All language subtitles for Murder Most Puzzling s01e01

Finished in record time.

But Grandma, that's cheating. It was
your puzzle.

No wonder it was so easy.

The real puzzle?

How do I make these biscuits so tasty?

This is a murder investigation.

It's serious.

Sorry, Sam.

Where did you find her?

Nothing to identify her.

She was fully clothed except her socks
and shoes, which were missing.

Hopefully the autopsy will give us
something useful. In the meantime, Sam,

you find us a sketch artist, please? We
need to get a public appeal out as soon

as possible.

We found this in her pocket, and I have
no idea what it means.

4B, line 5.

Computer passcode, maybe?

Looks like a...

Crossword puzzle, Cleo. Oh, yeah? Yeah,
yeah.

Deeper down.

Five -letter word for line.

You think?

I've absolutely no idea about
crosswords. You should ask the puzzle

She just moved to Bakerbury. Ask who?

You don't know the puzzle lady.

No, I don't.

Well, I'm sure she's a delight, Daniel,
but I don't think we need an

expert for this. I mean, how hard can it
be to solve? Come on.

Line. Five letters.

Verse. Verse?

Like a line of poetry.

Right. A ruler. Your ruler line.

Q. You stand in a line. Right.

A string line.

Fixed letters. Cable.

Line of cable. Where in James is there a
time like this?

It's not as if an innocent girl has just
been found murdered or anything.

We're aware of that, Mayor. If you must
know, a puzzle clue was found in the

girl's body.

Left on the body?

My God, this is worse than I thought.

You do realise the only people who leave
notes on corpses are serial killers?

Well, I don't think it's necessary...
Haven't you watched CSI, for Christ's

sake? This is terrible.

A serial killer in my town.

And who do we have to deal with it?

You.

Have you ever run a murder case before?

Not on my own, no. I knew it.

Do you have any idea how bad this will
be for business? For tourism?

It's not just lives at stake here, it's
livelihoods. I know.

So what are you going to do about it,
Hooper, eh?

Eh? Perhaps I'll give the chief
constable a call. Let him know your

not up to the task.

Oh, no, wait a minute, Mayor. Wait a
minute, please.

Now, we're more than up to the task, eh?

And I'll tell you what else. We've
actually consulted one of the world's

experts on crossword puzzles.

Show him.

Yeah.

She's got a brain like a Rubik's Cube.

And if anyone could unpick the mind of a
serial killer, it's, um... Cora

Felton.

Cora Felton.

And if you'll excuse me, we all have
work to do.

Hello? Hello?

Finished.

You've reached the residence of the
Puzzle Lady. If you're looking for

answers, think again.

Hello, this is DJ Hooper, Bakerby
Police.

I'm trying to get hold...

Hello? Hi. Did you say the police?

Yes. Hello, is it Cora Felton? No, this
is her niece, Terry Carter.

What's this about, please?

I'd rather speak to Mr. Felton. Is she
there? Oh, she's still, um... Well,

not up yet. Well, I think it's best if I
come over, actually.

Yeah, I'll be there shortly.

Yeah, just wait.

Aunt Cora!

Aunt Cora!

You could have killed yourself. You
could have killed someone else. No.

No. Because I pulled over to sleep it
off. See?

Get inside now. What the hell did you
do? The police are on their way.

Really? Yes, really.

That's much better.

Bollocks.

OK, you let me do the talking, OK?

Hello?

Is Felton?

You, just sit there.

How dry is that?

You can't smell the alcohol.

Stop it, Dorian. It's the police.

Hi. Inspector, sorry to keep you
waiting.

Do come in.

Thank you.

Excuse the chaos. We've just moved here
from London.

My aunt has a bit of a cold.

I'm sorry for the intrusion, Miss
Felton.

I'm told that you're an expert in
solving crossword puzzles, and I am

investigating a murder.

A murder?

We think so, yes.

We found a teenage girl at the cemetery
this morning, and her body was on one of

the graves.

Oh, poor thing.

Right.

And we found this in her pocket.

Oh. It certainly looks like a crossword
puzzle clue.

Wouldn't you say so, Sherry?

Yes, could be.

Four down.

Good.

So, do you need the answer?

Oh, right. Well, there could be multiple
answers. If you wouldn't mind, I would

prefer to hear from Miss Felton, please.

It is hard to say if it even is a clue.

It could be D for down or D for dead.

Why don't you leave this with my aunt,
Inspector Hooper? If anyone can figure

out, she can.

Yes, I'm sure you're right.

Well, here's my card, and if you think
of anything, just give me a call.

Give me a call.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

What's up, love?

You're eating a muffin, aren't you?

No, I'm eating an apple.

You need to talk to your daughter.

Well, what's she done now? It's just...
It's the attitude.

Well, look, she'll grow up, love.

You know?

Are you all right? Cooper!

Derek.

Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I'll speak to you
later on, love. I've got to go. All

right, bye -bye.

So here they found a girl in the
graveyard.

Who told you that, Anton?

You know I can't reveal my source, do
you?

You got an idea yet?

Call to death?

Oh, come on, Hooper, give me something.

Why don't you ask your bloody source,
mate?

Aunt Hora.

Oh, be quiet.

Hair of the dog.

Besides, I need a boost if I'm going to
solve this murder.

I'm pretty sure that's not what he
asked.

Why bring the clue to me?

Because he's clutching at straws. He's
dead.

He's a disgraceful knight.

so far? Not this time, no. Well, let's
hope the local police find some answers

soon. Mayor Firth, you're holding a town
meeting, I believe, in one of your

famously luxurious spa hotels.

That's right, Rod. At the June Princeton
Hotel at 5pm.

With complimentary drinks. Just a small
gesture, you know, to help our community

pull together.

And a reminder that... You should go to
that meeting.

What for?

To find out what's going on.

And you had that awful mare.

There's a free barn. That is the last
thing you need. Anyway, it could be

there. If Dennis knew you were involved
in this, he would know where to find us.

Oh, I'll keep a low profile.

What? I can do that.

£13 .50.

I hope it's a double.

Keep the change.

I hope you don't mind. I had to say
hello. I do your column every morning

your brain teasers.

And guess what I eat when I'm doing
them?

Your biscuits.

You're too kind.

I'm glad you enjoy them. The puzzles, I
mean.

I don't really make the biscuits.

Hey, Danny. Hey, Katie.

Oh, Vicky and I were just saying what
fun it was last night.

A bit too much fun. Better get a taxi
home. Oh, yeah, me too, dearie me. I'm

the mineral water today.

Oh, dear.

Oh, excuse me.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Introductions are probably unnecessary,
but I'm Councillor Farrow, this is Mayor

Firth, and that is DCI Hooper.

