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DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYS

Betrayal has consequences, Blodeuwedd.

Gwydion, have mercy!

I can change!

And change you shall, my dear.

Perhaps you will show more wisdom...

..as an owl!

SHE SQUEALS And cut!

Average. POLITE APPLAUSE

Perfect. Wouldn't change a thing.

Let's get the owl handler in, please. Quickly.

Just a quick touch-up. Lovely.

How's that mascara holding up, darling?

I know how he spits when he shouts.

Jago, my electrolytes, please. I'm dehydrating.

How many times?

Guys, this is a live set.

Polyethylene plastics

do not belong on a medieval Welsh hillside.

Sorry, mate. My bad.

Yeah, like I was saying, people think Bruce Lee was hard,

but I could have taken him.

Sorry, can I...? Can I get my smoothie, please?

Oh, absolutely. I'm on it. Thank you.

Ben, can you bring Olivia's

soy spirulina smoothie to set, please?

But don't stress, seriously. I don't want to be a pain.

Olivia doesn't want to be a pain.

Ben.

Hello?

Have you seen Ben? No, not since lunch.

What's happened?

Ben!

Ben? We need you on set now.

Also, Ben, bring a mop.

Someone spooked the owl, and he's whitewashed the set.

Can't believe we're on a film set.

Movies! We're in a caravan.

I'm getting flashbacks to holidays in Rhyl. Ooh, curry.

Mm. Smells like a korma.

Looks like a good one, too.

Almondy. Er, this is a crime scene,

not Saturday Kitchen, so...

Sorry, I haven't had lunch yet.

Er, blood-tinged plume of froth

at the mouth and nose,

and fluid build-up in the lungs.

Looks like an opioid overdose.

Heroin? Mm. Not necessarily.

We won't know till the blood results.

Ooh, he had one of those mega-posh organiser notebooks.

Yeah, I keep getting targeted ads for these.

You, er, tick off your goals. Sort your life out.

Mm. You should get one.

I've known cats more organised than you.

No chance. They cost over 100 quid.

Plus, I've got my own organiser.

DI Mallowan, ma'am! Hm?

This is Ash, the on-set medic.

Ah. Tell her what you told me.

Really?

The joke about the nun and the horse? It's a bit blue.

No, not that.

Ben's movements. Oh!

Right. Yeah, yeah.

I saw Ben, asked him to join me for lunch,

but then he took his into Miss Whitmore's trailer.

Who found the body?

Oh, one of the costume bir... People.

Yeah, they alerted me.

I entered the trailer at 14.15 hours.

Tried resuscitation, but it was game over.

So what are we looking at?

You can tell me. I'm ex-forces.

We're looking at you leaving

and making a statement to DC Chaudhry. OK, bye-bye. Right.

CID don't do "bring your daughter to work day", no.

No, don't... Hey! No, hey, Kayleigh!

HE SIGHS

Teenagers, eh? Wants to come to meet Olivia Whitmore,

whoever that is. Oh, yeah. She's the star of this.

It's a big Game Of Thrones-y style series

based on the Mabinogion.

Wizards and dragons.

I can't stand that stuff. Right. What have we got?

Ben Williams, 22-year-old runner.

So an athlete?

Production runner. It's... It's like an assistant.

His body was found in Olivia's trailer.

Suspected overdose, but something feels off.

Go on.

Well, he took his lunch in there. Curry - korma.

Good one. But he ate all of it.

Normally, opioids suppress your appetite.

Plus, look at this snazzy notebook.

I mean, how many heroin users do you know

with colour-coded to-do lists?

Curry and a notebook?

We need more than that.

Have you finished those overtime reports?

Obviously I'm going to have to let them go.

That was a joke. I was joking.

I'm on it, sir. Mallowan,

don't neglect the basics.

It's like getting dressed in the morning.

Yes, you've got your exciting shirts,

your fancy blouses.

But where would you be without your underwear?

Your pants, your socks - the basics.

You see what I'm saying?

Yeah. I think you're talking to a female officer

about your underwear, sir. What?

No... Yeah...

Yeah, I'd better, um...

Hey, maybe next time we could do this in my new flat.

What do you think?

Oh, be nice when it's furnished.

It is furnished. Is it? It's very bare.

Looks like a bloody dentist's.

Where's your trinkets? Your bric-a-brac?

