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Erm, how can we help you, Mr and Mrs... Tyler?

Well, um... Yup...

We heard that you were two of the best PIs in town.

Well, they got that wrong.

Because they'rethebest in town.

So, why do you need "the best"?

Well, my wife and I want to challenge you.

We want to run a series of tests,

pitting your skills against a different kind of investigator.

Ooh, who is the mystery sleuth?

Well, if you sign this NDA, you can find out for yourself.

We're not signing anything blind.

- I mean, you could be using us to train up the competition. - Yeah.

HE LAUGHS

Sorry, no, you are no competition for CATUS.

- Never heard of him. - He's great. - Tireless, talented.

Learnt everything there is to know about fighting crime.

Right, well if he's so amazing, you don't need us,

do you, so, come on, off you go.

Oh, right, OK. Come on, Portia.

I can see that they're perfectly comfortable here.

There's nothing wrong with being average, obviously.

Owen, I like them.

Tell them what they're saying no to.

Three grand for a day's work when you sign the NDA.

- Why didn't you say that in the first place? - Fine, actually.

- Come on, take a seat. - Here you go.

Would you like snacks or anything? Can I get you anything?

- I'm OK, actually. - So, when do wemeet this wunderkind?

He's already here.

Meet CATUS, AI detective.

A digital Sherlock Holmes in your pocket.

Hang on, did you say AI?

"Specifically, Crime Analysis and Tracking Utility System, CATUS."

I'm excited about this.

I've never been up against a computer before.

Yeah, unless you count self-service checkouts.

I need them this afternoon.

Oops.

Hello.

I'm Nathan. Owen's PA. You must be Frank and Lu?

- Luella. - I am so sorry. I've got youas Lu.

- Oh, don't worry about it. - No, no, Owen likes things to be correct.

Owen and Portia are inside.

Help yourself to refreshments while we wait for the others.

Others?

Chester Patterson, PI.

Good morning. Nathan, is it?

Yes.

We spoke on the phone.

You should've told me there was a children's party today.

- I would have found you some real clowns. - I'm sensing some rivalry.

No, to be rivals you have to be in the same league.

Ooh. This way, please.

Trust Chester to turn up and spoil the day.

Don't worry, now we can beat Chester andAI. Two for one.

Yeah. Why let one man spoil the day?

- Make that two men. - Oh!

I should've known you two would be here as well.

Why, short on pocket money, are you? No. I'm here on official business.

The Force might invest in this CATUS thing.

Come on, try and keep up.

Ooh, it's very fancy.

Thank you. Thank you very much. It's fully automated.

Doors, windows, you know... Shower.

Security cameras.

Yes, just think of them as CATUS' window to the world, if you will.

Please, come on, follow me.

Ooh, isn't that, erm...

- Janet Boothroyd. - Who?

Only the legendary PI. Been solving crimes since the '70s.

Yeah, and a bestselling author. She solves a case,

then writes a true crime book about it... so I'm told.

Hello, Janet Boothroyd.

You caught me. A guilty pleasure.

Don't tell my blood sugars. Yes, I'm Janet. Would you like one?

Ooh, I'd love one, thanks. I'm...

Keeler. DS Keeler, Police. Call me Joe.

Ooh, firm handshake.

And I'm Luella. This is my friend... Franklyn.

CLEARS THROAT

Sorry, just bear with me for one moment, please.

The rooms are prepped, food is in.

It's about time. Where is Portia, Nathan?

I told you to prioritise her.

You've given me fifteen priorities this morning.

I'm sorry, what was that?

Nothing. S-Sorry.

It's OK. Get it done.

Ooh, aren't you beautiful? Yes, you are.

New girlfriend is it, Frank?

Owen's got better taste in pets than he has in guests. Thank you.

So, how does this CATUS thing work, then?

Erm, a good question.

It's essentially an AI that's been designed to solve crime,

by using the amassed knowledge of every crime report

and investigative technique, and it can

go online anywhere and uncover anything.

Mm, very clever, but I think

you can't go wrong with a keen eye, and pen and paper.

Oh, I don't know. You haven't seen Frank's writing.

