[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[SIGHS]
[SWORD CLANGING ON TV]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[SWORD SWISHING ON TV]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[MEN GRUNTING]
Ah! Ah!
- Argh! You've-you've k*lled me!
- What?
You're supposed to be on my team.
- Ah.
- Latest goodies.
All exclusively available
through Melville's Memorabilia.
Hah! All new Queen Zestra!
It's a good one.
Oh, and you've had an upgrade too.
Erm, new costume.
Increased flexibility functions. Yeah.
Oh, mugs and masks for
Sword-con in the morning.
And you, my darling, just perfection.
Much better knockers than
the actress who plays you.
Uh, Dad! Don't say
things like that tomorrow.
[LAUGHS]
[CAR TIRES SCREECHING]
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DOOR RATTLING]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[DOOR OPENS]
You're k*lling me off?
It wasn't my idea.
Jesus! When were you gonna tell me?
Oh, Artie! You knew?
I told them not to. I swear, Mum.
Well, whose idea was this?
We need to boost ratings.
It was pressure from
the new commissioner.
- We agreed by committee.
- What are you, La Cosa Nostra?
Darling,
a high profile m*rder is gold dust.
Millions will mourn you.
Would you like to see your new doll?
Shut up, Gerry!
Look, fans haven't forgiven
you for k*lling Harkus.
This way, they get sweet justice.
Everyone will be hooked.
[EDDIE] It'll be like
"Who sh*t JR?"
- Who?
- [SELENE] Who k*lled Laura Palmer?
It was huge.
[BRIDGET] Ema, you too?
[EMA SPEAKS IN SLOVAK]
I want a divorce.
Darling, you're overreacting.
This isn't about us.
It's business.
And I'm gonna sue you.
- Hah. Bridge, calm down...
- And you.
Take your precious dolls
and shove 'em up your ass!
Yep...
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
That went well.
[DOOR OPENS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
See you tomorrow! For the big day.
Watch how you go!
[CAR ENGINE RUMBLING]
[GATE CLANKING]
[GATE RATTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[GATE RATTLING]
[GATE SHUTS]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[BRIDGET GASPS]
[THEME MUSIC]
[TEZ] Ah, please, please!
- Please! Come on, one ticket!
- No. And take that off.
[SCOFFS] That show is fire!
And you could get me VIP access.
I am not getting you a
ticket for Sword-Con, Tez.
- Mum...
- Because you won't need one.
Because you're coming with me.
Seriously?
- What, you got a guest-list?
- No.
I've got an immigrant work ethic.
Which you don't seem to have inherited.
And a debt, which you will inherit.
And if it's not paid off before I die,
I'm gonna come back
as something annoying
with very sharp teeth.
You're coming to work for me, Tez.
And get a shower, we
leave in ten minutes.
Proper man smell that, look, Mum.
[SPEAKS IN HINDI]
["TAKE ME AWAY" BY LAKEWOOD CEMETERY]
♪ I don't wanna leave my home ♪
♪ Now take me away ♪
[TEZ] Mum, turn this down!
♪ I know ♪
♪ There's nothing here ♪
♪ I don't wanna leave my home ♪
♪ I don't wanna leave my home ♪
[TEZ] Oh my gosh! This is like
medieval or something! What!
[VEHICLE DOOR SHUTS]
[VEHICLE DOOR SHUTS]
Mrs. Sidhu, welcome.
I'm Ema, Housekeeper of Ravenslair.
I'm Tez.
And what a lot of house to keep.
[CHUCKLES] Lovely to meet you, Ema.
This place is sick!
Take that off.
[EMA] You'll be doing the catering
for Mr. Melville, his
family, cast of the TV show
and Super-pass holders,
those rich and stupid enough
to spend a thousand pounds
to get up close and personal
with the flawed reality of their heroes.
And they've asked you... to wear these.
Here you go, old crone.
Oh, hah, no.
I don't do wrinkles and white hair.
"Beige don't age!"
It's a cultural thing.