I've got a Billy bookcase.

Well, say no more.

Now, our victim. I think you're right.

Glaring character inconsistencies.

So you agree with me?

Murder? Oh, most certainly.

See, smart production runners get to know everyone's secrets,

who's up to what. Do you think you could turn this off?

It's very distracting, having my face

staring back at me when I'm trying to deliberate.

I can't believe I'm going to meet Atkins.

Yes. Yes, it'll be great to see Randy again,

actually, yeah. Mind you, he's had quite the meteoric rise.

Obviously, we're going to have to start with Olivia.

What was Ben doing in her trailer?

Hey, maybe you can ask if you can have a go.

You know, do some acting on it.

"Ask if I can have a go"?

It's a multi-million-dollar TV production,

not a pub pool table.

Anyway, I don't act any more.

You clearly still love it, though.

All that "glaring character inconsistency" stuff.

I have left the world of television behind

and I do not miss it one iota.

Ahh! The buzz! HE GIGGLES

All hands to the pump to extrude drama from thin air.

Carry on, chaps. All right.

Are you OK? Can I get you some cans?

Oh, no. I don't drink when I'm on duty.

No, no - cans are headphones.

It's an industry term.

Hi.

Here we go.

I'm actually quite nervous.

She's a proper movie star.

I've seen her on the red carpet, you know,

looking all glam and posh.

She'll probably think I'm proper basic.

Hiya. DI Mallowan, Mid Wales Police.

Can we ask you some questions, please?

Yeah, sure, love. Come in. OK. Mind that step, though.

Nearly went arse over tit earlier.

Ah, she's proper basic, just like you.

Shut up!

Hey, trailers certainly have more bells and whistles

since my leading man days.

Oh, wow. Did you used to act, too?

I've dabbled. Yes.

HE CHUCKLES

Do I detect a hint of a Port Talbot accent?

Ah! Yeah.

Fertile ground for the craft. Burton,

of course. Yeah. "Throw away respect,

"tradition, form and ceremonious duty,

"for you have but mistook me all this while."

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Can we ask you a few questions about Ben Williams?

Um, did he often have his lunch in here?

Um, sometimes, yeah.

Well, isn't that a bit unusual?

Mm, OK, I'm just going to say it.

Er, I let him hang out here

because I felt bad for losing it with him last week.

I shouted at him on set and...

Oh, God, please don't think I'm a diva. Of course not. No, no.

He brought me the wrong muffin.

I'm not allowed wheat, alcohol,

gluten, dairy, sugar or preservatives.

What else is there? Chips?

Or starch. Oh.

So I just have this coconut-flour courgette-pulp chia-seed muffin.

Oh... It sounds rank,

but it's actually really not.

And it's my only treat.

So when Ben messed it up, I just...

Yeah. Just lost it.

Oh, my God, is that the Blodeuwedd headdress?

Mm-hm. JANIE GASPS

I always wanted to be Blodeuwedd at school.

Yeah, I wasn't cool enough, though.

I was always the owl. You do look

a bit like an owl. Shut up, John Chapel.

I do not look like an owl.

You're cool enough to be Blodeuwedd.

Shut up, Olivia Whitmore!

I'm not cool, am I? Yeah!

Hey, come on, try it on. Really?

Mm-hm. Oh!

Oh!

Oh... Oh, my God, I'm Blodeuwedd.

I'm Blodeuwedd! Twit-twoo!

Did Ben have any, er, enemies?

Benemies? He got on people's tits.

Only one who liked him was Randall, weirdly. How's that weird?

He's nice enough to important people,

just not everyone else.

But... yeah, he did go out of his way to be nice to Ben.

Maybe drop the intense smile.

Randy! He lives!

John. Johnny.

How long has it been?

Too long, mate! Too long.

Randy, Randy, this is Detective Inspector Janie Mallowan.

Please, call me Randall. Can't stand Randy.

Come on in. OK. SHE GIGGLES

Well, you're both Caesar and Atkins to me.

Sorry. This is a bit of a cheese dream.

I'm a bit of a Caesar fan.

Oh, yeah? But you're so young.

God, no, fun little show.

Yeah, all changed for me now.

Things have moved on a bit since your day, Johnny.

My day? HE LAUGHS

Hardly a relic.

Only hung my boots up

in 2015, not 1915, mate.