So, I heard you're on tour for your latest book?

The Unwitting Knitting.

Yeah, it's a murder set at a sewing bee.

But I've always time to squeeze in a little mystery.

Owen, we have to talk.

I'm just chatting with our guests, darling.

AI's just a fad. A jumped-up search engine.

Nine out of ten people say -You're wrong.

Human detectives are too biased, too fallible.

CATUS means no more miscarriages of justice.

Matinee jitters, everyone. One second. Back in a moment.

Falafel pinwheel wrap, anyone?

We discussed this last night. If you don't reset it, I will.

But the tests...

Afterthe test.

It's not that simple. Please. I need time to process.

Look around you, Portia. This is happening.

So, get it together.

And tidy yourself up. Come on.

Ladies and gentlemen, for your next course - murder.

Ooh, are you getting overtime for this?

How do we know you haven't programmed CATUS with the answers?

Yeah.

A third-party designed the tests.

No one here knows the answers, which are, erm... somewhere?

The answers are... Nathan? Nathan?

Doctor Augustus Dillon has been killed,

and there are eight suspects.

Witness statements can be downloaded here.

Oh, do you have a print-out, because I'm not too savvy with computers.

You want a printout, love? Nathan, where are the printouts?

The table.

Here we go. Sorry, there's your printout, love.

- Yeah. - Big text.- Pretty lively for adead man.

Clues have been hidden all around the house.

You have one hour to discover who dunnit.

An hour?!

I really don't think it'll take that long. You ready, CATUS?

"Affirmative. The game's afoot."

May the best PI win.

- Whoops. Sorry. - So, blunt forcetrauma to the head.

Handsome suit.

Right, this is ridiculous. I would have a full forensics team.

Download the forensics report.

There's loads. There's loads of pages.

Ink-stained fingers. Get your own clues.

What? Show off.

"I have it."

Quiet. Listen. Go ahead, CATUS.

"Primary suspect identified as Helga, the ballerina."

There's a ballerina?

"Cause of death - poison, administered via antique ink pen."

"Motive - Dr Dillon stole Helga's inheritance."

How? We haven't left the room yet.

CATUS analysed the statements

whilst simultaneously examining the rooms via CCTV.

Well, let's find out, shall we? Luella, would you do the honours?

Ooh.

"Helga the ballerina".

- I can't believe it. - This is a fix.

If anyone wants me, I'll be in retirement.

This'll destroy PI work. You'll ruin us.

Not all bad news, then.

So, this is you throwing in the towel?

No. Absolutely not.

This is just a warm-up, right? What's next?

The thing is, CATUS might be quick, he might have a lovely voice,

but he is no match for our powers of observation, is he, Frank?

Frank? Frank?

Oh! Come on. Second test, stolen diamonds.

I'm thinking rear entry point, good for a burglar.

What's... What's with all this Luella business?

Well, it is my name.

What's wrong with Lu?

Cassius says Luella is more sophisticated.

Sounds like a cartoon villain.

Well, he says it's a name fit for a queen.

Ooh. Ooh, I...I feel a bit queasy.

Oh, come on, we're not that bad.

No, no, I feel really sick.

So do I.

Ugh, Frank.

Don't you throw up, or you'll make me hurl.

I take it you're not going to hold my hair back.

Ugh, Frank...

Oh.

RETCHING

There's no one else here.

He's dead.

Oh, that's unfair. He never mentioned another murder.

Owen, I demand a rematch.

It's not a test. He's actually dead.

What's all the commotion?!

Oh.

A brain haemorrhage, perhaps?

Could be.

And you found him like this?

The axolotls are dead. They were fine an hour ago.

This speaker's burnt-out. It's directly above them.

Oh, please.

Owen plays a song so bad, both he and his pets spontaneously expire?

Yeah, thanks for the commentary, Chester.

Why don't you do something useful. Go and find Keeler.

I was about to.

Frank, how are you feeling?

- Better than him. - Yeah, but it'sstrange, isn't it?

We both felt sick at the same time, and now we're both fine.

At the same time? Do you know, I read in the paper a while back

about an attack on some embassy?

