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Joanne Kemper knows my brother.

Logic would suggest that it was in an official capacity.

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

Gah!

It's the file you were searching for yesterday.

Your case file was 2014, Sinclair's death was 2024.

But it means nothing.

Unless we find another one from 2004.

Mr Kennedy was attending a private party

at the residence of Ryan Oakley and Joanne Kemper!

I don't want you to die or disappear.

I don't know what I'd do.

James' case from 2014 - suicide.

Closed by him. See the victim's name?

Ryan Oakley.

She's connected to James, she's connected to Ziegler,

she's connected to two unexplained deaths.

Ten years apart.

I understand your sister-in-law will be interviewing Ms Kemper tomorrow.

Joanne Kemper knows who we are.

They know everything about us.

I'm telling you, they know who I am, who you are.

You're not interviewing her, she's interviewing you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Cambridge Snooker Exhibition Series,

Cowie versus Sloane,

the rematch of the 2005 Championship Final.

Let's give a round of applause to Oliver Cowie

and Danny Sloane! CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

Oliver, you're heads. Danny, you're tails.

CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

- - Sloane's slip-up means Oliver Cowie

is now steps away from victory.

Not this time!

- Come on! - Danny Sloane has done it!

- Yeah! - He is the winner of tonight's match.

What a duel!

This victory finally puts an end to a 20-year rivalry."

Come on! There we go!

Yeah? No, I won!

I'm on camera now, right now.

Yeah. All right, I'll call you back.

OK.

Where do you want me?

Yeah? Yeah.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello?

There you are.

Oh, you're back on the cypher?

If it wasn't designed to be solved, then it can't be solved.

I mean, you said so yourself.

But... But what if it was?

If we can only just ask him.

I mean, if we only knew that, then at least...

- Who's that? - That is Helena Moss,

as in one of the people that James interviewed for the death

of Ryan Oakley.

The drug overdose. I tracked her down.

She was at uni with Kemper, Oakley and Dominic Kennedy.

In fact, she was at the party where Dominic drowned.

And unlike most of the class of '04, she remained in Cambridge.

- She owns a florist. - I think you mean she is a florist.

Well, I'm heading down there now.

What? Why?!

Er, to buy some flowers

and subtly introduce her two dead friends into conversation.

What? I said subtly.

But you're interviewing Joanne Kemper this afternoon.

Yes, John, giving me seven hours to get the inside scoop

on at least two people she killed from someone who knew them!

Subtly.

I liked the story where James was deliberately leaving

clues for his brother and his wife to follow.

But that's not the story we're in, is it?

Right, you hold the fort, I'll be back with the flowers.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello? CALL DISCONNECTS

Hmm... "Unknown number."

Nobody there.

- It'll be a PIP scam. - What?

Where'd Mum go?

Florist's.

Is it someone's birthday?

I would imagine so.

Hang on! Why... Why aren't you at school?

Because my mum is spending the afternoon with a serial killer.

I don't think that's going to qualify

as a legitimate excuse for absence.

- MOBILE RINGS - Uh, oh, um, it's DCI Carter.

Oh... There's probably been a murder.

I'll call him back.

No. If... If I've got to go to school,

you've got to go to a murder.

H-Hello?

Oh, dear, that... That does sound nasty.

It's just, I-I don't have access to a car at the moment, so...

Florist's.

I would imagine so.

OK, I'm sending an officer.

What? Really?

All right, fine.

Could you get a uniform to pick up John Taylor, bring him over here?

Oh, and would you tell them to drop his nephew off at school as well?

Thank you.

INTAKE OF BREATH What was that?

Problem, DC Cole?

No, sir.

Nice.

Maybe we should all run round and do a bit of shopping for John.

- Full shop or just a few bits? - Oh, full shop.

Whatever he needs.

SHOP BELL RINGS

- Hello! - Oh, morning!

Oh, these are lovely.

Dominos.

White anemones, calla lilies, black velvet lisianthus

and the black scabiosa. Or black knight.

Oh, I was rather hoping for a white knight.

Hmm! They're a myth.

- How much are they? - 110. - What?!

Yes, I'll take those.

