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We need an answer on this little prison
visit of his. He visited Adam Newsom in

prison, Holly's killer. He's not
supposed to go anywhere near that cage.

I know that.

You're going to have to drop his name in
subtly and see how he reacts.

I'll tell you what I heard today about
Ziegler.

Chief Constable Ziegler is on official
leave as of this morning. I'm assuming

this isn't normal.

Ziegler took you to her house. She
thought you were Jane, still Mike for

all we know. Next day, Ziegler's gone.

I will interview Joanne Kemper. Please
don't interview Joanne Kemper.

What did you say your name was again?

Your brother, Ziegler, Holly Pinder,
Adam Newsome. So what's Ziegler's

connection to it all? He's very random
to me.

Who's that?

Deputy Chief Constable Radley. That man
there is running the Holly Pinder task

force. Who is he?

Ziegler's replacement and Kemper's
personal security liaison. Every thread

leads to this woman. She is the mystery.

Who actually is she?

That's precisely what we need to find
out.

What are you doing? Why are you singing?

I was in the middle of a dream.

Gosh, do you dream?

What's that supposed to mean? Of course
I dream.

Are they really weird?

No. Are they really boring? I don't wish
to discuss my id with you, thank you.

Why am I awake?

I got my interview with Kemper.

Well, I think it came through last
night. It was in my spam, so I need

those questions.

Questions? The, um, embeddy,
suggestive-y, thing-a-me questions.

We talked about yesterday.

Embedded suggestions.

Questions or statements with a hidden
subtext designed to elicit a

subconscious response.

Cryptic crossover, it is, basically.

Repurposed, obviously. We don't want her
to know she's doing one.

We only get one chance at this.

The questions need to be perfect.

It's at four o'clock today.

It's what?

Yeah, so you'd better get that coffee
down. Lucy, let me explain something to

you again. All we have are the
admittedly undisputed links between

every single aspect related to James's
disappearance and Joanne Kemper. Oh, is

that all?

Yes, that is all. One murdered blogger,
one prison...

two missing detectives, one missing
chief constable, Joanne Kemper right in

the centre of the web, and still
absolutely no idea what any of it is

actually about.

What's going on?

We're all having a big bedroom meeting
again, apparently.

Lucy, I can't effectively construct
those questions without more data, and I

certainly can't do it in eight and a
half hours.

The interview's today.

What data? What are you on about? If you
want data, let's just get data.

Joanne Kemper knows my brother. She's
met him.

We don't know where, why or how, but
logic would suggest that it was in an

official capacity.

You want to access the station computer
to see if there's a record?

I do, yes, and that's going to be hard
because I don't have an actual computer

anymore.

I'll find a way.

What?

Nothing.

It's four o'clock Monday, Mum.

Hmm? The Kemper interview's Monday.

Today's Saturday.

Oh! Oh, right.

Oh, goodness, right.

Panic over. The panic is most certainly
not over.

Of course it is. You can just go in
today and access the police computer.

What are you talking about? I can't go
in today.

Why not?

There hasn't been a murder.

You don't need a murder to pop in and
say hi.

Pop in and say hi.

Anyway, you're up now, so...

Are you sure she can do this?

My confidence fluctuates.

There you go.

Door-to-door service.

I've changed my mind. Oh, don't be
ridiculous.

But this isn't impersonating a
detective. I think I've proved I can

impersonate a detective.

I solved seven murders.

Fine. Well, you did that, and now you
can do this.

It's different.

This is a pop-in. Well, pop-ins are
easy.

Just pop in.

Look, it's not that weird. You are
friends with these people.

Well, you are.

In your own way.

You'll be straight in and out.

That's what you said last time.

Morning, Julie.

Jenny.

Just popping in.

Thank you.

John?

There you are.

I thought you might be under the desk.

Why would I be under the desk?

I did wonder.

What are you doing here?

Nothing really.

Lucy's gone into town.

What's that?

The case we're working.

On?

Working on?

You do know we do them without you,
sometimes.

The victim's name was Tiffany Catley.

A.K.A. Tiffy Cat.

Was she a gangster?

She sounded like a gangster.

She was a social media influencer turned
businesswoman.

Started off doing make-up tip videos,
ended up running an empire, or at least

a particularly successful brand.

Millionaire by 25, she turned 30, she
retired.

I'll say she did. From her job.