Yeah, we're here to talk about Ben Williams.

Can you think of anything that could have got Ben killed?

Um, any secrets?

Secrets, on this production? No.

Someone even leaked a story about me.

Ugh, the press. The press?

Oh, how retro.

No, no, it's the socials.

Yes, my PR team shut it down.

Par for the course of being a big star.

So you are a policeman now, John?

Consultant. Yes.

Ultimately far more rewarding than acting.

Finally using my talents

to do something profoundly truthful.

Good.

There's no shame in exploring other avenues

when things get quiet.

Things didn't get quiet, mate.

When I retired, I was riding a 12-million-viewer wave.

Yes, the Sunday Times actually said...

Back... Let's get back to the dead guy, yes?

Back to him. And, um... Yeah.

Did you see Ben on the morning before he died?

No.

No, I would have either been on set

or here having a massage.

Essential.

I cracked some vertebrae falling from a horse in Bridgerton.

Did you catch me in Bridgerton, John?

Don't watch much telly, mate.

Telly? How charming.

No, it's all about the streamers nowadays.

Acting's acting, Randall.

Do you remember what I always used to say to you?

When you boil it down, we do the exact same thing

as Larry Olivier and Humphrey Bogart.

Randall! We need you in Costume.

The owl's being a diva.

I'm sorry.

One really ought to knock

before entering an actor's trailer. Easy mistake to make.

I remember starting out myself. So much to take in, young lady.

I know! John. John.

Mm? This is Magenta Mei.

The director?

Oscar winner?

Oh.

I'm so sorry, I...

Oh, that's cool, it's fine.

No, I... Don't sweat it.

I was never a diva when I was the owl.

Just saying.

Up against it. Mm.

Yes.

How was I to know she's the director?

She looks about six!

And Randall - did you see the way he treated me?

I just saw two men waving their willies at each other.

Abandonment issues. Oh, possibly, Chapel, yes.

Loss of a nurturing father figure...

PHONE CHIMES ..left to face the world alone.

Are you listening?

Sorry, no. Er, Liv text me.

Olivia text me.

"Thought you'd like this. Liv."

Should you be texting a suspect?

How is she so down-to-earth?

You know she's going out with Matty Healy? Uh...

The 1975? Tay Tay's ex.

Oh, Tay Tay's ex! Oh, why didn't you say?

JOHN SIGHS

But it does make Randall suspicious.

I can't see him being nice to anyone,

let alone a lowly runner.

PHONE RINGS

Ma'am, I've been looking through

Ben's belongings. Yes?

Well, it seems he had a ring in his pocket.

Didn't think much of it at first,

but I've had a closer look and there's an inscription.

I've sent you a pic.

PHONE CHIMES

Who's Emyr? The production crew list

has a set decorator named Emyr Davies. Thanks, Chaudhry!

Why would Ben have a ring like that and not wear it?

Was he having a secret relationship with Emyr?

I don't know.

But I know where to find out.

The epicentre of all on-set gossip.

The make-up bus.

Stepping on.

Hello?

BOTH YELL

Nearly frightened the life... John!

Dawnie! No, no! Oh, my God! Wow!

Oh, my God, you silly sod. What are you doing here?

You're not in this, are you?

No, no, I'm here in a consulting capacity.

Helping the police with their enquiries. The Old Bill.

Bloody hell, they take anyone nowadays, don't they?

Don't they just! Yeah.

Let me have a ciggie and I'll bring us both a cuppa,

and I will reveal all.

Mm, chance would be a fine thing.

Wahey-hey-hey-hey! HE LAUGHS

Emyr, set decorator?

DI Janie Mallowan. Hang on.

I'm just working on my stalactites.

What's that? Is that a gym thing?

No.

They're cave rock formations.

Calcium carbonate deposits accumulated into

an oblique conic pinnacle.

Oh. The drippy icicle thingies.

We swap them about in sets, so it looks like

we're filming in different caves. Ah, fascinating. And if it's

rock formations you're into, I've got a folder on my phone

of every cave up the Welsh coast.

I took some wonderful ones of Dan-yr-Ogof last weekend.

Kind of up against it with the investigation.

Otherwise, definitely. No.

I wondered if you recognised this.

This was found on Ben Williams's body.

Were you two an item?

No! No, no.

That ring's for my girlfriend.

Mm. I... I thought I'd lost that in the caves.

