(classical music) (thud) (screaming) (dramatic music intensifies) Danny, get upstairs!

Sam, make sure nobody gets in or out.

Edith, can you lock that back exit please, right away.

Katy!

Katy, don't look, honey.

Don't look.

Don't you look!

Put that phone away right now, Katy!

This is DCI Hooper.

A body's been found in the library.

Ooh!

Oh...(spluttering, coughing) -Oh, my God, Aunt Cora!

-Oh, oh... -Are you okay?

-Oh, yes.

You've just contaminated the body, Miss Felton.

I think he rather contaminated my cake!

Right, does anyone know who he is?

Never seen him before in my life.

Could everyone just go, please.

Go on, get out, everyone.

Come on.

Got cream on me fingers.

You sure you don't want me to drive?

No, I'm fine.

Uh... What a waste of a good cake.

That's delicious.

Uh, that's disgusting.

What is that?

That's his wallet, isn't it?

You took a dead guy's wallet?

And his keys.

You didn't think I fell on him by accident, did you?

Why would you do that?

Because he's the one who's been following me.

That was PI Burns?

Okay, well, we have to tell Hooper then.

No, no, I...I'll tell him everything.

But this is just to buy us time.

If Hooper beats us to it, he'll keep us out of our own investigation.

(sinister music) Would that be fair?

Beats us to what?

Aunt Cora, this is insane.

We're both gonna go to jail.

Calm down, I just need to find out who hired him to follow me.

Looks like someone beat us to it.

Okay, we are calling Hooper now, right?

Let's just take one quick look.

-Ah!

-Hey!

Hey, stop!

(engine revving) (tires screeching) Sorry, they were too fast.

Not as fast as me.

(sighs) We'll get blamed for the break-in.

I'm not leaving without answers.

What are you doing?

I don't know, looking for accounts, uh, emails.

No, no, no, no.

Don't hit that.

That's the shut down tab.

Yep.

Now you're just moving desktop icons.

No, look, wait, wait, wait.

You're gonna delete everything.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Just let me do it, thank you.

(clears throat) (sighs) (keyboard tapping) (suspenseful music) Whoever broke in here, they were after their own file, covering their tracks.

Why?

Because they killed Burns?

Maybe.

Or they saw he'd been killed on the media posts.

They didn't want the police asking questions.

(sex noises on computer) Sherry, for goodness' sake.

There's a time and a place.

Aunt Cora, this is a home video.

Look.

(sex noises) -Oh... -Mm.

-I knew it!

-Mm, yes.

-Burns did make that sex tape.

-Mm.

(sex noises) -Oh.

-Mm.

Uh?

Oh... (sex noises) Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting something?

(playful music) So, you lie about recognizing the victim and then you steal his ID and his keys, and, and then you break into his offices.

Actually, the door was open, so technically... Technically I'm gonna press charges against the pair of yous.

Charges for what, exactly?

I mean, the break-in happened before my clients arrived.

Why would they force their way in if they had keys?

They were still caught inside.

Huh.

Did they steal anything?

-No.

-Uh-uh.

At worst, they were trespassing, which I don't need to tell you is entering a property without the owner's permission.

And, well, he wasn't exactly in a position to offer that, was he?

You have no right to hold them for even a second longer, and you know it.

Let's go.

(playful music) I'm just gonna...go with her.

Well, you win some, you lose some.

Fair point well made, that, really, wasn't it?

-She's very good.

-Mm.

Thank you, Becky.

Nicely done.

Well, actually, you're not welcome.

What the hell were you two thinking?

Me?

No, I...I told her it was a mistake.

Yeah, of course you did, because your aunts a complete liability.

Tell me about it.

Aunt Cora, why do you always take things too far?

Well, this was your brilliant idea anyway, Sherry.

Well, what does that mean?

What was your idea?

Oh, to... (Sherry sighs) To give you a case.

It was supposed to be a sort of birthday present.

I thought it might cheer you up, stop you moping around the house.

But I was hired as a detective.

No, that was Sherry's money.

I took the whole fee from Stacey.

Lawyers are expensive.

Speaking of which, we need to talk about your bill for me bailing you out tonight.

(mysterious music) Ha!

Get out of jail free.

There.

Consider yourself paid.

Thanks for the birthday present.

(sighs) Thanks.

(sex noises) (suspenseful music) I can't make out a face there, can you?

