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Bloody hell!

Somebody just killed me.

What are we doing here?

I don't want to go to a
true-crime convention.

Don't we have enough crime
in our lives already?

Well, I heard there's something
to do with us going on in there.

- What sort of something?
- I don't know.

That's why I thought we
should go in and find... out.

- Oh.
- It's all very bloodthirsty, isn't it?

Eh, true crime is huge nowadays.

Hundreds of podcasts.

Surprising venue
for a convention.

"Lols."

What are you...
- It was you, wasn't it?

You told Fergus to
break up with me?

Absolutely not.

I would never tell him
to break up with you.

But you told him
about Georgetown.

- Uh...
- Ohh!

I was racking my brains to
work out how he found out.

So obvious.

How could you?

Okay, Lola, you're clearly
upset, and I understand why.

But this isn't the
time or the place.

I'm at work.

We can talk about
this when I get home.

No, I don't want to talk to you.

You know, you're always saying

what a terrible
person Granddad is.

You are such a hypocrite.

- Which way?
- Uh...

That way?

Sorry.
- Wait, hold on a sec.

Didn't we catch him?
- Yeah.

Yeah. We did.

Ugh.

Oh. Trippy.

Last time you saw
him, he peed himself.

Indeed.

Blanchardstown?

In Victorian days,
it was just fields.

There were no dark alleys.

Yeah, it's almost like this
isn't all factually correct

and totally believable.

Have you talked to Lola?

No, no, she won't take my calls.

I'm pretty sure she hates me.

No, I don't think so.

You made a very mature decision,

but you did it in a
very immature way.

You should have let her
have some say in it.

She wouldn't have gone, Harry.

Well, she's going
now. Next week.

Oh!
- Excuse me.

- Nice.
- Wasn't that your one

who killed her sister
for the inheritance?

- Yeah.
- The spooky village, right?

- Oh.
- Come on.

Ah.

Oh, Barbara Quinlan?

Everybody's favorite bad writer
and part-time prostitute.

And a new book...
retired history professor

and a young sidekick?
- Pegasus Mead?

Really?

I was there from the
very beginning, I was.

Got Harry her first Taser gun.

Completely illegal, of course.

Actually, forget I said that.

What was the inspiration
for the podcast, then?

Well, that was actually
my wife Petra's idea.

She said that we owe it to the
world and to Harry and Fergus

to chronicle their exploits
for future generations.

In the meantime, it'd
be a nice little earner.

You're like the Watson
to their Sherlock Holmes.

Oh, I like that one.
Yeah. I might use that.

Glenn.

Harry. Fergus. Oh,
look who it is.

It's our guests
of honor. Ha, ha!

The real Harry and Fergus.

- What was your favorite case?
- Glenn, what the actual hell?

I can explain.

Well, go on then.

What, now? I'll tell you what.

I'll just sign a
couple of autographs

and then I'll be
right with you, Harry.

- Glenn.
- Ooh, that's a bit tender, Harry.

Aah!

What the bloody hell
are you up to, Glenn?

What is all this?
- It's the future, Harry.

Well, look, I suppose
actually, it's the present.

It's right now. You
two are right now.

True crime is massive, isn't it?

Like, I don't know, a... a
magic eight ball in the '70s

or Tamagotchi in the '90s.

I literally have no idea
what you're talking about.

What you do is so now. Okay?

I mean, everyone's mad
into murder these days,

and the way they
want it is podcasts.

The buggers can't
get enough of it.

You do a podcast about us?

Yes, Harry, it's called
"The Wild Files."

Sorry, Fergus, would have
tried to get your name

in there, but, uh, well,

Petra thought it
scanned better without.

Hell of a head for
marketing, that girl.

Well well, well,
so we meet again.

You're writing a book about us.

About you? Absolutely not.

My detectives are the fruits
of my vast imagination.

- A retired professor.
- History professor.

Couldn't be more different.

Although, if you want to get in
on a bit of signing action...

Stop right now.
This is ridiculous.

No more books and
no more podcasts.

Oh, come on, Harry,
be reasonable.

This could be
great for you guys.

Bring in new clients.

I mean, new cases aren't just
going to drop out of the sky.