She was handed an offer she couldn't
refuse.

So she threw a flashy party to announce
it.

Ain't for good luck, the brand, the
company.

And what happened next, nobody saw
coming.

The party continued on after she left.
We know she went home, we know she left

again because just after midnight she
was found here.

Scarlett found her.

She walked there.

Can't drive there, not a night. It's all
bollards, muses and cycle lanes.

Why would she do that?

She received an anonymous text.

£25,000, Scholar's Fountain, one hour.

Not a good look for the brand.

Yeah, an old photo like that could blow
the whole deal.

Whoever sent that probably killed her.
Yeah, we came to a similarly brilliant

conclusion ourselves.

To my burner phone, John.

Disposable spare.

And who are these people? Are they
suspects?

John, what are you doing here?

What do you mean? I already told you.

What makes them suspects?

They all left at the same time, just
after the victim.

These were Tiffany's oldest friends.

They were there from the very beginning.

Co-company directors in all but name,
though not actually in name.

Not a good night for them, then.

I think that's putting it mildly.

So you have a motive.

That's good. I know how much you like
those.

And this is where they all live, is it?

What sort of time would it take for them
to... Ten minutes, give or take, in each

of the suspects' houses.

Two scholars found, then the victims,
too.

That's handy. Nice round number.

Now, what we need to ascertain... No,
no, no. We don't need to ascertain

anything, John.

It's not a puzzle.

Feels like one. It's not.

Believe it or not, we've got this. We're
not dealing with some evil genius here.

This area is riddled with CCTV.

The killer's going to be on camera
multiple times, there and back.

It's not a puzzle.

Seriously, John, what are you doing
here?

I was bored.

Okay. I believe.

Can't guarantee you a murder every day,
John.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know, John.

My job, paperwork.

Answering calls from DC Cole.

DC Cole.

Wait, what do you mean?

Well, that's not possible, is it?

All right, stay put.

I'm going to look at the CCTV myself.

Come with me if you like. Really?

I better not.

Lucy only really dropped me off to do
the shopping.

What, they don't have a crush?

What?

I'd better wait for her here.

Here?

Would that be okay?

There.

Oh, what are you doing here? I wasn't
allowed to stay in the office.

Why did you call Mr. Taylor?

He didn't.

I don't understand.

Okay, DC Sullivan, what are we looking
at?

Can I use that thing again?

Here she comes.

Still in her heels.

If you're meeting your blackmailer in a
secluded location at night and you're

still in your heels, you're not
frightened of your blackmailer.

She knew them.

the camera's capture again just round
the corner on Cable Street.

How did she do that?

How did she do what?

How did she get from there all the way
down to there?

Why didn't she come out here?

I'm not sure this footage is very
reliable.

Are you under the impression that these
monitors are in some kind of order?

Of course. Why wouldn't they be?

They're not.

They're not?

Why not? You've got a map right here.

Why don't they correspond to that grid?

I don't know. They don't.

Well, can't you make them?

It doesn't need to, John. We can all
follow it. Just fine. Carry on.

She's then captured on five more cameras
on her way to the meeting point.

That's it.

Collar's fountain.

Hammer only covers half of it.

Body was found in half, it doesn't.

Collar's fountain shouldn't be there. It
should be in the middle, here. Why

doesn't this drive you potty?

I usually bring in a book.

So, after midnight now, and yeah, no
sign of anyone else.

Look all you want, sir.

Nobody appears.

Check point.

Uh... How many cameras are we talking
here exactly?

48, sir. And you're telling me nobody
other than the victim appears on a

single one of them? No, sir.

Yes, we are telling you that. No, they
don't.

Told you it felt like a puzzle.

How did you get in here?

That door is never locked. Just unlocked
it. Who are you?

Henry. That is my son, Henry. It was his
idea to come here, actually.

What? No, you said it would be okay. You
say you do this all the time. She does

do it all the time.

There you go.

Shouldn't you be prepping for this?

interview thing of yours we now actually
have to do? I am off prepping for this

interview thing I have to do. In fact,
we've been trawling the internet all

morning for local archive news stories
of Joanne Kemper.

Absolutely bugger all.

You don't need local archive news
stories about her to interview her. I do

need local archive news stories to
interview her, but no local outlet.

Archive stories online.

The Nationals do.