No, right, I'll just... Pause.

Yeah, sorry.

Uh... (sex noises) Right there.

The... Wait a minute, is that... Is that Governor Peacock?

No.

It was the Puzzle Lady, wasn't it?

The Pu...what does she know about this?

Nothing.

Just about the affair.

But if she didn't tell you, then how...?

Well, I've seen the video.

Oh, God.

If my wife finds out, she'll take everything.

Well, I'd say that's the least of your problems, Mr.

Peacock.

Because we found the video on the laptop of a dead man.

-Dead?

-Well, murdered, yeah.

And I would say that you had a pretty good motive to kill the man that was blackmailing you What, you...you think I killed him?

Are...are you insane?

I'd never risk going to prison.

I know what it's like!

Well, then, can you tell me where you were at around 8 p.m.

last night?

I was with... With Ida.

At her house.

Right.

So your only alibi is your mistress who has a pretty good reason to kill him too.

Oh, God.

(sobbing) Oh, God.

-Can I get a tissue, please?

-Oh, God... Would you like a glass of water, Mr.

Peacock?

I need a Xanax.

Is there one in your bag?

Ida says she was with Peacock till nine o'clock, but they make a point of not being seen together, so no one can corroborate that.

So, what do you think then?

Are they accomplices to a murder?

Maybe.

Means, motive, opportunity.

Preposterous.

Governor Peacock's a pillar of this community.

And I won't have his good name sullied by anyone.

His good name?

He...he's just admitted to having an affair with his PA.

It's hardly a reason to accuse him of murder, Inspector Hooper.

The victim had a sex tape of them.

Then I'd say they're the victims here, being persecuted for a private indiscretion.

Have you even found a murder weapon?

Witnesses to place them at the scene, eh?

-Well, not yet, no.

-No!

Then I suggest you release them immediately.

With respect, Mayor Firth, I don't answer to you.

I answer to the Chief Constable.

It's interesting you should say that, because he and I were just talking about you over a game of golf.

He has his doubts about your competence, Inspector, but I defended you.

Was I wrong?

Well, I am aware that I don't have enough to charge them, so I'll release them.

For now.

But I will question and charge anybody that I see fit, Mayor Firth, regardless of their standing in this town!

(dramatic music) (thud) Oh!

Shit.

S...sorry, Mum.

(giggling) So what the hell were you two doing?

Er, well, um, we just thought we would try and time the killer's movements and see how long it would've taken them to run downstairs and rejoin the party.

Sorry, to rejoin the party?

We...we were thinking it could have been one of the party guests and that's how come no one was caught.

Oh, right.

And then who do you suppose slit to the man's throat then, Katy?

Would it have been Babs the Baker, perhaps?

Or maybe Jimmi's mum, or... It's not funny!

And I thought I told you to stay away from my daughter!

It's not Jimmi's fault.

I wanted to help.

Right, just come on.

Get out.

Not you, Katy.

Why would you get involved in a stupid stunt like that?

Well, it wasn't stupid.

There's a point to all of our experiments.

Well, I don't like it, Katy, honestly, and I don't like this obsession you've got now with, with, with, with death, and corpses and gore.

It's not normal, love.

I am normal, Daddy.

I know, love.

I didn't... I didn't mean that.

Don't you say a word, please.

I wouldn't dream of it.

(scoffs) No, you wouldn't, no.

I mean, you keep everything to yourself, don't you?

Like for example, the identity of murder victims.

Hm?

And I'm guessing that you knew that Governor Peacock was being blackmailed, yeah?

I was going to tell you everything, Inspector, once I had sufficient evidence.

-Oh, right.

That's why I'm here now, to offer up another vital clue.

To offer up a clue.

How very kind, Miss Felton.

Thank you.

Well, consider it a peace offering.

You'll remember the break-in at Burns' office.

A...a sore point, I know.

Well, I took a picture of the intruder's car as it sped away.

Here.

(phone vibrating) (message pings) I suspect they are the one who hired Burns to follow me.

And that's why they broke into the office, to steal their own file.

Well, that is actually useful, Miss Felton, thank you very much.

Well, and I suppose you'd be interested in knowing the identity of this person too.

Well, if you're running it through your database, maybe I could have a peek.

Oh, yeah, so maybe you could get stuffed, because I'm not sharing anything with you ever again, and neither is Sam, right?

-Yes, Sir.