Bloody hell.

Somebody just killed me.

Good afternoon.

What the bloody hell
is going on here?

You.

I should have known
you'd be involved.

I'm not involved. Apart
from she almost fell on me.

What sort of lax security
have you got here

that lets people almost
fall on other people?

Do you think it was an
accident or was it murder?

Was she murdered?
- No. It's too early to tell.

Trevor, will you get
these people back?

Yeah. No problem.

Everyone move back
a bit, please.

Oy, you, get away from there.

Who are you?

Ollie Reilly, head of security.

Trevor, get something
to cover this up.

Well, may I suggest
you close all the doors

until the Guards get
here? No one in or out.

- Yeah. Good idea, Harry.
- Oh, you're with him, are you?

No. Then no.

You cannot suggest
any such thing.

Do you realize how many people

we have coming in
and out of here?

Yes. One of them
may be a murderer.

- So it is a murder? Oh, my.
- And you are?

Sorry. Mary O'Driscoll.
I'm the event organizer.

And look, don't get me wrong.
It's awful what happened.

It's just awful.

But an actual murder at
a crime convention...

Do you know how much
publicity we're gonna get?

Look, my son's a Guard.

I'll get him here
as soon as I can.

But in the meantime,

if there's a chance
that the killer is here,

we have to do everything we
can to stop him from leaving.

Well, we don't even know
if this is a murder yet.

And we'll find out.

But right now,
we're wasting time.

Oh!

- Barbara.
- Oliver, hello.

Do listen to what
Harry has to say.

She's awfully good at
this sort of thing.

Oh, you know her, too?
Well, that's different.

Uh, Trevor, I want you
to get all the guys,

lock the main entrance,
then get Keith and Andy,

lock the east and west doors.

No one gets in or out. Got it?

Which one am I
supposed to do again?

Oh, for the love of God!

Just get hold of the guys
and lock all the doors!

I don't know how
he got a job here.

I suspect he's
someone's relative.

Right. Barbara, you
better come with me.

I'm going to make a cordon
around the crime scene.

Come on. Move back. Come on.

What have you done to annoy him?

Uh, me and Ollie
go back donkeys.

Can't remember why we
fell out, to be honest.

Although I did once try
and sell him a house

that turned out not to be mine.

Honest mistake.

Do you recognize her?

No. Who is she?

Well, there's something
about her face.

It's very familiar. I just...

I just can't think where from.

Anyway...

If you're phoning to see how
things went with Marcello,

don't bother. He never showed.
- Oh, you're kidding.

I don't know why I even
agreed to meet him.

Well, as useless as he is,
he is your father, Charlie.

Yeah, well, listen,

I'm late for a meeting with
Vivienne, so I don't have...

That'll have to wait. We
have a situation here...

a dead body.

Jesus, Mother!

Y-You shouldn't be
allowed out the door.

Where are you?

At the true-crime convention.

Got it. You know the routine.
Don't touch anything.

Blah blah blah.

We'll be there as
soon as we can.

I'll try upstairs.

Uh, didn't Charlie do his usual

and tell you not
to touch anything?

- Of course he did.
- S...

Tina. I know her
from somewhere.

But where?

Right. We're all locked up.

You call your son?

- Yes. He's on his way.
- Alright.

What do we do now? Do
we shut down the event?

- No, no. You can't.
- She's right.

There are hundreds
of people here.

The news will spread,
but we need to keep it

as quiet as possible
for as long as possible.

Oh, really? Because I
was about to do a tweet.

No tweeting.

Any event that is
scheduled must continue.

If you cancel anything,

people are going
to try and leave

and they'll realize
that they can't.

No, Charlie will be here.

He'll tell us what
we need to do next.

You must have security cameras
all over the place, right?

- Pretty much. Why?
- Can we have a look?

Not a cha... No
problem. At all.

I'm sure he, uh, won't be long.

I understand you're
getting married soon.

Yes. That's right.
Um, in Carrick Doon.

Ah.

I have a holiday
home down there.

Oh. I believe the
Taoiseach does too.

He does.

So when is the big day?

Next month, the 5th.

Ah. I'll be down there then.

