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HEAVY RAIN FALLS

METALLIC SCRAPING

HEAVY BREATHING

You're dead.

WOMAN SCREAMING

And this is exactly why
she didn't get picked

for the production of Phantom
we did in the second year.

The arms, fine. But the open mouth?

Hey.

THEY ALL CHUCKLE

You got here pretty quickly.

Oh, please.

That's our prime suspect
right there.

GROANS
I'm the absolute worst at this.

You were very quiet.
I didn't hear you coming.

It's always the quiet ones.

Right, well. Oh, I think we've got
time to squeeze one more round in.

Oh, God forbid we derail
the organised fun schedule.

Freddie. Come on!
Freddie.

Same as before.

Yep.

Pick a number, get ready to hide.
Pick the joker...

THUNDER RUMBLES

..and you're our killer.

Oooh!

FOOTSTEPS DEPART

LAUGHTER

THUNDER RUMBLES

Unlucky.

It looks like
you're my unfortunate victim.

I always knew
you were a dark horse.

Come on, play nice.

No, I'm not getting on the floor.

Fine, just stay there.

20 seconds, and then you shout out.

Anything for you, Mrs Starling.

One, two...

Hadn't you best get going?
Clock's ticking. ..three, four...

THUNDER RUMBLES

MAN SCREAMS

Lights on.

Jess, I thought it was you?
Up there.

It definitely came from upstairs.

Nope.

Nope.

Any other ideas?

No-one up here.

You're there, Ryan.
We're looking for Freddie, then.

UNA: Let's find the party pooper.

Anyone checked the library?
No.

What about downstairs?
Maybe the kitchen?

Let's do the library first.
Perfect place for a murder.

ALL CHUCKLE

Maybe it was Colonel Mustard.

With the Boer War bayonet.

ALL LAUGH

He's not in here either.

No, he's here.

Freddie?

GASPS

Una, no.

Oh, my God.

THUNDER RUMBLES

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I'll get it.

They got here quickly.

They always do when someone...

When something like this happens.

He was sat right there,

just making us all laugh.

And now he's just....

INDISTINCT CHATTER IN DISTANCE

Everyone is in the sitting room.

Freddie is...

He's upstairs in the library.

There's a knife, and it's...

It's OK, we'll take it from here.

Just... It's a shock.

Forensics should be here any minute,

but I want to get that crime scene
cordoned off,

then we'll start taking
witness statements.

Sarge. On it, Guv.

Now, I know you'll
want to call Judith and Suzie,

but I really think that first,
we should get an idea of...

LOUD KNOCKING

Oh, good. You're here.

HE SIGHS

Becks. Are you all right?

What happened, Becks?

This place is proper creepy.

SCOFFS
Are you scared?

Well, somewhere like this
has got to be haunted. 100%.

If only ghosts actually existed,
then you'd be in trouble.

Just cos you haven't seen one.

Are you honestly telling me
you believe in all that?

I'm open-minded.

He listens to a podcast.

Look, you said some
of those stories were weird, too.

Well...

Well, that's some vicious ghost.

Here you go.

Thanks.

JUDITH: Here.

That'll help.

Thank you.

We were playing a game
of Murder in the Dark,

and I was the killer, in the game,

and I found Freddie in the library.

He shouted 20 seconds later,
like he was supposed to,

and I thought it was part
of the game.

But it must have been real,
because when we went to find him...

UNSTEADY BREATHING

Guv.

We've secured the crime scene.

Thank you. Excuse me.

Thank you for coming.
I'm sorry, I know it's late.

I've spoken to Colin.
I told him what happened.

He's offered to come,
but I don't think he'd be allowed.

Oh, Becks.

We're going to find out
who did this, don't you worry.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

Oh, it's Friday.
Suzie, wasn't your date tonight?

Really? Now?

Date? Yes, please.

Well, yeah. It was,
but I was already home.

A little more detail
would be appreciated.

Inspired by your blossoming
relationship

with the good Professor...
It's just a friendship.

Yeah, whatever.
..I thought I'd dip my toe back in.

And, you know, it was going really
well for about 20 seconds,

and then this fool asked me
to take my shoes off

before getting into his Jag.