And don't even think about trying to sweet talk Danny, 'cause the next time I will fire him.

Make no mistake.

You're on your own.

(gentle background music) I am really sorry for lying to you.

I just wanted to give you a gift you'd actually enjoy, and if that's solving crimes, then what's the harm?

Becky never really hired me.

She was just helping a stupid old fool indulge in a fantasy.

It's not a fantasy.

You are really good at this.

And whether Hooper helps you or not, I know you're gonna figure out who killed Anita Dryver.

And PI Burns, and possibly Roy Gleason.

-Mm.

-Ah.

-Hello.

-Hello.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Mm, hey...how's your case going?

Oh, well, I've hit a dead end.

I'm trying to trace a number plate, but Hooper's refusing to help and the DVLA won't give it up either.

I know the feeling.

I'm being stonewalled on this whole Firth thing.

Nobody that works for him will speak to me.

But that's not why I came over.

Sherry, I'm going clubbing tonight with mates.

Do you wanna come?

Um, er... -Yes.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

-Good.

-Why not?

-I'll message you.

They're so good.

(laughter) Ooh.

Drink your hot chocolate.

(club music playing) Alright?

Hi, Becky.

Hi.

You look nice.

Thanks.

So do you.

Uh, we're gonna get some drinks.

You guys want anything?

Nah, we're good.

-Sure?

-Yeah.

(loud club music) Hey, I'll get a beer and a, um, a vodka tonic.

Please.

It's not exactly my kind of music.

Oh, really?

What is?

Um, I'm more into like indie rock.

(laughter) You're...you're serious?

I'm sorry, sorry.

I just, like, I can't picture that.

Oh, thank you.

-Cheers.

-Yeah, cheers.

I actually used to tour with a band.

Sorry, what?

Excuse me, could I, um, get another vodka tonic?

I said I used to... Hi, remember me?

Anton Grant, we met the day you were released.

Yeah.

I'm busy.

I just need to ask you a couple of questions, please.

Just, just two minutes.

Look, fuck off, alright?

I need this job.

Right, look, just... just call me if you change your mind, okay?

(loud club music) Did you get Sherry's water?

That's the vodka tonic that she wanted.

No, no, no, no, no.

She doesn't need any more alcohol.

Surveying all he owns, I see.

(music quietens down) It's not going to affect our arrangement.

I'll make sure of that.

I think you'll find I made sure of it by coming to your rescue today.

And it's much appreciated.

Consider our next transaction free of charge.

Who's that?

There's someone there.

(suspenseful music) It's that journalist.

Security?

(club music playing) Oi!

Shit!

(scuffling, fighting) Get up!

(laughing) (fighting) Ah... Jeez, alright, alright.

Hey, what you doing?

No, no!

(struggling) (thump) (laughter) (loud club music playing) (whooping) Are you okay?

No, I'm not.

Anton is supposed to be my friend and friends don't just ditch each other.

Okay.

Do...do you want me to call you a cab?

-I'll wait outside with you.

-No, we're not friends either.

I can take care of myself, thank you very much.

(knocking) Can I come in?

Mm-hm.

(door closes) (sighs) We ran the number plate, and the car is registered to Jason Dryver.

Who's dead.

So, someone is using his car.

But who?

That's all I know.

And I'm only helping you 'cause I think there's something off about this case.

Why do you say that?

'Cause the mayor keeps trying to shut it down.

Hooper's a good man, but sometimes he rolls over too easy.

(suspenseful music) And, uh, just so we're clear here, my loyalties are still to Hooper.

(mumbling, grunting) -Sherry... -Hm?

-Hi.

-Ooh, my God.

Wow, what the hell happened to you?

I ran into a... a difference of opinion.

You're not thinking about driving home, are you?

-Uh, yes.

That's where I live.

-Sherry... No, leave the car.

That's not happening.

No, whoa!

(grunting) Come on.

I thought that you had left.

-No.

-But you wouldn't do that.

-No.

-No.

No, you are a good guy, Anton.

-No, no, whoa.

-What?

Whoa.

That is very mean.

You've had a bit too much to drink.

Yes, and so what?

So, I just don't think it would be a good idea.

No, no.

You're not the good idea, actually.

So you just watch me.

Those are your car keys.

No, this is a magic key.

Of course it's not a magic... It is.

Maybe this one is.

No, no.

Look, I have the keys in my pocket.