Also a contractual thing.
Sorry.
[TEZ IMITATING SWORD SWISHING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT PA CHATTER]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Huh. Sword-Con, eh?
May it be the first of many.
Yeah, Dad, first of many.
I'm... Zondar the Great.
[TEZ LAUGHS]
Welcome, Crone of the South.
What brings you to my castle, peasant?
If you put me on Tik-Tok again,
I am gonna sign up and share
the plop plop clip with the world.
I thought you deleted that?
Delete your first ever
potty training video? Hmm?
What else am I gonna
show your future fiancé
on our first supper together?
- Oh. You're mental.
- Why, thank you, mortal.
[MRS. SIDHU CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[APPLAUSE]
[CLACKING]
[APPLAUSE]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Have a look, have a look at this...
Thank you so much.
[TITUBA] Athdar! Can I get a photo?
Uh, yeah! Of course.
[GIRLS SCREAMING]
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
- Hey, babe.
- Ah, hi.
Have you seen my new doll?
Given me a boob job,
what's that all about?
Ah, you do not need a boob job.
Are you flirting with me, Artie?
I'm just saying, you're
perfect as you are.
- I've got no penis.
- Really?
Okay.
My doll, it's got no penis.
- Lovely.
- No balls either.
We are talking of balls,
anyone seen Bridget?
She's not here yet.
Artie, give her a call.
I tried her three times last
night and she's still blanking me.
- And I was against it.
- Against what?
Episode ten.
Oh, God, she didn't take it well?
[SELENE SCOFFS]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
I could be an actor.
You must find the place inside
where everything is possible.
How about you try and find
the garlic salt instead?
I got the costume on, feel
like the character already.
Say a few words, look moody.
Oi! Oh.
Having fans is overrated, believe me.
Got a lot of fans then, granddad?
Eddie Melville. Just a few.
- Right. Yeah, I knew that!
- Mm!
You likebhajis, Mr. Melville?
I am so sorry I slapped you.
Mrs. Sidhu, of Sidhu's
High Class Catering,
Slough and environs.
Oh, hi, Mrs. Sidhu. I'm
Selene, we spoke on the phone.
Oh, hello, Selene, lovely to meet you.
Oh, dear, you do look stressed.
Ginger tea? Or maybe just some gin?
Oh, I wish, thanks, but
no, sorry, I've got no time.
Dad, Bridget's still not turned up.
- I don't think she will.
- Well, she has to!
She's contractually obliged
to do all the press and PA's.
We're on in three minutes! So are you!
Yes, yes. Oh!
Oh, would you like me to follow
on with some refreshments?
- You read my mind.
- It's what I do.
[EDDIE] Whose first?
- Your name?
- Tituba. Tituba Hemlock.
[EDDIE] T-U...
Argh! Damn. Uh, one moment.
Can't I just use a biro?
[SIGHS]
Macha macaroon?
Uh, ta.
Crone of the South, nice.
Queen of The East underneath.
Here you are.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Hi.
- Hello.
- It's so nice to meet you!
- Your name?
[CORMAC] I mean I've
told them numerous times.
I told my agent, I told my PA...
Right, I've just spoken
to Bridget's agent,
he's assured me she's on route.
I've delayed entry for ten minutes.
Brilliant, I can go for a slash.
[SIGHS]
Damn.
[BRIDGET ON VOICEMAIL] Hi,
it's Bridget, leave a message.
Bridge, you okay?
Where are ya?
Listen, I'm sorry about the...
Look, just give me a call, okay?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Tez, put the coconut prawns on
and keep an eye on the paneer kebabs.
[TEZ ON PHONE] Mum, I'm all over it.
Alright, bye.
[SIGHING]
[URINATING]
Alright, mate, you peaked too early?
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[PANTING]
Bridge?
[GASPING]
[SCREAMING]
Oh, my God!
[CORMAC SCREAMING]
[WHIMPERS]
[CORMAC SOBS]
[CORMAC] Oh, my God!