Oh! Nah, he was not for me.

Becks?

Can you come through a
minute, please?

Nope. These are all locked up.
They won't budge.

So, our killer must have come in
from the hallway.

Our victim's got his back
to the door.

They grab the nearest
and easiest weapon

and get Mr Thatcher-Hughes
in the back

before he's even had time
to turn around.

We've obviously got a lot
of questions to ask you

in the coming hours.

Given the distance most
of you have travelled,

I'd ask that you please stay
in the house overnight

so we can speak to each of you...
RYAN: Stay here?

Where Freddie died?

If you head home,

it'll make the process
a lot longer and more complicated.

If you don't want to stay here,

you're more than welcome
to join me back at the station.

Whatever we can do to help.

Is it safe?

We've done a full sweep
of the house,

there's no-one else here,

and we'll ensure there's officers
with you overnight.

I want to speak
to each of you individually,

but before we get started,

has anyone else entered
or left the house this evening?

It was just the six of us.

Yeah, since we got back
at dinner time.

Just the six of you?

You don't think it was one of us?

That's impossible.

Sorry, Becks, but I'm going to need
your lanyard back.

You're too close to this one.

WIND WHISTLES

Did Freddie ever do anything
that could have led to this?

I mean, Freddie was always at
the centre of some drama,

from what I gather,
but he was charming.

He got away with it.

He stole one of Oskar's girlfriends
at some point,

and Freddie and Ryan always had
this weird rivalry going.

I think they both saw themselves as
the official leader of the group.

But uni would be a really long time
to hold on to a grudge, surely?

People can be extremely petty.
Lest we forget,

the Trojan War essentially began

because Paris stole Helen
from Menelaus.

Becks, we're about
to start taking statements.

It'd be really useful
if you could give us

a bit of background on everyone.

Oh, sure. Whatever I can do.

Thank you, ladies.

Oh, we'll just go
and take a look around.

Won't we, Suzie? Yeah.

I know you're still there.

On our way. Sorry.

OK, so Ryan...Ryan Hill,
you might know his name.

He runs the Top Of The Hill
Foundation.

He was kind of like the dad
of the group at uni.

Yeah. Don't tell him that.

He'd hate it.

He likes to think of himself
as a high-flyer.

But he struggled
with his studies, though.

But it lit a fire under him,

and he's worked his socks
off since.

Have you spoken to Marie,

his wife?

I've got a number if you need one.

Don't worry,
we're taking care of all that.

I gather you and Freddie were close?

Definitely. We text all the time.

We have dinner whenever we can.

He was best man at my wedding.

We'll make this quick.

We just want to get an idea
of the timeline today.

BECKS: Una Weaver.

She organised it
and she found this place.

The reunion was her suggestion.

We were here for an hour or so,
I guess.

Picked our rooms,

then went for a walk through
the woods

to The Jolly Farmer for lunch.

Jessica Rawlinson.
She's a solicitor in the City.

I'm surprised she came.

She does take herself a little
less seriously than she used to.

I just want to clarify,
this is a witness statement,

not an interview. Correct?

That's correct.

Right. After lunch,
we walked back through the woods.

We got back here about five.
Ryan, a bit earlier.

He had some games to set up.

Una had arranged cocktails
on the terrace.

Oskar Nilsson.

He works for Ryan's foundation
in finance.

He's sort of hero-worshipped him
since we were 18.

He was expelled from uni,
ahead of the final exams.

Plagiarism in his dissertation.

It was a hard knock to recover from.

Oh. After dinner, Ryan had set
one of his legendary treasure hunts.

He's a brilliant games master.

He used to throw these incredible
parties when we were at university.

He'd deck out the whole house
with these...

Sorry, I'm rambling. Um...

Don't worry, we're nearly there.

Is there anything else
we should know about today?

Anything out of the ordinary?

Any arguments or frictions
within the group?

No.

No.

Not that I noticed.

No.

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK

Oh. Stabbed in the back.
What a cowardly way to do it.

I've yet to hear of a noble way.

Oh, hold on. Something's not right.

You cannot see a clue from here,
Judith. No way.

Jason.

How can I help you, Mrs Potts?