Up you get.

No, I have the keys right here.

-Round a bit.

-Please let me go.

-No, come on.

-I'm going this way.

Oh!

(mumbling) Okay... -Oh, look, it opens.

-Yes.

You get in, see?

It's your turn, ‘cause I'm climbing through.

(Sherry giggling) -Right... -Ta-dah!

You sure you don't need any help?

No, thank you.

(playful music) Huh.

Good night, then.

(groaning) Just taking a small break.

...transaction free of charge.

Who's that?

That's all you got?

(sighs) Was it worth getting beaten up for?

Ask me tomorrow.

Ow.

And are you gonna tell me why my niece is in such a state?

She drank too much.

I probably could have paid her a bit more attention.

Hm.

And where the hell is our car?

I made her leave it at the Duke Vincent.

Huh, that's something.

But you'd better not be playing games with her, Anton, or I'll give you a lot more than a bloody nose.

Hey!

She's the one who said she just wants to be friends.

Then I had to practically fight her off of me.

I don't know what the hell she wants.

I wish she'd just make up her mind.

Oh, stop whining, for Christ's sake.

Sherry just wants to be happy.

You can make that happen.

You just have to try a bit harder.

Ow.

Easy.

(gentle music) (sighs) Tea.

Oh, it can't have been that bad.

I threw myself at him and he said no.

And I'm pretty sure I was horrible to Becky, so yes, I would like to crawl into a hole and die.

Well, there's no time for that, because you're going to have a shower, get dressed, and then we're going to take a nice brisk walk down to the Duke Vincent Hotel.

What?

Why?

I don't ever wanna see that place again.

Tough, because we have things to do and we need the car.

No, Aunt Cora.

I feel like shit.

Just go without me.

No.

I will not have you backsliding, Sherry Carter.

Do you hear me?

What are you talking about?

Hiding from the world.

So, you made a fool of yourself.

So what?

I make a fool of myself all the time.

You're coming with me whether you like it or not.

Uh... Okay, okay, fine.

(sighs) What are we doing?

You remember the car we saw driving away from Burns' office?

It's registered to the now deceased Jason Dryver.

Oh, my God.

How did you find that out?

Not important.

The point is, I think Bella Dryver must be the one using it.

You were right.

She followed her brother back to Bakerbury.

Yeah, but that still doesn't tell us where she is.

I know, but I think the way to find Bella is to go right back to where this all started, with Anita Dryver.

(dance music playing) Alright, here we go, guys.

Five, six, five, six, seven and swing, swing, circle.

Swing, swing, circle and in, cha-cha, in and up and one, two, whip, whip and kick.

Well done, guys.

(applause) (vomiting) Morning sickness.

Toilet's just that way.

Thank you.

Anita ran classes just like this several times a week.

They were always full.

And uh, what about Anita herself?

Was she as popular as her dance classes?

Of course.

Everyone loved Anita.

She was just this lovely, sunny person.

Mm.

Hm... Oh, who was George Morris?

He was this homeless man.

He used to sleep in our doorway sometimes.

Someone ran him over, poor thing.

No one knows who did it.

Everyone felt dreadful, so we all chipped in for that plaque.

Hm.

Maybe you should have all chipped in for George while he was alive.

Yeah, that probably would've been better.

Yeah.

Congratulations!

Thank you, Stefan.

You've been very helpful.

We won't take up any more of your time.

Oh, but before you go, would you like to sign our petition?

It's to save the studio.

Oh, from whom?

(ominous music) Mayor Firth.

Who else?

Jimmi?

Oh, Miss Felton.

Penance.

For the mannequin stunt, I presume.

Yeah.

If it's any consolation, I thought it was inspired.

I wish everyone else felt that way.

Well, maybe you should put your talents to better use.

Like helping me.

Now, I was wondering if there was anything about Anita Dryver I may have missed.

Not the trial, but personal pieces in the press?

Miss Felton... I promised my mum I would do no more work on the case.

Well, this wouldn't be new work.

I...I'd already asked you to do some digging, and if I know you at all, you'll have dug up rather a lot.

Have a look.

(chuckles) Oh, Anita's funeral.

I haven't seen this.

There's Bella.

She looks familiar.

Oh, my God.

Bella is Ida Blunkett!

(mysterious music) Prisoner name?

Darren Duggen.

(door buzzing, clicking) (door clanks open) -What?