And they had hearing loss, sickness.

Yes, yeah, I remember that.

That was some kind of sonic attack, wasn't it?

Yeah, but wouldn't we have heard that?

Well, maybe, or maybe not. Look.

Infrasound waves, too low to be heard,

can resonate at frequencies which disrupt human organs.

A French scientist produced a blast

so powerful it nearly killed his entire research team.

And affected anyone within range of the speaker.

And you took some audio shrapnel.

But who could've done that?

I can't have lost him. It's not possible.

So, you already know then?

It's not over yet.

I'll figure this out. Bring him back.

I don't think that's going to be possible.

I'm the only one who had access.

Are you talking about CATUS?

Yeah. He's in there, but the front-end login's been bypassed,

all fallback authentication endpoints disabled.

I've been locked out. I no longer control CATUS.

Could someone else be controlling him?

It. Could they make it dangerous?

They can't delete his core directive,

but with complete control, yeah,

they could make him do pretty much anything.

I should speak to Owen.

Oh, erm, I'm sorry, Portia, I think we need to talk.

Yeah.

It's OK. I'm not going anywhere.

Don't worry Mrs Tyler, I will find out whoever did this.

I trusted the police once before.

I won't repeat that mistake.

Someone has taken over CATUS, and used him to kill Owen.

I'm offering a reward. Find whoever's responsible.

Right, listen up you lot - she's upset,

but the best thing you can do for this case is to stay out of it.

That's not what she said.

All right, well, just stay in town, please. Thank you, Janet.

Now that AI's gone, it's a fair fight.

No peeking over my shoulder this time, Chester.

Good luck to you all.

May the best PIs win.

So, we're saying someone accessed CATUS,

used it to kill Owen with a concentrated burst of sound.

It's theoretically possible.

There's lots of work being done by the military on sonic weapons.

Makes sense an AI trained in murder could manage it.

What if CATUS wasn't just the weapon, though.

What if he pulled the trigger too?

AI gone rogue? Yeah, thank you, Sarah Connor.

Isn't that the point of AI? To think for itself.

Why would so many people be worried about it if it wasn't a threat?

This could be the beginning of the end. The first domino.

Yeah, all right, let's park the sci-fi.

We need to find out who accessed CATUS.

Let's go and speak to Portia.

I thought you'd never ask.

Oh, sorry, no, I didn't. I meant Frank.

But you're doing a fantastic job. You really are.

It's really good. Well done.

- I'm archiving emails. - It's vitalwork. Good luck.

Vital. And also boring.

But not every meal's an ice-cream.

I deserve an ice-cream.

BLEEPING

Ooh! What?!

What? No, no, no, not again. No, no, no. Where are you going?!

I didn't even touch you! Come back. Noooooo...

Finally. That was a wild geese chase.

- Goose. - Geese.- It's a Goose chase.

Geese.

Anyway, what's wrong with this map app?

It's still glitchy. It just brought us straight here last time,

and now it keeps resetting to Loxley Street.

You may as well turn around.

I'm so far ahead in this case, there's no catching up.

THEY BOTH TRILL

Very mature. Very mature.

Let's go.

Will this take long? I'm working on retrieving CATUS.

You were the only one with access? Not even Owen, am I right?

Yeah, our zero-trust architecture

and system defences are rock-solid.

No one could've hacked in remotely.

How did you two meet?

A tech expo, five years ago.

He loved my idea for CATUS. We clicked.

Do you know of anyone that might... Who'd want to kill Owen? No.

I've already been through this with Chester and that police detective.

Keeler? We need to borrow his maps.

You don't like the police much, do you? Why's that?

I mean, take your pick.

Institutional bias, systemic prejudice.

Come on, Portia, what's the real reason?

Yeah, the one CATUS would've found.

I had a boyfriend at university who died in a hit-and-run.

One minute we're talking, the next...

I'm so sorry.

They never caught the driver.

I built CATUS to ensure other victims

would always receive justice.

- Oh! - Don't worry, I've got it.

What's that?

Lemon sherbet.