Jesus, Christ on a bike. Bridget.
No, no, no! No, no, don't.
Don't touch anything
until Forensics get here.
Who are you?
Mrs. Sidhu, of Sidhu's
High Class Catering,
Slough and environs.
[CORMAC] Ah, Bridget, Ah!
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Yes, so you said...
- Excuse me, sir.
What you questioning my mum for?
I found the body. Unfortunately.
She's still in shock.
Or maybe fortunately,
because I actually do
have a photographic memory.
And you're here as?
- Oh, caterer, chief caterer.
- Ah.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]
What is Sword-Con exactly?
Fan convention, for "Swordmaster."
The TV Series.
It's massive. You haven't heard of it?
Nope.
Maybe you need to broaden
your horizons, boss.
[INDISTINCT MUMBLING]
No, I'm quite happy with my horizons.
[MINT CHUCKLES]
Any suspicious characters, Sergeant?
All of them?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Thanks.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
The Queen is dead.
Found by one Cormac Burn.
He's an actor,
plays Nordis in "Swordmaster."
Forensics estimate time of death
between . and :
midnight last night.
No sign of a m*rder w*apon.
Suspected to be a Kn*fe with
a to centimetre blade.
s*ab wounds to the gut and chest,
severed carotid arteries.
Oh, God.
That's exactly how Zestra slayed Harkus.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Bridget Anderson played
Queen Zestra in "Swordmaster."
Zestra k*lled her brother, Harkus
by stabbing him in the gut
and slitting his throat.
Ah. Copycat k*ller?
Well, yeah, but the first
one wasn't real, so...
- Yeah, I'm aware television isn't real.
- Of course, sir.
But some people find it
harder to differentiate.
- Crazy fan perhaps?
- Well, possibly.
[MRS. SIDHU] Inspector!
What are the chances?
- Mrs. Sidhu?
- Seriously?
- And you're here...
- Catering. Well, I was.
[BURTON] Dressed as?
[BOTH] Crone of the South.
I was actually here
when the body was found.
Of course you were.
Hope you've got your
mojo back, Inspector.
Mint.
[MINT] What if she's stalking you?
- Oh, very funny.
- I'm not joking.
Cormac Byrne?
- I'm DCI Burton.
- I'm DS Mint.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
- Please, take a seat.
- Yeah, of course.
[SIGHS] It's proper weird, this.
Usually it's me doing the questioning.
Played a detective in my last job.
DC Doyle, so I was.
Three series. Anyway, I didn't
work for two years after that.
Till "Swordmaster" came
along, and that saved my life.
Sorry. Sorry. I'm rambling. sh*t.
I'm still shaking.
It's okay, Cormac, try to relax.
[BURTON] It must've been horrific
for you to find your co-star like that.
Aye, you could say that.
Did you notice anyone else
around when you found her?
No.
Except for the catering
lady. Aye, she was there.
- Of course.
- She heard me screaming apparently.
I can't even remember screaming.
Were you close?
- With Bridget?
- Hm.
Did you have a good
working relationship?
Yeah, I did, aye.
Bridge was a grafter,
no airs and all of that.
Just one of us.
And she was proper talented too.
Do you have any leads, Detective?
Give us a chance.
Look, do you know of anyone who
may have wanted to harm Bridget?
No.
I mean, there are some intense fans.
Zestra was a controversial figure.
She had her fair share
of online haters and that.
God, you're not thinking
John Lennon, are you?
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
Please be assured we won't rest
until the perpetrator's been found.
Now, given the very
nature of the wounds,
we could be looking
at a copycat incident.
- Carried out by an obsessive fan.
- Oh, God.
[EDDIE] Every ticket
holder had the address.
And whose idea was that?
Do you have CCTV covering the premises?
Only at the entry gate,
but we had full security
for the convention.
Too little too late.
Anything at the back, near the woods?
Has there been any trolling,
disturbing behaviour on social media,
- any death threats?
- Only from her own family.