-You have a visitor.

(door clanking) (ominous music) What the fuck is this?

Hello... (door closes) Bella.

If you're looking for Darren, he's been put out of harm's way.

The governor owed me a favor, remember?

Please, sit.

You and your brother Jason were working together to kill Darren Duggen, weren't you, for murdering Anita, but how to get at him in prison?

Jason staged a very public bank robbery so that he would be sent down.

The only problem was he was sent to the wrong jail.

So you had to step in and fix it.

You changed your name to Ida Blunkett, landed a job working closely with the governor and instigated an affair.

Please, stop me if I'm wrong.

You then hired a private investigator to make a sex tape of you and Peacock.

It was easy for Burns to film it in your house because you let him in.

And posing as a fellow victim of the blackmail, you knew Peacock wouldn't suspect you of being behind it.

He still doesn't.

Are you going to tell him?

That rather depends on you.

May I continue?

The day I came to visit Darren, you heard all about it in the governor's office, so to make sure I didn't jeopardize your plans, you asked PI Burns to keep tabs on me.

Meanwhile, the blackmail worked and Jason was transferred to Bakerbury.

But then it all went horribly wrong when Darren turned the tables and killed Jason in self-defense.

-(laughs) Then your trusty PI got killed.

Was the governor behind that?

No.

Peacock really was with me that night.

I don't know who killed Burns.

And neither do I. But, I digress.

With your sister and brother both dead, you find yourself in the unhappy position of having to avenge them both alone.

You were going to use that knife.

How do you know I'm not gonna use it on you?

Because you're not that person, Bella.

You don't have blood on your hands yet, and you don't need to.

Darren is serving a life sentence.

The chances of him getting out are zero after killing Jason.

You've lost so much.

Don't throw your own life away.

That's not what Anita or Jason would've wanted.

Can I ask something?

Before Anita died, did you notice anything out of the ordinary with her, apart from her problems with Darren?

Well, we didn't see her as much as we should have, Jason and me.

But the last time we were all together a few days before she was killed, she gave us some money.

A few grand actually.

Jason had some repairs and I... I had some loans to pay off.

Do you know where she got it from?

She won it on a scratchcard.

Look, it was nothing dodgy.

You didn't know Anita, but... she was as honest as they come.

(mysterious music) Bella didn't want to hear it, but I know I'm right.

Anita have got herself tangled up in something that got her killed.

Mm-hmm.

So the question is, where did the money come from?

Exactly.

Oh, and here's another one.

Who killed PI Burns?

If it wasn't Peacock, who else is there?

Does Hooper have any suspects?

Aunt Cora?

Hooper, any suspects?

Um, I wouldn't know.

He's been ignoring my calls.

Uh, speaking of which, have you talked to Anton yet?

Mm.

I've messaged him.

Gonna meet him later at the bar and grill.

In that case, I need a favor.

(suspenseful music) -Pretty please.

-Uh...mm.

I'm so sorry about last night.

I...I drank way too much and acted like a total idiot.

I'm so relieved you said no.

I mean, not relieved.

I don't want you to think... I shouldn't have disappeared like that.

Thank you.

Um, a pint of lager and a sparkling mineral water, please.

Thanks.

I think a real drink would kill me.

So, um, I've been dying to ask, what happened with Cora at the prison?

If I tell you, you promise you won't print the story.

I swear.

Okay.

You know the governor's PA, Ida Blunkett?

That is Bella Dryver.

What, Anita Dryver's sister?

Are you serious?

Yeah.

She planned the whole thing.

She had an affair with the governor just so she could hire a PI to film them having sex.

-Mm-hmm.

-Then who killed him?

Oh, we don't know that yet.

-Thank you.

-That's 8.50, please.

Oh, thank you.

I will get this, I promise.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

Anyway, so Ida, or rather Bella used the sex tape to blackmail the governor into transferring her brother from another prison so he could kill Darren.

-But Darren killed him.

-Exactly.

So, then Aunt Cora had to hightail it to the prison to stop Bella from killing Darren herself.

Bella had a knife in her bag.

She meant business.

-Jesus Christ.

-Yeah.

Um, Aunt Cora says she talked her out of it, but I don't know.

Bella still wants to keep her job at the prison.

Why would she do that?

Unless it's to get revenge on Darren.

Bakerbury's tallest man is suing Bakerbury council after he banged his head on a road sign.

