There. Finished in record time.
But, Grandma, that's cheating. It was your puzzle.
No wonder it was so easy!
The real puzzle... how do I make these biscuits so tasty?
*CREDITS*
Danny, have you been speaking to Anton Grant again?
- Well, Sir, he just... He came... - Well, don't.
This is a murder investigation. It's serious.
Sorry, Sir.
- What did you find, Sir? - Nothing to identify her.
She was fully clothed except her socks and shoes, which were missing.
Hopefully, the autopsy will give us something useful.
In the meantime, Sam, can you find us a sketch artist, please?
We need to get a public appeal out as soon as possible.
We found this in her pocket, and I have no idea what it means.
- "4D - line five." - Computer passcode, maybe?
Looks like a... like a crossword puzzle clue.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah, yeah. D for down.
- Five-letter word for line. - You think?
I've got absolutely no idea about crosswords.
You should ask the Puzzle Lady, Sir.
- She just moved to Bakerbury. - Ask who?
- You don't know the Puzzle Lady? - No, I don't.
Well...
..here.
Yeah, well, I'm sure she's a delight, Daniel,
but I don't think we need an expert for this.
I mean, how hard can it be to solve? Come on.
- Line, five letters. - Right.
- Verse. - Verse?
- Like a line of poetry. - Right, er...
A ruler. You rule a line, yeah?
- Queue, you stand in a line. - Right...
A line... Like a string line. It's too long. Six letters.
Cable, like a cable line...
Word games at a time like this?!
Not as if an innocent girl has just been found murdered or anything.
We're aware of that, Mayor.
If you must know, a puzzle clue was found on the girl's body.
Left on the body?
My God, this is worse than I thought.
You do realise the only people who leave notes on corpses
are serial killers?
Well, I don't think it's necessarily...
Haven't you watched CSI, for Christ's sake?
This is terrible. A serial killer in my town!
And who do we have to deal with it?
You.
Have you ever run a murder case before?
- Not on my own, no. - No. I knew it!
Do you have any idea how bad this'll be for business?
For tourism? It's not just lives at stake here.
- It's livelihoods! - I know.
So what are you gonna do about it, Hooper, eh? Eh?
Perhaps I'll give the Chief Constable a call.
Let him know your department's not up to the task.
Oh, no, wait a minute, Mayor, wait a minute, please.
Now, we're more than up to the task, eh?
And I'll tell you what else - we've actually consulted
one of the world's leading experts on crossword puzzles.
Show him. Yeah.
She's got a brain like a Rubik's cube.
And if anyone can unpick the mind of a serial killer, it's, erm...
Cora "Fel-ton".
Cora Felton.
Now, if you'll excuse me, we all have work to do.
Hello?
Dennis?
'You've reached the residence of the Puzzle Lady.
'If you're looking for crossword answers, think again.'
'Hello, er, this is DCI Hooper, Bakerbury Police.
'I'm trying to get hold...'
Hello? Hi. Did you say the police?
- 'Yes. Hello. Is it Cora Felton?' - No.
This is her niece, Sherry Carter. Erm, what's this about, please?
'I'd rather speak to Miss Felton. Is she there?'
Oh, she's still, erm... Er... Well, she's not up yet.
'Right. Well, I think it's best if I come over, actually.
- 'Yeah, I'll be there shortly. Thank you. - No, just wait...
Aunt Cora!
- Oh, not very nice! - Are you OK?
- Are you hurt? - I'm fine!
Oh, always fussing! Oh...
You drove home drunk. You could've killed yourself.
- You could've killed someone else. - No, no.
Because I pulled over to sleep it off. See?
- What happened there? - Get inside now.
Mind the bauble. OK.
What the hell did you do? The police are on their way.
- Really? - Yes, really.
There, that's much better.
OK, you let me do the talking, OK?
Hello?
Miss Felton?
You just sit there.
Who drives that?
Put this in the mouth so you can't smell the alcohol.
Don't mean to worry you. It's the police.
OK.
Hi, erm... Inspector. Sorry to keep you waiting.
- Do come in. - Thank you.
Excuse the chaos. We've just moved here from London.
My aunt has a bit of a cold.
Then I'm sorry for the intrusion, Miss Felton.
I'm told that you're an expert in solving crossword puzzles,
and I am currently investigating a murder.
- A murder? - We think so, yes.
We found a teenage girl at the cemetery this morning,
and her body was on one of the graves.
- Oh, poor thing! - Quite.
We found this in her pocket.
It certainly looks like a crossword puzzle clue.
- Wouldn't you say so, Sherry? - Yes. Er, could be.
- Four down. - Good.
So... sort of need the answer.
Oh, right. Well, there could be multiple answers.
If you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer to hear from Miss Felton, please.
It's... hard to say if it even is a clue.
D, it could be D for "down" or D for "dead".
Why don't you leave this with my aunt, Inspector Hooper?
If anyone can figure it out, she can.
Yes, I'm sure you're right. Well, here's my card.
And if you think of anything, just, er... give me a call.
I'll see myself out.
Give me that. And that.
Hello. What's up, love?
'You're eating a muffin, aren't you?'
No, darling, an apple, I'm eating an apple.
'You need to talk to your daughter.'
- Why, what's she done now? - 'It's just... It's the attitude.'
Look, she'll grow up, love, you know?
'Are you all right?'
- Hooper! - 'Derek?'
Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I'll speak to you later on, love.
I've gotta go. All right, bye-bye.
So, I hear they found a girl in the graveyard.
Who's told you that, Anton?
You know I can't reveal my sources. You got an ID yet?
Cause of death?
Oh, come on, Hooper, give me something.
Why don't you ask your bloody source, mate?
Aunt Cora!
Oh, be quiet. Hair of the dog.
Besides, I need a boost if I'm going to solve this murder.
I'm pretty sure that's not what he asked.
Then why bring the clue to me?
Because he's clutching at straws.
D for "dead"? D for "disgrace" more like.
'DCI Hooper, what can you tell us so far?'
Oh! 'Well, we haven't been able to identify the victim yet.'
'OK. Can you at least confirm the cause of death?'
'Not at this time, no.'
'Any suspects so far?' 'Not at this time.'
'Well, let's hope the police find some answers soon.
'Mayor Firth, you're holding a town meeting,
'I believe, in one of your famously luxurious spa hotels.'
'That's right, Rod.
'The Duke Vincent Hotel at 5pm, with complimentary drinks.
'Just a small gesture, you know,
'to help our community pull together.
'And a reminder that...'
- You should go to that meeting. - What for?
To find out what's going on! And you heard that awful mayor.
- There's a free bar. - That is the last thing you need.
Anyway, there could be press there.
If Dennis knew you were involved in this,
he would know where to find us.
Oh, I'll keep a low profile.
What? I can do that.
£13.50?!
I hope it's a double! Keep the change.
I hope you don't mind - I had to say hello.
I do your column every morning, Brilliant Brainteasers.
And guess what I eat when I'm doing them.
Your biscuits.
You're too kind! I'm glad you enjoy them.