- Just become an auntie. - Oh, congratulations!

Well, thank you, but I can't take all the credit.

CHUCKLES

Sorry! I didn't mean to... Do I know you?

Is it Helena?

He-Helena Moss?

St Thomas's College, like, er, 03/04?

That house on Pulton?

Sorry, I can't quite?

Oh, Hildy! Hildy Johnson!

I was over the road, at Devine House.

The... The Trinity one.

Sasha, Frances, Nathan - all that lot.

- Oh, right, yeah. - I looked different, I had a sort of a big...

Yeah, it was my goth phase.

I had a big... Robert Smith perm, very heavy dark eyeshadow?

Yeah! Yes, right, of course.

Yes, Hildy!

- Yes... - Yeah, oh, small world. - Yeah... Yeah.

Weren't you friends with... God, what's her name?

- She's always on the TV. - Joanne Kemper. - Yeah!

Always said she'd be Prime Minister one day,

now they're taking odds on it. Hmm! We have friends in common.

Yeah, same, same. I only really knew her through Dominic.

Dominic Kennedy?

Yeah, that was awful.

I know! I know.

Well, I say I know - I mean, I don't know, I wasn't there,

but I heard the rumours.

Well, he... He fell asleep in the hot tub.

Oh, you... You were at the party?

Oh, gosh, sorry. I shouldn't...

No, look, Ryan found him and stopped me from seeing him, thank God.

Oh, Ryan, yeah. What, was that Ryan Oakley?

Oh, we were dating at the time.

Oh, gosh!

I-I-I heard about what happened.

I'm sorry. Were you two still...?

No...

No.

Well, must have been such a shock, never the less.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

I sometimes think that year at St Thomas's was jinxed.

Oh!

Baby's going to love these.

Thanks, mate.

Oh, hello!

Lucy's interviewing Joanne Kemper today, yes? That right?

Er, yes.

You don't know anything about her, how she's connected,

if she's connected, or even why she's connected?

- John! - Hmm? What? No.

I-I mean, yes, that's right.

Since when did Lucy become a journalist?

It really depends on your definition.

Hmm...

Joanne Kemper's a name on a witness report

to a suicide your brother investigated ten years ago.

That's it? That's all you have?

Yes. Why? Have you got something else?

No, I don't have anything.

What?

Nothing, just...

Sometimes it feels like you're not telling me everything.

Oh, does it? Does it really?

You do realise that's how you make me feel 24/7, don't you?

Do I? Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.

It's a really horrible feeling, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Yes...

We probably better try and solve that murder, shouldn't we?

Yeah.

Oh, I know it's a crime scene, pal.

I was here when it happened.

If there's any fingerprints to leave, I've already left them.

Perhaps it's best not to leave any more, then?

You what, love? What'd she say?

Listen, the DCI's not even in there, so...

- Well, where is he? - I...

Which one?

- The detective... looking one. - That doesn't help.

DCI Carter. And you are?

Danny Sloane. As in THE Danny Sloane.

You're a snooker player.

No, I'm a magician, mate. I'd like to go home now, please.

Is anybody stopping you? I presume he's given a statement?

- He has! - Well, then by all means.

Why are you still here exactly?

Who are you?

I'm a Crime Scene Consultant.

That's Ludwig. He's famous.

- He's not famous. - Yes, he is. - I AM famous.

- Famous for what? - He does puzzles for all the papers.

You're a crime-solving puzzle setter? Huh!

Well, your little bud here's got my number,

so if I can be of any help, you know where I am.

Ta-da.

Excuse me.

Right, let's... get John up to speed, then, shall we?

OK, we've got two ex-pros with a history,

a rematch of their 2005 final streaming on an online channel

for snooker fans.

The only way into that corridor is via the main playing area,

so nobody was meant to be in here during the match.

Now the bit that you're really going to like.

Oliver Cowie lost the match.

He shook hands, left and went back to the dressing room.

He left through a door which remained on camera,

in the background, throughout the entirety

of Danny Sloane's post-match interview,

just as it was during the game itself.

Meaning nobody followed Oliver in here, not until the ref

and Danny did a few minutes later.