Well, y-you must come.

Apologies for my lateness,

but we're going to
have to reschedule.

I've just got a
call from my, uh...

I just got a call.

There's been a death at
the convention center.

Vicky, rally the troops.

- Oh.
- Are you okay?

You remember I had a go at you

for inviting Harry
to the wedding?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah, well,

I've just accidentally invited
the Deputy Commissioner.

Yeah, yeah.

Ugh!

- I cannot...
- Okay.

I know it's inconvenient.
I won't keep you long.

I just need you to be a
little bit patient, okay?

There.

So it's a fake
you and a fake me.

They're out of camera range.

Yeah, but they're about to
come into range... here.

There's no cameras
on the gantry.

Fast-forward. See if he
comes back down again.

He makes sure to
keep turned away.

- There.
- He's going in there and...

Oh, we are in luck.

The killer can only go one
way into the theater here.

He's still in there.

♪ I never wanted to be a hero

♪ Ah, I just wanted
to be a man ♪

♪ When they came a-callin'

♪ I knew I had to make a stand

♪ Stand up for what is right

♪ Never back down from a fight

♪ Well, the bad
man's out there ♪

♪ And he, he has to pay

♪ Catch a killer, you say

♪ Catch a killer, you say

♪ Catch a killer, you sa-a-ay

♪ Catch a killer, you say

♪ Catch a killer, you say

Security. ♪ Catch
a killer, you say

The killer changed
and snuck out of here.

He could be anyone.
- ♪ Catch a killer, you say

We got to get out of here.

You're interrupting my art.

Oh, my God, it's you.

Everyone, this is the
inspiration for my new single.

This is Harry Wild.
- Whoa!

That single is still
available for purchase.

Okay, that's enough of that.

Move back, move,
move, move back.

Can I borrow that?

There's no way to know
which one is the killer.

The dead woman, Tina Mulcahy...

She's from Kilmore
Cross. They're nuns.

That's it... the pub
where we met Jenny.

Sister Ignatius.
She was the barmaid.

So, what are you
doing down here?

The sights, the
ambience, the peace.

Yeah.

That's a weird coincidence.
- Indeed.

And I don't like coincidence.

Lovely. Thank you.

Right. Hello, everybody.

Thank you for coming.

For those of you who
don't know who I am,

my name is Graham Lanagan.

I'm a gardener by trade,

but I have a little podcast on
poison... plant-based poisons.

The rhododendron and azalea,

two very common houseplants
and both potential killers.

Let me tell you about mad honey
or grayanotoxin poisoning.

Its effects are not
too serious generally,

but for... for...
for some people,

those who have
underlying health issues,

you can be dead.

Oh, oh, oh.

Ohh! Oh! Oh! Aah! Aah!

Aah, aah.

Who's the victim? I'm assuming
you two haven't been idle.

- If only.
- We have victimsnow, Charlie.

- What?
- We have twodead bodies.

Yeah. First one, we
weren't sure it was murder.

Could have been an accident.

Second one was poisoned,
so no doubt now.

Any suspects?

Well, the woman who
organized it all

seems very happy about there
being a possible murder.

This is Ollie Reilly. He's
the head of security here.

Chief Superintendent
Charlie Wild.

Ollie secured the place
after the first death.

We weren't sure if the
killer was still in there,

but clearly he or she is.
- Good man.

We're going to take
charge of the venue now.

Go with my officers.
Give them what they need.

No problem.

We'll start a search.

But do we know who
we're looking for?

Let's start with this organizer.

Well, hello, Chief
Superintendent.

And in uniform this time.
I do like a man in uniform.

Charlie, you remember
Barbara, right?

Uh, of course.

Um, good to see
you again, Barbara.

The, um, organizer...
What's her name?

Mary O'Driscoll.

Do we know where she is?

There.

And acting weird.

- Any reason you want to leave?
- I wasn't trying to leave.

Well, why were you trying
to pick the lock, then?

I was trying to let people in.

Look, word has spread
about what's happened,

and keeping paying customers
out is costing me a fortune.

Bring her upstairs.

This way.

Okay. Who are the victims?
Bring me up to speed.

