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Mr Franklin?

Mr Franklin?

Hello?

Mr Franklin?

Mr Franklin?

Mr Franklin!

In you go for breakfast.

Knock-knock.

Ta-dah.

Oh, is that for me?

Yeah, I believe so.

Unless your scaly friend over there
has been using your Prime membership

to restock his supply
of freeze-dried beetles.

Another puzzle?

I'm afraid I have some
rather bad news, Patience.

It's about your favourite writer,
Harry Franklin.

Sorry, sir, I was... I can see.

This is the first Sunday I've
had off in more than a month.

Yeah, well, I was on the third tee.
Oh, you were playing golf?

Does the name Harry Franklin
mean anything to you?

The crime writer? Yeah.
He was found dead in his flat.

Doors bolted from the inside.

Now look, I want this tied up before
it becomes, you know, a thing.

"Police baffled by mystery death
of best-selling crime writer."

Exactly. Have you contacted Parsons?

Yeah. She's been there an hour.

Um, Harry Franklin's dead.

Yeah. How do you know?

Uh, Mr Gilmour, he, he told me.

Who the hell told him?
It sounds like a locked room mystery.

No mystery - he killed himself.

Right, but in his book A Crooked Man

the famous writer appears
to have killed himself,

and then... Do you want
to see for yourself?

Er... yes. Yes. I...

Sorry... Mm?

Sorry.

You worked it out yet?

This might be more of a challenge.

Patience. Mm? Pop these on.

Oh, thanks.

What are we dealing with? Er,
well, preliminary indications

suggest potassium cyanide
is cause of death.

Or hydrogen cyanide.

Er, potassium cyanide is more common.

Mm. Not in this case, it's not.

Well, the lab will confirm either way.

Just let her do her job.

People don't like to be
contradicted in public.

Boss?

I'll just be a minute. OK.

Mr Franklin usually responds
promptly to phone messages.

When he hadn't rung back in
three days, I was concerned.

And you are?

Kelvin Fitzwalter, Pardona Publishing.

You publish Mr Franklin's books?

No. We were hoping to.

We contracted him to write a memoir.

So, when did you last see him?

Today's the first time
I've ever set eyes on him.

Never came to your office? Oh,
Mr Franklin never left the building.

He didn't own a computer or a mobile.

We only ever talked on his landline.

You gave him a contract based
on a few chats on the phone?

When someone like him offers you
their memoirs, you don't say no.

So what about you?

Well, I spoke to him
maybe three days ago.

He asked me to post a letter.
Did you happen to notice the address?

I respect the residents' privacy.

Has he had any visitors since?

None that I saw. And, er...

..my desk is right by the front door.

Right, are you sure?

Is it indeed? Definitely?

Oh, right, OK. Yeah. Thanks for that.

Yeah, OK, bye, bye.

Er, that was the lab.

Swabs from the glass show traces of HCN.

Mm. Hydrogen cyanide.

You were right. Yes, I was.

It smells of almonds and
Harry's favourite liqueur -

the killer must have known that.

Except we don't think he was killed.
And why are you whispering?

Well, DI Metcalf said that
if I'm to contradict you,

I shouldn't do it publicly.

So, were there traces of
HCN in the Amaretto bottle?

I've a lot to get on with.

Please don't touch anything.

Patience?

What happened?

Is something the matter?

Would it help to talk about it?

"To make the correct patterns,
the player must be able"

"to see things from
multiple perspectives."

Patience.

I got carried away at a crime scene

and I touched something
that I shouldn't have.

Oh, dear.

Now Detective Bea won't want me
as her investigative assistant.

We all make mistakes.

I know, 19 minutes late.

I didn't think we'd be seeing you today.

Um, were there traces of HCN
found in the Amaretto bottle?

Or were there traces of HCN found
in any receptacle in the flat?

Slow down. OK. Were there traces of HCN

found in a receptacle that
could have been thrown out

the window of his apartment?

I'll check with forensics, OK?

OK.

Um, I... I wanted to say sorry as well.

This is everything that I
could find on Harry Franklin.

I was up most of the night.

So I used red pen cos it felt like

the right colour for those
questions. That's...

That's very helpful. Thank you.

Can you believe it?

More than 90 comments.

Most of them think he
was murdered. He was.

Patience has questioned how the cyanide

got into Harry Franklin's
glass if he killed himself.

There's no traces of the
poison in the Amaretto bottle

or in any receptacle found in his
flat other than in his glass.