Um... The label on Freddie's jacket.
What brand is it?

It's a Greyhart.

Oh, my father had a Greyhart jacket.

Bespoke tailoring. Savile Row.
Hmm. Expensive.

Exactly.

But the stitching on the trousers
is all over the place.

Off the peg, I reckon.

Thank you, Jason. You know,
someone like Freddie,

someone who owned clothes
like that,

surely they'd know that's not
how you pair an outfit.

I stand corrected.

No fingerprints on the knife.

Helen thinks cause of death
is most likely to be exsanguination.

The blade completely severed
the thoracic aorta,

causing massive internal bleeding.

He probably died almost instantly.

Um...

We'd best...

Yeah, yeah.

I think we should pay Mr Freddie
Thatcher-Hughes' room a visit.

Hey. Forensics still have
to sweep that room,

so whatever you're scarpering off
to do, just do it properly.

Thank you.

Ta.

Can you tell me where you were
when Freddie was killed?

I was in the parlour upstairs.

It seemed like a good place
to hide.

Did you see anyone else?

I saw Oskar.

He was on that top corridor,
just before...it happened.

Oskar was on the top floor,

but I'm pretty sure there
was someone outside the library.

Yes, there was somebody
by the library.

Um... I couldn't tell you who,
but Becks was near.

She might know.

I came straight downstairs,

but I didn't see anyone
until I passed Jessica

in the sitting room doorway.

I just assumed everyone was
upstairs, until Becks walked past.

What do you think?

That it's convenient
everyone's got an alibi

and that they're all corroborated
by each other.

He can't have been that stylish.

My grandad had a pair like this,
and he used to wear clogs.

SHE CHUCKLES

Oh!
PHONE VIBRATES

Sorry.

What's happened?

I've been trying to hire
a builder for weeks,

but I've been,
I believe the term is "ghosted",

three times. Finally,
someone who might be able to help.

Easier to find a husband in Marlow
than it is a builder.

If he's any good,
give him my number.

So you can hire him or marry him?

Hmm! Time will tell.

The bathroom.

The mystery of the
mismatched outfit is solved.

I've got something.
Come and have a look at this.

No wood or coal.

No, just paper.

It looks like...

Somebody's burned a book.

You all gave me detailed accounts
of the day,

but no mention of how Freddie
got so muddy,

he needed to change clothes.

I'm sorry, it's just...

There was a small incident
on the way back.

OSKAR: It was my fault.

I accidentally kicked
some mud up at Freddie.

Are you kidding me? Sorry...

UNA: Oskar said he offered to pay
for dry cleaning. But...

..Freddie, he overreacted.
Got a bit shouty.

Yeah. He wouldn't drop it.

You are infected with failure.
Freddie, they're trousers...

Every part of your pathetic life.
Right?

You've got no wife,
you've got no kids,

you've got barely any friends,
just a dull job.

You know, one day the charm
is going to run out,

and everyone will see
what you really are.

You're going to go too far,
and you'll regret it.

You told me he shouted.

You didn't tell me
you threatened him.

None of you did.

I just wanted to get through to him,
without him laughing at me.

And it worked.

Freddie actually apologised,
for the first time ever.

I'm certainly not his biggest fan,
but I didn't...hurt him.

Right, and none of you thought
to mention this earlier?

I know how it looks,
but you don't know Oskar like we do.

I mean, there's no way he could do
something like this.

Are you certain about that?
Because earlier,

it didn't sound like you were
particularly close any more.

I'm not, but I know him.

I mean, we've all known him
since he was 18.

It's not enough.

Look, I've worked with Oskar
for over a decade.

He couldn't have killed Freddie.

It wasn't meant to be a lie.
It was just an omission.

I really thought I'd be able
to trust your word on this one.

Anything else you're holding back,

I suggest you tell us sooner
rather than later.

MOUTHS: I'm sorry.

Anything else
from the Breakfast Club?

An argument this afternoon.

Turns out they're not the tight unit
they're purporting to be.

Right. Well, forensics
are nearly done upstairs,

and I've got the burnt pages from
the fireplace ready for the lab.

Great. Jason and Alice,
I want you both here

until uniforms come to relieve you.