He was lying right there, broken-off part of a cue still in him.

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

and exit without being seen?

Why would I like that?

Erm... Well, the puzzle aspect of it.

I mean, it's moderately diverting,

but I'm really pushed for time today.

Don't you have a motive or anything?

A motive?

Yes, just to hurry it along.

For example, has anything been disturbed, moved or taken?

That... That can sometimes suggest a motive.

Actually, Mr Cowie's wallet apparently is unaccounted for.

His wallet? Did he have a lot of money in it?

How am I meant to know that?

They're trick shots.

Ollie was known for them. My dad was actually a bit of a fan.

He's going to be gutted.

Can you put this in evidence, please?

- What for? - So that I can read it later.

Looks good.

MOBILE RINGS

- Do you want to get that, or...? - It's Steve...

My... My friend Steve.

RINGING CONTINUES

Well, if it's Steve, you better go talk to him, then, hadn't you?

Yes.

Only been here five minutes and he's already off chatting to Steve.

Did you want to have a chat with Steve?

- It's not about Steve. - Well, it kind of sounds like it is.

It's...

RINGING CONTINUES

- Hello? - Where are you?

That doesn't sound like one of our doors at home.

Someone killed a snooker player.

Oh, that explains it.

- You won't believe how it went at the florist! - Florist's.

I got her openly talking about everything!

Really? In a non-suspicious way?

Yes, of course, in a non-suspicious way! It was amazing.

I really Derren Brown-ed her.

She even started having false memories of me with massive hair.

Massive how?

Just, I don't... Massive generally.

So I got her talking about Ryan Oakley,

I got her talking about Dominic Kennedy,

and you'd better believe it,

Kemper herself.

No word of a lie, John. I think I was born to do this.

What's he doing?

What's who doing?

What are you doing?

Nothing! What are you doing?

Could you open that for me, please?

Absolutely, just need to see your warrant.

I don't have one, or really understand what they are,

- or how they work. - Ah, then no.

Why not? That's silly!

You know I'm here with the police.

It's obvious I just saw you being all suspicious with it.

- You should just open it. - Sure.

Or, and hear me out on this,

I could not open it and just drive off with everything still inside?

- I'm calling DCI Carter. - OK.

MOBILE RINGS

- In fact, that's probably him now! - Give him my love.

Hello?

- - Hello, John.

Lucy can't do that interview. You need to stop it.

Why?

It's the wrong move.

Do you think you're the first to try it?

Kemper's taken out players you don't even know about.

Where are you?

It doesn't matter.

It's all that matters!

Do you know what you've done to them?

Your family?

Course you do. You remember what that feels like as sharply as I do.

Stop the interview.

How do you even know about that? Are you in Cambridge?

Are you in contact with someone here, someone at the station?

You think you're starting to put all this together, but you're not.

Joanne Kemper is responsible for lots of deaths, for some reason.

Chief Constable Ziegler has been covering it up, for some reason,

and you walked out on your wife and child, for no reason.

How's that?

James, just tell me everything, now.

I'll help you.

I always would've done.

Then contact Lucy and stop the interview.

Have you lost her number or something?

Damn it, John! I'm not exaggerating the danger here!

It's very, very real.

You have to stop her!

That book, all the codes and cryptograms, was that for us?

Did you leave a trail for us to follow? To find you?

To help you?

James, was it ever decipherable?

No.

Then tell her yourself.

What did Lucy want?

What? Oh, nothing. Just...

Didn't know how to set the video.

All right, that's not just a lie, John.

That's a lie from 1993.

What?

Did you tell anyone about the interview?

Lucy's interview?

No? Why?

OK, to be continued.

Well...

- Boot was empty, sir. - I mean, of course it was.

We were doing 70 and he was still parked up,

inside and changed when we got there.

Exactly how much of a head start did you give him?

He got rid of the evidence...

What evidence? The guy was stabbed and the weapon's still in him.

Is he under arrest?

For what? Not letting a civilian search his car? No, he's not.

He is, however, coming in to be interviewed.

Voluntarily.

Do murderers usually do that?

Well, we're not sure he's actually a murderer, John.

- All he did was not open a car boot. - He was also very rude.