But he's a crime writer.

He... threw it out of the
window to confuse us.

Uniform searched the vicinity.

Somebody put it in and left.

But the door was bolted from the inside.

Well, maybe he showed 'em out.

The poison's too fast-acting.
And besides,

the caretaker was adamant - no visitors.

So he kept it in the glass
until the right moment.

It would have evaporated.

Sounds like a
locked room mystery.

If we can't account for how Harry
got the cyanide into his own drink

then we have to assume some
form of third-party involvement.

Let's pull in CCTV images
from outside the flat.

Everybody's favourite job.
I know. You're so good at it.

See who came and went.
When and why.

Did you follow up on the paperwork
we found at Harry's flat?

Yeah, the bank's offshore

and they won't play ball
without a court order.

What a surprise. Let's get one.

We did dig this out, though.

Two months ago, Harry opens his
first domestic account in 20 years.

Completely different bank.

That six-figure deposit paid
in by Pardona Publishing

the very same day,
for his memoirs, presumably.

Except there was nothing resembling
memoirs or notes for memoirs

in the gubbins we found in his flat.
Maybe he just hadn't started.

Or maybe somebody cleared it all out.

We know some of his papers are missing.

"Dear Lottie, thank you for
your reply to my letter."

Where's the reply?
The SOCOs didn't find it.

So, who has interest in preventing
the memoirs from being published?

What about his ex-publisher?

Er... Pippa Junor. Halfpenny Publishing.

It's practically a one-woman operation.

Who's just watched her pot
of gold walk out the door.

Mm, we should call her in for a chat.

Harry's a creature of habit.

Same offshore bank account for 20 years.

I want to know why, change it now?

Maybe customers get a cuddly toy?

You paid a tidy sum for his memoirs.

That was just the advance.

Reckon they were gonna be worth it?

Look, his books have
sold 18 million copies.

They bring thousands of
people to York each year.

Haven't you heard of the
Fortnum Mystery Weekends?

Mm. Can I see them?
These fabulous memoirs.

He hadn't delivered anything.
Oh.

Well, there's nothing in his flat.

Reckon he was playing you? No,
absolutely not.

No immediate family, no real friends,

barely leaves the house.

Doesn't sound like much
of a life to write about.

There was going to be a section on
the fire that almost killed him.

Plus, he promised a
reveal that the public

and the literary world would
find absolutely explosive.

Yeah - Writer's Retreat,
The Fire That Destroyed Me,

My Life As A Ghost, Unmasked At Last.

Yeah, he'd been researching for months.

There must be evidence of that.
Barely a shred.

I'm trying to identify
these people with Harry.

Well, I have no idea who the woman is,

but, er, that is Edmund Lennox.

He's one of our star writers.

Well, he's, er,
gone a bit greyer since then.

Hm.

Better day?

Er, yeah. Yeah.

You fancy some lemonade? It's home-made.

Er, OK.

There you go. Thank you.

Patience, we're just about...

There are seven types
of locked room mystery,

including the ice arrow,
in which the murder weapon disappears.

Are we on a Fortnum Mystery Weekend?
We're just on our way to...

The killer mixed
cyanide and water

and put it in the ice-cube tray,

and then Harry Franklin put the
frozen cube into his drink.

That's brilliant.
Can you get on to Parsons?

Tell her to test the ice tray.

Yeah, what about the interview
with Junor? Patience can observe.

When did you last speak to him?

A month ago.

What'd you talk about?

A new contract.

Er, Harry had killed off Fortnum.

I thought of a way to bring him back.

How did he react?

He was evasive.

Then I found out he'd
signed a deal with Pardona.

And when did you last see him?

In person? Maybe a year ago.

After he sent me the
final Fortnum manuscript,

I came to try and dissuade him.

CCTV has you visiting
his flat last Saturday,

after waiting for the
caretaker to leave.

I knocked. Got no reply.

You looked pretty angry. Did I?

Fortnum was your golden goose.
In my office,

I have got the typescript
of the first Fortnum novel.

Harry's first draft.

Overblown, pretentious, a mess.

Every other publisher had rejected it,

but I saw a clever plot,
cut it to the bone,

sent it back to him,
said I'd publish it,

but only in this form.

He agreed. Six months later,
it's a bestseller.

I made him.

I put up with his refusal
to promote his work,

his typescripts, his rudeness,

and then out of the blue, I'm history.

I'll tell you why I
didn't want to be seen.