I was trying to form helictite out of resin,

and it's such a twist... Please, please, please get to the point.

Well, it must have fallen out of my pocket,

and I guess Ben found it.

Do you remember anything unusual from the day Ben,

er... you know, er...

..he died? No.

OK. Er... No, not with Ben.

Although, let's think. Mm-hm?

This...

This was weird.

I'm used to people leaving stuff on set,

like coffee cups, scripts, that kind of thing.

But this...

This struck me.

This looks like somebody's medication.

Mm. Yeah, I'll have to take this in.

What's interesting is that it was left in a scene with a dragon. Oh.

And polypropylene's actually very heat-resistant...

OK. Goodbye.

BOTH LAUGH HEARTILY

DAWN COUGHS

What about Ben, the runner?

Well, I heard he and Olivia had a big row.

No, no, she's good as gold, Liv.

She's got a lot going on.

Us make-up artists can always tell.

Hands, nails, hair - dead giveaways.

No, she's a sweetheart.

Not like Randall.

No. Head wedged firmly up his backside now.

Not many people like him here. Except Ash,

the medic. Randall brought him on, actually,

and he had the old medic sacked.

He's all right, Ash.

And if you want something

stronger than an aspirin, he's your man.

Mm. Sounds like the sort of thing

Ben wouldn't approve of.

He did try and get Ash sacked once

for slipping a hangover cure in an actor's drink.

It was just vitamins and caffeine,

but Ben said it was "spiking", and he felt triggered.

Honestly.

Mm.

John, I was so sorry to hear about Elin.

Ah...

Thanks, Dawnie.

It's been...

Well, you know. Yeah.

Mm.

How about you? Are you and Charlie still together?

Nah. No, it didn't work out. Oh.

I try and take pleasure in the simple things now.

What's that? Long walks and log fires?

Sitting down and rose.

BOTH LAUGH

Olivia's so normal for a megastar.

We're actually really similar.

Oh, yeah?

Does she Jolen her moustache

in front of Married At First Australia, as well?

No, but she is proper down-to-earth.

Right. Our body.

Toxicology showed high levels of morphine,

but the interesting thing is, you were right.

I knew it! What about?

There's no way it was an accidental overdose.

Far too much in his system. Someone poisoned him.

So it's definitely murder? Yeah.

We tested that curry container you found in the bin.

Veggie korma, doused in the stuff.

Yeah. Good job you didn't lick the bowl.

You could have been the next victim.

As if I would lick a bowl from the bin!

Oh, that's happened, like, twice. Come on.

Now, I've spoken to the catering crew.

Ben didn't order the veggie korma.

So how can they be sure?

They must serve hundreds of lunches a day.

There's a list. Most people had the curry.

Magenta, the director, has her own personal chef.

Of course she does.

What's up with Bergerac?

He's feeling old.

He is old.

Not so decrepit he can't hear every word you're saying.

So what else have you got?

I've been looking at Ben Williams's social media.

He's got some serious gear.

Designer headphones, new laptop.

This is what's been bugging me about the notebook.

I mean, Ben was a runner. Minimum wage.

How could he afford any of this stuff?

Maybe it was all nicked.

It might be why he was in Olivia's trailer.

You know, looking for something to steal.

Hardly tallies with Dawn's description

of a straight-laced stickler, does it?

Good point, Chapel. HE MUMBLES

So...are you actually talking to anyone?

Apart from John Chapel's inner monologue, obviously.

It's still early stages, sir.

This is a high-profile case. You're a DI now.

More is expected of you.

Yeah, I know more's expected of me,

which is why I've not had a day off in the last two months.

and I'm scraping by on five hours' sleep, so just back off, OK?

Is everything all right, Mallowan?

I mean, do you want me to get in more help or...?

No, no, no. It's fine. Yeah.

Er, just lots going on, but I'm on top of it.

Surfing the wave.

Cowabunga!

OK, well, if you say.

Oh, um, I need you to let me know if you're going to

bring in Olivia Whitmore for questioning.

Yeah, I was hoping to ask her to sign some stuff.

Not for me. For Kayleigh. I'm still in the doghouse,

and I have to get her to start talking to me

before we go to Center Parcs.

I did some digging last night. Look.

"TV medic cleared over death."

TV shoot six years ago.

A lighting rig fell on a crew member's head.