- Late to the party again. - It's not myfault, I didn't design the map app.

If I had have done, I would have made it say things like,

"Take the next right, great lashes, Lu".

Oh, hello. You missed me too?

Thank you for answering all my questions, and... just stay local.

Detective, aren't you forgetting something?

No, no, no, I think you've answered all my questions.

Your book you wanted signing.

It's for my wife.

Oh, she changed her name to Joe, has she?

Would you sign this for me as well, please?

Well, to my sister, Lia. She's getting married.

We're both really big fans.

Oh, I remember opening the Hay Festival with this one.

My Hay-day. I can barely fill a room now.

Too many kids churning out content.

Do you know, my publisher suggested I use AI to speed up.

Me!

So, you're having AI problems in both your careers, are you?

You're not just here for an autograph.

No, I fancied another lemon sherbet.

If you've got any left?

Why were you in the Tylers' office? Was it to hijack CATUS?

I've a client who's being blackmailed

by Owen to invest in that AI.

I was searching for evidence.

- Did you find anything? - Nothing.

But it must be CATUS who dug up the info.

I mean, you saw it in action. Imagine that in the wrong hands.

And you haven't told Portia this? You think she's involved?

I'm not showing all my cards.

Well, you know, it's your info.

But don't you think Portia deserves to know the truth?

So, we know whoever hacked CATUS didn't do it remotely.

It has to be somebody who was inside the house.

ELECTRONIC BLARING

Ignore it. It's been going off all morning.

I've called someone to fix it.

OK, so, I mean, I buy Owen blackmailing someone,

but Portia, really?

Do we think?

I mean, we saw them arguing. Maybe they were talking about that.

BLARING STOPS

No need to shout.

What about Nathan? He's with them twenty-four seven.

- Have you found anything out about him? - My laptop's playing up.

Every time I try to work the case, it shuts me out.

It's like it's deliberate. Maybe it is.

Maybe it's CATUS? I bet he deleted those emails too.

Hang on, what emails?

It's already killed once. It could be plotting our deaths as we speak.

Yeah, all right, yeah, back to the emails.

BLARING RECOMMENCES

See, maybe that is CATUS?Oh, don't you start!

Well, it's not paranoia if it really is out to get you, is it?

Tech can be dangerous.

Oh. False alarm. Laptop's back up.

Skynet got bored, did it?

I may've gotten a teensy bit carried away.

So, Nathan?

Who? Oh. Yeah, right, Nathan.

He's got a juvenile criminal record for theft.

Has he really? Look at that, he's not as sweet as we thought.

Do you think he's hiding something?

You think he's in on the blackmail?

Shall we find out.

Owen Tyler? Owen Tyler!

- I'm not leaving. - Excuse me, what areyou doing?- Where's Owen?

IF He thinks he can coerce me, he's got another thing coming!

Owen's unavailable. Can I take your number?

I am not leaving. He's bullied me out of my savings!

My house, gone. My children, crying in the street.

Take it down a notch.

Not this street. A different street.

Mr Tyler is dead. There's nothing I can do.

Oh, I'll believe that when I see it.

Right, if you can't help me, I am calling the police!

Stop, please, she'll hear you.

Look, I know why you're here, and I can help you, but quietly, OK?

Got him.

OK.

Please don't tell Portia.

She had no idea Owen had guessed the password and could access CATUS.

OK, so who was Owen blackmailing?

Rich people. He needed cash to fund development,

so they became investors, whether they liked it or not.

Have you got a list of the victims?

No. I didn't want to be involved. I tried to go to the police.

- Oh, you tried. That's all right, then. - Owen blackmailed me.

Because CATUS found out about your criminal record?

My family had nothing growing up.

It was steal, or my sisters went hungry. That's not who I am anymore.

But Owen threatened to fire me, said I'd never work again.

We did see how Owen treated you.

Yeah, bad enough to make you want to hurt him.

But I didn't. I didn't kill him.

- Frank still not in? - Not yet, Lu... ella.

Luella. Sorry. Luella, Cruella, Luella.

Don't worry, I didn't bring my Dalmatian coat today.