Now, we know you are all concerned about
the murder of this young girl in our

town. DCI Hooper, can you give us an
update?

Into the mic. Speak into the mic.

So far, nobody has come forward to
identify the victim.

Although I have seen the pathologist's
report, so we know that she was killed

last night at about 10pm.

So if anybody saw anything last night...
Yeah, Jimmy.

Yeah, but how did she die?

Well, she received a blow to the back of
the head. We think that was from a claw

hammer, perhaps.

A hammer attack?

In the graveyard?

Well, there's actually no evidence of
blood spatter in the graveyard itself,

it could be that she was killed
elsewhere and then brought.

Had she been interfered with?

No, there's no evidence whatsoever of
any sexual assault, although she had her

socks and shoes removed, which could be
evidence of some kind.

Are our girls safe?

Yeah. As you know, I have a daughter
myself, and we'll be working as hard as

can to get to the bottom of this. Can
the police cope with this?

Well, we have limited resources here in
Bakery, as you know, but we do think

we'll be able to get on top of this
quite quickly.

Is this going to happen again?

I really hope not.

Any other questions?

If anybody does have any information
that would be useful to us, then

Well, I was short and not so sweet,

eh? But never mind, you're all here now.
No need to rush off.

Why not grab a drink at the bar, eh?

Baz, a bit of music, eh?

Did you figure out the puzzle?

It's a clue, not a puzzle.

Oh, whatever. Can you help me as well?

Well, the answer is dependent on where
it fits in the grid.

You know, the little black and white
squares.

Right. But if the rest of them are
blank, which they are, then it becomes a

of a guessing game. But I would say that
a five -letter word for line is most

likely Q.

Q.

That's what you've got is a Q.

Right.

Because even Danny came up with Q and
he... Thank you very much indeed for

time, Miss Felton, but I think we'll
take it from here.

What's that all about?

Why's Hooper talking to the puzzle lady?

I'm not supposed to tell you stuff
anymore.

Tell me what?

Did you talk to some journalist? Anton
something?

What if Dennis sees it?

Oh, it's not that bad. It's just a local
rag, Sherry. It's nothing.

Are you going somewhere?

Damn right I am.

Where does Hooper get off?

We'll take it from here.

Take this from here. Okay, what are you
talking about?

I'm going to look for clues. No, no, no,
you are not.

Yes,

I am.

And you're coming with me. No, no, I'm
not. I'm current.

Come along.

The one time I get up early.

Oh, it's low enough.

Give us a leg up. No, no, we'll get into
trouble.

Oi! What do you think you're doing?

Conducting an experiment.

It seems this gate is low enough for
anyone to breach.

Are you the puzzle lady?

I'm advising the police.

And I'll ask the questions, thank you.

Cigarette?

Can I assume you found the body?

Yes, I thought so.

We'll need every detail.

But first we need to see the grave.

You two better have a bloody good reason
for disturbing my crime scene.

We both know you've examined every inch,
Inspector.

Not that you've found much, I'm
guessing, after the rain yesterday

Oh.

Well, did you bring me up here to state
the bloody obvious, did you?

No. No, Aunt Cora has a theory.

Oh, does she?

Indeed, I do. Lovely.

What if 4D, line 5, isn't a crossword
clue at all?

Maybe the killer wants us to count four
graves down and five lanes across.

And... Four.

Five.

To our loving daughter, Bonnie Burnside,
1994 to 2015.

She died young.

Just like our Dean Doe. Yeah.

And only ten years ago.

Recently enough to be connected.

No, it's not.

Because this was a car accident. I
remember it very well.

This is a dead end now. Please, the pair
of you, stop wasting my time and stay

out of this case.

Your services are no longer required.
And if you don't mind, I'd like you both

to leave.

Yes, absolutely, Inspector. Consider us
gone. Come on, Aunt Cora. Sorry.

Oh, you take the car home.

It's a nice day. I fancy a stroll.

It's a nice day.

What are you up to?

Good morning.

Oh, Miss Felton.

What brings you here?

Research for a puzzle, perhaps?

A puzzle of sorts, definitely.

And I may need some assistance.

Then my son, Jimmy, just your man.

Oh, thank you.

Jimmy, I'm investigating a murder.

I didn't kill anyone.

Good to know.

No, I'm after some newspaper articles.
Anything you can find about the death of

a young woman from Bakerbury, Bonnie
Burnside.

Did she have a family?

Just between us?

Yeah, yeah, I can do that. How?

Oh. Hello there.

I'm looking for Miss Felton.

Yeah, she's at the library.

Ah, so I was hoping to interview her.
It's a follow -up piece.

Sorry, my name's Anton Grant.

The Baker Biggs guy. Baker Biggs there,
yeah, I know.

You've got some bulls showing up here,
you really do.

With your big wanky headline about the
graveyard killer like it's a, what, a

teen slasher movie.

Why don't you try growing up and
attempting some proper journalism?

Feedback. I love it. Good.

Because it was a complete non -story.

The bit about the puzzle lady trying to
figure out the crossword clue.

No, she doesn't even think it is one.

She thinks there's a number of graves
down from the body.

Really? Thanks for the tip -off.

No, it wasn't a tip -off. Did you say
so?

No, it wasn't a tip -off.

God damn it.

This is Bonnie with her boyfriend.

Yes, that's Casey.

He's been like a son to us since.

Oh, how lovely.

Oh, if he'd known you were coming, we
would have bought him some of your

biscuits. Oh, I'm offered plenty of
those. Thank you.

Far nicer, thank you.

So, you're helping to solve this
graveyard murder, is that right?

I'm certainly trying to.

So why have you come to see us?

Well, I have reason to believe that the
location of your daughter's grave could

be connected.

To a murder?

Exactly.

You see, a young girl dumped in a
graveyard barefoot with a note on. Well,

feels... A little bit serial killer -y
to me. So I was thinking, what if Bonnie

was in fact the first victim?

But Bonnie was in an accident.

Oh, yes, I know.

Then how the bloody hell could she have
been serial killed?

No, I'm saying she may have been.

It's only a theory. But I was hoping
you'd be able to tell me if there was

anything about your daughter's death
that struck you as odd.

Odd?

Our little girl is dead.

You come in here and say she's mixed up
in some murder?

How dare you!

I'm so sorry. Get out! Get out of our
house!

Hey, Jimmy.

I hear the puzzle lady was here.

Maybe.

Who's asking?

I am.

Hey.

Can you tell me what she wanted?

Uh... She,

uh... She wanted to read some old
articles.

Articles? Mm -hmm.

Which ones?

I'm not made of money, Jimmy.

I'm going to kill that guy.

Look at this.

The puzzle lady thinks the graveyard
murder may be connected to the death of

Bonnie Burnside in 2015.

