah.

Well, I'm sure you'll think
of a way to make it right, Sir.

If everyone would like to go outside,

I'll try and find out what the problem is.

Hello, Alicia.

You set off the alarm to get us out of the room

so you could steal the evidence.

It was a trap, and you fell into it.

I came to your room to get help.

I saw the bags on the bed,
and I was intrigued. But that's all.

You were going to destroy
it. Why would I do that?

Because you know that
when we get it back to the labs,

we'll find traces of acetonitrile.

I don't know what that is.

It's what you used to poison Victor Karras.

This is ridiculous! I didn't poison anybody!

I've never heard of this aceto stuff.

So what if I had a little bit of vape kit?

It's just coincidence.

Who said anything about a vape kit?

How could she be the killer?

She's one of the victims!

That's what you wanted us to believe, isn't it?

That and the fact that your
sister was the murderer.

You poisoned your own teacup,

I'm guessing with a very
small amount of the prussic acid

from the kitchen.

Do you know how absurd that sounds?

It was a risk, but you were
never in any real danger.

As you knew that your husband had the antidote.

Unfortunately, for you,
despite your best efforts,

there still wasn't enough to arrest Eleanor.

But then, Hugo Welles
started to get close to the truth,

and he presented a golden opportunity.

So you lured him to the dining
room, where you stabbed him

and left Eleanor's charm at the scene.

Then why aren't you saying all this to her?

She's obviously the killer, not me!

Do you want to put some cream
on that? It must be uncomfortable.

No, I'm fine.

It's, um, lavender oil you use, right?

What's that got to do with anything?

It was Eleanor's charm that was bothering me.

Why would she wear it in the middle of the night?

If Hugo tore it off her in the struggle,

then why wasn't there a mark on her neck?

I began to wonder if the charm had been planted.

So I looked a bit closer,

which was when I knew it was you who had done it.

Really, Sherlock? And how did you do that?

I could smell the lavender.

When we get everything back to the labs,

we'll find evidence of
acetonitrile on the vape kit

and traces of the skin cream you make.

And that's before we examine Hugo's body

and take your clothes to be tested.

Stabbing someone like that,

you'd be amazed at the traces it leaves behind.

Game's over.

Alicia?

Tell me it's not true.

You killed my Hugo?

He came to see me.

He thought Joshua was the murderer.

It's Joshua.

'He'd worked out that Victor's vape was poisoned,

'which Joshua had easy access to.

'He'd seen Eleanor sack Joshua,

'so he knew all about his stealing from Victor.

'And he'd seen that Joshua had
the opportunity to poison me at tea.'

Hugo.

'I told him I had something
important I needed to tell him.'

But I can't do it here...

'So I'd meet him later.'

Yes.

Silly man, blundering
around, getting so much wrong.

He got the vape kit right, quicker than I did.

Yes.

Yes, he got that right.

But what if he realised his mistake

and somehow he could put the pieces together?

I... I couldn't take that risk. I'm sorry. I am.

But I had no choice.

I want to know why.

You have to ask?

I need to know.

I found out, OK?

I know what you were going to
do. What are you talking about?

I know you were going to take my baby.

I found the estimate for the nursery.

The new nursery that you were going to build.

You were going to take my baby
away. That's not what we were...

No, at first, I couldn't believe it,
but then I heard you with Victor.

If you're happy, I'm
happy. Do it. We can't hang around.

For God's sake, don't say anything to Alicia.

If she finds out early, it'll ruin everything.

It's my baby. Mine. I couldn't let you do that.

So you killed Victor...

Well, I couldn't harm you. Not with the baby.

But if you were found guilty of his murder...

The baby would be given to you.

We had waited so long.

And I couldn't just sit by
while you got your way, again,

like you always do.

Don't you see? I did it for us. For our family.

You got it all wrong.

I don't think so.

The estimate, what you heard.

We weren't gonna build a nursery here.

I know you're lying. I heard you.

Not all of it.

If she finds out early, it'll ruin everything.

Well, we, er, don't want to
spoil the surprise, do we?

You are a good man, my
love. She's gonna be so happy.

No, that's, um...

That's not possible.

I was never going to keep the baby.

It was always going to be
yours. The child you deserve.

What have I done?

When we get back,

get onto the shipping firm
Alicia Matheson works for.

I'm guessing somewhere
there's a shipment of acetonitrile

that went missing.

She has a certain majestic
quality, don't you think?

Good murder mystery weekend? It had its moments.

It wasn't cyanide. I ran some tests. It was...

Acetonitrile. I know. Very good.

How did you find out? It
was handed to me on a platter.

Happy families.

Which, ironically, is all Alicia Matheson wanted.

On the whole, I wish she'd
stuck to Mr Bun the Baker.

Listen, Eleanor... No.

Noah...

Are you coming, Sir? I'll catch you up.

Mrs Karras?

Inspector.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your husband.

Thank you.

I've decided to keep the baby.

Something good to come out of all this, you know?

I know.

It sounds strange to say thank
you, but if there's anything I can do...

Actually, um, there is something.

The Karras family had the game.

Eleanor Karras didn't think they'd miss it.

I'm sorry. Betty behaves better than I did.

It was a little extreme.

And you were right.

It wasn't about the, er, missing piece.

I've been offered a promotion.
It's more money. Better hours.

I can certainly see why that
would have put you in a foul mood.

And the other night, I, er, knew
what I should do for you, for Betty.

It's a great opportunity.

And...?

And I'll be behind a desk
with a nice rubber plant

and lots of paper, and I
won't solve anything again.

That's why I was, er, a
little bit tetchy. I'm sorry.

When do they need an answer? Tomorrow.

What will you tell them? I wasn't sure.

And then this last couple of days...

..that moment when it all... when you...

Let someone else have the rubber plant.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Fancy a game?

It's a bit of a faff to set up, isn't it?

Besides, it's not much of a game for two players.

Yeah, that's, er... That's not what I meant.

But first, I'd like you to do
something special, just for me.

Name it.

Have a bath.

Bring your wine.

BARKING No, Paddy!

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