And double check the cellar
for any ways in or out.

Guv. Guv.

You're welcome to join
the briefing tomorrow morning,

but I have rules.

I need you to keep your distance
from Becks.

At best, she's a witness.
At worst, a suspect.

Investigate as you have to,

but you are only to talk to her
as you would a suspect.

She is not to help you
with the case at all. Understood?

Entirely.
We'll see you in the morning,

bright and early.

Coffees on us.

Couple of muffins
wouldn't go amiss either.

Blueberry, please.

Well, no-one got in or out this way.

SHE SIGHS

Why does it feel like
this wasn't the first person

to die in this house?

I mean, statistically,

dozens have probably died
in a house this age.

Look, when you think about it,
someone has died in most houses.

Your flat is Victorian,
over a century old.

This isn't helping.

I thought you weren't scared?

I'm not.

UNA: Help! Officers!

Officers! Please!

Hello?

Hello?

Please! I heard a noise.

What's happened?
Are you all right?

I thought I heard footsteps.

It sounded like they were coming
from above. It's the attic.

I opened it by accident earlier,
and now it's locked.

What's happening?
Is everything all right?

It's OK. You both go back to bed.
We'll look into this.

Did you hear the footsteps? Above?

I was fast asleep.

You've been through
a lot tonight, Mrs Weaver.

It's an old house,
with warping doors and faulty locks.

It must happen all the time. OK?

Officers checked the whole house.

I'm sure it's nothing
to worry about.

OK. Thank you.

DOOR RATTLES

First rule of a horror movie,
never go upstairs.

Ew. Oh, damn!

Let's just assume it's mice?

Huh? Yeah.

OK. I'm going down now,
see you in a bit.

Wait... Wait.

VEHICLE BEEPS

Oh, good morning.
We've thought about what you said,

and obviously we have
a vested interest in this case.

But it just means we're more
determined to solve it.

In the right way.

Good. So, what do we have?

Well, we've informed Marie
Thatcher-Hughes

of her husband's death.
Witnesses place her in Bath.

According to the reports, it sounds
like your standard marriage.

"Standard marriage"?

I never took you for such
a romantic, Brendan.

Hmm.

We managed to track down
the owner of the house,

a Hector Bly.

Currently on a whisky tour
of the Highlands.

All right for some. Yeah.

And after the trouser argument,

we looked into Oskar Nilssen,

but there's not even
a parking ticket in his name,

so seems an unlikely culprit.

Is there any information

about further comings and goings
from the house?

We've checked the motion sensor
security lights

on the front and back lawn.

The sensors were last triggered
at 5.07pm,

which matches the time the group
said they returned to the house.

So, no-one went in or out
after that time.

How's our layout looking?

Oh. Um, well...

We've got Freddie Thatcher-Hughes'
body in the library,

and then Ryan Hill
on the first floor,

and then Oskar outside his bedroom
on the second floor.

Oh, and then downstairs,
in the entrance hall,

you've got Jessica Rawlinson

and Rebecca Starling.

Yeah. Well, don't forget Una.

Yep. Una Weaver, in the parlour.

And then there's the mystery figure
outside the library.

Supposedly seen by two people.

Did anything interesting crop up
after we left last night?

Well, it's probably nothing.

But Mrs Weaver thought she heard
footsteps in the attic.

We went to check it out,
but there was nothing up there.

You should hear
the racket my pipes make.

And that's not a euphemism.

Houses make strange noises.

It's a thing.
Doesn't mean they're haunted.

He's right. When you're scared,
you hear what you want to hear.

There was no-one else in the house.

All the evidence suggests
it's one of the house guests.

But why risk killing Freddie
with so few suspects?

Surely the murderer would know that

the investigation would focus
on that small group?

We saw how Freddie was killed.
That wasn't premeditated,

it was opportunistic.

Someone's story isn't adding up.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

Morning.

We were just talking about when
Freddie decided academia was boring

and he wanted to be
a TV presenter instead.

Such a weird couple of months.
Thank God he reconsidered.

He really thought those
frosted tips made him look edgy.

Yeah, until he went swimming

and the chlorine turned them
bright green.