But I told you not to meddle, and so did
Inspector Hooper.

This is bad, Aunt Cora. This is really
bad.

You're right.

Sleuthing is a lot harder than I thought
it was going to be.

I need to change tack.

Forget about the past.

Focus. On the present, the latest
victim.

Find out all I can.

You're not seriously thinking of
carrying on with this, are you?

I'm just getting started.

I had the burn slides up my arse all
morning.

And the mayor.

Take that out with the Gazette. They're
the ones who went public. I will.

Believe you me.

I'm sorry, what are you doing here?

How's the case progressing?

Well, I can't discuss that with you. Why
not?

I'm an expert cruciverbalist.

The more I know about the crime, the
more I'll be able to make sense of the

left on the body.

I thought you said it wasn't a clue.

Oh, of course it's a clue.

Right, well...

Lucky for you, I'm desperate, because
the truth is, Miss Felton, we have more

questions than answers.

Right, this is our victim arriving into
Bakerbury Station on Wednesday night.

Looks like her phone's dead, because
here she goes to make a call, but she

can't. Did you ever find the phone?

Nope.

Tommy. Sir, this is Patricia Phelps and
her daughter Chloe. They're from York.

My elder daughter, Donna.

She's been missing since Wednesday.

I'm so sorry about your big sister.

Didn't even know she ran off.

Mum thought she was her dad.

He thought she was her dad.

They just got divorced.

And now Donna...

I will do everything I can to help catch
whoever did this to her.

Thank you.

Do you have any idea who she was
visiting? A boyfriend, maybe?

She didn't tell me anything, but she was
always messaging someone.

I think it might have been a boy.

Because, well, he seemed in a good mood
for once.

All right.

I'll give you my mobile number.

Call me any time if you remember
anything or if you just want to talk

to someone.

How many times have I to tell you? I'm
sorry. You cannot print a story that is

completely bloody unsubstantiated.

I know, you're right. I'm really, really
sorry, Mr. Shorter. I am really, really

sorry. It's the Burnside sauce you're
paying.

Hey,

when did this come?

I don't know.

You aren't Pongrab?

That's him.

I'm kidding.

I'm Anton.

Who are you?

I'm Casey Roth.

Oh. Yeah, that's right.

Bonnie Burnside was my girlfriend.

And I won't have you writing rubbish
about her or upsetting her mum and dad

sell papers.

Got it? Yeah. I think you made your
point.

Good. Because if you so much as print
her name again, I will kick the living

shit out of you.

All right.

I'm looking for Cora Felton.

Yeah, she's not here.

Well, can you tell me where she is?

Can you tell me who you are?

Becky Badron.

Solicitor. It's a legal matter which my
client considers to be urgent. So either

tell me where to find Miss Felton, or
I'll keep ringing your doorbell.

Hmm.

So, how did you all meet?

Oh, well... Babs and I were friends with
Vicky's mum, Sylvia. She passed away

recently. Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm only in town to sell the house. My
husband and I live in London, so he

up at weekends, but it's all taking
longer than we planned.

Sylvia was a hoarder.

She collected antiques.

A lot of cheap replicas, as it turns
out.

Still trying to sell it all.

Cora, this is my husband, Stuart.

Aunt Shantae? Nice to finally meet the
famous partner lady.

Vicky never shuts up about you.

Honey, I need the house keys. I left
mine in the flat. Oh.

Why don't you join us?

I've been driving for four hours, so
it's TV and a takeaway, I think.

Cora Felton.

I'm Becky Badren of Badren Solicitors.
I'm representing the Burnside.

They've asked me to give you this.

It's a cease and desist letter.

If you go anywhere near the family or
anyone connected to their late

We'll see you in court.

Have a nice night.

Mr Tanner, I didn't see you there.

What are you... My wife's from here.
You?

I have family here.

Excuse me.

She used to work at my London practice.

We had to fire her.

Anyway, you girls have fun. Vic, don't
stay too late. It's not safe.

Hey -ho.

Where was I?

Well, if it isn't Mr. Tipoff.

Hope you're proud of yourself.

Your second article's even more spirited
than the third. I've been yelled at a

lot today. A lot. Can I just come in?

Three new trumps made.

That's game and rubber.

Damn it.

You always win.

I'll be checking up on you.

Yeah.

I should go.

Thank you.

Is that your auntie's latest crossword?

Oh, yeah.

I edit them for her, but she's the
brains behind them.

My niece is being modest. She could
probably create them without me.

Don't be ridiculous.

Sherry, who's this handsome chap?

Uh, this is Anton.

The idiot who wrote the stories in the
Gazette.

Yeah. So what's the idiot doing here?

Yeah, that's a good question.

Well, someone left this on my desk
today.

Oh, my God.

Did you tell the police?

No, not yet, but I will.

I just thought you... Your aunt.

Should know.

It was your hunch, after all.

And there's more.

Bonnie's boyfriend, Casey Roth, showed
up today.

He wanted to rip my nuts off.

Interesting. Because the Burnside's sent
some hotshot solicitor to warn me off.

Maybe there is really more to this
story.

Oh, excuse me.

Irene? Hi.

No. Not since she left with you.

Right, I'll let you know if I hear
anything.

Vicky Tanner.

She never made it home tonight.

Earlier in the bar, Vicky got a text.
It's why she left. I could have sworn

blushed when she read it.

She said it was from her husband.

But what if she was lying?

What if it was a lover?

She knows this town. Maybe she rekindles
an old flame while she's here to sell

her mother's house.

Yeah, she goes to meet him.

But where?

Anton, I imagine you've parked up with a
girl or two in your time.

One or two?

There is a murderer on the loose.

I'll drive.

That's her car.

Laura. No.

Vicky?

No, Uncle, be careful, please. You could
fall.

She might have slipped in the dark.

Vicky! What's that?

Vicky was wearing those.

Oh, God.

I think I know where she might be.

How did you know to come here?

He moved the first body to the graveyard
and we found two pairs of shoes up at

High Ridge.

There was blood up there, too.

And on mobile phone. We didn't touch
anything.

Right, good.

Within the forensic team up there. Let's
just hope that phone belongs to Donna

Phelps. This woman was bludgeoned,
probably with a hammer.

Same as the first victim.

Right.

You make any sense of that?

You should probably have this, too.

It was left for me at the gazette.

Is she dead?

Oh, Jenny!

Vicky! Let me see her, please!

Vicky!

Vicky! Let me see her, please!

Vicky!

Another body, another clue.

Why? I don't know.

There's not much of a clue.

Fourteen across the three -letter word
for sheep.

It's you.

Me? No, you, E -W -E.

Why don't you pop it on the grid? Let's
see how it fits.

How do you know where to put it?

I don't. It's still guesswork.