But the locals don't. But then, Henry
reminded me that I do actually work for

one. No, you don't. You're not even
paid.

I'm sorry, he doesn't pay you.

Are we still negotiating that? No, we're
not.

Do you think we could access your
archive?

You're imagining a giant library with
projectors and microfiche, aren't you?

No.

Well, if there's anything after May 6,
2014, we don't have it.

Why? What happened then? I accidentally
became editor.

The previous one was deranged, so he did
actually keep...

Copies of every issue.

They're through there.

Occasionally somebody asks for one if
their birth's been mentioned in it or

something. They usually charge 20 quid.

What? Well, it's a pain in the arse to
dig them out.

Which one do you want?

I don't know. Anything with John Kemper
in it.

Do a little search.

On a cupboard.

So we actually need to know what we're
looking for.

Does this sort of thing run in the
family, or are you normal?

Sir.

Transfer. Good.

John, interviews.

Hmm?

I'm all right, thanks.

If you're consulting, then you're
watching interviews.

Really? Do I have to? Are they long?

I could probably find you a spare
cubicle or... Oh, no, I don't think so.

Let's put him where we can see him.

Right here.

You know what you're like with
computers, John. You probably need the

help.

Yeah.

You, uh... Do I have... You have to do
them in order, or can I jump about?

In order.

What?

You have to do it in order.

All right.

Update. Pot of history.

Go. They were all friends from school,
and by all accounts, something of the in

crowd. Tiffany with Queen B.

She was a star, even then.

Everybody loved her.

Students, teachers, parents.

She used to make little dance videos and
things like everyone else, rants about

school, bedroom dance moves, you know
the drill.

Then she started doing makeup tutorials.

It took off.

Like instantly.

She was at 8K subs within a week.

Just never stopped growing.

She was 17.

By the time she was sitting at her
A-levels, she was getting free gifts

from Gucci and invites to award shows.

It's nice work if you can get it.

She got it, and so did they.

How do you think I felt?

She was my best friend.

It was exciting.

I can't believe how fast it happened.

It was her, all her. We were just there
for the ride.

She took care of it.

You mean spoiled?

We won it for nothing.

Look, we weren't charity cases.

It might sound like that now, but trust
me, we worked.

Her success was ours.

We were a family. That's how it felt.

Every single one of them was given a
debit card with full access to company

money. Are you kidding me?

Two of them paid their mortgages out of
it.

Or at least did. And nothing changes.

For anybody here.

Nobody is losing their job.

Tiffy cat!

is going to remain Tiffy Cat.

Forever.

It's just... time for me to find Tiffany
again.

Cheers!

They were essentially paid friends.

An entourage.

They put their own lives on hold for
her, built up nothing of their own,

trusted that their ride or die really
was their ride or die.

And then the riot ended.

And she died.

Wait! No one's going to lose their jobs.

They're all fine.

What about us?

What about you?

Our lives, our careers. Tiffany, we
don't have any contracts. We just...

We're not just anything.

We're four people who built this entire
empire with you. For you.

And wasn't it fun?

Didn't I give you everything I promised?

And more?

Luxury hotels, movie premieres,
celebrity parties, cars,

clothes, rehab.

And when exactly was the last time you
turned right on a plane?

This party has been going on for ten
years, and I have been an exceptional

host, but I am very...

Very tired.

I really do love you all.

My card stopped working that morning
before the party. We just thought it was

a bank issue or something. We know they
went home.

Yeah, taxis were arranged. They left
together and we've had each drop off

confirmed.

Sorry!

Bloody suspect!

Everyone was home by 23.30. Two of them
live alone and two of them have sleeping

spousal alibi.

Which basically means they don't have
alibis, which basically means... Only

one of them could have done it.

No, they couldn't.

It's the odds of just one person's route
bypassing 48 cameras that...

astronomical. You can't simply claim
that any of them could have done it.

DC Sullivan and I conducted those
interviews, Mr Taylor. They're at least

half an hour long.

I got the general gist.

Presumably you picked up on the fact the
original website belonged to Coco and

not Tiffany then.

Six times you've mentioned that now. Not
once have you commented on the fact that

Zach there was Tiffany's ex.

So you found secondary motives too.
That's good.

Sometimes we need those if the killer
refuses to confess.

What was that? Can I have this? No, you
can't have it.

Where do you get them?

And are there any with the cameras on
them?