The puzzles, I mean. I don't really make the biscuits.
- Hey, Danny. - Hey, Katy.
Oh, Cora!
Oh, Vicki and I were just saying what fun it was last night.
A bit too much fun. I had to get a taxi home.
Oh, yeah. Me too. Dearie me. I'm on the mineral water today.
Oh, dear. Oh. Excuse me.
Good afternoon, everyone.
Introductions are probably unnecessary,
but I'm Councillor Farrow, this is Mayor Firth,
and that is DCI Hooper.
Now, we know you are all concerned about the murder
of this young girl in our town.
DCI Hooper, can you give us an update?
- So, so far... - Into the mic.
Sorry? Speak into the mic.
Sorry. Right, erm...
So far, nobody has come forward to identify the victim,
although I have seen the pathologist report,
so we know that she was killed last night at about 10pm.
So if anybody saw anything last night, erm...
Yes, Jimmi?
Yeah, erm, but... how did she die?
Well, she received a blow to the back of the head,
and we think that was from a claw hammer, perhaps.
A hammer attack in the graveyard?
Well, there's no evidence of blood spatter in the graveyard itself,
so it could be that she was killed elsewhere and then brought...
Had she been interfered with?
No, there's no evidence whatsoever of any... any sexual assault.
But she had her socks and shoes removed,
which could be evidence of some kind of...
Are our girls safe?
Oh, yes.
As you know, I have a daughter myself,
and we'll be working as hard as we can to get to the bottom of this.
Can the police cope with this?
Well, we have limited resources here in Bakerbury, as you know,
but we do think we'll be able to get on top of this quite quickly.
- Is this gonna happen again? - I really hope not.
Any other questions?
If anybody does have any information that would be useful to us,
then, really...
This is a waste of bloody time.
Well, now, that was short and not so sweet, eh?
But never mind, you're all here now. No need to rush off.
Why not grab a drink at the bar, eh?
Baz, bit of music, eh?
- Did you figure out the puzzle? - It's a clue, not a puzzle.
Oh, whatever. Can you help me, Miss Felton?
Well, the answer is dependent on where it fits in in the grid.
Erm, you know, the little black-and-white squares.
Right.
But if the rest of them are blank, which they are,
then it becomes a bit of a guessing game, so...
But I would say that a five-letter word for line
is most likely "queue".
"Queue".
That's what you've got, is it, "queue"?
Right. Because even Danny came up with "queue", and he's...
Thank you very much indeed for your time, Miss Felton,
but I think we'll take it from here.
What's that all about?
Why is Hooper talking to the Puzzle Lady?
I'm not supposed to tell you stuff any more.
Tell me what?
_
Did you talk to some journalist? This Anton something? What if Dennis sees it?
It's not that bad.
It's just a local rag, Sherry. It's... It's nothing!
Are you going somewhere?
Damn right I am. Where does Hooper get off?
"We'll take it from here."
- Take this from here! - OK, what are you talking about?
- I'm going to look for clues. - No, no, no, you are not.
Yes, I am. And you're coming with me.
- No. No, I'm not. Oh, Cora... - Come along.
Ah! The one time I get up early.
Oh, it's low enough. Give us a leg up.
No, no, we'll get into trouble.
Oi! What do you think you're doing?
Conducting an experiment.
It seems this gate is low enough for anyone to breach.
Are you the Puzzle Lady?
I'm advising the police, and I'll ask the questions, thank you.
Cigarette?
Can I assume you found the body?
Yes, I thought so.
We'll need every detail. But first, we need to see the grave.
You two better have a bloody good reason
for disturbing my crime scene.
We both know you've examined every inch, Inspector.
Not that you've found much, I'm guessing,
after the rain yesterday morning.
Oh. Did you bring me up here to state the bloody obvious, did you?
- No. No, Aunt Cora has a theory. - Oh, does she?
- Indeed I do. - Lovely
What if "4D, line five" isn't a crossword clue at all?
Maybe the killer wants us to count four graves down
and five lines across.
Three, four...
five.
"To our loving daughter, Bonnie Burnside.
"1994 to 2015."
Hm, she died young, just like our Jane Doe.
- Yeah. - And only ten years ago.
Recent enough to be connected? No, it's not.
Because this was a car accident.
I remember it very well. This is a dead end.
Now, please, the pair of you,
stop wasting my time and stay out of this case.
Your services are no longer required.
And if you don't mind, I'd like you both to leave.
Yes, absolutely, Inspector. Consider us gone.
Come on, Aunt Cora. Sorry.
Oh, you take the car home. It's a nice day. I fancy a stroll.
"It's a nice day"?
What are you up to?
Huh. Good morning.
Oh! Miss Felton.
What brings you here? Research for a puzzle, perhaps?
A puzzle of sorts, definitely. And I may need some assistance.
Then my son Jimmi's just your man.
Oh. Thank you.
Jimmi...
I'm investigating a murder.
- I didn't kill anyone. - Good to know.
No, I'm after some newspaper articles.
Anything you can find
about the death of a young woman from Bakerbury - Bonnie Burnside.
And did she have a family? Just between us.
Er... Yeah. Yeah, I-I can do that.
Oh, excellent!
Oh. Hello there. I'm looking for Miss Felton.
Yeah, she's at the library.
Ah. I was hoping to interview her. It's a follow-up piece.
Sorry, my name's Anton Grant.
- The Bakerbury Gazette. - Yeah, I know.
You've got some balls showing up here, you really do.
With your big wanky headline about the Graveyard Killer
like it's a, what, a teen slasher movie?
Why don't you try growing up and attempting some proper journalism?
Feedback, I love it.
Good, because it was a complete non-story.
The bit about the Puzzle Lady trying to figure out the clue...
She doesn't even think it is one.
She thinks it's the number of graves down from the body.
- Really? Thanks for the tip-off. - No, it wasn't a tip-off.
- If you say so. - No, it wasn't a tip-off...
This is Bonnie with her boyfriend?
Yes, that's Casey.
Yeah, he's been like a son to us since, er...
Oh, how lovely.
Oh, if we'd known you were coming,
we would have bought in some of your biscuits.
Oh! I'm offered plenty of those, thank you.
These are far nicer. Thank you.
So, you're helping to solve this graveyard murder, is that right?
I'm certainly trying to. Hm!
So, why have you come to see us?
Well, I have reason to believe
that the location of your daughter's grave could be connected.
- To a murder? - Exactly.
You see, a young girl dumped in a graveyard,
barefoot, with a note on...
Well, it feels a little bit serial killer-ish to me.
So I was thinking, what if Bonnie was, in fact, the first victim?
- But Bonnie was in an accident. - Oh, yes, I-I know.
Then how the bloody hell could she have been serial killed?
No, I'm saying she may have been.
It's only a theory,
but I was hoping you'd be able to tell me if there was anything
about your daughter's death that struck you as odd.
"Odd"?
Our little girl is dead.
You come in here and say she's mixed up in some murder.
- How dare you?! - I'm so sorry.
Get out! Get out of our house!
Hey, Jimmi. I hear the Puzzle Lady was here.