There's a common E, so I chose to
intercept, but it depends on the grid

I've chosen 11 by 11, but it could be 12
by 12, 16 by 16. Shouldn't you be doing

it? Oh, this is child's play.

The real puzzle is catching the killer.

Whoever it is.

They're playing with us. Take your
Burnside worn -off note. It could be a

bluff. The killer knew that we were
looking into an old case because Anton

printed it, so they could be sending us
further down a blind alley as a

diversion.

Or maybe the two cases really are
connected.

Vicky's body was left on Bonnie's grave
for a reason.

Now's not the time to drop it. It's a
lead.

Yes, it is. You could be sued.

Yes, I could, but that doesn't stop you
looking into it.

No, I don't know the first thing about
investigating.

Well, if you don't want to, I could
always... No, no, I didn't say that.

I'll do it.

Cora.

I told you this would happen, didn't I?
I told you it was the serial killer, and

now you have two dead women and zero
suspects.

We are doing the best that we can,
Mayor.

Well, your best needs to get a whole lot
better or more women will die.

What happens to your so -called expert,
eh? You puzzled genius.

Actually, I'm getting closer by the
minute.

Closer to understanding the depraved
mind behind these macabre acts. And

to Inspector Hooper and his excellent
team, the net's closing in. So why don't

you run along and leave us to it, hmm?

Well, how?

As you were.

Please tell me you've got something,
Miss Felton.

Not really. Q and you.

Damned if I can make any sense of it.
You know, I hate to agree with the

but this may only make sense if the
killer leaves more puzzles on more

Although I doubt he'd be stupid enough
to return to the graveyard.

Right.

Daddy, I needed a gathered printer
sample so we can check for potential

with the new puzzle clue.

And that note to Anton as well, just
anything tight, yeah? Printed samples

who, sir?

Anyone connected with the murders, Dan?
The Burnside, plus any of the public

access printed in shops or the library.
Use your head, please, Dan. Sir, sir, I

have something.

We managed to access Donna's phone, so
she was coming here to meet someone,

right? She messaged this Don from the
train, asked him to meet her at

Station. He said he would, and her last
message to him was to say her battery

was running low.

Right, can we locate Sean using this
number? I'm working on it. Right, get on

with it, please.

What about Vicky's phone?

Well, there's nothing on the ward. It
was mostly messages about her late

mother's height, Dale, and several
missed calls from Stuart last night.

His voicemails got more and more
desperate.

She got a text as she was leaving the
bar at around ten o 'clock. She said it

was from her husband. Can you check it?

Yeah, go on.

Yeah, it's from Stuart.

It says, don't talk to strangers.

Don't talk to strangers.

That's odd.

Don't you think that's odd?

Oh,

thanks. The kitchen's just around the
corner.

Hi. Thanks.

Mr. Tanner, I just wanted to offer my
condolences. I didn't know Vicky well,

she was just lovely.

Thank you.

I heard you helped to find her. Oh, some
of us were trying.

I'm just sorry we couldn't find her
alive.

I can see why it's taking so long to
find a home for all this stuff.

I should have it all thrown in a skip.

I think you would hate that.

My wife died for a house full of junk.

It's okay.

Don't embarrass me, okay?

I won't say a word, I promise.

What is this?

I'll not.

That's nothing.

That's nothing.

Mr. Hodgin, you were the D .I. who
worked the Bonnie Burnside case in 2015,

right?

Sorry.

I'm Sherry Carter, and this is Anton
Grant. I know who he is.

Printed that rubbish about Bonnie's
death.

It wasn't my intention to... Look, I was
furious with him for printing that,

too. But we have good reason to be
asking more about it now.

And why is that?

Because everyone's telling us not to.

It was bonfire night.

Bonnie had had an argument with her
boyfriend, Casey Roth.

He said she got in her car and drove off
drunk before the fireworks.

He stayed to watch but got worried.

Borrowed his friend's car to go looking
for her. A few of them went with him.

They found Bonnie less than half a mile
away, dead.

She'd hit a tree.

And there was nothing about it that
seemed wrong?

Nothing at all?

Casey's friend.

The one with the car. Forget his name.
His family moved away after that.

We questioned him that night. He was
pretty shaken up.

But he said Casey borrowed the car
before the fireworks.

Before? Then he said it was a mistake.

Said it was after.

They were all upset.

They'd been drinking.

So I let it go.

Maybe I shouldn't have.

Okay, let's say they fall and Bonnie
drove off before the fireworks.

What if Casey didn't wait to follow her?

You know, he's angry. He takes his
friend's car and he gives chase.

Drives her off the road. Yeah.

If he's the crash. So he panics. He
drives back to the party, joins the

makes a big show about being worried.

Makes sure a few people come along with
him and they witness him finding the

wreck.

Yeah.

Yeah, but even if we're right about
Casey, we don't, like, prove that he

Bonnie. No, no.

And we still wouldn't know if it's
connected to the bodies in the

No.

Hey, we, um, we made a good team today.

Yeah.

Yeah, we did.

No, um... Sorry, good night.

Sorry.

Good night.

Have you got Sean's number? Yeah.

Oh.

We were looking for Sean.

I never heard of him. Sorry.

Your phone's ringing, mate.

You're

funny,

Gary.

You don't look a thing like you do in
the picture on Donna's phone.

So I said I was younger. So what? She
was 16.

Bellend. He can't talk to me like that.

I didn't do anything. I never even met
her.

We just chatted online.

So we know that Donna was coming to
Bakerbury to see you.

You picked her up from the station, you
drove her to High Ridge, and then you

killed her.

No. You did? No.

When I got her message, I panicked.

She was already on her way, so I just...
I never went.

Well, you just never went?

I couldn't let her see me, could I?

Then when I saw her picture on the news,
I knew something bad had happened, but

I couldn't report it.

Maybe you had a taste for it, Gary.

Maybe you lured Vicky Tanner back to
that same spot, and maybe you killed her

too. No, I don't know what you're
talking about. I never killed anyone.

I hear you arrested a suspect.

Danny. I'm sorry, sir, but if it were
me, I'd want to know.

Well, yes, we have been questioning a
Gary Gibson.

So we've searched his house, and we
could find nothing to tie him to either

murder. And plus, he has an alibi.

What alibi?

The lad's mother says that he was with
her both nights.

You're shitting me. I know that it's
frustrating, I understand.

But as it stands, we have nothing to
charge him with, and so we have to

him. I'm so sorry.

Cool.

If I just could beg you for some
patience, we will be doing everything.

Oi, are you killing them?

Yeah, keep walking, you're on it.

Hey,

kid, I need a favour.

Listen, you little shit.

I'm working a murder case. You want to
make some money or not?

Does Sherry know you're here?

I wanted to talk to you.