Mr.

Smith's solicitor, Becky Baidwan, says that her client is suffering from severe PTSD and concussion.

Is it the responsibility of the council to raise the signs or the freakishly tall to duck?

I've often thought to myself, if you go to a theme park, they have that very, very low, you know, you must be this tall... I wouldn't do that if I were you.

What you doing in my house?

And who is that?

Drop the blade.

(TV blaring) (blade clinks) I don't think you two have met.

Bella, this is... Actually, can you turn that off please?

Sorry.

This is Stacey Gallivan, Darren Duggen's girlfriend, the one who murdered your detective.

Stay right where you are.

I haven't finished yet.

You wouldn't use that thing.

(suspenseful music) Hm.

That's what my fifth husband thought.

Anyway, where was I?

Yes, our Stacey here would stop at nothing to protect her man.

Even when Darren was obsessed with Anita, she always believed that he would love her like that too.

Well, I hate to break it to you, honey, but Darren doesn't love anybody.

Stacey discovered that there was a plot to kill him in jail.

Unfortunately, I told her that I suspected PI Burns was a part of it and that he was following me.

So she followed both of us and killed Burns at my birthday party, thus ending the blackmail and stopping the governor from putting Darren into any further danger.

But she still thinks that he's not safe while you are alive.

That's why she came here to kill you too.

Oh... I think you'd better come with us, don't you?

Oh, thank you for coming, Inspector.

You'll be interested to know that Stacey was holding the same blade in her hand that she used to kill PI Burns.

But how did you know to come here?

I set a trap, and Stacey fell right into it.

I knew that Stacey would try to kill Bella Dryver, better known to you as Ida Blunkett.

So, you used me as bait?

Wait, we thought Bella agreed to the plan?

Um, well, Bella would never have gone along with it.

But I...I was here to, to make sure that Stacey didn't... do any harm.

(somber music) Bella Dryver, we're arresting you for conspiracy to blackmail... -Thanks a bunch.

You know, I thought you were on my side, but you're nothing but a selfish, conniving nut job!

...defense if you do not mention when questioned... Inspector?

Can I just say, in my defense... I think it's best if you don't say anything at all, Miss Felton, don't you?

I'll drive us home.

I know I went about it the wrong way, but I did prove that Stacey was a killer.

That's something, isn't it?

Of course, there's lots to figure out, I know.

I still don't know for certain if Darren killed Anita, and as for Roy... -No, just stop.

Please, please stop, Aunt Cora.

What if she killed Bella?

Or you for that matter?

And you drag me and Anton into it.

Do you ever think about anyone else?

Do you?

Come on.

Come on, let's get in the car.

(birds chirping) (engine humming) Huh, nice one.

Did you bring it?

(suspenseful music) Ooh.

Let's say Gleason leaves the room for a moment.

Er, maybe to have a wee?

Indeed.

The killer sneaks in, takes a knife... Uh, a bayonet.

A bayonet.

Then Gleason returns.

-Oh, yeah.

(grunting) “Oi, what you doing in my place?

Blah, blah, blah.” Well, he's an ex-soldier, so he runs at him.

There's a violent tussle.

They back out onto the landing when they get to the top of the stairs, and then the killer stabs Gleason in the lower stomach.

-Uh!

-And he falls.

Ah!

Mm.

Were there any defensive wounds on him?

No.

And, and why his lower stomach?

'Cause I would like stab him in the chest or something.

Hm, yes.

I have to admit, it doesn't feel right.

And nobody heard a fight.

There was nothing disturbed or misplaced.

Hm.

Well, that desk was.

(sinister music) It was, um, at the top of the stairs before.

I thought it was a funny place to put it.

And there was something poking out.

Oh.

(suspenseful music) Jimmi, can you get me the bayonet?

Uh, yeah.

Go!

Yeah.

He killed himself.

I'm not talking to you.

You don't have to talk, I'll talk.

I know for a fact that Roy Gleason killed himself and I know why, too.

A guilty conscience.

Oh, so you know what one of those is then, do you?

Ha.

It was my questioning him about Anita Dryver's murder that pushed him over the edge.

That's how I know he killed her.

You don't know, Miss Felton, you assume.

And as ever, your theory is 90% what-iffery.

(scoffs) But that still leaves 10% probability.

Surely that's worth taking another look at the facts.

-Meaning...?

-Well... Let me have a read of the old case file on Anita's murder.