Maps don't show cameras, John.

Are you sure?

One would certainly have helped the
killer.

Right.

Hi, Lucy.

We're here. Are you ready?

Yes.

I have access to the computer.

Really? Yes, really.

I'm in the lift. It'll probably cut out.

OK. Door's closing.

No, no, it hasn't cut out.

Give it time.

Door's opening.

Mum! Um, hello.

I wasn't aware of you being here today.

Oh, just popped in, really.

Popped in?

This is John Taylor, an outside
consultant we occasionally use.

We've met.

John Taylor.

Professional puzzle setter and crime
scene consultant.

It's my job to vet those who interact
with Miss Kemper.

Your discretion on the theatre case.

No press coverage at all.

Oh, yes, there was.

At least none that matters.

Cheeky bugger.

Yes, well, as I hope you're learning,
we're all very discreet here, shall we?

And your brother was a detective here, I
understand.

Before my time.

My... Phone's ringing.

Is it?

Well, it was earlier.

Hello.

Oh, sorry. Are you talking to us?

Yes.

Oh, thank God. They're going.

Wait.

Where are you?

In the car park.

No. No.

No.

Duck. Duck.

Why? Why? Why am I ducking? Duck. That's
Joanne Kemper's private security.

You're interviewing Joanne Kemper on
Monday. He might be there.

You're very... distinctive.

He's right, Mum. Duck.

Duck! I'm ducking! I'm ducking!

What's going on?

OK, he's gone.

Ah, the superintendent's seen me.

Ah, she... she's waving.

You don't wave... Back?

I can't not wave back.

Mum. Mum.

Sorry about that.

Wrong number. Sounded Australian.

So, how are you?

Where's Lucy?

There she is.

Oh.

You popped in.

I was in the area.

Don't pop in again.

Right you are.

Mum.

What way am I distinctive?

Why was John Taylor here and don't say
he popped in?

We're using him. He's consulting on the
fountain murder.

Without my authorisation?

He's just had a full conversation with
the man who's currently digging into

everything that happened here.

How'd it go?

How do you think it went, Detective
Chief Inspector?

John Taylor does not enter this station
without my say-so.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

No, no, no, no. Leave that.

I'll return it.

There's your one.

I don't know why I'm surprised.

They always are.

I don't like sitting in the back.

Yeah? What do I? Shh, I'm trying to
think.

So there is some type of report.

James was involved and Joanne Kemper's
name is in it somewhere.

No, hang on, we already knew all that.

Why have we stopped here?

I need to get some milk.

Have you got your camera with you?

A bunch of journalists doesn't go
anywhere without her camera.

Right.

So, have you got it on you? Yes, I've
got it. What do you want it for? I need

you to take a photo of 48 different
security cameras.

It's for a case.

Yeah, I haven't got a case.

I've sort of picked one up. And I do
think it's in my best interest to solve

it. I'm getting a distinct vibe from
everyone back there. Right, well, I'm

not being funny, but I haven't eaten in,
like, six hours.

There's a fish and chip shop just down
there. Cambridge Cod. Open 12 till 2.30

and 5 till 8.45.

9.15, 38.

How on earth do you know that?

I've been staring at a map for hours.

You haven't been out for fish and chips
in months.

Years, actually.

Right, well, there you go, then.

Please, Mum.

Please, Mum.

OK, there's one up there.

Now one of... Well, it's pointing.

You know, I'm really having second
thoughts about this interview.

I can't pull out now, can I?

Can you not?

What did you get from the report?

Case name? Anything like that?

No, nothing. You know what those link
things are like. It's all letters and

numbers.

Gobbledygooks. And not the kind I like.

And there.

There was a date.

I had a date.

Fourth of June, 2014.

Oh, no!

That's after Gareth became editor.

He won't have archived that.

What? Hmm?

Oh, no, that's my part of the
investigation. It doesn't really concern

me. Right, who are next?

There.

Here's another.

Good God, I think he's enjoying this.

It is quite fun.

Do you remember what the conspiracy blog
said?

The Kemper's performing ritual sacrifice
every decade.

Your case file was 2014.

Sinclair death was 2024.

That's the kind of coincidence that
excites conspiracy theorists, but it

means nothing.

Unless we find another one from 2004.

Well, Joanne Kemper was 18 in 2004. She
was here, studying politics.

Yeah, well, students can kill people
too, you know.