Ash checked them and didn't send them to A&E,

and they later died in their sleep.

An inquiry cleared Ash, but people still blamed him.

Surely Dawn would have known about this. Why didn't she tell me?

Plus, medic - who's more likely to have opioids?

Well, leave him to me. A wannabe alpha male like that

is much more likely to open up

to a rough and ready man's man like me.

Oh, your little silk scarf is drooping. Oh, so it is, yeah.

Turn over.

5-21. Take three.

Quiet, thank you! Action!

GROWLING SHE SQUEALS

Gwydion, your dragons have corrupted you!

They're dangerous. How do you propose to stop them?

OK, now the dragons turn to stare at you, Liv.

You're terrified.

DRAGONS GROWL

SHE WHIMPERS Aroswch!

And dragons back off!

OK, cut.

OK, everyone, take five.

Great. Lovely.

Very good. Very good, very good. Raw, vulnerable...

It was mega! ..perfectly pitched.

Aww, thanks, J-dog. Oh, um, it's...

It's DI Mallowan, but, um...

But I really like J-dog, so please keep using it.

Um, I do need to talk to you about Ben in private.

Er, yeah. Yeah. Cool.

Here's your decaf iced latte. Oh, cheers, babe.

That's dairy. Do you want it?

You can get another one, surely.

Nah, it's all right. It'll only get them in trouble.

Go on, take it. Oh, thanks.

Yeah, basically, I started off with karate aged six,

then moved on to judo, taekwondo...

Yeah, copy that. ..bit of t'ai chi...

JOHN GROANS

All right?

Oof! HE COUGHS

Really feeling it today.

Got up to no good last night

with my old mate Dr Jack Daniel's.

Oh, yeah?

I know him well. Oh?

Here, you...

You don't have something that you could sort me out with, do you?

Well, I shouldn't strictly do this,

cos you're not crew. Sure.

There you go. Thank you.

Not a word, yeah?

Especially around Princess Olivia.

Not a fan of hers, then?

HE SCOFFS Up herself. She had a real go at me

for slipping her one of these the other week.

Look, if I see an actor spewing their guts up

the morning after a big night, I dose them up.

Well, of course. You've got to keep the show on the road.

Yeah. Hey, uh, snacks, chocolate?

And ruin perfection? No, thanks. Jog on.

I'm on the carnivore diet.

Oh. Yeah. Meat and eggs.

Medic! Electrolytes, please.

Two.

Careful, Randall, old love.

Any more water, we'll need Costume to get you a nappy.

Yeah. I happen to suffer from dry mouth,

but thanks for the concern. Oh, just making a joke, mate.

You know, a bit of banter, like the old days.

Well, not at my expense.

I'm not that newbie you can patronise

with your acting tips.

What's this all about really, Randall, eh?

I apologise for leaving you in the lurch,

but I had to walk away from Caesar

because of personal reasons.

Caesar?

Oh, Johnny, I don't think about you

or that little show any more. Nobody does!

In fact, let's play a little game, shall we?

Costume girl Laura.

Yeah, look, it's actually Lucy.

Tell me, do you know who this is?

Er, no. Should I?

Look him up online.

"What happened to John Chapel?"

You OK, old love?

I've not noticed anything missing.

Why? Was Ben nicking stuff?

Maybe.

Can't believe your trailer bathroom's, like

bigger than the one in my actual new flat.

Hah, babes. This trailer is bigger than the entire flat

I grew up in in Port Talbot.

And the windows work. Yeah, you might want to crack one open.

Do you ever, like, pinch yourself?

SHE SCOFFS No.

Slap myself, maybe, yeah, when I catch myself moaning.

Aww, but, like, no, look at you now, though.

Yeah, but I really miss it, though.

Oh, God, I sound mad.

No, I get it.

Yeah, like this is my dream job, right?

And I've worked my bum off to get it.

But it's relentless.

Right! It's like everyone thinks you've got it all.

I know, I know. And then, sometimes,

you just, like, wish it was like it was before.

No, literally.

Yeah. Yeah.

God.

People, they just talk such crap in this industry,

but you just get it. Nah.

Yeah, you do. Yeah.

Hey, we should, um... We should do a runner.

Yeah. Go off somewhere.

Yeah. I don't know, France.

Oh, lush. Yeah. Work in a little cafe selling baguettes.