Well, the first one
is Tina Mulcahy.

She was a barmaid
in Kilmore Cross.

- Kilmore Cross. That's...
- Yes.

- Relevant?
- Not sure yet.

Second one... Graham something.

Celebrity gardener.
- Alright.

Events were still going
on after the first death?

Well, we thought it was best
to keep people distracted

until you got here.

Tell them about
the second victim.

Oh, um, Graham...

Lanagan. He was
a guest speaker.

A gardener who does
a podcast on poisons.

He was talking, and
he just dropped dead.

Was this what he
was talking about?

- Uh, yes, I think so.
- What is it?

Well, do you remember
we came home recently

and we found one of
these on the doorstep.

That's odd. No note.
- A bit weird, isn't it?

Who sent you those?

Yeah. Yeah, I remember that.

Tina Mulcahy... I mean, it
may be a coincidence, but now,

I mean, I think there's
something more going on here.

It's just a plant, Mother.

No, wait. I think
Harry's right.

You remember you told me about
that weird phone call you got?

Creepy child reading an extract
from a badly written book.

Her third hand has
always been useful.

It was ambidextrous, and she
could hold her gun in it.

And then the police didn't know
if her victim had been shot

by a right hand.
- What?

Yeah, so?
- Well, there's someone here

who writes very bad literature.

Barbara, uh,

have you ever written
about a three-handed woman?

Oh, yes. Indeed.

"The Mystery of the
Threadbare Sock."

Absolute page turner.

One of my Winifred
Womble series,

some say the greatest literary
detective ever created.

Mm!

I think Barbara is
a potential victim.

The killer's obviously been
planning this for weeks.

Yeah, but to what end?

To get to you?
- Us.

I mean, we've put plenty
of people behind bars.

And even if they
are still inside,

they have family,
friends, people.

I mean, maybe somebody
is looking for payback.

This is very
elaborate for payback.

Well, maybe their dog
told them to do it.

The point is, we need to
get Barbara to safety,

and we need to figure
out what all this means.

I have a safe room
I could take her to.

Okay, we'll get you out
of the venue as soon

as I can arrange transport.

You and Fergus
should go too, Ma.

No. No. The killer is here.

I mean, if we leave, there's
no reason for him to stay.

I mean, right now we
have an advantage.

This is so exciting.

I mean, it's terrifying,
but it's exciting.

I can feel a whole new series
of books coming on now.

Okay, so the plant, the phone
call, and the taxi driver.

Anything else weird happen?

I don't think...

What is it?

I think you need to
examine the body.

We need to wait
till crime scene...

Just look in his mouth.

I think you're gonna
find a coin there.

Like the coin-toss killer?

You remember that
night when we came back

after Mick Brady was arrested?

Well, I found a
coin on the doormat.

I didn't think
anything of it, but...

Shit.

Mick Brady's still in jail.

I was dealing with paperwork
about him this morning.

I told you there
was a second killer.

You better take a look at Tina.

You're going to find
another coin there.

Hold on.

If there is a
second killer and he

or she has been
planning this for weeks,

Graham and Barbara

were both booked to
speak at this convention,

so the killer could
have known about that.

And Tina was a punter,

so maybe she knew the killer
when she came here with them.

But how would the killer have
predicted that wewould be here?

Well, you're the one
that brought me here.

How did you hear about it?

Well, Petra's sister
told me about it.

- Concepta?
- Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen, if
I can have your attention,

we're going to get you out
of here as quickly as we can.

But to do that, we're going
to need names and addresses.

I want two orderly
queues starting here.

The guards will
take your details.

- Right.
- This way, please.

Don't worry, Barbara. No one
will get to you here now.

I know killers. I've
written enough of them.

Once they set their
sights on the prize,

nothing will stop them.

Yes, but he's going to have
to go through me first.

Well, you're very sweet.

I shall be Sir Reginald
Huntley Shapiro

to your Lady Astrid.

You've read one of my books?

I have read all of your books.

All 206 of them?

Multiple times.
I am a big fan.

You never said anything when,
you know, you were a client.

Well, I-I-I didn't
want to come across

as some sort of weird stalker.

But you're not. Are you?

No! Really.