If Harry had opened
that door and treated me

in that bloody condescending,
offhand way of his,

I don't know what I would have done.

Patience?

Yes?

Whe... Where are you?

Er, I'm...

Nobody actually comes in here.

Do you want to come out?
No, I don't.

Shall we shout through the crate, then?

No.

Do not touch anything, OK?

Why are you here?

You were right about the ice cubes. Hm.

How would you feel about
talking to Baxter,

making your role with us official?
Er, I found them.

The people in the photograph.

"The fire claimed the
life of Lisa Newman, 23."

"Harry Franklin, 24,
was taken to hospital"

"with second degree burns.
A second man, Edmund Lennox, 24,"

"also attended but was later released."

"Aldous Tate, who owns the cabin
that was destroyed in the fire"

"and runs the Sandend writers' retreat,"

"said he was devastated
by Miss Newman's death."

Yeah, so this is the incident report

that Harry Franklin requested
a copy of two weeks ago.

To help research his memoirs.
Yeah.

He also requested access to
Lisa Newman's postmortem.

I mean, the findings
were inconclusive, but...

It could have been started
deliberately? Possibly.

Pardona could put us in touch

with the other man in the photo,
Edmund Lennox.

It must have been a shock,
Mr Lennox. Mm.

That's an understatement.

I've known Harry since we were 17.

You both have the same model.

Er, yeah, dared each other to buy
those with our student grants.

Commit to being a writer.

Harry loved the clatter of the keys,
wrote all his novels on it,

and mine just sat there glaring at me,
telling me not to give up.

You were never tempted?
To write detective fiction? God, no.

No, my... my ambitions
lay on a higher plane.

Tell me about Lisa Newman.

Lisa, er...

..what can I say? Er,
her death shattered Harry,

turned him into a recluse,
er, and a writer,

although it would be another five
years before he created Fortnum.

Mm. Was this taken at the retreat?

Yes.

Aldous Tate took it. The creep.

Why'd you call him that? Er,
Harry told me that he, uh, Aldous,

tried it on with Lisa.
She found him a bit scary.

Hm. Did Lisa have a twin sister?

I believe she did, yes.

Er, leave that, please.

If you must handle my books, here.

Have one of these.

When did you last visit Harry?

Er, must have been a while back. Um...

Are you treating his
death as suspicious?

Did you know he was writing
a memoir? I didn't, no.

Er, but I'm not surprised.

I mean, every writer
cranks one out eventually.

If they live long enough.

Oh, you bought a copy?

A gift. He insisted on signing it.

Well, we've got a gift for you too,

and I think you're gonna like this one.
But first, the bad news. Will?

There is another entrance to
the apartment block, ma'am,

via the car park,
but it's not covered by CCTV.

Right. Now the good.

Facial recognition picked him up.

Convicted of assault, 2015.
Aldous Tate. Tate.

Yeah. He's featured in the
news coverage about the fire.

Ran the Sandend writers' retreat,

owned the log cabin that burned down,
killing Lisa Newman,

and scarring Harry Franklin for life.

And the PNC says Tate
assaulted the boyfriend

of a student that accused
him of sexual harassment.

A bunch of other women came forward,
and the university had to fire him.

Lennox said Tate made unwanted advances

towards Lisa Newman as well.

And Patience dug out the
original fire report -

it could have been started on purpose.

I checked Harry
Franklin's phone records.

He'd called Aldous Tate four
times in the past two weeks.

Hiya.

We're looking for Aldous Tate.
He's around somewhere.

Are you his daughter?

I'm his wife.

Excuse me.

Sweetie pie.

Are you Aldous Tate? What do you want?

This is humiliating.

Yeah, well, we have
to test your clothes.

Why did you visit Harry's flat?

He wanted to talk.

About the fire.

About Lisa Newman, more specifically?

She was an attractive young woman.

I've said all I'm ever
going to about Lisa Newman.

You took that photograph

of Edmund Lennox, Lisa,
and Harry Franklin.

No comment.

I want my lawyer.

Um, I finished it.

I haven't got past page 20.

Well, I'm a fast reader.
Hyperlexia is the medical term.

Right. So, at first I thought,
"This is terrible.

"There's no puzzle."
But then I realised there is one.

Lennox didn't write this.

What? It was written by Harry Franklin.

What makes you think that? Well,
it has the same cadences,

the same syntactical constructs,

the same narrator's voice as
all of the Fortnum novels.

I think we need a bit
more than similar writing.

Identical writing.