Artie...
Could you care to elaborate, please?
They wanted to k*ll
mum off, didn't they?
She got hold of episode ten.
She read her death scene...
and, and if that hadn't happened,
then mum wouldn't have
gone out to the woods and
she'd still be here!
[MELLOW MUSIC]
Apologies, Detective.
Artie's in a lot of pain.
It's true, we did decide
to k*ll off Bridget's
character, Queen Zestra.
We felt it was the,
the big dramatic moment
the series needed.
[GERRY] Zestra was like marmite.
Some fans absolutely loved her.
Others loved to hate her.
Would you show me the footage?
Yeah, of course. Follow me.
Hmm.
Um...
- Chai?
- To drink or to wear?
[CHUCKLES] Good one, partner!
Did you know
that Bridget was found dead
next to a doll of her character?
- Actors?
- Well, don't you think that's weird?
Well, not as weird as bumping
into you again dressed like...
Look, why don't we just stick to
what we're being paid for?
Good. Glad you agree.
- [GERRY] Get that down you.
- [STAN] Thank you.
[STAN] Dear, oh, dear. It's
all too much to take in.
- Where's Eddie?
- Locked himself in the study.
Where is the study?
[FLOORBOARD CREAKING]
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hello, it's Mrs. Sidhu
of Sidhu's High Class
Catering Slough and environs.
[EDDIE] I don't want anything!
I know.
But I do bring cardamon chai
and homemade Indian sweets.
Medically proven to
be very good for shock.
Thank you.
[GROANS]
There.
Here you go.
Go on. Plenty more where that came from.
Plenty more.
Doesn't feel real.
This is as if we're all trapped
inside one of my books
and can't get out.
Surely you wouldn't
write anything so cruel.
I've written events much more cruel.
I feel this is karma.
Oh, yeah, karma. She
can be a right bitch.
[COUGHS]
- I shouldn't laugh.
- Why not?
Life is mainly comedy plus tragedy.
And eating through both.
She threatened me with divorce.
Hm. I used to thr*aten
my husband with divorce
every other week, I didn't mean it.
[MELLOW MUSIC]
I'm in a nightmare, Mrs. Sidhu.
Shock, denial, anger,
bargaining, depression, acceptance.
All the stages of grief.
Oh, plus, the wailing if
you're Indian. Lots of wailing.
Lots to look forward to then?
Hm.
It's Artie I worry about most.
He dotes on his mother.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay. Stop.
Please go, just go
back a bit. Yeah, there.
[SELENE] That's just
Gerry and Stan leaving.
Yeah. I need to speak to your father.
Okay. I'll take you up.
[KEYBOARD CLACKING]
[SELENE] That's my mum.
She was incredible.
She d*ed when I was twelve.
[BURTON] Ah, sorry.
Yeah, me too.
[PHONE VIBRATING]
sh*t, I've got to take this.
Um, right. Dad's study,
straight up there,
second door on the
right. You can't miss it.
Thanks.
[SELENE] Yeah, hold on.
Yeah, I'm with him now.
[MRS. SIDHU] You know, in my
community, after a bereavement
we all take food around
to the grieving family,
so they don't have to cook, but mainly
to show them love.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[BURTON] Mr. Melville? DCI Burton.
- Shall I get rid of him?
- Yes.
Er, no.
Suppose I should talk to him.
Hm.
[DOOR OPENS]
- Mrs. Sidhu.
- Inspector.
- On your way out?
- No.
I'll just be doing some
tidying up, don't mind me.
Pretend I'm not here.
[SIGHS] Mr. Melville, DCI Burton.
I'm in charge of the case.
I wanted to let you know, um,
that we'll be doing everything we can
to catch the perpetrator.
And bring back the death penalty.
Or a public stoning.
Go on, try one.
Thank you, Mrs. Sidhu.
Would you mind if the inspector
and I have a bit of privacy?
[MRS. SIDHU] Of course.
Mr. Melville. Inspector.