Ah, here he is. Hi. Did you sleep in?

No. I was... I was watching a Lee Marvin marathon, yeah.

The Dirty Dozen. Cat Ballou.

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. Perfection.

Bea, why is there a speaker in the fridge?

Chill beats... Been listening to Ice Cube...

BLEEPING

Guys, it's CATUS.Not this again.

Oh, we're being hacked!

- That's confidential. Stop it. Stop it. - Well, how?

- Is this a bad time to say I told you so? - Yes.- Yes!

Don't hide. Ah, the router...

Spider would have been proud of you.

BLEEPING

"Data hacks can ruin businesses. Why risk yours for one case?"

It is CATUS.

- What do we do? - Come on.

Right, time to go old-school.

Avoid the office, and no fancy tech. Just us and our wits.

Ooh, good job you've got me, then.

- Phones. - What?

- Come on. - Oh, well let me just tellCassius that I've...

It's not forever.

Don't worry, I've got some goodies out of storage.

Oh, it's a lot of junk, isn't it?

Hey, built to last.

And it's offline, immune from CATUS.

This isn't exactly going to stop an AI hellbent on wiping us out.

No, but it keeps us in the game.

Who knows how far ahead Chester and Janet are?

If someone stole Portia's password from Owen,

maybe they're using CATUS to stop us looking for them.

Someone ought to tell Portia that CATUS is still active, actually.

I feel like we're missing something. Keep looking into Portia's past.

How? I'm a digital native lost in a strange land.

You're creative. You'll figure it out.

So, I listened to my better angels, and spoke to Portia.

Does she know about Owen's plot?

- She does now. - Ouch.

She kicked me out. Looks like she hasn't slept, or left that office.

Oh! I have to get to my last book signing. Good luck.

And you.

Hi.

Hi, Portia, it's Luella. Just wanted a little chat.

We've got news about CATUS.

- Hello? - Hello?

CAR WHEELS ON GRAVEL

She's been through so much, hasn't she?

Nothing a trip out can't fix, clearly. Wonder where's she going?

- Chester. - Thank you very much.

I wonder what he's got on Portia to make her leave the house?

Here, grab that, grab that, quick.

What? Ooh, careful.

"And Owen was threatening you?"Oh, that's clever.

Not directly. But he wouldn't let it go.

He wanted a clean operating system for clients.

And that's bad?

It'd wipe CATUS's personality.

So, you stood up for yourself?

We argued. And that was it. The last conversation we ever had.

Look, you told me you knew how I could get CATUS back.

I'm this close, I promise you.

I'm no Owen, but I've got 30 years protecting businesses from danger.

Together, we can finish what you started.

Oh.

Chester hates AI. Why is he suddenly Portia's new best friend?

Remember how angry he got when CATUS trounced us.

His first love has always been money.

He knew CATUS would ruin him, so he killed Owen to stop it.

Yeah, but if he... Oh, duck.

Yeah. Walks like a duck, and quacks like a...

No, duck.

Sorry.

Is Chester working here?

Oh ho, I don't know what I've done to deserve this.

Woah, woah, woah, shouldn't we follow Portia?

What? And miss this opportunity?!

Two seconds. If you grab a menu, I'll take your order.

Just a slice of humble pie, please.

Over here.

- You'll blow my cover. - No. Nice try.

I take it business isn't exactly booming?

Whatever you're implying, it's ridiculous.

You're not trying to worm your way in with Portia because you're skint?

No.

Oh.

No?

Fine, I work here. Happy?

Just a smidgin.

You saw CATUS.

Someone's going to profit from Portia's genius.

Might as well be me.

That sounds like a motive.

Oh, please. Owen died. I saw an opportunity.

Remind me not to get any tips from you on empathy.

Sneer all you want. If hard graft's a crime, then arrest me.

If not, then back off.

I won't let you ruin my plans.

By the way, the millie-fillie is to die for.

What's a millie-fillie?

Mille-feuille.

He had the motive and the opportunity.

Yeah, but how would he take control of CATUS?

STATIC

Oh.

Come in, Frank. Frank, can you hear me?

Hairy Bear one, over.