And the Jaccard Index will prove it.

I have no idea what that is.

Er, it's a similarity coefficient.

Can't believe you didn't know that.

Let's see what Lennox has to say.

So, how may I help you?

My colleague's read your book.

She's hyperlexic.

Did you enjoy it?

Oh, no, I didn't enjoy it.

Who cares?

You didn't write it.

Oh? I was sure I did.

Er, let me see.

No, that... that is definitely me.

Mm. Harry Franklin wrote it.

The Jaccard Index will prove it.

Why would he use your name, Mr Lennox?

Er, it's...

It's not a crime.

We'll be the judge of that.

Harry thought the critics
didn't take him seriously.

He wanted to write something literary.

Prove them wrong.

Our plan was to reveal all,
but only after the reviews were out

and it had been judged on its merits,
not on his name.

Then Adam's Island was shortlisted

for one of the better literary prizes.
We agreed to hold off

the big reveal until we
found out if it had won.

Since I heard about his death,
I admit I have been wondering

whether it might not
be a better idea to...

..just allow our secret
to be buried with him.

Metcalf.

Great. On my way.

Traces of cyanide on Tate's clothing.

We got him.

Mr Tate. My client won't be
answering any more questions.

Release him or charge him.

Aldous Tate, you are charged with
the murder of Harry Franklin.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned

something that you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

Come in.

Here you go.

I'm...

I don't know, I...

I've only looked at this from
one perspective, and I'm...

I'm starting to think the
reverse might also be true.

I don't understand. Well...

..why would someone with
a badly damaged hand

use a manual typewriter?

Are you saying that you
don't think Harry Franklin

wrote the Fortnum novels?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I'm saying that I admired
him as a writer and,

well, I've let that cloud my judgment.

Good morning. Good morning.

Er, DCI Baxter is not
receiving anyone at the mo...

Excuse me.

Calvin. Marissa.

According to this, hydrogen cyanide
occurs naturally in certain plants.

Millets, sprouts,
cassava roots, lima beans -

all grown by Aldous Tate's wife.

DI Metcalf was also in the greenhouse.

She will also have traces
of HCN on her clothing.

Are you going to charge her too?

Release my client immediately or I
will sue you for wrongful arrest.

Mr Tate.

We've got a suspect in the room
on the day that the guy died.

Traces of cyanide on his clothes.

What more do they want?

Boss.

Puts a different perspective on it.

Patience, it's Detective Bea.

Here you go. Harry's
first Fortnum manuscript.

Could I...?
It's not a holy relic.

So, Harry Franklin didn't
write the Fortnum novels.

In his "Dear Lottie" letter,
in his typewriter,

which we assume he did write,

the indentations on the
left-hand keys are much weaker.

And, well...

..on these pages there's
no discernible difference

between the keys you
strike with your left hand,

and the ones that you'd
strike with your right.

I'm sorry, I gave you bad advice.
Why would Lennox lie about it?

I don't... I... What do you think?
I don't... I...

I think I'm not cut out to be
your investigative assistant.

I'm... I think I'd just like to go home.

Patience?

Huh.

Just, I feel like I'm not...

I'm not doing anything right,
and... I don't know.

Yeah. Self-doubt,
the way Patience is describing it,

is common.

But perhaps for us,
due to trauma in the past,

it can be extreme.

We can be drawn to
thinking in absolutes.

Everything is all or nothing. Yeah.

Your father was a police
officer, Patience,

and a decorated one at that.

Yeah.

That's a lot to live up to.

Hiya. Hi. Hiya.

Almonds? Cyanide.

Found it in the boot.

Looks like notes.

From Harry Franklin's lost memoirs.

Huh. I cannot believe we had Harry
Franklin's killer in custody,

and we let him go.

Well, the cause of death for Tate, sir,

is exactly the same MO as
used to kill Harry Franklin.

Hydrogen cyanide.

Yeah. The forensics don't indicate
any third-party involvement.

Mm. CCTV places Tate at
the scene of the murder

on the day that Harry died.

We've got to assume
that he stole the notes

for Harry's memoirs that
we found in the car.

"Asked Tate to visit,
said I needed help to research"

"what really happened with the fire.
He demanded payment. £2,000 agreed."

"Worth it to see his face when I
tell him I know he killed Lisa."

This sounds like supposition.

I digitised Lisa Newman's
postmortem images.

The same ones Harry Franklin
requested as part of his research.

Now, this is not a heat-related lesion.