Maybe. Who's asking?
I am. Hey, can you tell me what she wanted?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
She, er... She wanted to read some old articles.
Articles?
Which ones?
I'm not made of money, Jimmi.
I'm gonna kill that guy. Look at this.
"The Puzzle Lady thinks the graveyard murder
"may be connected to the death of Bonnie Burnside in 2015."
Look, I told you not to meddle, and so did Inspector Hooper.
This is bad, Aunt Cora, this is really bad.
You're right.
Sleuthing is a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.
I need to change tack.
Forget about the past. Focus on the present.
The latest victim. Find out all I can.
You're not thinking of carrying on with this?
I'm just getting started.
I've had the Burnsides up my arse all morning.
- And the Mayor. - Oh, take that up with the Gazette.
- They're the ones who went public. - I will, believe you me!
I'm sorry... what are you doing here?
How's the case progressing?
- Well, I can't discuss that with you. - Why not?
- I'm an expert cruciverbalist. - Huh!
The more I know about the crime,
the more I'll be able to make sense of the clue left on the body.
Well, I thought you said it wasn't a clue.
Oh, of course it's a clue!
Right, well... it's lucky for you I'm desperate,
cos the truth is, Miss Felton,
we have more questions than answers.
Right, this is our victim arriving into Bakerbury Station
on Wednesday night.
It looks like her phone's dead, because here,
she goes to make a call, but she can't.
Did you ever find the phone?
Nope.
Tommy.
Sir, this is Patricia Phelps and her daughter Chloe.
- They're from York. - My elder daughter, Donna...
she's been missing since Wednesday.
I'm so sorry about your big sister.
Didn't even know she'd run off.
Mum thought she was with Dad.
He thought she was with us.
They had just got divorced. And now Donna's...
I promise I will do everything I can
to help catch whoever did this to her.
Thank you.
Do you have any idea who she was visiting?
A boyfriend, maybe?
She didn't tell me anything,
but she was always messaging someone.
I think it might have been a boy...
cos, well...
she seemed in a good mood for once.
All right.
I'll give you my mobile number.
Call me anytime if you remember anything
or if you just want to talk to someone.
- How many times have I to tell you... - I'm so sorry.
you cannot print a story that is completely bloody unsubstantiated?
I know, you're right. I'm really, really sorry, Mr Trotter.
I am really, really sorry.
If the Burnsides sue us, you're paying!
- Hey, when did this come? - I don't know.
- You Anton Grant? - That's him.
I'm kidding. I'm Anton. Who are you?
I'm Casey Roth.
Yeah, that's right.
Bonnie Burnside was my girlfriend,
and I won't have you writing rubbish about her
or upsetting her mum and dad to sell papers. Got it?
- Yeah. I think you made your point. - Good.
Because if you so much as print her name again,
I will kick the living shit out of you.
All right.
Jesus.
_
- I'm looking for Cora Felton. - Yeah, she's not here.
Well, can you tell me where she is?
Can you tell me who you are?
Becky Baidwan, solicitor.
It's a legal matter which my client considers to be urgent.
So, either tell me where to find Miss Felton,
or I'll keep ringing your doorbell.
Hm...
Oh, well, Babs and I were friends with Vicki's mum, Sylvia.
- She passed away recently. - Ooh, I'm sorry.
I'm only in town to sell the house.
My husband and I live in London, so he comes up at weekends.
But it's all taking longer than we planned.
Sylvia was a hoarder.
She collected antiques.
A lot of cheap replicas, as it turns out.
Still trying to sell it all.
Cora, this is my husband, Stuart.
Enchante.
Nice to finally meet the famous Puzzle Lady.
Vicki never shuts up about you. Honey, I need the house keys.
- I left mine in the flat. - Oh! Why don't you join us?
I've been driving for four hours,
so it's a TV and a takeaway, I think.
Cora Felton? I'm Becky Baidwan of Baidwan Solicitors.
I'm representing the Burnsides.
They've asked me to give you this. It's a cease and desist letter.
If you go anywhere near the family
or anyone connected to their late daughter,
we'll see you in court.
Have a nice night.
Mr Tanner, didn't see you there.
- What are you...? - My wife's from here. You?
I have family here.
- Excuse me. - Huh!
She used to work in my London practice.
We had to fire her.
Anyway, you girls have fun.
Vic, don't stay too late. It's not safe.
Oh, well. Hey-ho.
Where was I?
Well, if it isn't Mr Tip-Off. Hope you're proud of yourself.
Your second article's even more spurious than the first.
I've been yelled at a lot today. A lot.
Can I just... come in... please?
Three no trumps made.
That's game and rubber.
Damn it! You always win.
Hubby checking up on you?
Ah... Yeah, I should go.
Thank you.
Is that your auntie's latest crossword?
Oh. Yeah.
I edit them for her, but she's the brains behind them.
She could probably create them without me.
Don't be ridiculous.
Sherry, who's this handsome chap?
This is Anton, the idiot who wrote the stories in the Gazette.
Yeah. So, what's the idiot doing here?
Yeah, that's a good question.
Well, someone left this on my desk today.
Oh, my God. Did you tell the police?
No, not yet, but I will.
But I just thought you... your aunt should know.
It was your hunch, after all. And there's more.
Bonnie's boyfriend, Casey Roth, showed up today.
- He wanted to rip my nuts off. - Interesting.
Because the Burnsides sent some
hotshot solicitor to warn me off.
Maybe there is really more to this story.
Oh. Excuse me.
Irene, hi.
No, not since she left with you.
Right, I'll let you know if I hear anything.
Vicki Tanner. She never made it home tonight.
Earlier in the bar, Vicki got a text.
It's why she left.
I could've sworn she blushed when she read it.
She said it was from her husband, but what if she was lying?
What if it was a lover?
She knows this town.
Maybe she rekindles an old flame
while she's here to sell her mother's house.
Yeah, she goes to meet him... but where?
Anton, I imagine you've parked up with a girl or two in your time.
- One or two. - There is a murderer on the loose.
I'll drive.
That's her car.
It's locked.
Vicki!
No, Aunt Cora, be careful, please. You could fall!
She might have slipped in the dark.
- Vicki! - What's that?
Vicki was wearing those.
Oh, God.
I think I know where she might be.
How did you know to come here?
He moved the first body to the graveyard,
and we found two pairs of shoes up at High Ridge.
There was blood up there, too. And a mobile phone.
We didn't touch anything.
All right, good. We'll send a forensic team up there.
Let's just hope that phone belongs to Donna Phelps.
This woman was bludgeoned, probably with a hammer.
Same as the first victim.
Right.
Can you make any sense of that?
You should probably have this, too.
It was left for me at the Gazette.
- Is she dead? Is she dead? - Oh, Danny!
Vicki!
- Let me see her, please! Vic! - Come with me.
- Vicki! - Come with me.
Let me see her, please! Vicki!
Another body. Another clue.
- Why? - I don't know.
But it's not much of a clue.
14 across, a three-letter word for sheep. It's "ewe".
- Me? - No, "ewe". E-W-E.