So, which one's your favorite?

Well, I love them all.

And I'm particularly fond of
Winifred Womble, of course.

Who isn't?

But if I had to pick one,

it would be "The Cherry
Blossom of Hurst Mont Hall."

When Sir Denys races
Captain Northumberland,

even though he's been
blinded by his musket

misfiring so as to stop him
from flogging Emily's father,

I can't help tearing up.

- Ooh-ooh-ooh!
- Ohh-ohh-ohh!

Glenn. Glenn. Glenn!

I wasn't doing nothing!

I was going to put it back.

Where's Concepta?

Oh, She went for more supplies.

Well, why is she not back?

Talk of the devil.
Says, "I'm outside.

Guards won't let me in."

- I'm on it.
- Um, that was Mr. Reilly.

Miss Quinlan has remembered
something important.

Says she needs to talk
to you right away.

Fergus, why don't
you go with Charlie,

and I'll find out
what Barbara wants?

Let's meet back here.

I'll take you to where they are.

I'll keep an eye on this stuff.

Open it up.

Let her in.
- What on Earth's going on?

Why am I not allowed in?
- Concepta, this convention,

why did you mention it to me?

Did you want me and Harry here?
- Of course I did.

It's been Petra's
plan all along.

- You're behind this?
- Of course I am.

And you're my little puppets.
- I'm so confused.

Are you the killer?
- What?

Don't be so idiotic.

But then why did
you do any of this?

Petra told me to.

She left very
strict instructions.

See, she got talking to a
fella in the Goose one day,

and he's the one who told her

how much money you can make
from podcasts and stuff.

Plus, he assured her
he could get her a spot

at this convention.

What guy? Do you
have a name for him?

And how could he
get you in here?

He works here as
a security guard.

Trevor.

- Let's go.
- Text Glenn.

Tell him to meet us on the way.

Did he tell you what Barbara
wanted to talk to me about?

No, I don't think Mr. Reilly
likes me very much.

He thinks I got this job
through nepotism, but I didn't.

Um, what are you doing here?

We were just...
- Well, I think I can see what you were just...

Why did you call me
up here if you...

What do you mean? We
didn't call you up here.

Well, Trevor told...

How does no one know
where this safe room is?

I think that's just
what Ollie calls it.

It could be anywhere.

Look, he's not going to
be seen on these cameras.

He's too clever for that.

When he killed
Tina Mulcahy, he...

he didn't let himself be seen.

Okay? He knew where
the cameras were.

Suspect identified as

security guard Trevor Purcell.

I want this place taken
apart, brick by brick.

He's got my mother.

You?

But... But you're a moron.

See? I told you
he didn't like me!

Probably likes
you even less now.

You. You and Mick Brady.

How?
- Who's Mick Brady?

Killed people on
the flip of a coin.

And this is... his partner?

I was more his mentor.

I taught him
everything he knows.

But he's, what, 20
years older than you?

- So we were unconventional.
- Are you related?

No.

He gave me a lift in
his truck one day.

I was going to kill him, but
the coin had other ideas.

The coin knows, you see.

Is it a magic coin or...?

So you did all
this? Tina Mulcahy,

Graham Lanagan, Barbara,
just to punish me?

Aaah!

Events were still going
on after the first death?

Well, we thought it was best
to keep people distracted

until you got here.

Tell them about
the second victim.

Graham... Lanagan. He
was a guest speaker.

A gardener who does
a podcast on poisons.

He was talking, and
he just dropped dead.

Why Tina or Graham or Barbara?

It's the coin. It's
always the coin.

It's the inherent
beauty of chance.

I could have killed you
quick or slow or not at all.

Hey, the coin chose
to do it like this.

I don't get it.

You don't get it
because it's nonsense.

No need to be rude. Sure,
it's not for everyone.

Same as Catholicism.

Well, it's hardly a religion.

It makes more sense
than most religions.

After you got Mick, I
followed you for a while.

I was there when you
were at the convent.

I was watching you.

You know who they
are, don't you?

That's Harry Wild
and Fergus Reid.

They're always in the
newspapers, solving murders.

I love a bit of true crime.

There's a-a convention
going to be on in Dublin.