I get the impression that's actually just him, to be honest.

- I can see why my dad was an Ollie fan. - Mmm.

OFFICE PHONE RINGS That's one of our phones.

Can I go home, please?

What?

I think... I think I left the oven on.

I had a fried breakfast.

We have the video of the match coming through,

plus that whole thing I mentioned about him

voluntarily asking to be interviewed...

Of course, yes. I-I should probably still turn the oven off, though.

Mmm.

Right.

Yeah. Er...

- What? - Safety first.

Sir...

Please. Thank you.

Come on, then.

Oh, the trick shot book.

- Yeah. - Can I open it now?

- Well, you have already, so... - Take that back.

I'm not... Urgh...

Oh, thanks.

Be about five minutes.

To turn off an oven?

I should probably check everything else, while I'm there.

Lucy?!

- John? - Argh! Don't do that!

What are you doing home?

Thought you were trying to find out who killed a snooker player?

I'm pretty sure it was another snooker player.

Oh, so you're finished?

Well, no, because he wasn't actually there at the time of the murder.

Have you had any missed calls?

What? No, from who?

Texts, messages, emails?

Check that place where they put the ones they think don't matter.

Spam?

Right. Erm...

No, nothing. Who am I expecting one from?

I don't know.

- You don't know? - No.

OK...

Is there something you're not telling me?

Oh, don't you start. You sound like Russell.

There's loads we're not telling Russell!

You don't actually have to do this.

I'm... I'm worried I've pressured you.

John, you couldn't pressure a mouse.

No, look, you said so yourself - she is playing a game

and one of us needs to be at the board.

You've had no calls at all?

OK, what is going on?

I'm just frightened, Lucy, OK? I'm just frightened.

Keep your phone on.

It'll be fine.

I promise.

John?

It's at 4.00, if you wanted to be around.

- Well, come on, then. - Yep.

I hate reversing.

You're not the one reversing.

- How was your oven? - What? Oh... Really good, thank you.

- Where's DC Cole? - He's parking.

He told me to get out cos I was making him nervous.

All right, well, the Super wants a word with us.

- What about? - No idea.

Seriously, what about?

Seriously, no idea.

Mr Taylor...

Ludwig.

I presume you're aware of the investigation taking place

- in the basement? - No.

- Yes, you are, John. - I am, yes.

We've found a document, hand-written, scanned,

completely in code.

We think you can help.

I suggested that having you at our disposal

and not utilising it might be a missed opportunity.

Absolutely, I can help.

Give it here, I'll have it done in five minutes.

That's restricted information.

We want you tell us how to solve it.

That's half of one line.

I'm going to need more than this.

That's the other half of the line.

Still not enough.

Make it enough.

I'll try.

You know where I am.

Right, what does it say?

I don't know.

- Really? - Really.

You crack it, you come to me first.

Before the security man?

Yes, John. Before the Deputy Chief Constable.

Course, Ma'am.

Mr Sloane, thank you for volunteering to talk to us...

Why didn't you just open the boot when I asked you to?

Didn't care for your tone.

Also, what happened to you? Did you zone out or something?

He was just stood there like this.

A man died last night, Mr Sloane.

Yeah, and I'm here, aren't I? Voluntarily.

Why did you ask to be interviewed?

Help you out.

Give you a little potted history of me and Ollie.

- Save you digging. - We already know your history.

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

You know he grew up two streets from me,

- went to the same school? - And you were friends?

No, we weren't friends. He was a weirdo.

- Lived in the library. - You're not a fan of reading, then?

I was more of a Meccano kid.

He was into puzzles and that.

- Reckon you'd have got on. - Well, we'll never know, will we?

You seem very casual about his death, Mr Sloane.

Why shouldn't I be? Guy ruined my life.

How exactly did Oliver Cowie "ruin your life"?

I started playing at eight, full-sized table.

Make a note of that. And I was good.

I was really good.

Kids from our estate back then? Not a lot of opportunities.

I might not have been booksmart, but I was smart enough to know

I had an off-ramp if I wanted it.

And I really wanted it.

I used to bunk off school to practise.

Kept getting suspended, just kept going.