This is a stab wound.
Look at the clean line.

Well, why wasn't it noticed at the time?

Well, modern topographical
techniques can pick it up,

but not, er, not in the '90s.

All right, so you've given
me a possible motive

for Tate murdering Harry Franklin,
to stop him exposing him

for the murder of Lisa
Newman 20-plus years ago.

But what was Tate's motive
for killing himself?

He had the notes,
Harry was dead.

The memoirs aren't going
to see the light of day.

Care to honour us with an insight?

Not until I've shown these

to a colleague in criminal records, sir.

Yeah, this was typed by
the same person who wrote

the "Dear Lottie" letter.

On the same typewriter,
it would appear. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Good. What you're looking at is
the letter Harry sent to Lottie

requesting information
about her sister Lisa,

just before he was killed.

Now, look at this.

Well, this was typed by a
completely different person,

on a different machine.

It's the one that was used to type
the Fortnum manuscript we looked at.

I'm certain of it.

It's one of the pages of Harry's
notes we found in Tate's car.

But Edmund Lennox wrote them.

We've got him. Thanks to you.

You wrote the Fortnum novels, Edmund.

Do you have proof of that?
We can prove Harry Franklin didn't.

We had an expert analyse the pages
of the first Fortnum manuscript.

It shouldn't be too
difficult to match them

to the Olivetti typewriter
on your client's desk.

I'd call it typing, not writing,

but yes, Fortnum was my creation.

So what?

But you despise crime fiction.

Well, as Samuel Johnson almost said,

only a fool would write crime fiction

for anything other than money.
You certainly made plenty of that.

For the tape, I'm showing a letter
from the Tortuga National Bank

in the Cayman Islands,
dated October 2004.

An offshore account,
open and closed by you,

but in the name of Edmund
Lennox AND Harry Franklin.

We got a court order, Edmund.

You paid Harry an awful lot of money.

For research.

For the tape,
we are showing three items.

A letter typed by Harry Franklin
to Lisa Newman's sister,

a page from the typescript
of the first Fortnum novel.

And notes for Harry Franklin's memoir,

recovered from Aldous Tate's car.

Because of the burns to his left hand,
when Harry typed,

the keys on the left
side of the typewriter

made a weaker indentation
than those on the right.

Harry's letter to
Lottie is very distinct

from the notes found
in Tate's car.

This was typed by Harry.
These were typed by you.

You didn't pay him for research.

It was blood money, paid out of guilt.

Harry was my friend.

He suffered.

Oh, you have no idea.

The burns, the loss of
the girl he loved. He...

I did what I could to support him.

I'm sure you tried to convince
yourself of that over the years,

but then you discover Harry
is writing a memoir. Oh, God.

I told you, I had no idea.

You're lying, Edmund.

We spoke again to Kelvin Fitzwater.

He told you over dinner that
Pardona had signed Harry,

about Harry's research
and the explosive reveal.

You realised he was gonna tell the world

that you'd murdered his girlfriend.

That's utter nonsense.

We spoke to Lisa's sister.

It wasn't Tate she was scared of,
it was you.

Lisa Newman died from a knife wound.

You set fire to the cabin
to cover your tracks.

You staged Harry's death
to look like a suicide.

When that unravelled,
you tried to frame Tate.

Lured him with the promise
of money, poisoned him,

left Harry's notes in his car.

Except they weren't Harry's
notes - you made them up.

The success that I had
with Adam's Island,

I took to be a sign...

..I no longer had to expend
my talent on Fortnum.

I'd paid Harry reparations enough.

Then I found out he's
not only cashing in

on the fame I'd given him,

but he's about to expose me.

So you killed Harry Franklin.

I had no choice.

And Aldous Tate.

Oh, well, no loss.

And Lisa Newman.

A crime passionnel.

When she told me that
she preferred Harry,

I had a moment of... blind...

..black, fathomless rage.

Interview suspended, 17.40.

This is a letter from Harry Franklin

that Pardona Publishing found
in their post room this morning.

The explosive reveal he was planning...

He didn't write the
Fortnum novels.

He blamed Aldous Tate for
Lisa's death, not you.

You had no reason to kill him.

It's a puzzle box.

Oh. Is it... easy to open?

Er, I don't know, I've never tried.

You left a puzzle unsolved?

Who's Mathilde Hendricks?

It's my mother.

It's the only thing she didn't
take with her before she left.

Have you ever tried to contact her?

Why would I want to do that?

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