Henry, students can't even boil an egg.

Here we are.

Scholar's fountain.

Can't see any cameras in there.

That's part of the problem.

Who was it?

Young woman.

Dirty.

Strangled.

She'd just been to a party.

Are you going to cut She Did It?

Oh, yes.

Right, shall we find that fish and chip
shop?

Can't be a battered bottom.

They're good pictures, aren't they?

They're all right.

Do they help?

Well, they're certainly better arranged
than at the council.

It's chaos down there.

Why are you in second thoughts about the
interview? Why do you think?

Joanne Kemper obviously knows who James
was. She obviously knows who I am. For

all we know, she already knows
everything.

Oh, no.

I use my maiden name.

That's hardly the Enigma code, Lucy.
It's most people's password.

Well, it's just that you said that you
thought I could do it, and it's nice to

hear. I don't hear that very much often.

What are you talking about? I'm always
telling you you can do things. I used to

tell you you could be Prime Minister one
day.

Well, you never tried.

Everyone who so much as smiled at Joanne
Kemper seems to have either died or

disappeared. I don't want you to die or
disappear.

I don't know what I'd do.

Henry!

You've got to be barging into people's
bedrooms at half past seven in the

morning. You're aware of the irony
there, right?

Look. Dominic Kennedy, who's that?

I don't know. But I spent hours last
night mining and waybacking and chucking

in terms like student death, Cambridge
tribute obituary, 2004.

That's from an old website. It's
completely abandoned and leads nowhere.

But... That single post is the only
reference to any student death in

Cambridge in 2004 that I could find.

So? So?

It's 2004.

2004! Yes, I know, Henry, but it doesn't
mean anything. You heard your Uncle

John. I already told him he agreed. No,
you don't.

I do, actually. Are you decent?

I wouldn't go that far.

Why do we have so many meetings in
bedrooms?

Will you just tell her?

We don't need to believe the conspiracy,
Lucy. The conspiracy theorist believed

it. He thought he was finding patterns
between events.

Now, obviously, he wasn't. Well, he
might have been. He wasn't, but he still

found the event.

And probably in exactly the same way
Henry did.

So you're saying this could mean
something?

Yeah, well, I'm quite good at this too,
you know.

Yes, I know. That's what worries me.

Why are you already dressed?

I need to go in early, preferably before
any of the team show up so I can draw on

their map.

So, um... Well, you're awake now anyway.

Oh, there you are again. Do you mind if
I draw on this? You've already drawn on

it and you're still drawing on it. It
won't make sense unless I put the

cameras on.

John, you're not a consultant on this
case.

Yes, I am. No, you're not. You haven't
been authorised and I got reprimanded

for it.

Why did you come in yesterday?

You do know I've solved it. You haven't
solved it. You're still drawing on it

now.

What were you looking for yesterday?

I can solve it. I do sort of need a bit
of help, though.

You need help?

If you help...

Alright, let's make a deal.

You unofficially consult on the case, I
take the rap, then you tell me the real

reason you came in yesterday.

Sounds good. No, John, the real reason.

No.

Deal.

What's going on?

What's going on is that I think it can
be proved that only one person could

have committed this murder.

But it's going to take all of us to do
it.

June 2004.

Great.

Right in the middle of the pile. It's
like Jenga now.

Do you really need this?

Please.

I want two puzzles next week, and don't
let him fob me off with a word search.

Eighteen. I know.

Here we are.

I hope it was worth it.

Brilliant. Here we go.

What are you doing?

Go home.

Just pretend that we're not here.

You're not always here.

Mum, look.

There.

Reporting on the tragic death of Dominic
Kennedy, an 18-year-old student

attending St Thomas' College, Cambridge,
Mr Kennedy was reportedly attending a

private party at the residence of
student council officers Ryan Oakley,

19, and Joanne Kemper, 18.

You're not planning on bringing that up,
though, are you?

Oh, no, no, no, God, no. No, no, no.

Bum lead.

See, the suspects are already here. I
told you we shouldn't have stopped.

Yeah, and I told you my car needed
charging to keep moving.

Excuse me.

One of you tell me why the suspects of
yours are here.

Hopefully we're about to reveal the
killer.

It was a pretty small space. Why do they
all actually have to be here?

It's kind of his process.

Hello. John Taylor, puzzle consultant.