Why don't you pop it on the grid? Let's see how it fits.
How do you know where to put it?
I don't. This is still guesswork.
There's a common E, so I chose to intercept,
but it depends on the grid size.
I've chosen 11 by 11, but it could be 12 by 12, 16 by 16.
- Shouldn't you be doing this? - Oh, this is child's play.
The real puzzle is catching the killer.
Ahem! Oh...
Whoever it is, they are playing with us.
Take your Burnside warn-off note. It could be a double bluff.
The killer knew that we were looking into an old case
because Anton printed it, so they could be sending us
further down a blind alley as a diversion.
Or maybe the two cases really are connected.
Vicki's body was left on Bonnie's grave for a reason.
Oh, now's not the time to drop it as a lead.
Yes, it is. You could be sued.
Yes, I could, but that doesn't stop you looking into it.
No, I... I don't know the first thing about investigating.
Well, if you don't want to, I can always...
No, no, I didn't say that.
I'll do it.
Cora.
I told you this would happen, didn't I?
I told you it was a serial killer,
and now you have two dead women and zero suspects.
We are doing the best that we can, Mayor.
Well, your best needs to get a whole lot better,
or more women'll die!
What happened to your so-called expert, eh?
Your puzzle genius.
Actually, I'm getting closer by the minute...
closer to understanding the depraved mind
behind these macabre acts.
And thanks to Inspector Hooper and his excellent team,
the net's closing in.
So why don't you run along and leave us to it, hm?
Well, I'll...
As you were.
Please tell me you've got something, Miss Felton.
Not really. "Queue" and "ewe".
Damned if I can make any sense of it.
You know, I hate to agree with the Mayor,
but this may only make sense
if the killer leaves more puzzles on more corpses.
Although I doubt he'd be stupid enough to return to the graveyard.
Right.
Danny, I need you to gather printer samples
so we can check for potential matches with the new clue.
And that note to Anton as well, just anything typed, yeah?
Printer samples from who, Sir?
Anyone connected with the murders, Dan.
The Burnsides, plus any of the public access printers
in shops or the library.
- Use your head, please, Dan. - Sir. Sir?
- Yes. - I have something.
We managed to access Donna's phone.
So, she was coming here to meet someone.
- Right? - She messaged this Sean from the train,
asked him to meet her at Bakerbury Station.
He said he would, and her last message to
him was to say her battery was running low.
Can we locate Sean using this number?
- I'm working on it. - Right. Get on with it, please.
What about Vicki's phone?
Well, there's nothing untoward.
It was mostly messages about her late mother's house sale
and several missed calls from Stuart last night.
His voicemails got more and more desperate.
She got a text as she was leaving the bar at around ten o'clock.
She said it was from her husband. Can you check it?
Yeah, go on.
Yeah, it's from Stuart. It says, "Don't talk to strangers."
"Don't talk to strangers." That's odd.
Don't you think that's odd?
Just an insurance.
Oh, thanks. The kitchen's just round the corner.
- Thanks. - Bye.
Mr Tanner, I just wanted to offer my condolences.
I didn't know Vicki well, but she was just lovely.
Thank you. I hear you helped to find her.
Oh, some of us were trying.
I'm just sorry we couldn't find her alive.
I can see why it's taking so long
to find a home for all this stuff.
I should have it all thrown in a skip.
But Vicki would hate that.
My wife died for a house full of junk.
- Sorry. - It's OK.
- Don't embarrass me, OK? - I won't say a word, I promise.
Yeah, that's what I said.
I'll knock.
- I can't say anything? - That's the last thing...
Mr Hodges, you were the DI
who worked the Bonnie Burnside case in 2015, right?
Sorry, erm... I'm Sherry Carter, and this is Anton Grant.
I know who he is.
Printed that rubbish about Bonnie's death.
- Sir, it wasn't my intention... - Stop it!
Look, I was furious with him for printing that, too,
but we have good reason to be asking more about it now.
And why's that?
Because everyone's telling us not to.
It was Bonfire Night.
Bonnie had had an argument with her boyfriend, Casey Roth.
He said she got in her car and
drove off drunk before the fireworks.
He stayed to watch but got worried.
Borrowed his friend's car to go looking for her.
A few of them went with him.
They found Bonnie less than half a mile away, dead.
She'd hit a tree.
And there was nothing about it that seemed wrong?
Nothing at all?
Casey's friend, the one with the car.
Forget his name. His family moved away after that.
We questioned him that night. He was pretty shaken up,
but he said Casey borrowed the car before the fireworks.
- Before? - Then he said it was a mistake.
Said it was after.
They were all upset, they'd been drinking.
So I let it go.
Maybe I shouldn't have.
_
No.
OK, let's say they fought and Bonnie drove off before the fireworks.
What if Casey didn't wait to follow her?
You know, he's angry.
He takes his friend's car and he gives chase.
Drives her off the road?
Yeah, he sees the crash, so he panics.
He drives back to the party, joins the others,
makes a big show about being worried,
makes sure a few people come along with him
and they witness him finding the wreck.
- Pfft! - Yeah.
Yeah, but even if we're right about Casey,
we can't, like, prove that he killed Bonnie.
No, I know.
And we still wouldn't know if it was connected
- to the bodies in the graveyard. - No.
Hey, we, erm... we made a good team today.
Yeah.
Yeah, we did.
No, erm...
- Sorry. Good night, Anton. Sorry. - Good night.
- Have you got Sean's number? - Yeah.
- We were looking for Sean. - I never heard of him.
Sorry.
Your phone's ringing, mate.
You know, it's funny, Gary -
you don't look a thing like you do in the picture in Donna's phone.
So, I said I was younger. So what?
She was 16, bellend.
He can't talk to me like that! I didn't do anything.
I never even met her.
We just chatted online.
So, we know that Donna was coming to Bakerbury to see you.
You picked her up from the station.
You drove her to High Ridge, and then you killed her.
No.
- You did. - No!
When I got her message, I-I panicked.
She was already on her way, so I just... I never went.
What, you just never went?
I couldn't let her see me, could I?
And then when I saw her picture on the news,
I knew something bad had happened, but I couldn't report it.
Well, maybe you had a taste for it, Gary.
Maybe you lured Vicki Tanner back to that same spot,
and maybe you killed her, too.
Who is...? No! I don't know what you're talking about. I...
I never killed anyone.
I hear you arrested a suspect.
- Danny! - I'm sorry, Sir, but if it were me, I'd wanna know.
Well, yes, we have been questioning a Gary Gibson.
We've searched his house,
and we could find nothing to tie him to either murder.
- And plus, he has an alibi. - What alibi?
The lad's mother says that he was with her both nights.
- His mother?! - You're shitting me!
I know that it's frustrating, I understand, but as it stands,
we have nothing to charge him with, and so we have to release him.
I'm so sorry, but if I just could beg you for some patience,
we will be doing everything we can...
Oi, are you a killer nonce?
Yeah, keep walking, you wrong'un!
- Hey, kid, I need a favour. - No, thanks, Grandma.