ALL CHUCKLE

I hate this.

The police pulled my room apart
last night.

They're just being thorough.

What do you think happened?

Someone just broke in,
and did that?

Jesus. If it's wrong time,
wrong place, that's hideous.

Well, I'd rather that
than the alternative.

How long do you think
they'll keep us here?

Maybe you should check in
with a colleague,

someone who specialises
in this sort of thing.

Check everything they're asking
of us is above board.

Oh, yes. I'll just reveal to
the people I've been working with

for the last decade

that I'm involved in a murder case.

I mean, that'll keep
the water cooler busy.

I know these officers.

Clearly.

I'm not getting
any special treatment,

if that's what you're suggesting.

Well, you folded about Oskar and
Freddie's argument pretty quickly.

I bet you've told them
who you think is capable of murder.

I really cannot comprehend

that anyone in this room
could hurt Freddie.

But if anyone can get to
the bottom of it, that team can.

We need to do everything we can
to help them.

Unless you've got something to hide.

Of course not. No.

Well, I'm suspect number one
if I refuse to play along now.

Aren't I?

We don't have to put it up.

No, we've got to do this properly.

PHONE VIBRATES

Oh, it's my builder. Excuse me.

Hello.
ON PHONE: Mrs Potts?

Yes. I'll be there later.
Oh. What time?

I can't guarantee exactly when.
Will you be in?

Oh, I see.
Well, hopefully I will be.

Thank you.

Apparently, he's going to do
his best to pop by later,

but he can't guarantee a time.

Or that he'll even turn up.

Well, there'll be no marrying
him now, if that's his attitude.

Judith, look at this.

There's words visible.

"The. Am."

It is. Until...

"Demete..." Anything else?

Oh, wait a minute.

"Harker."

It must have been Dracula that
they burned in the fireplace.

That's very impressive.

Keanu Reeves films from the '90s.
Basically, my specialist subject.

You are a woman of many talents,
Suzie Harris.

I think it might be time for us
to find out why Freddie

had such a strong dislike
for Gothic fiction.

I've got the report back
on Freddie's phone.

A few snippy messages to colleagues,
but nothing warranting murder.

The one thing that did
ring an alarm bells,

ten days before the reunion,

Freddie received 12 missed calls,
all from the same number.

We traced it. Una Weaver's phone.

Right, let's get over there now.

Alice, Jason, keep looking into
socials for the suspects.

Guv. Guv.

I haven't seen these before.

Becks. Becks.

They're presents.

The police put them all there
once they'd finished searching.

Advance copies, signed,
for each of us.

Climbing To The Top Of The Hill,
by Ryan Hill.

He means well.

There's one missing.
Freddie's copy isn't here.

I'm assuming he got the same book?

TANIKA: Yes, they're aware.

That'll be Tanika.

This may seem odd, but does Dracula
mean anything to you?

He did his PhD in Gothic literature.

Maybe there's a connection?

POLICE CHATTER LOUDLY OUTSIDE

I am not helping them at all.
I'm just doing the dishes.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well...

I know it doesn't sound it,
after what he said to Oskar,

but Freddie lit up a room.

If there was ever anything wrong,

he was the first
to whisk you off for drinks,

dancing,

or some sort of adventure.

Being his friend was so...fun.

Had you seen him much
since you left uni?

Not as much as I'd like.

We went for lunch
about five years ago,

when he was in Coventry for work.

Other than that,

it's basically Christmas
and birthday messages each year.

If that's the case, why did you
repeatedly call him on the 16th?

Hmm. 12 missed calls.
All from your number.

Oh, I didn't...

I didn't realise it was 12.

He hadn't replied
about whether he was coming,

so I thought I'd call,
just to talk to him,

but it kept going to voicemail.

So, you bombarded him? Hmm? Why?

If he wasn't here,
it wouldn't have been perfect.

Why did it have to be perfect?

I just remembered how much fun
we had,

and how I missed everyone.

So I decided to throw the reunion.

I know it doesn't look good,
but I just wanted Freddie here.

12 calls would certainly
suggest that.

Is there anything else
you want to tell us?

No.

Oh, actually...

What is it?
It's just...