Mm.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[BURTON] Mr. Melville, I'm aware
this is a difficult time...
It's trending on Twitter.
Number one on streaming.
Yeah, I know, it's insane.
We need to handle this with kid gloves.
Oh-oh, oi. Ah.
Yeah, let's order a social media ban.
I don't want any of the
cast or crew commenting.
Yeah, let's let everybody
at Pomegranate PR know...
and then can you call me back?
[BURTON] And do you know of anyone who
might have wanted to hurt Ms. Anderson?
Did she share any concerns or fears?
No. Parents were junkies,
ended up in skid row.
She worked since she was a kid,
getting all the others
out of the gutter.
Never lost that spirit.
Did she make any enemies?
Stalkers?
Any threats or disputes
that you're aware of?
[EDDIE] No.
You think this was a copycat k*lling?
Is this my fault?
Oh. All over this, are you?
This is fire.
Yes, and so will this be, literally,
if you don't get your head
out of whatever that is.
The last episode of series
of "Swordmaster," and
I know what happens.
Yeah, wonderful.
I need you to know what
happens here, in my kitchen.
- She gets k*lled.
- Who?
Queen Zestra.
- Bridget's character?
- Exactly.
Life imitating art, innit?
[PENSIVE MUSIC]
Stir those.
[LINE RINGING]
[BURTON ON PHONE] Mint?
Boss, I've found something.
Or rather... someone.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
- She is well dodge.
- Uh, well dodge indeed.
Get this over to Cyber
for facial recognition.
Yep, will do, boss.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[WINGS FLAPPING]
[TEZ SCATTING]
Tez, have you seen this Kn*fe?
[TEZ CONTINUES HUMMING]
Oi!
- Have you seen this Kn*fe?
- Nah.
But I need a Kn*fe, why you
putting the others back in?
Ah-ah-ah!
[TENSE MUSIC]
Right turn.
Inspector?
Mrs. Sidhu with sharp
utensils. Fantastic.
Missing. There-there's a Kn*fe missing.
One of it's lost? Check the dishwasher.
Maybe. Maybe...
it was the same Kn*fe that was
used to k*ll Bridget Anderson.
Look, I've got a Kn*fe
missing in my block
doesn't mean that I've k*lled someone.
Sorry, is this how you cook?
Sort of throw random
ingredients together,
hope something edible turns out?
Got an ID on our witch.
You're gonna love this,
her name's Tituba Hem...
Sorry, excuse me.
Look. Seriously.
One Tituba Neve Hemlock lives
in a flat share. London, N .
- Come on, let's go.
- What? Inspector...
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Alright, well, tell them
filming of series five
is on hold, and could they
please respect our privacy...
At this difficult time.
[WHISPERING] Hey. One sec.
[ARTIE] You don't even feel, do you?
Look, I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna call you back.
Where have you been?
[ARTIE] You always hated her.
That is not true.
She tried so hard with you.
- I didn't hate her.
- Hmm!
I was a teenager, Artie.
I was grieving my mum.
Oh! I guess now I know
what that feels like, right?
- I'm sorry. Artie...
- I don't need you!
Except when you need a job.
I quit.
- What?
- Yeah. I quit the show.
You can't do that.
Do you not think dad
is struggling enough?
Oh, dad doesn't care
about "Swordmaster."
He can't be asked to deliver a script.
You can't quit.
You're under contract.
Then I'll break it.
You wanted mum k*lled off for ratings,
you wanted the convention
in our home for PR.
Giving our address out,
and then some psycho breaks in and...
You don't care about this family,
all you care about is business.
I pity you.
You're like the lion
without a heart. You are...
[EDDIE] Tin man.
It was the tin man who
didn't have a heart.
Dad, are you drinking?
[EDDIE] Drinking and thinking.
I'm calling a meeting.
: p.m., dining room.
Do not be late.
I have an announcement to make.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[MRS. SIDHU] Mr. Melville?