Listen, you little shit. I'm working a murder case.
You wanna make some money or not?
- Does Sherry know you're here? - I wanted to talk to you.
I need some help with today's crossword.
Oh! Go home, Anton. It's late.
I'm serious. Look, it's right there.
It's 52 across, nine-letter word
for spy, starting with E.
You don't know the first thing about crosswords, do you?
This is all Sherry's work.
You've been lying to everyone all this time.
So, if you're not really the Puzzle Lady...
then what the hell makes you think you can outsmart a killer?
I... can't stand crossword puzzles.
So, let me get this straight - you're just a front for Sherry.
- Is this off the record? - I haven't decided yet.
Sherry got the odd commission,
very low-paid, for shitty little local papers.
- No offence. - None taken.
So she asked if I would be the friendly face of the Puzzle Lady.
Of course, we had no idea it would make me famous.
We're not happy about living a lie, but it pays for this house.
And let's face it, it's hard to say no to that.
Oh, I agree.
Breaking this story, for instance...
it could make my career.
You asked what qualifies me to solve a murder.
Nothing.
I've never done anything important.
Until now.
So, go ahead. Print what you will.
I may not be the Puzzle Lady...
but I know I can do this.
Good morning, Aunt Cora.
I didn't hear you come in last night.
Oh, I wanted to tell you what we found out about the Burnsides.
- "We"? - Me and Anton.
You went with Anton?
He didn't... I didn't know you liked him.
No, I don't.
Or maybe I do.
Anyway, so, we can't prove this,
but we suspect Bonnie's boyfriend might have killed her
by running her off the road.
So maybe he's the Graveyard Killer!
But why would he wait so long to kill again?
And where are you going?
I was hoping you would finally help me unpack today.
I would, but I have to go and see Hooper...
to tell him about Casey Roth.
Toodle-ooh!
Hello? Anyone?
Jesus!
Is this what taxpayers pay for? Unbelievable!
So much for Inspector Hooper and his excellent team, eh?
'Baidwan Solicitors?'
Cora Felton. Can we talk?
Miss Felton, you've saved me the trouble of finding you.
I heard there's been more snooping into the Burnside case.
Not by me, I can assure you.
Although Casey Roth may not be the golden boy
the Burnsides think he is, but that's not why I'm here.
Something's been bothering me about the night you saw Stuart
and Vicki Tanner in the bar and grill.
You gave her a curious look.
Did I imagine it?
I'd seen them in that bar before, the previous Saturday.
Go on.
Well, he went up to Vicki at the bar,
introduced himself as somebody else, like a John or a Jeff or something.
Exactly.
It was just a creepy... married couples thing.
You know, pretending to be someone else to spice things up.
Don't knock it.
My... third husband, Frank, was a fan of sex role play.
- This one time... - Sorry.
Dad just needs... Sorry.
Oh, that's quite all right.
Becky can hear my racy little story another time.
Sunil, not while I'm working.
This is still our storeroom, Becky.
Uncle Naveen said he'd move all that down to the basement.
What do you think I've been doing all week?
How about a thank you?
Thanks.
"Sex role play"?
You know, the classic naughty strangers in a bar routine?
Well, no, I don't, actually. And anyway, so what if they were?
So, what if there was more to the message,
"Don't talk to strangers"?
What if it was code for Vicki to play along in a sex game?
Has no-one opened up in here yet?
I know. The Mayor was here earlier, and Stuart Tanner.
They were not happy.
- What were they doing here? - They didn't say.
But I was here to tell you
that Casey Roth may have killed his girlfriend ten years ago.
I'm sorry, what? Oh, we'll come back to that.
The point is, seeing Stuart Tanner got me thinking about his text.
What made Vicki drive to High Ridge that night?
At first, I thought maybe she was having an affair.
But what if her secret lover was her husband?
So you're saying that Stuart Tanner lured his wife there
under the pretext of a sex game in order to kill her?
It's possible.
And it's plausible that Donna would've gotten into his car
a few nights earlier.
He's clean-cut, respectable.
Why would he kill a random teenager?
And besides, he wasn't even in Bakerbury that night.
The messages on Vicki's phone prove that.
"I'm missing you, honey." "I'll see you next week, honey."
All that proves is that he wasn't with her.
He could've been anywhere.
We both know the stats on spousal murders.
All right, I don't, but I'm guessing it's high.
Take another look at Vicki's phone.
See if the message "Don't talk to strangers" pops up anywhere else.
- Oh, sorry. - That's OK.
Are you working on my dad's case? How's it going?
He never tells me anything.
- It's going OK, I think. - Yeah.
I'm sorry, I can't really... I have to go.
Oh, OK. Bye, Danny.
Is this some kind of joke?
I just need an explanation, Mr Tanner.
I came here for an update this morning.
The place was deserted.
I knew Bakerbury was the back of beyond, but this is pathetic.
What do you want to know?
The message "Don't talk to strangers"
appears three times on your wife's phone.
About two months ago, the Saturday before last,
when you were seen together at the bar and grill,
and then on the night that Vicki died.
Look, we like to pretend, all right? I'll admit that.
But that message wasn't code for anything.
- So, what did it mean, then? - Exactly what it says.
I didn't like her talking to strangers.
Vicki was too... trusting.
She'd chat to anyone. Men would take advantage.
Well, if you don't mind me saying, Mr Tanner,
that does sound rather possessive, does it not?
I was just trying to keep my wife...
I was just trying to keep my wife safe.
And in the end, someone...
someone killed her.
And now you're accusing me of playing some sex game
while there's a murderer on the loose?
That's sick.
I just want you to catch who did this.
Oh, God, why can't you just catch him?!
- There he is. - Well, thanks a lot.
All I've managed to do there is upset a grieving man.
- See, why do I listen to you? - Because I'm always right.
Eventually.
- Katy, what are you doing here? - I think I know who the killer is.
What?
- Well, I was in the library, and I found this scrapbook. - No.
And it had all these gross pictures and stuff about the murders,
and it belonged to Jimmi Potter.
- Well, has he upset you? - No, but it was weird.
Look, it's probably nothing, love. Well, how would you know?
- You didn't see it. - No, but I know the Potters.
And, fair enough, Jimmi's a bit of an oddball, but he's harmless.
No, he's not. At the town meeting, he gave me this, like, creepy look.
He probably just fancies you, love. Hey?
And who can blame him? Come on!
You're almost as good-looking as your old man.
- Dad, I'm serious. - Tell you what, love.
Why don't I take you to Babs' Bakery for a hot chocolate,
just like we used to, eh?
- Who's that? - Just my friend Kyle.
And can Kyle wait?
Katy?
- No. - What-What are you doing?
Oh, Dad!
You can have it back when you've learnt how to talk to me.
Well, I was talking to you, and you didn't listen.
I'm really sorry about last night.
You should know it wasn't about you.
Oh, good. Cos if I misread the signs...
No, you didn't.
Erm... I am divorced.
- Recently. - Can I get a flat white, please?
- Coming up. - Thank you.
My ex and I were...
Things were difficult, so I guess I just find it hard.
- Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you? - No, no, no. I, erm...
Becky, how long have you been back?
Just a few weeks. How are you doing?
I'm fine.
- Sorry. Sherry, this is Becky. - No, yeah, we've met.
Becky and I were, erm... Er...
We used to be together.
It looks like my coffee's ready.
So, it was really nice to see you, Anton.
Sorry. Sorry.
You were talking about your ex, and suddenly, mine shows up.
Seriously, what were you... what were you saying?
- No, it doesn't matter. - No, it does.
Sherry, I wanna hear it.
Well, I was just saying that...
Don't worry, it's fine. Go on.
No, answer it.
- Yeah, no, it's OK, just answer it. - Sorry.
Cora.
Where?
Jesus Christ, have I gotta take your phone off you as well?
I thought we'd need her, Sir.
Oh! I've met her. She was a fan.
This is Ally Brindle. She runs the...
She ran the antique shop.
He took her shoes.
Didn't I say it, Inspector?
I knew he wouldn't risk returning to the graveyard.
Yeah, you were right about that.
But you were wrong about Stuart Tanner.
How so?
Judging by the rate of rigor mortis,
she was killed at about 4pm.
Which is exactly the same time as
I was questioning him at the station.
Perhaps you should stick to crossword puzzles, Miss Felton.
We found this in her pocket.
And please don't tell me you have to go home to work on it.
Can you just give me the answer now, please?
Isn't it "aye"? What? As in A-Y-E.
Correct. Very good, Anton.
The answer is, of course, "aye".
I'll put it on the grid.
But how much it will tell us is anyone's guess.
Right, so now we have three bodies...
three clues and no answers.
Maybe someone's taunting us, Sir.
Or they're taunting the Puzzle Lady.
Well, think about it.
This only started happening after she moved to town.
Now, that's fucking unsettling.
Right.
Just go and make sure no-one else comes in, please.
The Tinker And Tankard?
Right.
- Is he still in there? - Yeah.
Any chance he could have left his house earlier today,
- say, around four? - No.
Are you sure?
We've been keeping an eye on him all day.
Good lads.
- Here. There's an extra tenner. - For what?
Stuff they're saying... it makes me sick.
- I never even touched that girl. - You don't have to convince me, Gary.
When I saw all those fake posts about you,
I knew I had to reach out.
Tell you you are believed.
I know when a man's innocent.
I always know.
- Hey, you're that Puzzle Lady. - No, no.
- Yes, you are! - See you later.
My wife loves you in those biscuit ads.
Can we have a selfie? She'll be made up.
- Come on! - Excuse me.
Listen, erm, about Becky...
Look, I'm not gonna lie, OK? She... She broke my heart.
She did. But I am over her. I am. Completely.
Do you wanna go out tonight?
I could do with taking my mind off stuff.
I would love to, but I can't.
I promised my mum I'd have dinner with her.
Yes, I still live with my mum.
It's not exactly lucrative, working at the Gazette.
- Anton, I live with my aunt. - Well, tomorrow?
Could get dinner, drinks?
- I thought you were skint. - I still get pocket money.
Have I got a story for you.
Gary Gibson was at home at 4pm,
so he couldn't have killed Ally Brindle,
but he is mixed up with someone fishy,
that's for sure.
I got a photo, but I lost her.
Oh... what's that? It was on the doorstep.
- "Hand-deliver to the Puzzle Lady." - Let me see.
"After Bonnie Burnside, what comes next?
"Follow the clues. The Graveyard Killer."
"Follow the clues."
Now, the first one was found on Donna,
and this is four down from there.
The second clue was found here.
And what was it? 14 across.
Er... let's start counting. In which direction?
- Across could mean left or right. - Hm, yeah.
Right. One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 11...
Seventeen.
Right.
Er, died 1940. Should we try the other direction?
No, wait. Let's do the third clue.
What, 18 down, right?
Yeah. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Over here!
- You do realise this could be a bomb? - Yeah, that's what I said.
Oh, it's not. I gave it a good shake.
Well, you shouldn't have touched it at all.
You shouldn't have even been in the graveyard!
What the hell were you thinking? All of you!
Well, what if this was a trap?
You should have called me the minute that you got that letter.
You're quite right, Inspector. Mea culpa.
My intention was simply to help you,
but I'll be more careful next time.
Yeah!
Thank you.
I'll put these on, so I don't get my prints all over it.
- Oh, no. - God.
A three-letter word for Earl Grey.
Tea!
- Tea. - It's tea. Yeah.
Now, to sum up, we have four answers so far.
Q-U-I-T. It spells "quit".
I can't believe I didn't thi... I mean, er, well done, Aunt Cora.
- So the killer's telling us to quit? - Yeah.
That, erm, sounds like a threat.
Yeah, from someone who's already killed three women, Miss Felton.
Maybe he's just saying he's done.
- Erm... quit while you're ahead. - Shit. I have to go.
All right, let's just get this back to the lab.
Oh, wait. What's that? There, under the sticky tape?
Is it a hair?
Sorry. I got held up. It was a work thing.
- It's, erm, still lager, right? - Yeah. Thanks.
- How have you been? - You asked me that earlier.
- I said I was fine. - Good, because you look well.
And... earlier, when I saw you at Babs'...
We used to sit at that same table by the window.
- Remember? - Yeah, this isn't a reunion.
To be honest, I'm not really sure what this is, but I'm here, so...
- Just to see you. - Really?
That's interesting, cos I remember wanting to see you, too.
Only, you, erm... you weren't returning my calls.
- In fact, pretty much ghosted me. - That's not...
Anton, that's not what I was doing. I thought it would be easier.
Easier? For me?
Just... let me tell you something.
I wasn't fine, OK? Not for a long time.
- OK. Neither was I. - You're the one who left.
You got your high-flying job,
and you're on the first train out of here, OK?
So let's not pretend that you gave a shit about me
or this town or anyone in it.
Not even your family.
OK, I'm sorry that I hurt you.
OK, I'm sorry that I left the way that I did.
But you can't deny that we were good together, Anton.
- We could be again. - I've met someone else.
And even if I hadn't, Becky, the answer would still be no.
Well, as expected,
Miss Felton, the only fingerprints on that shoebox are yours.
So you know where the door is.
Come on, Inspector!
At least tell us if the murder weapon was real.
Did you test the blood?
Care to explain why my clients, Mr and Mrs Burnside,
have been asked to provide you with a typing sample?
Because Anton Grant was sent a threatening letter
after publishing the Burnside case, that's why.
Then I'd like to see that letter.
Although I doubt that it constitutes a crime.
And is that why Casey Roth's still being harassed?
I didn't harass him.
He wouldn't answer the door, so I left.
Excuse me. What?
So we still don't know where he was, then, yesterday, at four o'clock?
Daniel, please, get a warrant,
get some answers and get that bloody printing sample.
- Go on, hurry up. - Yes, Sir.
And you, I don't care who your clients are.
We have to consider the possibility that the Burnside case is linked
to these three new murders, all right?
- Inspector. - What?