You found a burned book?

Mm. Freddie came looking
for matches before we went to lunch.

I didn't even think
to ask him why he needed them.

I thought he'd started
smoking again.

But I should have asked him,
shouldn't I?

Things like that never seem
significant until afterwards,

but thank you.

That's all you know?

Yeah, that's everything.

Well, that wasn't entirely
convincing, was it? Mm-mm.

What's up?

I...I have to tell you something.

So, Freddie's copy of Ryan's book
will be in here somewhere.

Assume so.

Oh, Judith!

You might wanna see this.

Times like this,
I wish I could lip-read. Hmm.

Yeah. Una just pulled me aside,
said Jessica was lying.

She said earlier that she hadn't
seen Freddie in years.

Yep.

But Una saw a photo of both of them

at an alumni event a few months ago.

Got it.

What's she up to?

PHONE CHIMES

Oh! Yes, Becks!

Colin's sending us a transcript.

It sounds like there might be some
incriminating photos of Jessica

for us to track down.

Oh, well done, Becks. Mm-hm.

And still managing
to obey Tanika to the letter.

Yes. If Jessica's been lying
to the police

about her relationship with Freddie,

that changes everything.

Right, you keep looking
for the book. Mm-hm.

I'm going to find those photos.

So...

Dating. Hmm.

That's a new decision.

Oh, it's just a bit of fun.

I mean, if I was taking it
that seriously,

I would not be booked
into speed dating

at The Churchill Tap this evening.

Sounds like my idea of hell.

Well, if nothing else,
you always get a good story.

Oh, yes. Easy!

I've got it.

Oh.

Jessica, may we have a word?

I've already spoken to the police.

If the DI wants to talk again,
I'll call a lawyer,

and we can do this properly.

Very well.
It seems you lied to the police and,

as a legal professional
with a reputation to uphold,

we thought you might
want to handle it discreetly.

But we can always catch
DI Malik before she leaves.

OK. Wait.

What's she talking about?
I honestly don't know.

You said you hadn't seen Freddie
for years,

but we have photographs
that suggest otherwise.

This is you. Nice dress.

At the Future Leaders event.

And, oh...

That's Freddie, isn't it?

I didn't know he was there.

There are hundreds of people.

Any of those photos show
us together?

That's not evidence.

And our names
aren't on those pictures,

which means the only reason
you found them

is because somebody told you
about them.

You trying to throw me under the bus
to shift the blame?

That's not what...
Why did you lie about it?

The same reason I backed up Oskar.
It doesn't look good, does it?

Nice to know no-one
will do the same for me.

Someone died.
No-one should be backing anyone up.

We're not accusing you of anything.
No.

Well, it doesn't feel that way.

You weren't there, OK?
It was creepy.

I could walk around that place
all night long.

Pitch-black,
it wouldn't bother me at all.

I guess I'm just good
at keeping my cool.

Brendan.
HE SCREAMS

That's unprofessional. Sorry.
It's a place of work.

So, I've spoken to Judith.

Jessica lied about when she last
saw Freddie,

and Una knew about it
and hid it from us.

They're our priority. Let's push,

see if they're holding
anything else back.

We have a bigger problem.

Found this picture on social media.

Becks said she barely knew him.

You didn't tell us about
Freddie's argument with Oskar,

and now I learn there's something
else you're hiding.

I told you everything I know.
All the truth.

This all looks a bit cosy

for someone who said
she barely knew him.

Oh, that?

When I came back from Italy,
I met Freddie,

and he asked me out.

But it was nothing, really.

We went on two dates.

That was more than enough for me
to know that I didn't want a third.

All I learned was that
he's rude to waiters

and he loves a Vespa Martini.

SHE CHUCKLES

It was such a long time ago.

You should have said.

I had no intention
of withholding anything.

And there's nothing else,
I promise. I just...didn't think.

Look, I know it's been a stressful
day, and I think it's clear

that you didn't have anything
to do with Freddie's death,

but that's not going to stop me

getting banned from hiring
civilian advisers.

Becks, I really thought
I could rely on you.

You can. Of course you can.

Alice. Hmm? Check this.

Freddie's credit card statement.