Crime scene consultant.

That does sound more like an actual job,
but basically I'm a puzzle consultant.

And you four found yourselves literally
in the middle of the most classic puzzle

of all. A complex interconnection of
paths with only one through route

through and multiple mystery.

Labyrinthal. The maze.

You mean like what they put on the back
of menus for kids?

Exactly like they put on the back of
menus for kids. You know the ones

with... Four dogs outside the maze and a
big juicy bone in the middle with only

one path to it. Well, imagine that
across a larger scale and with a second

perceptual maze overlaying it where the
barriers aren't walls, but the lines of

sight of 48 security cameras disparately
placed across the grid.

They'd have to negotiate two mazes. Yes.
Well done.

He gets it.

Oh, we're the dogs. You're the dogs. And
exactly like the dogs, you each had your

own point of entry to the maze.

But only one of them led to the... Bone?

I should have chosen a better example.

But yes.

Meaning we can prove who did it by
demonstrating who doesn't appear on

camera. Because whoever doesn't appear
on camera must have negotiated the maze

successfully. But they said none of us
appear on camera.

Well, no, but three of you never entered
the maze. What would have been handy is

if all four of you had decided to make a
trip to Scholar's Fountain at exactly

the same time.

But you didn't.

So we did.

One for you, yours that. No, not only
that, it's always there.

Oh, okay, give me Coco.

Sorry, oh, um...

Victim's entire business was built off
the back of a channel she stole from

her. You think I'll be Leo?

Yeah, I'm not really getting Leo from
you, John.

No, yeah, I'm a Leo.

Then I'm a Jennifer, then.

We cleared the area, and all four of us
walked the maze this morning.

Basically, look out for any of us
appearing on camera. If it's DC

Sullivan, Zack didn't do it. If it's DC
Cole, Coco didn't do it. If it's DCI

Carter, Leo didn't do it. And if it's
me, Jennifer didn't do it.

Everybody follow?

Hopefully the operator here has the
footage lined up.

Colin. What?

My name's Colin.

Nice to meet you.

Do you have the footage lined up?

Yeah, I'm just going to play it.

How long is this going to take?

We all tried to move pretty fast.

There was a time aspect to this.

There!

Oh! Oh, it's me.

I mean, if you... You're in the clear of
that.

I know that man anywhere.

Looks like you're off the hook.

Are you wearing that?

I did wave back, I did wave back.

Right, must be one of the girls then.

That bit kind of feels like we'd be
arriving at the fountain by now.

Yeah, is there any possibility there are
two routes through this?

Obviously, there's always the
statistical unlikely.

There, there, there.

You missed it. Go back, go back.

Forward, forward.

Keep it there, keep it there.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't.

I say you did, and this proves it.

We both made it to the fountain without
being seen, which means it's you.

No, it doesn't.

I knew they'd do this. What were those
secondary motives again?

Um, well, Coco was the original owner of
the Tificat account.

And Zach was Tiffany's ex?

We went on one date ten years ago.

I wish you'd told me that.

So you don't have any secondary motives
for Jennifer?

Well, no.

Maybe you should have actually watched
the interviews.

She must have taken that blackmail photo
at some point.

Yeah, back in 2019.

Why did she have a burner phone in 2019?

Well, I doubt she took the original
photo on the burner. So why didn't she

take it off?

Could I go to the toilet, please?

Maybe the station, eh?

You didn't even delete it.

Wow.

You must be really stupid.

How the hell did you pull this off?

Blind luck, really.

Her flat just happened to be next to the
right path.

Tiffany bought you that flat.

Tiffany bought all of us, and how are we
expected to live now? Well, in your

case, it's pretty bad and bored.

Jennifer Wicks, I am arresting you on
suspicion of murder. You do not have to

say anything.

I very rarely need a secondary motive.

People are pretty basic.

Well?

Sorry, congratulations.

Oh, that well.

Lucy's husband has vanished.

Henry's father has vanished.

They're scared.

And you?

I don't like them being scared. And I
don't like half-solved puzzles.

You're still investigating us?

I'm still investigating you.

I know Lucy visited Holly's killer.

We know you visited Holly's killer.

Yeah, well, I don't like half-solved
puzzles either.

Or... being left in the dark.

What's that?

It's the file you were searching for
yesterday.

And like you, I have clearance.

2014.

I don't really understand it myself.