I need some help.

That's a day's crossword.

Oh, go home, Anton. It's late.

I'm serious. Look, it's right there.
It's 52 across, nine -letter word for

starting with E.

You don't know the first thing about
crosswords, do you?

This is all Sherry's work.

I knew it.

You've been lying to everyone all this
time.

So if you're not really the puzzle lady,
then what the hell makes you think you

can outsmart a killer?

I can't stand

crossword puzzles.

Let me get this straight. You're just a
front for Sherry.

Is this off the record?

I haven't decided yet.

Sherry got the odd commission, very low
paid, for shitty little local papers.

No offence. Not taken. So she asked if I
would be the friendly face of the

puzzle lady.

Of course, we had no idea.

It would make me famous.

We're not happy about living a lie, but
it pays for this house.

And let's face it, it's hard to say no
to that.

I agree.

Breaking this story, for instance.

It could make my career.

You asked what qualifies me to solve a
murder.

Nothing.

I've never done anything important.

Until now.

So go ahead.

Print what you will.

I may not be the puzzle lady.

But I know I can do this.

Good morning, Aunt Cora.

I didn't hear you come in last night.

Oh, I wanted to tell you what we found
out about the Burnside.

We? Me and Anton.

You went with Anton?

Mm -hmm.

He didn't... I didn't know you liked
him.

No, I don't.

Or maybe I do.

Anyway, so we can't prove this, but we
suspect Bonnie's boyfriend might have

killed her by running her off the road.

Oh, so maybe he's the graveyard killer.

But why would he wait so long to kill
again?

And where are you going?

I was hoping you would finally help me
unpack today.

I would, but I have to go and see
Hooper.

Tell him about Casey Roth.

To look.

Hello? Anyone?

Is this what taxpayers pay for?

Unbelievable.

So much for Inspector Hooper and his
excellent team, eh?

Hey, Miss Lister.

Cora Felton? Can we talk?

Miss Felton, you've saved me the trouble
of finding you.

I heard there's been more snooping into
the Burnside case.

Not by me, I can assure you.

Although Casey Roth may not be the
golden boy the Burnside's think he is,

that's not why I'm here.

Something's been bothering me about the
night you saw Stuart and Vicky Tanner in

the bar and grill.

You gave her a curious look.

Did I imagine it?

I'd seen them in that bar before, the
previous Saturday.

Go on.

Well, he went up to Vicky at the bar,
introduced himself as somebody else,

a John or a Jeff or something.

Oh. Exactly.

It was just a creepy married couple
thing.

You know, pretending to be someone else
to spite things up.

Don't knock it.

My third husband, Frank, was a fan of
sex role play.

This one time.

Sorry.

Dad just needs... Sorry.

You know, that's quite all right. Becky
can hear my racy little story another

time.

No, not while I'm working.

This is still our storeroom, Becky.

Uncle Naveen said he'd move all that
down to the basement.

What do you think I've been doing all
week?

How about a thank you?

Thanks. Sex role play. You know, the
classic naughty strangers in a bar

Well, no, I don't, actually.

And anyway, so what if they were?

So what if there was more to the
message, don't talk to strangers?

What if it was code for Vicky to play
along in a sex game?

Has no -one opened up in here yet?

I know. The mayor was here earlier, and
Stuart Tanner. They were not happy.

But what were they doing here? They
didn't say.

But I was here to tell you that Casey
Roth may have killed his girlfriend ten

years ago.

I'm sorry, what?

Oh, we'll come back to that. The point
is, seeing Stuart Tanner got me thinking

about his text.

What made Vicky drive to High Ridge that
night?

At first, I thought maybe she was having
an affair.

But what if her secret lover was her
husband?

So you think that Stuart Tanner lured
his wife there under the pretext of a

game? In order to kill her.

It's possible.

And it's plausible that Donna would have
gotten into his car a few nights

earlier. He's clean cut, respectable.

Why would he kill a random teenager? And
besides, he wasn't even in Bakerbury

that night.

The messages on Vicky's phone prove
that. I'm missing you, honey. I'll see

next week, honey. All that proves is
that he wasn't with her. He could have

anywhere.

We both know that Dad's on spousal
murders.

All right, I don't, but I'm guessing
it's high.

Take another look at Vicky's phone. See
if the message, don't talk to strangers,

pops up anywhere else.

Oh, sorry. That's okay.

Are you working on my dad's case?

How's it going? He never tells me
anything.

It's going okay, I think. Yeah, yeah.
I'm sorry, I can't really. I have to go.

Oh, okay.

Bye, Danny.

Is this some kind of joke?

Do you need an explanation, Mr Tanner? I
came here for an update this morning.

The place was deserted.

I knew Bakery was the back of Beyond,
but this is pathetic.

What do you want to know?

The message, don't talk to strangers,
appeared three times on your wife's

About two months ago, Saturday before
last, when you were seen together at the

bar and grill, and then on the night
that Vicky died.

Look.

We like to pretend, all right.

I'll admit that, but that message wasn't
code for anything.

So what did it mean, then?

Exactly what it says.

I didn't like her talking to strangers.

Vicky was too... trusting.

She'd chat to anyone men would take
advantage.

Well, if you don't mind me saying, Mr
Tanner, that does sound rather

does it not?

I was just trying to keep my wife.

I was just trying to keep my wife safe.

And in the end, someone... Someone
killed her.

And now you're accusing me of playing
some sex game while there's a murderer

the loose.

That's sick.

I just want you to guess who did this.

Oh, my God, you just catch him.

Thanks a lot.

All I've managed to do there is upset a
grieving man. See, why do I listen to

you? Because I'm always right.

Eventually.

Katie, what are you doing here? I think
I know who the killer is.

What? Well, I was in the library, and I
found this scrapbook, and it had all

these gross pictures and stuff about the
murders, and it belonged to Jimmy

Potter. Well, has he upset you?

No, but it was weird.

There's probably nothing, love.

Well, how would you know? You didn't see
it.

No, but I know the Potters, and fair
enough, Jimmy's a bit of an oddball, but

he's harmless. No, he's not. At the town
meeting, he gave me this, like, creepy

look. He probably just fancies you,
love, eh?

And who can blame him? Come on!

You're almost as good -looking as your
old man. Dad, I'm serious.

Tell you what, love.

Why don't I take you to Bab's Bakery for
the hot chocolate, just like we used

to, eh?

Who's that?

Just my friend Kyle.

And can Kyle wait?

Katie?

No. What are you doing?

Dad!

You can have it back when you've learnt
how to talk to me.

Well... I was talking to you, and you
didn't listen.

I'm really sorry about last night.

No, you should know. It wasn't about
you.

Oh, good.

Because if I misread the sign... No, you
didn't.

I am divorced.