I can't. Oh, I mean, like, obviously we can't.

Only messing. No, no, I really can't.

Yeah, I used to work in a cafe

and I just used to drop things and cry all the time.

Oh! Yeah.

I've got really tiny hands.

I think I'm past it, Dawnie.

He's got a point, though, hasn't he? Look at me.

I'm yesterday's man.

I got used to looking in the mirror and seeing me dad.

Now when I look, I see my old granny.

Don't let Randall get to you.

Dawn?

Freaking out. You don't have a vape, do you?

No, I quit, darling.

I told you, I'm back on the ciggies. Why?

The actor playing the shepherd's just been taken ill

and we've only got the owl today. We're screwed.

Maj, I've just heard they're rescheduling

my entire afternoon. It's outrageous.

I know. John was a shepherd.

When? At the birth of Christ?

In that big epic drama we did.

Oh, that one where Richard Chamberlain played Zeus,

was it? Yeah! Yeah.

That was aeons ago.

You were brilliant.

Well, it doesn't qualify me

to play every shepherd on Earth, does it?

We'll do whatever you need. Cut it right down.

Whatever works.

No, I don't... Actually, I mean, it's not something...

Yeah, listen, Maj,

it's not fair to put the man on the spot, you know?

John's far more used to talking the talk than walking the walk.

I'll do it.

Can I have the pages, please? Yeah, sure.

Maj...

Maj!

Can we make sure we have a chair nearby, please?

For this one at his age. Yeah, scintillating banter,

Randall, but shall we cut it out now?

OK, going for a take.

Positions, please. Yeah. Sorry, Johnny. Of course.

Wouldn't you feel more comfortable

playing detective with that little weirdo?

It's such a cliche, Johnny, falling for

a younger girl at your age.

Just take your mind out of the gutter, Randall, will you?

We just happen to work together well, that's all.

Turn over!

5-23, take one.

Aww, Johnny's made a little fwend.

OK, so what? Yeah, she is a friend of mine.

A bloody good one at that.

Sort of person who thinks about others and doesn't say,

"Oh, sorry about that," when someone's wife dies.

Elin was fond of you, Randall.

She'd be very disappointed with what you've become.

And action!

What brings you here, shepherd?

Your dragons, sir.

They have decimated my flock.

You would have them starve?

You would do well to know your place.

My place is with my flock.

You dare answer back to me?

Aye.

They may just be sheep to you,

but they allow me to feed my family,

my community.

To create life itself.

You speak of magic.

But a man grazing a flock...

..caring for them, leading them to the very end

whilst sustaining the lives of those he loves...

That's the real magic here.

Your powers are mere cheap tricks by comparison!

Take this man away.

OK, cut!

ENTHUSIASTIC CHEERING

Yes!

Johnny, that was incredible.

Er, Randall, it's, "Take him from my sight,"

not, "Take this man away."

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Yeah, can we get him a chair, please?

I think he looks like he could do with a bit of a sit-down.

Then we had to do nine - no, ten more takes

because his eye kept twitching.

Oh, I do wish you'd seen it.

So what have you learnt, then, from playing hooky

with your new best friend?

Oh, what is your problem?

I'm maintaining a professional distance.

OK, so I might have a new friend.

I haven't had many since Sian. This never happens to me.

As in, it's clearly blinded you to the fact

that she's been lying to us from the start.

Liv hasn't been lying to me. What are you on about?

She didn't send back her iced latte.

Oh, well, obviously, a murderer, then.

She makes no fuss about being given an undrinkable drink,

and we're supposed to believe she shouted at Ben over a muffin?!

No, it was something much bigger than a muffin.

Something big enough for her to kill for.

What's your evidence? This.

Now, she told us that she shouted at Ben on the set,

so I paid a visit to the sound recordist.

Now, she took a very dim view

on breaking the code of conduct,

but I knew her mentor.

Yes, Roger Glass, a great man.

We did an episode of Sharpe together.

I played the shouty and irascible...

Oh, just get to the point!

Well, she gave me Olivia's sound files for the day.

Ben is very faint, but Olivia's mic picks him up.

I take no pleasure in doing this, you know.

Drop the genius act and just play the tape.

You're clearly gagging to.

You can't do this, Ben.

Oh, I can, unless you want me to tell everyone

about your little secret.