[DOOR OPENS]
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[RUSTLING]
[CLATTERING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
_
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[ARTIE] Dad?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Dad?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Dad!
[DOOR THUDS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[CLATTERING]
[CLATTERING]
[SCREAMING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]
[CAR ENGINE REVVING]
[PHONE VIBRATES]
- Do you wanna get that?
- Oh, yeah.
It's from Janine.
"What part of come and get your
stuff do you not understand?"
[CLICKS TONGUE]
[DOOR OPENS]
Oh! Tez!
[SIZZLING]
Oh, I told you to... Ugh.
You can go.
- What?
- I'm letting you go.
- Go where?
- You're fired.
[SIZZLING]
- Fired?
- Uh-huh. Off you pop.
But how am I gonna get home?
You still gotta pay
me for all them hours!
Oh, all of those hours, of course.
Okay.
There you go. Get a cab.
[SPEAKS IN HINDI]
What a score, that's it?
I'll take it back if you want.
I should report you.
[MRS. SIDHU] Who to? Sons of
mothers who give them work?
Google.
Write a bad review.
Write loads of bad reviews.
"Mrs. Sidhu's cooking's proper sh*t."
Ow! "Mrs. Sidhu physically
abuses her staff."
"Mrs. Sidhu is fed up of carrying
her lazy loafer of a son!"
No. Dad carried me.
You just pushed me.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[ENGINE REVVING]
No one appears to be home, Sir.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
- Witchy enough for ya?
- Huh.
Witchy enough.
Where art thou Tituba Hemlock?
[EERIE MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CREAKS]
You should go home, get some rest.
You should. Check this
out, Swordies Fan Forum.
Tituba Hemlock had quite the presence.
Super fan of Athdar.
Not a fan of Queen
Zestra, to say the least.
Pages and pages of
comments. Threats. Memes.
Where do people find the time?
Oh, and she cast a spell on Zestra.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[TWIG SNAPS]
[BEEPING]
Six, seven, eight, five, nine, star.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[SIGHS]
Six, seven, eight, five, nine, star...
[BEEPING]
[DOOR UNLOCKS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Queen Zestra.
[EERIE MUSIC]
[EXHALES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ema, didn't know you were joining us.
- Your father invited me.
- Oh, okay.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Yeah.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Where's Artie?
He was in his room on the
PlayStation. I told him : .
He needs the escape.
When mum d*ed, I played
"Dungeons and Dragons" nonstop.
- Yeah.
- I'll go and get him.
Oh, no, please, um, you
stay, enjoy your food.
I can take him a little something.
Where is Artie's room?
Uh, top floor, take the back staircase.
[SIGHS]
I won't keep you waiting any longer.
I'll speak with Artie separately.
I have thought long and hard.
And I have come to a conclusion.
There will be no more "Swordmaster."
- Dad!
- It's the right thing.
The only thing to do.
The queen is dead.
My queen is dead.
And "Swordmaster" will die with her.
You can't!
What about all the cast and crew
that live and breathe the show?
That rely on the work!
What about the fans?
Uncle Eddie, you're grieving.
This isn't the time to
be making big decisions.
This is exactly the time!
Look, you know when my Peg d*ed
I vowed that I would never
set foot in that shop again.
It was the shop got me through!
Eddie, you can't quit.
[MELLOW MUSIC]
No more "Swordmaster."
That's my final word.
Oof!
[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]
Sage?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Artie, I brought you some snacks.
You really ought to eat something.
I recognise that sound!
My son plays that
silly game all the time.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC ON TV]
Artie?
Are you okay?
[DOOR UNLOCKS]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
Somebody help!
Quickly! Upstairs!
- Quickly!
- What's happened?
We're coming!
[TENSE MUSIC]
[MAN ] Check for a
pulse. Is he breathing?
- Artie! Artie!
- He's overdosing.
What's he done? What's he done? sh*t!
Artie!
Right, let's get a move on!
[SELENE] Artie?
Ema, go and get the
first-aid kit! Go! Go! Go!