Friday night, everyone on the pull,

I'd be down the snooker club, racking 'em up, putting 'em away.

Eyes on the prize. No distractions.

Get out of here! Get to the top! Beat 'em all!

Two guesses who I had to share it all with.

Library boy left his books at home, came into my territory,

showing off, messing about, doing his little trick shots.

He hadn't dedicated one drop of sweat to getting there.

Didn't take the game seriously.

Didn't believe in skill, said it was all physics.

I couldn't wait to wipe that stupid gormless smile off his face.

And then he beat you, in the 2005 final.

Luck, mate, luck! You know, you remind me of him.

That was your only major final.

12 semis, Detective. 12. That's a record, by the way.

Get that down in your little book.

So it was your only chance at a title

for the entirety of your career?

And by your own odd admission,

you claim he ruined your life as a result?

What's odd about that?

What's odd about it, Mr Sloane,

is that you are a suspect in a murder case and voluntarily

giving us an incredibly strong motive for carrying it out.

Sure. One you'd have worked out anyway.

Just saving you some time.

A confession would save more.

Well, I'd love to, but I was on camera at the time of the murder.

That's OK, you can still confess.

Yeah, I'd probably have to work out how I did it first,

and honestly, it seems completely impossible to me.

You got any theories, or...?

No? Not the nicest of areas round there, is it?

I think it's where most of the druggies wash up.

Maybe one of them had got in earlier?

And how would they have got out again?

Beats me. Crafty bunch. Always on the rob.

Have we checked to see if anything was nicked?

Oliver Cowie's wallet is missing.

Really? Was he meant to tell me that?

He knows full well a wallet's missing!

No, I don't. Didn't know he had a wallet.

- Who doesn't have a wallet? - Him, now, apparently.

Certainly sounds like a bungled burglary, doesn't it?

You'd be amazed how often they do.

Yeah, OK.

Anything else, boys?

- Mrs Betts, hi. - Hi...

She's running about 20 minutes late.

- Ah! - It's a Zoom meeting, so she won't be long.

Do you want to take a seat?

Aren't they lovely?

Joanne got me them.

Dominos, I think they're called.

- When? - Today.

Oh, she does things like that.

It's just the side of her the public never sees.

Look at him. He's playing like his life depends on it.

- - A signature move from Sloane.

I mean, there's no two ways about it.

He's just there, the whole time.

- But he definitely did it. - Nice shot!

Didn't he?

Not with a watertight alibi.

Look, I've met Danny Sloanes before, John.

People who enjoy being investigated, especially

- if they know they didn't do it. - Or believe we can't prove it.

It's a good shot, though. You've gotta give him it.

Was it? Looks fairly straightforward to me.

- You can play snooker? - I assume so.

OK...

Here you go.

OK, then.

Oh...

I stand corrected.

Snooker's much more complicated than I thought.

MOBILE RINGS I've got to answer this.

John!

Must be Steve.

I wonder what he's like? Steve.

Fair.

What's wrong? What's happened? Where are you?

I'm in Joanne Kemper's toilet, a few feet away from Joanne Kemper's PA.

- Where are you? Are you nearby? - Erm...

Because I really think that that florist has snitched on me.

How could she? You didn't use your real name, did you?

No, of course I didn't use my real name!

I mean, there's no way that she could...

Anyway, it doesn't matter how she did it, she did it,

because there is a big bouquet of Dominos out there on the table.

- A bouquet of...? - Black and white flowers, John,

like the ones I bought.

They are hardly commonplace or cheap, and yet here they are.

Left there for you to see.

It really is a game.

An actual game. Not metaphorical, a literal, turn-based one.

Our turn, her turn, our turn, her turn.

Is this what everyone does?!

- What? - All people seem to have done today is play games!

Not fun ones either, not nice ones.

No, smug ones.

The "You-don't-know-what-I-know" type ones.

Just like her.

Just like Kemper.

Gosh, I've really messed this up, haven't I? I've ruined everything.

Erm...

Well, your silence speaks volumes.

Hmm? What? Sorry, I wasn't listening.

Lucy...

...I think the murderer is playing snooker, with me.