I can't believe you'd listen in on my private conversations.

And I can't believe a word you say.

Apparently.

What was the secret?

I'm saying nothing.

I think you're a lot like me.

And like me...

..everything changed when you were a teen.

Your whole world went upside down.

And now everyone thinks you've got it all,

things are great, but you don't want it.

You want safety and normality.

Which is why you were having an affair with Emyr.

No idea what you're talking about.

You're such a good actor, I would have believed you...

..if it wasn't for this.

Someone posted a picture of you

at Dan-yr-Ogof caves the exact same day as Emyr.

Who doesn't enjoy a cave?

Actually, quite a lot of people. They're quite niche.

Ben was in your trailer

stealing this ring so he could blackmail you about Emyr,

which is why you killed him.

No, I wanted the truth to come out.

SHE SIGHS

You're right.

I don't want this any more.

Definitely wouldn't kill for it.

But it'd mean the end of you and Matty Healy.

There is no me and Matty Healy.

Oh. It's a PR sham my agent set up.

But Emyr, though, he's like...

..normal. Isn't he...?

He cooks me spag bol.

Interview terminated at 6.22.

Look, I'm sorry, OK? It's just you lied,

and I thought... Yeah, we're done.

I just don't see her as our killer.

I don't trust her, but maybe somebody killed to protect her.

Emyr.

God. He wouldn't need to use opioids.

He could just bore Ben to death.

I can't think without my morning injection of caffeine.

Would you care to join me in a double espresso?

No, thanks, even though those tiny cups

make my hands look normal size.

I've been reading up about caffeine.

It's not good for you. Plus, there's loads of side-effects...

I think I know who did it. I think I do too,

but I don't think it's who you think it is.

But I know why you might think that.

You just haven't thought enough

about why they would think that.

Just shut up and let's go.

Right.

Calling me in on my day off.

I'm supposed to be Zoom mentoring a RADA student.

This won't take long.

Just need to clear a few things up.

How was lunch, Ash?

Vegetarian lasagne looked good on the menu.

Oh, no, you can't have that, can you?

No, because of your carnivore diet.

Yet on the day of Ben's murder,

Catering said that you ordered the veggie korma.

Er...

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, they just had it down as curry.

I thought it'd be a lamb bhuna or something,

not rabbit food. I binned it.

No, you didn't.

No, you... You spoke to Ben after you both ordered lunch.

He'd ordered chicken - much more up your street.

So you switched the meals without him noticing.

OK, OK, I swapped it.

Yeah. I didn't say anything because it looks bad,

but I didn't kill him. Why would I?

Because he knew about your little drug sideline.

Strong opioids.

Thanks to Emyr's keen eye for detail,

we know that an empty bottle of opioids

was left on the set the day Ben died.

It's more due to the high visibility

of your modern tempered plastic. Now... Not now, babes, yeah? OK.

OK, OK. You can't link that to me.

That could have been anyone's.

And even if it was true,

I wouldn't kill someone over it.

No.

Your reputation was already tarnished

after the negligent death of a crew member on a set years ago.

But someone's reputation

stood to be ruined,

didn't it, Randall? Oh...

This hessian is really chafing my bits.

Oh, God. I'm getting a rash.

I'm going to Crete next week. Er, yeah.

Um, we're just in the middle of something right here,

and we're just getting to the good bit, so do you mind...

..popping off?

Oh... sorry.

"Come on to set, Linda.

"No, no, no, leave the set, Linda."

It was you who left the empty bottle on set.

You've been taking the painkillers for your back pain

ever since you fell off that horse.

Me? Drugs? Hah. It's absolute rubbish.

Of course, yes.

The side-effects of opioid addiction

include mood swings

and a dry mouth.

That's why you always use Ash,

the only medic dodgy enough

to get you the drugs you need to perform.

Ben found out, and was blackmailing you.

So what happened, Randy, eh?

Showered him with gifts?

So I gave him a few things.

I'm not a killer, John.

Johnny, please. We're old pals.

No, you're not a killer.

You're just cancelled after this.

You wouldn't kill Ben.

In fact, nobody wanted to kill Ben.

The opioids were in Ash's curry

because somebody wanted to kill Ash,

because he was a danger.

No, no, I'm not. I'm a medic. I help people.

Like with your hangover cures,

which would have harmed

your unborn baby, wouldn't it, Olivia?