We might be too late.
- Artie, can you wake up for me?
- We might be too late. Too late.
[SELENE] What did you do?
- Oh, God!
- From one witch to another?
- What happened?
- Just found him!
What the hell were you doing in here?
I worried about him, all of them,
proper bad energy in here.
Artie! Is he okay?
No! He's not bloody okay!
Hey! Who's-who's she?
She was at the stall this morning!
Artie? Jesus!
Don't you dare die on
me, you little sh*t!
[SELENE BREATHING HEAVILY]
- Artie!
- Here you go, Selene.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Okay.
[SNIFFLES]
Okay, Artie.
[EXHALES]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Come on, Artie!
Come on, Artie, please...
- Come on, Art.
- You have to get up now.
[SELENE] Please. He's not waking up!
Come on, Artie, you can do this!
- Come on. Come on.
- Come on.
[SELENE] Come on, Artie!
[GROANS]
[GASPS]
- Oh, thank God!
- He's okay.
[SELENE] He's okay! Well done!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Well done! Well done!
Oh, God, Artie!
[STRETCHER CLATTERING]
Artie was using heroin a while back,
but he...
He'd been clean for about a year now,
I think her death just...
[SNIFFLES] Sorry.
Are you coming with us?
[SNIFFLES]
No, dad, you go.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[SNIFFLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [DOOR SHUTS]
- [SOFT MUSIC]
[WOMAN ON TV] We have
an individual found
in scene of Artie Melville's bedroom,
matching the description
of Tituba Hemlock.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[TITUBA] I didn't do anything.
I was just trying to help.
[MINT] Yeah. Watch your step. This way.
[TITUBA] I just wanted to help.
I-I-I didn't do anything.
I-I just found him.
[FOOTSTEPS DEPARTING]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[MRS. SIDHU] I'm not
convinced, Inspector.
I think Tituba is a lost young woman
who just took solace in "Swordmaster."
But she's now a prime
suspect in a m*rder case,
and all roads lead to Rome.
[SMACKS LIPS] Not all.
One leads to a secret
meeting in the attic.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
Well, come on, it looks pretty
incriminating, doesn't it?
What, so Melville kills his wife
to move on to the housekeeper?
Nah, please.
Yeah, I did think that
at first, but then...
[PAPER RUSTLING]
I saw this...
Where did you get that?
Ema's cottage.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Inspector, uh, maybe you
should let me handle this.
- And I don't want you to speak...
- Were you and Eddie Melville having an affair?
No.
Do you care to explain... this?
Who took this?
You're a very talented artist, Ema.
- It's just a hobby.
- Just a hobby?
This just a hobby? Hm?
Did you draw this?
[SIGHS]
What? Were you fantasising?
Planning?
Planning.
I was planning.
- And did you work alone?
- The m*rder was my idea.
- And did you do it?
- Did you do it?
No. I drew it.
And then I wrote it.
[SIGHS]
Planning.
Story-lining, it's called.
I come up with ideas for "Swordmaster."
Eddie and I are close, but
not for the reason you think.
A couple of years ago, I
found him drunk in the attic,
he had a big deadline
and confessed he hadn't
even started the script.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Well, go on.
I found myself thinking about
"Swordmaster" all the time.
The characters, what they might do.
I wrote notes to Eddie with ideas.
Drew pictures.
We'd meet in the attic, um, drink wine,
talk about the stories.
[CHUCKLES] It was so exciting.
Eddie said I was a natural,
he tripled my salary
and I started writing his scripts.
Behind every successful man
is a woman... tidying up.
Zestra's death was my idea, but...
I didn't k*ll Bridget.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I was very fond of her.
She was a force of nature.
I used to think this
place was a paradise,
beautiful, idyllic, safe.
But now...
Here.
Okay, Inspector! But, but
what about the Kn*fe, huh?
What about the dolls
found next to Bridget and Artie?
What about the suspect caught
at the premises and on CCTV?
What about time wise still
indulging in your mid-life crisis?