- I was asking about the murder weapon. - Right.
Since the murderer has decided to involve you,
Miss Felton, you might as well know.
The blood on the hammer is a match to all three victims.
Then I see it wasn't hope.
Bakerbury Police.
Sir, it's the lab.
- Right. - Yes.
Right. Right. Thank you.
- The hair is a match for Gary Gibson. - Get in!
No, he can't be the killer.
He was at home at the time of Ally's murder.
I had eyes on it.
- You had what? - Eyes.
I'm telling you, Inspector, he's being framed.
No, the hair caught in the tape does seem a bit convenient.
Mm. Here, look.
I saw him in this pub with this mystery woman.
- She could've taken her hair then. - Well, she could be anybody, that.
- She looks familiar. - Wow, that's helpful
We are wasting time here, right?
The DNA evidence is enough to arrest and charge Gary Gibson.
So Samuel, let's go.
If you see Anton, tell him I said thanks again for dinner last night.
- She...? - Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Please don't make a big deal.
A crowd has, of course, gathered outside the police station.
There have been questions over the competency of Inspector Hooper.
Inspector Hooper, can we get an update on the murders?
- Is this the work of a serial killer? - Mind your business.
DCI...
Not wishing to engage there. Stressful day for him, but...
- Let's get this. - You should hear his side.
I'm here in Bakerbury with the famous Puzzle Lady,
Miss Cora Felton,
who we believe is assisting the police in their hunt
for the Graveyard Killer.
Miss Felton, is it true that crossword puzzles have been found
on all of the murder victims?
I can't possibly comment on an ongoing investigation.
But you are one of the world's leading experts in cryptic clues, are you not?
I wouldn't say so myself, but, yes.
And my insights have proven invaluable to the police.
Let's hope your involvement means the net's finally closing in
on a killer who so far has claimed the lives
of three women here in Bakerbury.
'Miss Felton, what's the secret to the delicious flavour 'of your biscuits?'
Well, that's it. It's national news now.
Dennis will know where we are.
- I messed up. I'm so sorry. - Oh, Cora...
- Chloe? - 'It's my fault.'
It's my fault that she's dead.
If I hadn't have pissed her off, she would never have run away.
Donna did really bad in her exams...
but her maths was the worst.
I'm good at maths...
so I said I'd help her.
I was getting her to copy out all the answers she'd got wrong.
But she got really mad.
And gave up.
It wasn't about you.
Chloe, can I ask, do you have a copy of Donna's exam paper?
May I see it?
Thank you.
Did she get the first three questions right by any chance?
Yeah. How did you know?
The correct answer to the fourth question is D, "line".
Oh, my God.
So it was never a crossword clue.
It explains why the note in Donna's pocket was the only handwritten one.
She wrote it herself.
But if the first clue wasn't a clue, then why is the killer sending more?
He knew that the police were following a false lead
because Anton published the story.
Well, false lead or not, we've got our man.
- Has Gary Gibson confessed? - No. So what?
What do we know about the killer? He's clever.
An opportunist who takes delight in giving us the run-around.
Gary Gibson is an idiot.
The perfect patsy for a devious mind.
I'm telling you, he's innocent. I know it in my gut.
I don't give a damn what you know in your gut.
I should never have involved you in this in the first place.
Honestly...
Miss Felton, it is time for you to accept
that you are just an old lady who does crossword puzzles.
And as it turns out, these crossword puzzles are meaningless.
I won't have you meddling in my investigation any more.
And, in fact, if I catch you anywhere near it,
I'll have to have you arrested.
Do I make myself clear?
Perfectly. I'm sorry I've wasted your time.
Good day, gentlemen.
Aunt Cora!
- Aunt Cora, are you OK? - Of course I am. Never better.
- He can wait. - Just talk to him. I'm fine.
- Hey. I tried calling you. - How was dinner with your mum?
- Not too bad. Uneventful. - Really?
Becky Baidwan seemed to enjoy it.
Look, Sherry, it's not what you think.
I don't care.
You still lied about it. And I'm through with liars.
Really? Cos you've been telling a few lies yourself.
How about you tell me who the real Puzzle Lady is?
I don't have to explain myself to anyone. Least of all you.
Well, whoop-de-doo. You've made an arrest.
Can you even prove your suspect killed all those women?
No, but he left his DNA on the murder weapon,
and we've been analysing printer samples
to find out who's been sending those clues and letters.
- And? - And we found a match.
Well, to one of them.
Hand-delivered to the Puzzle Lady, and printed off in the library.
Thank you.
- The library? - Yeah.
Anyone could've used that printer. Bloody hell, Hooper!
You're gonna need to find a better smoking gun than that.
Cos I'm not telling the women of Bakerbury
they're safe if they're not.
Cor!
He's just being a tosser, Sir.
He's absolutely right, Daniel.
A public access printer doesn't prove anything.
- Who's tied this up, by the way? - Jimmi? Jimmi Potter.
Jimmi Potter?
Katy mentioned something about Jimmi Potter and a scrapbook.
Coffee.
Hi, love.
Trying to get through to Katy? I've still got her phone, darling.
What do you mean she isn't at school?
Where is she, then?
Is that what Anton gets off on? Asking me to explain myself.
"Just an old woman". Hooper's an old woman!
At least I'm smart enough to know
that he's accused the wrong man.
But who's the right one, hm?
Who's the real killer?
We need answers.
Come on. We're going to Ally's Antiques.
What? No. No, you leave me out of it.
Sherry, the killer is out there right now.
How would you feel if he murdered another woman
while you were sat there eating biscuits?
- That is not fair. - What if that woman were me?
Just because you wouldn't help me.
For fuck's sake! Help you with what?
No! Come on. No, I've got a mouth...
- I'm not going. - Sherry, I'm confiscating them.
- No, you're not. - You're not getting another biscuit.
Get it out of my mouth! Go on.
- Come on. - No! - Yes.
This is a terrible idea. How are we supposed to get in?
Isn't the internet a marvel?
All these instructional videos by cheerful men helping burglars.
- Oh, my God. We're going to jail! - Nonsense.
The police'll thank us for being good citizens.
Ally was killed for a reason.
- Stay close. - Oh, Aunt Cora!
Where the hell did you get a gun?
You remember Melvin? My fourth husband.
The, er, American?
It was a parting gift.
He's lucky I didn't use it on him, the cheating ba...
Right...
Do you even know what you're looking for?
I'll know it when I see it.
She cancelled a meeting on the day she died at midday.
"AA meeting."
Yeah, she died at 4pm, so she left before closing time.
It must've been important.
Oh, shit!
- That was a close one. - Yes, it was.
But this is breaking and entering, Aunt Cora.
You dragged me out here, and you don't even have a plan.
I'm looking for clues. It's a plan.
It is not our job to look for clues.
I'm so sick of this crap.
I came to Bakerbury for a quiet life,
and that is impossible with you.
A quiet life?
All you want is to hide away from everyone and everything.
In case something bad happens.
Well, let me tell you, Sherry, bad things do happen.
So either start living,
or you might as well go and lie down in that fucking graveyard.