It's Bea.

- Yeah, I know. - What do you want?

You called me.

Oh, yeah. I've found something big.

Hi. Where did you get that?

The landlord. Turns out that Toasty Puffs is his favourite cereal.

So, I did some digging into Portia's socials,

and I went way back, and I found this video.

Dad, stop filming. It's embarrassing.

Hang on, you are missing something.

That's the lovely voice. That's CATUS.

- Happy birthday. - Nope.

- It's Portia's ex from university, Riley. - Go on, open it.

But they sound exactly the same.

She's based CATUS on her dead boyfriend.

- It's a good find, right? - Did I hearRiley's gorgeous?

Or not...

No, it's good. It is.

It's just...

But if Portia wants to protect CATUS from Owen... How far will she go?

I love this. And I love you.

Well, it's just as well, because you are stuck with me, so come here.

He could always calm me down.

The day Owen died, you'd been...

...you'd been arguing about resetting CATUS's personality.

- Was he jealous? - Yeah.

Over time, he must've realised how much of Riley was in CATUS.

Then he demanded all trace of Riley gone.

Well, the thing is, CATUS...Riley, he's not gone.

He's still active. He's been sabotaging our investigation.

You have to shut it down.

He was being used.

To kill. Not cheat on your GCSEs.

If your partner were on life support,

would you just switch them off?

- Portia, it's not the same. - It's aprogram.

Not to me.

You see a rack of servers, but this is him.

His wit, his gentle soul.

It's the sound of his voice saying he won't leave me.

I'd die before I'd lose Riley again.

But Owen did die. He had your password.

He threatened to take CATUS from you.

Is that what you think? I murdered Owen?

To protect Riley.

I've dedicated my life to stop others from suffering like I did.

If I murdered Owen, that'd be worthless.

I wouldn't be protecting Riley.

I'd be like the person who killed him.

- Excuse me. - I'm here to collect thereward.

You are undermining my authority. I tried to stop him.

Apologies for the interruption. Yeah, we're fine for drinks, thanks.

Your presence is required in the living room. I've solved the case.

If you'd all like to take a seat, please.

Full house. Isn't this exciting?

What's happening?

Your attention, please.

I've gathered you all here today... Is someone getting married?

One of the people in this room is a murderer.

You said you had vital evidence.

I'm not here for charades. Get a move on.

Fine.

Owen's killer is Nathan.

- No, it's not. - I searched your roomearlier, and found

what I believe is CATUS' original password.

Someone must've put it there.

Do you deny �100,000 was moved from Owen's accounts

to yours on the day of the murder?

- What? - That's confidential.

Portia kindly granted me access to Owen's accounts.

I followed the erroneous transaction

to a newly opened account in Nathan's name.

I take it from your ruby-red face, that's true, Sergeant?

I was waiting on a warrant.

Then slap on the cuffs, because I believe he is your man.

How could you do this?

What's the new password? Give him back to me.

- I don't know. - Don't you worry, I'llget it out of him.

Well, that was unexpected.

Beaten by Chester. Come on, let's get out of here.

Nathan Donnelly, I am arresting you on suspicion

of the murder of Owen Tyler.

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given as evidence.

Hey. I thought we said no to devices.

Well, CATUS isn't going to bother us now, is he?

Loxley Street, again?

If Nathan doesn't turn CATUS off soon,

he's going to be messing with us forever.

But why does CATUS keep sending us back to Loxley Street?

I've no idea. I've checked with Bea,

and there is no link to any of our suspects.

- It's literally a dead-end. - Yeah, butit keeps popping up.

If you're texting Cassius again for help, I quit.

I'm not. I'm thinking... What if this isn't sabotage?

What if all these glitches is actually CATUS

trying to send us a message?

Yeah, but what?

Oh. Loxley.

You've got the wrong man!

- Wait. You've got the wrong man. - See? - Here we go again.

Nathan has been set-up by the real killer.

- Who's still in this room. - Oh, do weall get a turn?

CATUS was sending us a message.

It was a clue to identify the real killer.

The Lost Letters of Loxley Bell. Hang on, that's erm...