You thought this was a good time to tell me that?

I am sat in Joanna Kemper's toilet! Where even are you?

You said that you would be here!

I will be.

Look, OK, don't bother.

Right, I'm just going to make very loud puking sounds

and then just go home.

No, you're not.

You're going to walk out there, sit opposite her... and act cool.

OK, I can do that.

Good.

Because it's our turn.

And I think I have a move you can use.

John! John!

Oh, there you are.

Look at this, Oliver's rules for a trick shot.

Set up the table, present the impossible, defy expectation.

Yeah, so?

So this thing here is a snooker player's brain.

This is how they think - all of them.

Danny was putting something in the boot of his car,

or actually I think he was looking under his car for something.

Don't think he found it.

Look do you mind filling me in on this, if not anything else?

Still filling it in myself.

Oliver was stabbed in the back.

Where, exactly?

Literally here, John.

What you doing?

What's this, look?

Oh, it's a broken pipe. Nice find.

- Don't make it worse, John! - Stabbed in the back...

- Whoa, whoa! - There you go! Must be that table.

- Go and have a look at those... - Cue cases.

- Careful, please. - Cue cases.

SOCO must have missed this.

What, missed what?

It's a bit of string. I reckon they just ignored it, John.

That was silly of them. It's hard evidence.

All right, get someone to bring him up here, I'll do the whole

this-is-how-he-did-it stuff up there in the main hall.

Then I'll really have to run. Is that OK?

Yeah.

OK.

Miss Betts...

- Nice to meet you. - Hi.

Please, sit. Shall we get started?

There we go. Recording.

Better not say anything incriminating, then!

Yes...

Just, just out of interest, why did you agree to do this interview?

Oh, Hannah, my PA, she said I should do it.

Said you were very nice.

And self-interest, of course.

It is the largest reaching paper in Cambridge.

Is it?

Really?

Yes...

Wow! Yes, so... Cambridge girl born and bred?

I certainly am, yes.

I mean, my father held his seat here for almost his entire life,

so I hope I'm sufficiently honouring it.

Into politics as a kid, then?

Oh, God, of course not! No, I was into Beanie Babies!

- Erm... - Me too.

No, it was University, really.

I started getting into all the student union stuff.

Would you be interested in hearing

about my time at University, Miss Betts?

Well, I...

Do you think your readers might?

They may well, yes.

Oh, John? DOOR OPENS

What? Oh, there you are.

- Good. - What did you forget to ask me? For a selfie?

I'll just get straight into it if... If you don't mind.

I can see why you thought Mr Cowie and I were alike.

He does indeed seem to be "into puzzles" like me, doesn't he?

These aren't puzzles, though. They're tricks.

You don't solve a trick.

What? So?

So I have a puzzle brain.

Oliver Cowie had a snooker brain.

Can you guess which of us was actually more like him?

I am nothing like Oliver Cowie.

Not in personality type, no.

I've been led to believe that he wasn't a joyless, embittered,

murderous sore loser, for a start.

You can't talk to me like that cos you're police!

Actually, I'm a Crime Scene Consultant.

I can do anything I want.

- Is that true? - That does appear to be the case, yeah.

Checks out, yeah.

So in what way am I like him, then?

Well, you think like him, don't you?

Almost 20 years on and it still doesn't come

as infuriatingly naturally to you.

You have to actually work for it.

But, ultimately, you think the same.

All snookery.

Which is why you ended up murdering him with a figurative trick shot.

Do I have to take you through how you did that or...?

Yes.

OK, then.

Like all trick shots, the first part is the set-up.

Well, you did say that you'd got fingerprints everywhere.

Smart move, by the way.

More killers should say that.

I'd rather they didn't.

Then you took the shot.

Set the plan in motion.

Oliver Cowie's fate was all but sealed.

There was just one thing left to guarantee it.

You actually had to win the match.

That was essential.

Your whole plan completely relied on Oliver Cowie losing

and therefore leaving the arena first.

DC Cole commented earlier on how it looked like you were

playing for your very life.

He was half-right - you were playing for Oliver's.

If you lost, you'd have no alibi.

You really did base the success of your plan

entirely on the belief that you'd been the better player all along.