Throwing up after the big night out

when we all know you don't drink alcohol.

It's morning sickness.

Can't a girl have some secrets?

It all started a few weeks ago

when Ash slipped you one of his hangover cures

into your soy spirulina smoothie.

Filled with caffeine and every vitamin under the sun.

Not good for a pregnant woman. Yeah.

OK, so what if he did? I didn't drink it.

No, you're hyper-vigilant about everything you consume.

But Ash's gung-ho attitude, risking Olivia's health,

her baby's health, was enough to...

..tip someone else over the edge.

Wasn't it, Dawn?

What?

Oh, come on, darling, you know me.

I do, Dawnie, and that's what makes this so hard.

I know your intentions were good.

Ah! Ash joins the crew, everyone knows he got away with murder.

He was a ticking time bomb.

You also knew that Olivia was pregnant,

working with her hair, her nails every day.

Make-up artists can just tell.

She could have got hurt.

We're like family.

No, it was more than just that.

The crew member who died... six years ago.

I should have put two and two together.

It was your Charlie, wasn't it?

That's why it didn't work out.

How can someone just get away with that?

Everyone knew it was his fault.

You intercepted his curry out of the catering truck

and filled it with enough morphine to kill him.

Dodgy medic, high on his own supply.

Nobody would have thought it was murder,

and you had your own supply of strong opioids.

What is it, Dawnie?

Cancer?

Oh, Johnny...

Lung.

Terminal.

I've not told anyone.

Well, you didn't need to tell me.

I've lived it, remember?

Elin.

He shouldn't be allowed to hurt people.

Pot, kettle, black, love. I know.

I didn't know he'd give it to Ben.

Poor lamb. He had his whole life ahead of him.

Yeah, he could have gone on to blackmail

even more great actors.

I'm so sorry, Dawnie. No, no, no. No, I'll be OK.

I've got no pension. What am I going to do, you know?

Work till I keel over?

At least in jail I've got bed and board.

Shall we?

You OK? Yeah.

What's that?

Oh, Magenta sent me some of her work.

She's very good.

Says she wants me to be in her next project.

Oh, I don't know. What, seriously?

That's brilliant. Congratulations, John Chapel.

Just heard the news. Well done.

Well, it's nothing concrete at the moment, but...

I don't even know what the show is.

What? I'm talking about the arrest.

Good work, Mallowan. Right. Is Olivia around?

Er, in her trailer. Great.

Got a poster my daughter wants signing.

And some hot pants.

Oh, no.

No, no...

So much for being cancelled.

He's checked himself into rehab.

Look, "My Dry Mouth Hell". Look at that, look.

HE SIGHS I had hoped he'd use this

to turn himself around,

but no, he's learnt nothing. He's playing the media game.

I'm afraid he's on the slippery slope

to eating kangaroo balls.

Apparently, Olivia's giving up acting.

After she wraps on this job,

she's off to lead a quiet life with Emyr.

Ah. Maybe away from celebrity, you can make amends.

Nah, you're meant to trust your mates, aren't you?

Even if that means them telling you

that your flat looks like a dentist's.

Yeah. Probably was a bit insensitive there, wasn't I?

Actually, I got you a house-warming gift...

..to make up for it.

Now...

..I know you didn't like playing the owl,

but that is what you are.

Small, tenacious,

solitary but smart.

Ta-da!

Oh, I love it!

Nah, it's nothing. It's absolutely nothing.

There's a little notebook there.

Oh! SHE LAUGHS

Oh, thank you, John Chapel. All right.

And, um... And I didn't miss your big scene.

I... I heard what you said about me to Randall.

Oh, me neck!

My neck.

BOTH LAUGH

That's... All right. Yeah. I asked your friend on...

..to give me the sound files so I could hear it back.

What did you think?

Of the scene? Yeah. Yeah...

It's not my kind of thing, you know?

Mm. But it's, um... Sounded a bit hammy, but...

Mm.

Hammy?

Yeah. Well, it's fantasy, isn't it?

It's a bit unrealistic, you know?

And the accent. Oh, the emotional truth!

Oh, God, I wish I hadn't opened my mouth.

You were brilliant. OK? Fantastic.

Oh, quelle surprise, it went straight over your head.

You just calling me short now?

No, I'm calling you a philistine.

I don't know what that means.