OK, well, at least I'm not delusional.
You run around wanting everyone to think you're Miss Marple,
but it's make-believe, just like everything else about you.
You are a fraud.
Art authentication. AA. Of course!
It's the Puzzle Lady here.
Ally Brindle made a copy of the certificate.
Let's not play games.
I could hand it over to the police,
or we could come to an arrangement.
Is one of you Kyle?
- You know my daughter, Katy Hooper? - So?
- So, have you seen her? - Yeah. She's about this big.
Do you think that's funny, mate? Just tell me if you've seen her.
No, I haven't. I swear. She wasn't at school today.
What about Jimmi Potter? Has she mentioned Jimmi Potter?
- Have you seen her with a Jimmi Potter? - Sir!
- What? - Jimmi wasn't at the library, Sir, or at home.
Katy warned me about Jimmi, and I didn't listen.
What if he's taken her, Danny? What if he's taken her?
We'll keep looking.
Hello, Sherry.
'I've just seen Cora on the news,
'pretending to be an expert to the police.
'I'm sure the world would love to know the Puzzle Lady's fake.
'Maybe I'll put a call in to the press.
'Maybe I'll swing by Bakerbury, too, pay you a little visit.'
Fucking hell.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
You ruined my life, and you don't even know who I am?
I'm Casey Roth. You and that Puzzle Lady
have the police thinking I'm a serial killer.
Nobody thinks that. They've arrested somebody else.
Then why are they searching my house, huh?
Cos I made a mistake ten years ago?
I made up for that. I've been a good person.
Stood by Bonnie's parents.
I tell them she was an angel,
and they have no idea what a bitch she really was.
What happened? Did she break up with you?
Oh, my God. So you killed her, didn't you?
Jesus Christ.
- Yeah, yeah. - What is going on?
Will you just, erm, help me tie him up, will you?
Have you got any rope?
I swear, I didn't mean to kill Bonnie.
I was just trying to scare her, and she hit a tree.
Gonna need a good solicitor.
Oh, my God. Sherry!
- Sherry? Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm really glad you called. Are you sure he didn't hurt you?
More like the other way around.
He's not your client yet, Becky.
Anyway, why are you even here?
I came to talk to your aunt.
I remembered who her mystery woman was.
I don't know her name, but I saw her in a lift
in my old job in London about six months ago.
- She was with Stuart Tanner. - I should tell Aunt Cora.
I just got a message from her.
"Gone to meet the killer in the graveyard. Send the police."
What the...?
- Good. - Should I do with my eyes open?
Because people die with their eyes open.
- No, no, no. That was good, yeah. - OK.
Did you hear that?
- Do you have the certificate? - Of course I do.
Then what makes you think I won't just take it?
I can handle myself.
- Thought you wanted to do a deal. - I do.
But first, I need to know I'm right.
Would you indulge me?
You're the one with the gun.
You had no idea your first victim
had a cryptic note in her pocket,
later mistaken for a crossword clue.
When the story was printed in the Gazette,
you decided to use it to your advantage
to deepen the serial killer myth.
And why would I do any of that?
Because you wanted to kill your wife.
The real question was how to get away with it scot-free.
You found a troubled girl who just happened to be in town
late at night.
A random victim would make
Vicki's murder appear random, too.
But here's your mistake.
Your third victim was far from random.
Ally Brindle was a certified expert in art appraisal.
She was helping Vicki to sell her late mother's antiques.
She found something priceless in that house, didn't she?
Ha. I knew it.
Your perfect plan was for your final victim
to take what she knew to the grave.
Well, this is all fascinating, but you're forgetting one thing.
I was with Inspector Hooper when Ally Brindle was killed.
Yes, you were. By design.
You see, Ally wrote in her diary, "AA meeting."
It was to hand over an art authentication certificate to you.
It was originally scheduled for 12 noon,
around about the time you went to the police station
and found it locked.
So you aborted the plan and cancelled the meeting.
When you were called to the station for questioning that same afternoon,
you contacted Ally to say that you would meet her after all at 4pm.
So are you suggesting I was in two places at once?
Of course not. I'm saying you have an accomplice.
She killed Ally Brindle in the car park
to get the certificate and give you an alibi.
Ah! Hello again.
Maybe you'd care to join your lover, I presume.
Oh, how thoughtful of you to come prepared.
Stuart, tie her hands.
You know, you've done a lot of talking.
How about you get to the point of this little... meeting?
I'm afraid the talking was the point.
To give the police time to get here. Should be any minute now.
Shit!
- Are you all right? - No! She shot me!
- Why did you do that?! - Because you're expendable.
Shut up! That's not true. Give me the gun.
Don't do it!
You're tied up. You're hurt. Let me handle this.
Now, how about we go for a little drive?
Get the bag.
Now!
Jimmi! Jimmi!
Sorry.
Jimmi! Jimmi.
Jimmi.
Don't think I wouldn't ruin that handsome face of yours.
Don't you ever do anything like that again, Aunt Cora.
- Promise me. - All right, I promise.
And if I do, I promise not to tell you about it.
- No, I'm being serious. - A joke!
He does all these, like, really cool crime reconstructions.
And I helped him, and they're... they're dead gory, and... Yeah.
Come here. Oh, what am I gonna do with you?
Right. Hey, I'll talk to you later.
So, Miss Felton...
you think the motive for all of this is a piece of art,
but you have no idea what it is?
- Is that right? - Exactly.
So what makes you think that it's here?
Well, they would have removed it
from the house the second they knew I was onto it.
- Well, wouldn't you? - Right.
Better give me the keys.
No, no, no. It's got to be here. It must be here.
Can't be right about everything, Miss Felton.
- I know a Turner when I see one. - Do you?
That's a Constable.
Well, well, well.
I'm so sorry you went through that. I just wish I'd been there.
No. No, actually, it's OK.
Kinda helped me see things more clearly.
Anton, I like you.
I really do, but...
this just isn't gonna work.
And it's not your fault. It's just...
things have happened to me that I need to work through,
and I have to do it alone.
- I'm really sorry. - OK.
Dennis, it's me. So, this is how it's gonna go.
If you go to the press about Aunt Cora,
I will tell them all about you.
Your music career will take quite the dive
if everyone knew you're a wife-beater.
Feel free to call me back or show up in person.
I really could not give a shit.
Aunt Cora, look. Anton got a four-page exclusive.
Oh! Good for him.
Oh, and there's a whole bit here on you.
Inspector Hooper says he couldn't have done it without your help.
And it even mentions Casey Roth's confession.
Listen to this.
"Mr and Mrs Burnside are grateful to have justice for their daughter
"after all these years."
I'm proud of you, Aunt Cora.
I'm proud of us both.
You know, you haven't had a real drink in days.
Good Lord! You're right.
Oh, time for a Bloody Mary.
No, Aunt Cora...
Mm. We still haven't finished unpacking.
Well, so let's finish it.
Are you sure?
We don't have to stay here if you don't want to.
Now, why would I want to leave Bakerbury?
These people clearly need me.
Hm! What did he say?
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