That's not a belief. That's a fact.

And I was live on camera during the murder.

Yes, we saw.

You received a quick phone call just before the interview, didn't you?

Who was it?

My current missus.

We'll find an incoming call from her on your phone, then, will we?

Because if we do...

...I've got absolutely nothing and you really will win.

Then might I suggest you didn't receive a phone call at all?

You made one.

APPLAUSE

MUFFLED VIBRATING

A cue-case gun?

Really?

They sell a lot of them online somewhere, do they?

I don't this it was sophisticated enough to be marketed.

Probably something you cobbled together yourself.

You WERE a Meccano kid.

Whatever it was, I'm sure it's long gone now.

Well, that is the last stage of the trick shot, isn't it?

Sinking all the other balls you've set up

while everyone's watching the black.

You faked shock at your rival's demise...

...but inside, you were celebrating the success of your plan.

The only thing left to do was to collect back all the cogs

of your murderous mechanism.

And when the opportunity presented itself,

you thought you could improvise another deceit -

a shot to sink the final ball.

Unfortunately for you, though, it went down the wrong hole.

I think this is what you were looking for.

Do you think we'll find your fingerprints on that wallet

that you've claimed on camera you didn't even know existed?

You know, it was a bad choice of fake stolen misdirect.

All that effort you put in and there wasn't even any money in it.

Actually, there was 20 quid in it.

And you took it?!

You're barely even human, aren't you?!

Right! I'd call that a confession.

Game, set and match.

That's tennis, John.

Now, who's up for giving me a lift?

Oh, I'm more than aware of how easy I had it, believe me.

Not many student digs were spare penthouses their father owned.

Oh, it gets levelled to me as a criticism today,

instead of what it actually was -

a... drive to, er, recognise my own privilege

and to try to make a difference with it.

It sounds like you were quite ahead of your time.

Well, Dad taught me a lot.

There he is.

Miss him every day.

Mmm.

Who's the other chap?

Chief Constable Ziegler.

He was in charge of the whole of Cambridge.

"Was"?

Is.

Slip of the tongue.

Hmm.

So you stayed in the party pad until graduation?

Er, no. As a matter of fact, I...

I did move into student halls in my final year.

There was an accident at the apartment,

a terrible tragedy, and I couldn't stay there after that.

I'm so sorry...

Was that...?

A friend.

A close personal friend.

Too much drink and passed out in the hot tub.

The whole thing was just...

...awful.

You must have been devastated.

You know what I think, Ms Betts?

I think that drove me too.

Privilege followed by tragedy.

I think that was my wake-up call.

Mmm... You should quote that.

I will, I will.

Yes, I will.

We said we'd compare notes.

I don't have any more yet.

Is this why you offered to drive me?

No, interrogating you is just a happy by-product.

Well, apparently, I'm dropping you off outside Kemper's house.

Just down from it, please.

So presumably Lucy's there,

and presumably this is a fact-finding mission,

so will you please tell me what facts it is

you're expecting to find?

Well, perhaps just... how many people she's had killed.

Joanne Kemper?

MP for Cambridge St Michael's?!

Yes. I think she's killed people.

I don't know why she's killed people, but I think she has.

And I think that Chief Constable Ziegler helped her cover it all up.

Watch the road!

You really didn't know any of this?

You definitely knew a bit of it.

Look, what I know is that Ziegler's basically vanished

off the face of the earth and everyone's just...

...pretending like he's on holiday.

He is very deeply involved in this.

Is he, John?

Then why is he missing?

You think he's a goodie?

I think the world is a lot more nuanced than goodies or baddies.

You're wrong. It's not.

Well, I think he's a goodie.

I know the man.

He was basically my father-in-law, for God's sake.

He's also the only part of Mandy I have left.

You want to know my motivation?

That's it. You want to find your brother, I want to find Ziegler.

So whoever we think are goodies or baddies,

can we please, please just work together?

You... You never told anybody about the interview?

No.

All right, just checking.

Yes, then.

From now on, we work together.

You said that last time.

I mean it this time.

Oh, I don't know...

Er...

Citizen Kane...

...Life of Pi...