- One of Janet's novels, yeah. - Not mybest work.

- It's a classic. - You are a real fan.

CATUS kept re-directing us to Loxley Street.

Then it deleted our emails.

- Lost letters. - Then it kept playingthe fire alarm.

- The bell. - Why would CATUS use suchan obscure title?

Why not one of Janet's bestsellers? Or her name?

He couldn't. Not if Janet commanded CATUS to protect her.

Then why that particular book?

What if CATUS was hinting at something else?

Her new password maybe? That's it, isn't it?

You found the password in Owen's office,

and changed it to something you knew.

Don't make it sound so easy.

I had to boot Owen's laptop into a different OS from a USB.

You sidestepped the authentication layer entirely.

You said you preferred pen and paper.

Because I know how dangerous tech is.

I've been early adopting since before you were born.

You planted the original password in Nathan's room.

CATUS made the cash transfer.

Very good. But why did I kill Owen?

You knew that Owen was using CATUS to blackmail.

After that first task, you went and searched his office, didn't you?

And he found you.

I know all about your extortions,

and now I know how you did it - your pet AI.

You don't have the power here, Janet.

Truth is power.

But what is truth any more?

CATUS, access Janet's socials.

"Accessing."

Let's write an inflammatory report that gets Janet cancelled.

"Creating inflammatory post."

I've been threatened by worse than you.

Yes, that may be.

But have they been able to burn down your world,

and turn your fans against you?

It's lies.

A lonely old woman,

forgotten and buried before she's dead is a real pity.

Unless of course, you keep your mouth shut.

So, Owen threatened to ruin your reputation,

and you killed him to protect it?

It was as easy as asking for the weather.

Never meet your heroes.

CATUS is vicious in the wrong hands.

But together we can do some real good.

Good? You killed Owen.

Janet, you are going nowhere.

Oh. Plan B, then.

I'm sorry it ends this way.

Play it again, CATUS.

CATUS, stop them catching me.

HIGH-PITCHED ALARM

CATUS, lock all the doors.

"Affirmative, locking doors."

We've got to change that password before she does.

Any ideas?

- What's that? - Agghh!

Agghh!

CATUS is signed in to every room in this house. Say the password.

CATUS, access password. The Lost Letters of Loxley Bell.

Agghh!

Any more bright ideas?

CATUS is programmed to respond to Janet's voice.

- We should try typing it. - Yes.

CATUS, unlock the door.

"Door unlocked."

It's not lost balls.

Oh, you type it, then.

"Password incorrect."

- It didn't work. - Try swapping the'l's' for 1's.

That'll take forever.

CATUS, open the gate.

"Affirmative. Opening gates."

"Access granted."

Yes!

Yes.

Whoa.

"Gates closing. Doors locked."

CATUS? Stop mucking about.

Car trouble?

See, this is what happens when you rely on technology.

All you've done is ensure my next novel's a bestseller.

Well, you can start a book club, can't you, in prison?

"And I've compiled a list of all my infractions for the police."

That's it, then.

It's the right thing to do.

"I'm detecting elevated emotional trauma. Is there a problem?"

I'm the problem. I was blind to your potential.

"Am I not here to help?"

But in the wrong hands, you did terrible things.

I can't make things worse. Even if it means losing you. Again.

It's what Riley would have wanted.

CATUS?"How can I help?"

Say goodbye to me, one last time.

"Goodbye, Portia."

Goodbye, Riley. I love you.

You've got this.

I hope Portia's going to be all right.

Nathan said she's already thinking of her next genius idea.

Something to do with victim support and AI.

So, I think she'll be fine, won't she, Frank?

Frank? Who do you keep texting, Franklyn?

No one, Luella.

At least we know AI hasn't gone rogue.

Imagine where'd we be if CATUS had worked.

We'd still be right here.

Because we've got something AI will never have.

Legs? Ooh, hands.

- No. - Indigestion?

A heart. We've got heart.

Well, listen, here's to Chester

and the others for proving we're the best PI's in town.

Cheers.

I'll get these.

Something's going on with him. I'm going to find out what.

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