Not that there was anything wrong with the original investigation, just in case anything was missed.

I'm gonna say this one more time, Miss Felton.

You don't work here.

You've got no training, you have no expertise and you have absolutely no right to look through old police files.

So please, for the last time, please, please, can you just leave?

Now.

(somber music) Thank you.

Do you know how I know for sure that Roy Gleason killed himself?

We proved it.

Jimmi, Katy and I. Excuse me?

You can do your best to try and stop me doing what I'm good at, but you won't succeed, and you won't stop Katy and Jimmi either.

Because they have a talent, and talents should be encouraged.

Good day, Inspector.

I said, all headlines don't have to be alliterative.

(laughter) Sherry, I just want to say... Not interested, sorry.

She did just get another killer put away.

Maybe just hear her out.

Thank you, Anton.

I owe you both an apology.

Um, I behaved appallingly and I feel wretched about it, truly.

Can you forgive me?

I always do.

So, um, Anton, um, has had some good news.

Yes.

That ex-prisoner's agreed to go on the record.

Talk about working conditions at the Duke Vincent.

I take it they're not good.

They are not.

And he got fired for refusing to work unpaid overtime.

Oh, fantastic!

The...the scoop, I mean, not the exploitation.

(doorbell buzzing) Oh... (engine humming) Someone left this outside, I didn't see who.

Anita Dryver's murder files.

You want some help?

What are we looking for exactly?

Anything that doesn't add up.

(suspenseful music) So, the police only interviewed Gleason once, but they were pretty thorough.

I probably would've let him go too.

It says here Anita's phone and laptop were missing from her flat, but in the trial, didn't they say robbery wasn't a motive?

Well, only because everything pointed to Darren killing her in a possessive rage.

Did they ever find the missing stuff?

-Not according to this.

-What happened to it then?

Oh, maybe Gleason took it to destroy evidence.

Um, evidence of what, though?

Um, when did Anita die, her...her exact date?

Um... Here, 28th June 2019.

Look.

Some guy's pecs?

Oh, forget him.

Look at the plaque.

A homeless man was killed in a hit and run in 2019 on June 14th.

So, just two weeks before?

Could that be a coincidence?

Or what if Anita saw who did it?

Well, it happened right outside of her dance studio.

Yeah, Anita gave her siblings money just before she died.

A lot of money.

She was blackmailing somebody.

And that same somebody had her killed.

And I think I know who.

(footsteps receding) I hate it when she does that.

Thank you for agreeing to see me.

Not at all, always a pleasure.

That's kind.

But we both know we haven't exactly hit it off since I moved here.

But as I'm in Bakerbury for good, I felt it was wise for me to put my cards on the table.

In June 2019, you attempted to buy a dance studio.

That very same month, Anita Dryver left that studio and saw a homeless man being run over and killed.

Of course you didn't mean to kill him, but you panicked and drove away, (suspenseful music) not knowing that Anita had seen you.

She came to you for money, and you paid it.

But she overplayed her hand and asked for more.

So, you made a deal with Roy Gleason to get rid of your little problem.

Roy Gleason killed Anita Dryver in exchange for the cushy life you offered him at your community for ex-servicemen.

And it would be the easiest thing in the world to pin the murder on her stalker ex-boyfriend.

You got all that from a leaflet?

Not exactly a smoking gun, is it?

I quite agree.

Any evidence of your crimes will be long gone.

You saw to that when you had Gleason destroy the phone and laptop that he took from Anita's flat.

But I wanted to look you in the eye and see if I was right.

And I am.

If you believe I'm capable of all that, it wasn't exactly smart of you to come here and tell me.

Oh, I can handle myself.

Bravo, Anton.

That's a great exposé.

But you have to watch your back.

Firth is a dangerous enemy to have.

I know.

But until we can prove he's the killer, this'll have to do.

So, did you turn down that job in Manchester?

Yeah, it wasn't really for me.

Oh, really?

I thought it was your dream to work for one of the nationals.

Some things are more important.

(ringtone blaring) My agent.

Humphrey, how are you?

Oh, you heard about that?

(classical music) Oh, a new advert?

Of course I'd be interested.

Oh, I only have one request.

The chap playing Inspector Hooper?

He wasn't quite the right casting.

Could I ask for someone fatter please?

(giggling) Marvelous.

Ciao.

(classical music continues)