...Mamma Mia! 2.

- ...Mamma Mia! 2. - Hmm.

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

Hmm.

Ooh, you research your interviewers?

Very smart.

I met him once.

DCI John Taylor.

- James. - James, of course.

Nice man.

Mm-hm.

Are you not going to ask me...?

How did you meet him?

Well, tragically, another death of another close friend.

Drug overdose.

I hadn't seen him for years, though.

You really have had your fair share of tragedy.

Mmm.

Ten years apart.

Almost to the day.

It's like it's cyclical or something.

How is he, your husband?

DCI James Taylor?

He's away at the moment, on a case.

Oh, really? Where?

Knight's Path.

That's our move.

Drop it into the conversation... subtly.

"Knight's Path"...subtly.

Sorry, what does that mean?

I don't know, but it's important and she won't be expecting us

to know it.

- What did you say? - I said, "Not far."

They really are beautiful flowers that you bought for your secretary.

PA. I thought so.

Dominos, aren't they? Like the game.

Do you play?

Sometimes I like to set them up and watch them all fall.

Hmm.

Very good.

I might quote that as well.

Right, back to it.

What are your top three favourite herbaceous plants?

SHE SIGHS

Told you I'd be here.

You did, yes.

Thank you.

You really shouldn't have left the car unlocked, though.

Don't be silly. What are they going to do? Put a bomb in it?

I... I think they usually put them under them.

Well, then locking the doors wouldn't have done much good, would it?

ENGINE STARTS

There you go - it's fine.

What?

I mean, we COULD'VE checked.

Looking!

Looking!

Brake! Brake! Brake!

CAR APPROACHES

CAR DOORS CLOSE

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Well, you called it correctly -

half-trying to find out what I knew...

Hello, Henry! ...and half-trying to scare me off.

Then I dropped "Knight's Path."

- What's that? - We don't know.

It's a two-word phrase from a small portion of a document

that I'm pretty sure was encoded by James.

It's...

It's a... street in the city.

You didn't look it up?

No. Why would I look it up? I...

I didn't know it was a physical thing.

I'm on it.

Well, did the job.

Scared her off, albeit briefly.

We had to scare her.

We had to force her into making a different move

from the one she was planning.

Then it's our turn again, right?

Right.

PHONE RINGS

Who is it?

James called me today.

Tried to stop the interview.

Told me you were in immediate danger.

What?

Lucy's fine, as she was always going to be,

and if you'd believed for one second

that there was any real threat there, then you'd never have

- trusted me to prevent it. - Give me the phone.

Can I tell you something, James?

I've spent my whole life hiding indoors,

playing games for a living,

and all because I thought I was the weird one who didn't fit in

in the real world, then I finally step outside and what do I find?

Everyone's playing them - murderers, detectives, my own brother!

And for what?

Because I'm beginning to think it is a choice...

Can I please...?

James?

...45 and have a long-term health condition,

- you could qualify for PIP coverage. - Oh...

Point still stands.

PHONE BEEPS

What did he say?

Nothing, ultimately.

Nothing?

Lucy...

Oh, you're not going to believe this.

Oh, just give us a minute, will you, Henry?

No, I think you're really going to want to see this.

"Knight's Path" search results.

- Mandy Ziegler. - The Chief's daughter.

DCI Carter's fiancee.

PHONE VIBRATES

I take it you got my message, then?

I think it's time we met in person.

Don't touch anything!

But it's a conveyor belt!

John, I need you at a scene.

It's called Pazuru Sushi.

Did he give me permission to run red lights?

- There's no such thing as permission to run... - Yes!

There's no such thing as permission to run red lights!

So we're looking for one poisoned dish,

proceeded and succeeded by multiple non-poisoned ones,

with only the killer knowing which is which.

We're being hunted.

Do you know why DCI Carter was here and who he was with?

Russell, what is it that you really know?

"Know"?

Suspect?

You seem to think that our local MP once drowned someone in a hot tub

and then tried to run someone over with a car?

I do not need a missing husband to want answers.

Where is he?

We really are going to share a cell one day, aren't we?

Absolutely nobody knows where DI Matt Neville has gone!