It's one of James's, all right, but it
all seems pretty...

Straightforward. They always do.

But it means something, right?

Suicide by a random guy, cleared and
closed by James.

Yes, it means something.

Okay, tell me what.

I don't know.

It's a bit embarrassing, but to be
honest, I don't think we're much further

along than you are.

Ah! Well, this is going to be pretty,
isn't it?

I thought that was you.

DCI Carter, are you close to that case
you're working on? Yeah.

Was John Taylor of any help?

Um, actually, yes, yes.

Good.

I also understand your sister-in-law
will be interviewing Miss Kemper

tomorrow.

What?

Sorry? Lucy Beth.

That is your sister-in-law, isn't it?

She's Beth Taylor now.

Well, Joanne is very much looking
forward to it.

Well done again.

Not much further than you. I swear.

Joanne Kemper.

I mean, we know she's involved, but
that's it. We don't know...

How or why or what or any of it.

I think I might need you to trust me
here. Do you trust me? Yes.

What, really?

Well, yes.

I always thought back when I was James,
we kind of made a good team.

Oh, back when you were openly lying to
me every day, you mean?

Well, yeah, actually, I suppose you did,
didn't you?

From now on, we compare notes.

Agreed.

Aren't you going to take me home?

I thought Lucy was picking you up.

Why you thought that?

John,

we're in here.

Taking down some of these photos. I
assume you solved that case.

Yes.

Lucy.

Guess what we found. Henry, show him.

Oh, no.

Oh, no? Oh, yes. This is what we were
looking for.

This is Jay Kemper linked with a death
in 2004.

I wasn't expecting Eureka, but, you
know.

What's this?

The restricted file.

James's case from 2014.

Suicide. Closed by him. See the victim's
name?

Ryan Oakley.

Ryan Oakley.

Dominic Kennedy died in Kemper and
Oakley's hot tub.

This is amazing.

We've done it. All the threads are
coming together.

James is connected to Ziegler. She's
connected to two unexplained deaths. Ten

years apart.

That are both connected to one another.
OK, now I am really expecting Eureka.

Joanne Kemper knows who we are.

She knows that the wife of DCI James
Taylor is interviewing her tomorrow

afternoon at four. What? No, no, no, no,
no, because I used my maiden name.

They know everything about us, Lucy. I'm
telling you, they know who I am, who you

are. I imagine they probably know that
DCI Carter's digging around in all this,

too. DCI Carter?

Yes, don't worry, we're way further
along than him.

OK, what does this mean? Are we in
danger?

Potentially.

I'm hoping there's a limit to the number
of people you can effectively make

disappear. Right, and if there isn't,
well, we've got to leave.

No, no, we can't do that, Henry.

What? She's right. Where would we go?

Mine? You think they wouldn't be able to
find us there?

It's too late.

We've been playing a game without an
opponent.

But now we've got one, and she's playing
back.

I still need to do the interview.

Why?

Standard game theory.

Her latest move puts us beyond the point
of no return. It would be more dangerous

to stop playing than to continue.

Can you do it?

I can do anything.

Yes, in theory, but you don't always
try.

I mean, I know you can.

Oh, my God, this is insane.

Oh, goodness sake.

You're not going to pull out a gun and
shoot me while I'm interviewing her, is

she?

Is she? Highly unlikely.

But I'm not sure you're phrasing that
right.

Whatever it says on paper, I can assure
you you're not interviewing her.

She's interviewing you.

We got two ex-pros with a history, a
rematch with their 2005 finals.

Someone killed a snooker player.

Nobody was meant to be in here during
the match. I was on camera at the time

of the murder.

So he was very violently murdered in a
location impossible to access and exit

without being seen. Don't you have a
motive or anything?

Who are you? That's Ludwig.

He's famous.

You're a crime-solving puddle setter.
Huh.

You played in an important snooker final
once and he beat you. He had dedicated

one drop of sweat to get in there.
Didn't take the game seriously.

Lucy can't do that interview.

Do I know you?

Hildy. Hildy Johnson.

That's right, of course.

God, what are you friends with? Joanne
Kemper. Yes.

She is playing a game and one of us
needs to be at the board.

Elizabeth.

I'm just frightened, Lucy.

It'll be fine.

I promise.

Your husband's a detective, isn't he?

It's our turn. And I think I have a move
you can use.