Recently. May I get a flat white,
please? Coming up. Thank you.

My ex and I were...

Things were difficult, so I guess I just
find it hard to... Oh, I'm sorry, am I

boring you?

No, no, no, I, um, Becky.

How long have you been back?

Just a few weeks.

How are you doing?

Uh, fine.

Sorry, uh, Shari, this is Becky.

Oh, yeah, we've met.

Becky and I were, um, uh... We used to
be together.

It looks like my coffee's ready, so...

It was really nice to see you, Anton.

Sorry.

Sorry. You are talking about your
accident. Suddenly, mine shows up.

Seriously,

what were you saying?

No, it doesn't matter.

It does.

Sherry, I want to hear it.

I was just saying that... Don't worry.
It's fine.

Go on.

No, answer it.

Yeah, no, it's okay. Just answer it.
Sorry.

Cora.

Where?

Jesus Christ.

I've got to take your phone off you as
well. Oh, we need her, sir.

Oh, I've made her.

She was a fan.

Mrs. Ali Brindle, she runs the... She
ran the antique shop.

He took her shoes.

Didn't I see it, Inspector?

I knew he wouldn't risk returning to the
graveyard.

You are right about that.

But you were wrong about Stuart Tanner.

How so?

Judging by the rate of rigor mortis, she
was killed at about 4pm.

Which is exactly the same time as I was
questioning him at the station.

Perhaps you should take the crossword
puzzles. I felt it.

I found this in her pocket, and please
don't tell me you have to go home to

on it. Can you just give me the answer
now, please?

Isn't it I?

What? As in A -Y -E?

Correct. Very good, Anton. The answer
is, of course, I.

I'll put it on the grid, but how much it
will tell us is anyone's guess.

Right, so now we have three bodies,
three clues, and no answers.

Maybe someone's taunting us, sir.

Oh, they're taunting the puzzle lady.

Well, think about it. This only started
happening after she moved to town.

Well, that's fucking unsettling.

Right.

Make sure no one else comes in, please.

Uh -huh.

The Tinker and Tankard.

He's still in there?

Yeah. Any chance he could have left his
house earlier today, say around four?

No. You sure?

We've been keeping an eye on him all
day.

Good lads.

There's an extra tenner.

For what?

The stuff they're saying, it makes me
sick.

I never even touched that girl. You
don't have to convince me, Gary.

When I saw all those fake posts about
you, I knew I had to reach out.

Tell you you are believed.

I know when a man's innocent.

I always know.

Hey, you're that puzzle lady.

No, no, no. Yes, you are.

My wife loves you in those whiskey ads.

Can we have a selfie?

She'll be made. Oh, come on.

Listen, um, about Becky, I'm not going
to lie, she broke my heart.

She did, but I am over her.

I am, completely.

Do you want to go out tonight?

I can do with taking my mind off stuff.

I would love to, but I can't.

I promised my mum I'd have dinner with
her.

Yes, I still live with my mum.

It's not exactly lucrative working at
the Gazette. I don't want to live with

aunt.

Tomorrow?

Dinner?

Drinks? I thought you were skint.

I still get pocket money.

Have I got a story for you.

Gary Gibson was at home at 4pm, so he
couldn't have killed Ali Brindle, but he

is mixed up with someone fishy, that's
for sure. I got her photo, but I lost

her.

Oh. What's that?

It was on the doorstep, hand -delivered
to the puzzle lady.

Oh, thank you.

After Bonnie Burnside, what comes next?
Follow the clues, the graveyard killer.

Follow the clues.

Now, the first one was found on Donna,
and this is four down from there. The

second clue was found here.

Now, what was it? 14 across.

Oh.

Let's start counting.

In which direction?

The cross could mean left or right.

Right.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight.

Right.

Died 1940.

Shall we try the other direction?

No. Wait.

Let's do the third clue.

Eighteen down, right?

Yeah.

You do realise this could be a bomb?

That's what I said.

No, it's not.

I gave it a good shake.

You shouldn't have touched it at all.

You shouldn't have even been in the
graveyard. What the hell were you

all of you?

What if this was a trap?

You should have called me the minute
that you got that letter. You're quite

right, Inspector. My intention was
simply to help you.

But I'll be more careful next time.

Thank you.

And put these on so I don't get my
prints all over it.

Oh, my God.

A three -letter word for El Grey.

Tea. Tea.

It's tea.

Yes. Now, to sum up...

We have four answers so far.

Q -U -I -P.

It's spelled quit.

I mean, well done, Aunt Cora.

So the killer's telling us to quit?

Yeah, that sounds like a threat.

Yeah, from someone who's already killed
three women, Miss Felton.

Maybe he's just saying he's done.

Um, quit while you're ahead? Shit, I
have to go.

I'd like to get this back to the lab.

Oh, wait.

What's that?

There, under the sticky tape.

Is it a hair?

Sorry, I got held up. It's for work,
thank you.

It's Bill Lager, right?

Yeah, thanks.

How have you been?

You asked me that earlier. I said it was
fine.

Good, because you look well.

And earlier when I saw you at Fab, we
used to sit at that same

table by the window, remember?

It isn't a reunion.

To be honest, I'm not really sure what
this is, but I'm here, so... What do you

want?

Just to see you.

Really?

That's interesting. because I remember
one of the few, you two only, you

returning my call.

In fact, you pretty much ghosted me.
That's not... Anton, that's not where I

going.

I thought it would be easier.

Easier?

For me?

Let me tell you something.

I wasn't fined.

OK? Not for a long time. OK, neither was
I. You're the one who left. You got

your... Your high -flying job and you're
on the first train out of here, OK?

Let's not pretend that you gave a shit
about me or this town or anyone in it.

Not even your family.

OK, I'm sorry that I hurt you.

OK, I'm sorry that I left the way that I
did.

But you can't deny that we were good
together, Anton.

We could be again.

I've met someone else.

And even if I hadn't, Becky, the answer
is still we know.

Well, as expected, Miss Felton, the only
fingerprints on that shoebox are yours,

so you know where the door is.

Come on, Inspector.

At least tell us if the murder weapon
was real. Did you test the blood?

Care to explain why my clients, Mr and
Mrs Burnside, have been asked to provide

you with a typing sample?

Because Anton Grant was sent a
threatening letter after publishing the

case. That's why.

Then I'd like to see that letter.
Although I doubt that it constitutes a

And is that why Casey Ross is still
being harassed? I didn't harass him.

He wouldn't answer the doors while I
left.

Excuse me, what?

So we still don't know where he was then
yesterday at four o 'clock.

Daniel, please, get a warrant, get some
answers and get that bloody printing

sample. Go on, hurry up.

But you, I don't care who your clients
are. We have to consider the possibility

that the Burnside case is linked to
these three new murders. All right.