Rude.

So, tell me more
about this convention.

Sounds interesting.
Got anyone to go with?

Do you mind?

Tina was easy enough.

Lonely.

It was simple to convince her to
dress like you and your partner.

Why Graham or Barbara?

Well, once the coin decided
that we were coming here,

I looked at the guest list.

Barbara was obvious enough.

She had a connection
to you already.

There are 16 guest
speakers here today.

It could have been
any one of them.

The coin chose Graham Lanagan.
- Oh, sorry.

As good as the
question you ask it,

it's mostly binary,
so it's yes or no.

That's where you're wrong.
I was raised by the coin.

My father lived by
it since the '60s.

The coin spoke to him
in an LSD fever dream.

I don't think
being off your tits

is a solid basis for
starting a religion.

The coin has a
mischievous personality.

Well, the coin doesn't
have a personality.

It's a coin!

It's all in your head.

You're little more
than a Batman villain

without the interesting
facial scarring.

And you!

Are not much fun anymore.

Let's get this over and
done with, shall we?

This place is too big, Charlie.

We're never going to find them.

If you've got a better
idea, I'm all ears.

It's Harry.

You won't get away with this.

- That's up to the coin.
- You're off your rocker.

That still doesn't
tell us where they are.

Uh, keep listening.

The coin likes you.

The coin doesn't either
like or dislike Barbara.

It doesn't have an opinion.

It's a coin!

After you caught Mick,
I was going to vanish.

Call it a close one and leave

before he told the
Guards everything.

But the coin had other ideas.

The coin knew Mick
wouldn't blab.

The coin spoke to
you. You speak coin?

Yeah, I speak coin.

Heads, Mick will blab.
Tails, he wouldn't.

It was tails, so I knew he
wouldn't squeal to the Guards.

Well, you got lucky.

Did the coin tell you
to bring us up here

to the old staff room?
- I'm on it.

- Hey!
- Oh!

No.

They're in the old staff room.

Ask one of the security
guards where it is.

Take the east staircase
to the top of the floor.

End of the corridor.

You flipped for Barbara,

and the coin let her live.

Well, she knows who you are.

Everyone knows who you are.

I think the coin
has turned on you.

- That's... not how it works.
- Are you sure about that?

Have you... Have you
ever asked the coin?

Have you ever asked the coin if
it wants you to stop killing?

Heads, you stop.
Tails, you carry on.

- I told you...
- Oh!

I think you're scared.

I don't think that your
belief system is as strong

as you'd like to pretend.

I think you're like one of those
evangelical Christian preachers

that talks a big talk and has
a string of secret mistresses.

Go on.

Ask him.

Heads, you stop.

Tails, you... you carry on.

Okay.

Shit!

Best of three.

The coin has spoken.

Don't!

Did you get everything logged?

- Not yet.
- Okay, let's get on that.

Sorry to keep you.

Hello.
- Good to see you, Robbie.

Charlie, I'm sorry.

In another life.

Ugh.

Oh, God, come on.

- At last.
- Oh, no!

What?

Look, I've had a hell of a day,

and I don't have
the energy for you.

Okay. Okay. I tell
you the truth.

Look. Yes, there is
a couple involved,

but I didn't so much stand up
to him as sleep with his wife.

Just a little.
- Of course you did.

And took a necklace that
belonged to his nun.

Oh.

Sex was nothing,
was meaningless.

He doesn't even like
his wife that much.

But listen. He's
here. He's in Dublin.

He was at my hotel.
I only just got away.

Well, clearly it wasn't
meaningless to him.

So why are you telling me this?
What do you expect me to do?

Talk to him. Convince
him to let me go.

You are the smartest
person I know.

Well, give him back the
necklace, beg for forgiveness.

I would, but I kind of
lost it in a card game.

Oh, my God.

I've seen three
dead bodies today,

and a serial killer
tried to kill me.

And you are the
worst part of my day.

That's hurtful.

No. You've always
been this way.

You cheat, you steal,
you let people down.

And you know what?

I have zero fucks left to
give when it comes to you!

Harry.

Harry, you don't
mean that, right?

Harry.

Harry! God.