He paid for a hotel room
the evening of the alumni event.

Well, maybe it was just
a heavy night?

According to his file,

he lives on campus
with his family.

Why would he need a hotel room?

Unless he was hiding something.

Exactly. I called the hotel,

and they don't have any
CCTV that'll help,

but they said the room was booked
for two people.

Ah.

Freddie took the receipt,

but a second person requested a copy
of it later that week, via email.

The mystery guest?
Could be.

They're going to check in
with accounts and let me know.

Nice.

It's mainly just some
loose panelling.

In here.

This is the main bit I want to fix.

Yeah. Just here.

You see?

Oh, this isn't... This is...
Ah, yes.

Is there a problem?

Yeah, this isn't good.

Excuse me?

BEEPING

Yeah.

BEEPING
Yeah.

Yeah, just what I expected - damp.

This house has been in my family
for over a century.

We've never had damp.

Oh. Hidden killer, Mrs Potts.
Expensive to fix, but essential.

I'm telling you, there is no damp.

KNOCKING

KNOCKING

Ah, see. Now, that sounds hollow.

It sounds hollow
because it is hollow.

It's a cupboard.

We didn't consider that. Um...

I'm sorry, you'll have to excuse me.

There are places I need to be.

Well, I haven't finished measuring
up yet. I could just do with that...

No. Time for that another day.

Are you sure? Cos I can...
Thank you.

All right. Oh...Oh, OK.

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Here we go.

BANG!

Right, same rules apply.

Ladies, sit tight,
men rotate on the...

BANG!

Oh.

Walking dogs? Top job.

BANG!

I'm more of a cat person.

BANG!

To travelling.

Oh.

BANG!

So, Glasto 2004
was definitely better.

Yeah, 2011 had its moments.

2017, hah! Didn't think we'd even
get tickets.

Avocados. Ooooh...

No, I'm sorry.

BANG!

COUGHS

Hello, there.

Well, well, well.
I wasn't expecting this.

I just came with...

Well, I was dragged, by a mate.
Basically forced.

Oh. Just a wingman.

Just...just being
a supportive friend.

Which friend?

He's just getting a drink.

He's just over there...
Where did he go? He's...

Oh, right. Yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Over there. Yeah.

Is this your first time?

It gets easier.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, that's the work phone.

Is it rude...if I got that?

Well, given we've got a murder
to solve.

Jessica.

What?

Freddie stayed at a hotel
the night of the alumni event.

Jason's just had confirmation
that Jessica requested

a copy of the hotel receipt.

Oh. They were having an affair?

Looks that way. Listen,
I'd better get going.

You coming?

Abso-bloody-lutely.

Come on, Luna. Come on, girl.
Come on, girl.

Now, that's what I call
speeeeed dating.

ALL LAUGH

All right, everybody.
Here we go again.

BIRD CAWS

Four.

Five.

Six.

Three, four...

..five, six, seven.

What are you doing here?

I have a theory.
Well, currently half a theory.

I can't help you.

If my involvement affected
the conviction of Freddie's killer,

I'd never forgive myself.

To convict his killer,
we have to catch them first.

And for that, I need your help.

So, what exactly are we
looking for?

Anything that might be something.

There are more windows
on the outside of the house

than on the inside.

You think part of the house
is hidden?

Yes, and somewhere
there must be a way in.

You say that as if it's the most
natural thing in the world.

Well, we used to hide priests,

and the Sir Francis Drake Hotel
in San Francisco

had an entire prohibition floor
that was hidden in the plans.

Becks...

No-one thinks you're lying.

We trust you.

It doesn't feel like that.

Tanika thinks I've been deliberately
holding back information,

but it wasn't like that.

And the group think I'm talking
to the police about them.

You've lost one friend,

and it's possible another friend
killed him.

You're in an awful position.
You don't have to explain yourself.

No, but I do.

Trying to prove you're innocent
is much harder than you'd think.

The more you protest,
the more you look guilty.

KNOCKING

Here.

There's scratches
on the floorboards.

Goodness.
KNOCKING

Becks...

CREAKING

Look.

This doesn't look like
an escape tunnel.

It's still warm.

WHISPERING: We're not alone.

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