Inspector. What? I was asking about the
murder weapon.

Right.

Since the murderer has decided to
involve you, Miss Felton, you might as

know. The blood on the hammer is a
match.

It's all three victims.

Didn't I say it wasn't a hoax?

Bakerbury Police.

Search the lab.

Right. Yes?

Right. Right. Thank you.

The hair's a match for Gary Gibson. Get
in.

No, he can't be the killer.

He was at home at the time of Ali's
murder.

I had eyes on it. You had what?

Eyes. I'm telling you, Inspector, he's
being framed.

No, the hair caught in the tape does
seem a bit convenient.

Here, look.

I saw him in this pub with this mystery
woman. She could have taken a hair then.

She could be anybody, that.

She looks familiar.

Well, that's helpful.

We are wasting time here. The DNA
evidence is enough to arrest and charge

Gibson. So, Samuel, let's go.

If you see Anton, tell him I said thanks
again for dinner last night.

Yeah, yeah.

Quite a crowd has, of course, gathered
outside the police station. There have

been questions over the competency of
Inspector Hooper.

Inspector Hooper, can we get an update
on the murders? This is the work of a

serial killer. Mind your business.

Not wishing to engage in a stressful day
for him, but let's get into it.

I'm here in Bakerbury with the famous
puzzle lady, Miss Cora Felton, who we

believe is assisting the police in their
hunt for the graveyard killer. Miss

Felton, is it true that crossword
puzzles have been found on all of the

victims?

I can't possibly comment on an ongoing
investigation.

But you are one of the world's leading
experts in cryptic clues, are you not?

I wouldn't say so myself, but yes.

And my insights have proven invaluable
to the police.

Well, let's hope your involvement means
Danette's finally closing in on a killer

who so far has claimed the lives of
three women.

Here in Bakerbury.

Miss Felton, what's the secret to the
delicious flavor of your biscuits?

Well, that's it.

It's national news now.

Dennis will know where we are.

I messed up.

I'm so sorry, Cora.

Chloe?

It's my fault.

It's my fault Donna's dead.

If I hadn't have pissed her off, she
would never have run away.

Donna did really bad in her exams.

But her maths was the worst.

I'm good at maths.

So I said I'd help her.

I was getting her to copy out all the
answers she'd got wrong.

But she got really bad.

She gave up.

Oh, sweetheart.

It wasn't about you.

Chloe, can I ask, do you have a copy of
Donna's exam paper?

May I see it?

Did she get the first three questions
right, by any chance?

Yeah.

How did she know?

The correct answer to the fourth
question is D, line.

Oh, my God.

So it was never a crossword clue.

It explains why the note in Donna's
pocket was the only handwritten one. She

wrote it herself.

If the first clue wasn't a clue, then
why is the killer sending more?

He knew that the police were following a
false lead because Anton published the

story.

A false lead or not, we've got our man.

Has Gary Gibson confessed?

No. So what?

What do we know about the killer?

He's clever.

An opportunist who takes delight in
giving us the runaround.

Gary Gibson is an idiot.

The perfect patsy for a devious mind.

I'm telling you, he's innocent. I know
it in my guts.

I don't give a damn what you know in
your guts.

I should never have involved you in this
in the first place, honestly.

It's time for you to accept that you are
just an old lady who does crossword

puzzles, and as it turns out, these
crossword puzzles are meaningless.

I won't have you meddling in my
investigation anymore, and in fact, if I

you anywhere near it, I'll have to have
you arrested. Do I make myself clear?

Perfectly.

I'm sorry I've wasted your time.

Good day, gentlemen.

Aunt Cora!

Aunt Cora, are you okay?

Of course I am. Never better.

You can wait.

You just talk to him.

I'm fine.

Hey. I tried calling you.

How was dinner with your mum?

Not too bad, uneventful.

Really?

Becky Badeon seemed to enjoy it.

Look, Sherry, it's not what you think.

I don't care.

You still lied about it.

And I'm through with liars.

Really?

Because you've been telling a few lies
yourself.

How about you tell me who the real
puzzle lady is? I don't have to explain

myself to anyone.

Least of all you.

Well, won't they do? You've made an
arrest.

Can you even prove your suspect killed
all those women? No, but he left his DNA

in the murder weapon, and we've been
analysing printer samples to find out

been sending those clues and letters.

And? And we found a match. Well, to one
of them. Hand -delivered to the puzzle

lady and printed off in the library.

Thank you.

The library?

Yeah. Oh, anyone could have used that
printer.

Bloody hell, Hooper, you're going to
need to find a better smoking gun than

that. Because I'm not telling the women
of Bakerbury they're safe if they're

not.

Sure.

He's just being a topper, sir.

You're absolutely right, Daniel.

A public access printer doesn't prove
anything.

Who's typing this up, by the way? Uh,
Jimmy. Jimmy Potter.

Jimmy Potter.

Casey mentioned something about Jimmy
Potter and a scrapbook.

You hear that?

Coffee.

Hi, love.

Shall I get through to Katie? I've still
got her phone, darling.

What do you mean she isn't at school?

Oh, where is she, then?

Is that what Anton gets up on?

Asking me to explain myself?

Just an old woman.

A personal woman.

At least I'm smart enough to know that
he's accused the wrong man.

But who's the right one, hmm?

Who's the real killer?

We need answers.

Come on. We are going to Alice Antiques.

What? No.

No, you leave me out of it.

Sherry, the killer is out there right
now.

How would you feel if he murdered
another woman while you were sat there

biscuits? That is not fair.

What if that woman were me?

Just because you wouldn't help me. For
fuck's sake, help you with what?

No. Come on.

Jerry,

I'm confiscating that. No, you're not.

You're not getting another biscuit. Get
out of my mouth, Dylan.

Come on.

This is a terrible idea.

How are we supposed to get in?

Isn't the internet a marvel?

All these instructional videos by
cheerful men helping burglars.

Oh, my God, we're going to jail.

No, the police will thank us for being
good citizens.

I was killed for a reason.

Remember Melvin?

My fourth husband.

The American?

It was a parting gift.

It's lucky I didn't use it on him.
They'd cheat him.

Do you even know what you're looking
for?

I'll know it when I see it.

She cancelled a meeting on the day she
died at midday.

AA meeting.

Yes, she died at 4pm.

So she left before closing time.

This is breaking and entering our core.

She drags me out here and you don't even
have a plan.

Looking for clues is a plan. It's not
our job to look for clues.

I'm so sick of this crap.

I came to Bakerbury for a quiet life and
that is impossible with you.

A quiet life?

All you want is to hide away from
everyone and everything in case

happens.

Well, let me tell you, Sherry, bad
things do happen.

So either stop...

Or you might as well go and lie down in
that fucking graveyard.

Okay, well, at least I'm not delusional.

You run around wanting everyone to think
you're Miss Marple, but it's make

-believe. Just like everything else
about you. You are a fraud.

Hey, of course.

It's the puzzle lady here.

Ali Brindle made a copy of the
certificate.

Let's not play games.

I could hand it over to the police, or
we could come to an arrangement.

What are you, Kyle?

You know my daughter, Katie Hooper. So?

So have you seen her? Yeah.

She's about this big.

You think that's funny, mate? Just tell
me if you've seen her. No, I haven't, I

swear. She wasn't at school today. What
about Jimmy Potter? Has she mentioned

Jimmy Potter? Have you seen her with a
Jimmy Potter? No, sir!

What?

Jimmy wasn't at the library, sir, or at
home. In case you warned me about Jimmy,

I didn't listen.

What have you taken of me?

What have you taken of me? Keep looking.

Seen Cora on the news, pretending to be
an expert to the police.

I'm sure the world would love to know
the Puzzle Lady's fake.

Maybe I'll put a call into the press.

Maybe I'll swing by a bakery too.

Pay you a little visit.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

You ruined my life and you don't even
know who I am.

I'm Casey Roth.

You and that Puzzle Lady have the police
thinking I'm a serial killer.

Nobody thinks that. They've arrested
somebody else.

Then why are they searching my house,
huh?

Because I made a mistake ten years ago.

I made up for that.

I've been a good person. I stood by
Bonnie's parents.

I tell them she was an angel and they
have no idea what a bitch she really

What happened?

Did she break up with you?

Oh, my God. So you killed her, didn't
you?

Jesus Christ.

What is going on? Will you just help me
tie him up, will you?

Have you got a new rope?

I swear, I didn't mean to kill Bonnie.

I was just trying to scare her and tear
the tree.

Don't need a good solicitor.

Oh, my God. Sherry.

Sherry!

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

I'm really glad you called.

Are you sure he didn't hurt you? More
likely the other way around.

It's not your client yet, Becky.

Anyway, why are you even here? I came to
talk to your aunt.

I remembered who her mystery woman was.

I don't know her name, but I saw her in
a lift in my old job in London about six

months ago.

She was with Stuart Tanner.

I should tell Aunt Cora.

Just got a message from her.

Gone to meet the killer in the
graveyard, send the police.

What the...

Should I do all my eyes open? Because
people die with their eyes open. No, no,

no. That was good, yeah.

Did you hear?

Do you have the certificate?

Of course, I do.

Then what makes you think I won't just
take it?

I can handle myself.

Thought you wanted to do a deal. I do.

But first, I need to know I'm right.

Would you indulge me?

You're the woman with the gun.

You had no idea your first victim had a
cryptic note in her pocket later

mistaken for a crossword clue.

When the story was printed in the
Gazette, you decided to use it to your

advantage to deepen the serial killer
myth.

And why would I do any of that?

Because you wanted to kill your wife.

The real question was how to get away
with it scot -free.

You found a troubled girl who just
happened to be in town late at night.

A random victim would make Vicky's
murder appear random too.

But here's your mistake.

Your third victim was far from random.

Ali Brindle was a certified expert in
art appraisal.

She was helping Vicky to sell her late
mother's antiques. She found something

priceless in that house, didn't she?

I knew it.

Your perfect plan was for your final
victim to take what she knew to the

Well, this is all fascinating.

But you're forgetting one thing.

I was with Inspector Hooper when Annie
Brindle was killed.

Yes, you were.

By design.

You see, Ali wrote in her diary, AA
meeting.

It was to hand over an art
authentication certificate to you.

It was originally scheduled for 12 noon,
around about the time you went to the

police station and found it locked. So
you aborted the plan and cancelled the

meeting.

When you were called to the station for
questioning that same afternoon, you

contacted Ali to say that you would meet
her after all at 4pm.

So are you suggesting I was in two
places at once?

Of course not.

I'm saying you have an accomplice.

She killed Ali Brindle in the car park
to get the certificate and give you an

alibi.

Ah, hello again.

Maybe you'd care to join your lover, I
presume?

Oh, how thoughtful of you to come
prepared, Stuart.

Tie her hands.

You know, you've done a lot of talking.

How about you get to the point of this
little meeting?

I'm afraid the talking was the point.

To give the police time to get here.

Should be any minute now.

Are you all right?

No, she shot me!

Why did you do that? Because you're
expendable. Shut up!

That's not true.

Give me the gun.

Don't do it.

I'm tied up.

You're hurt.

Let me handle this.

How about we go for a little drive?

Get the bag.

some faith with yours.

Don't you ever do anything like that
again, Aunt Cora.

Promise me.

Oh, I promise.

And if I do, I promise not to tell you
about it. No, I'm being serious. A joke.

You should see it. He does all these,
like, really cool, like, crime read

instructions and I helped him and
they're dead gory and... Yeah.

Right. Hey, I'll talk to you later.

So, Miss Felton, you think the motive
for all of this is a piece of art, but

have no idea what it is, is that right?
Exactly.

So, what makes you think that it's here?

Well, they would have removed it from
the house the second they knew I was on

it. Well, wouldn't you?

Right.

Better give me the keys.

It's got to be here. It must be here.

Can't be right about everything, Miss
Felton.

I

know

a turner when I see one.

Do you?

That's a constable.

Well, well, well.

I'm so sorry you went through that.

I just wish I'd been there.

No.

No, actually, it's okay.

It kind of helped me see things more
clearly.

That's why I like you.

I really do, but... it just isn't going
to work.

And it's not your fault, it's just...
things have happened to me that I need

work through, and I have to do it alone.

I'm really sorry.

Dennis,

it's me.

So, this is how it's going to go.

If you go to the press about Aunt Cora,
I will tell them all about you.

Your music career would take quite the
dime if everyone knew you were a wife

-beater.

Feel free to call me back.

Or show up in person.

I really could not give a shit.

Oh, Aunt Cora, look.

Anton got a four -page exclusive.

Good for him.

Oh, and there's a whole bit here on you.

Inspector Hooper says he couldn't have
done it without your help.

Oh, wow, and it even mentions Daisy
Roth's confession.

Listen to this.

Mr and Mrs Burnside are grateful to have
justice for their daughter after all

these years.

Yeah.

I'm proud of you, Aunt Cora.

I'm proud of us both.

You know you haven't had a real drink in
days.

Good Lord.

You're right.

Oh, time for a bloody Mary. No, Aunt
Cora.

We still haven't finished unpacking.

Well, so let's finish it.

Are you sure?

We don't have to stay here if you don't
want to.

Now, why would I want to leave
Bakerbury?

These people clearly need me.

What did he say?