Yes, I am menopausal.
What's your excuse?
I don't believe that
Tituba's guilty of m*rder.
This is a witch hunt. Literally.
And I know what that feels like.
So do I!
Believe it or not,
you're not the only person
in the world to feel misunderstood.
Just go home, Mrs. Sidhu. Please.
[CAR DOOR SHUTS]
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[CAR RUMBLING]
For the tape, Ms. Hemlock has
waived the right to a solicitor.
[SMACKS LIPS] Tituba Neve Hemlock.
Is that your birth name?
It's my rebirth name.
It's all legal. I
changed it by deed poll.
Okay, let's start at the beginning.
What were you doing at
Ravenslair last night?
'Cause we got you on CCTV.
- Having a peek.
- A peek?
That gaff. You gotta
admit it's pretty awesome.
So awesome that you decided to break in?
I sensed bad energy.
Then I heard about
Bridget Anderson's death,
my fears were confirmed.
Someone's put a hex on Ravenslair.
Okay. What were you doing
in Artie Melville's bedroom?
I were gonna cleanse the
energy and then I found
Athdar, Artie passed out on the floor.
I froze. Before I knew
it, everyone rushed in.
The "Swordmaster"
convention started today,
why arrive the night before?
I got an Airbnb close by,
wanted to make the most of the day.
You're quite the avid
"Swordmaster" fan, aren't you?
Keen contributor to the Swordies Forum.
We all need a little connection.
Yeah, but you're not
a fan of Queen Zestra?
No.
You cast a spell on her?
She k*lled Harkus!
Whom you seem to post quite
a lot of fan art about.
Quite erotic most of it,
if that's the right word.
And you, unable to separate
fantasy from reality,
k*lled Bridget Anderson
as an act of revenge.
- No!
- What were you doing last night between
. p.m. and half past midnight?
In were in my Airbnb.
Can anyone vouch for that?
- I were alone.
- Did you collect the keys from anyone?
I got them from the lock
box at front of the cottage.
[BURTON] Oh, well, that's convenient.
I didn't k*ll Zestra, Bridget,
I only cast a spell on her, I swear!
Yes, the Subitus mortis spell.
Sudden death.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]
[DE VRIES] How is our
witch? Confessed yet?
No. Not quite, it's
only a matter of time.
Could drown her.
If she floats, she's guilty,
and if she sinks, she's innocent.
[LAUGHING]
No, but seriously,
you have got to get
something out of her, otherwise...
Yeah, don't worry.
Got some news about our Tituba.
Oh, yeah? You see! Alright, come on.
Her Airbnb on Appleton Road,
footage from a neighbour's
Ring-Cam shows Tituba
entering the property at
. p.m. Friday night.
If she's on Appleton Road,
a -minute drive from Ravenslair.
There's no way she
could have k*lled Bridget
between . p.m. and : midnight.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[LAPTOP KEYS CLACKING]
[PAPER RUSTLING]
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
What am I not seeing, Pops?
[DOOR CREAKS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- Morning.
- [DOOR SHUTS]
Want some toast?
I'm not talking to you.
And I'm not eating carbs.
[SOFT MUSIC]
[TEZ] Mum, you gonna drop me at the gym?
Gym? What, you?
Boxing gym. I'm starting training.
Hear that, Pops?
Yournanaused to love
watching the boxing.
So you gonna drop me, yeah?
If it's on the way to
Newton Police station, yeah.
[DOOR OPENS]
- [KEYS RATTLING]
- [DOOR CLICKS]
[TITUBA HUMMING]
Ms. Hemlock?
[CONTINUES HUMMING]
You're free to go.
Your alibi checks out.
- Finally.
- Yeah, well the family may still wanna
press charges for the
trespassing, but...
The family's still in trouble.
Definitely sensed a hex.
Tell them to look me
up if they want help,
@TitubaHemlock, I'm on all socials.
I cleansed the cell.
Some pretty neg vibes in there you know.
- Yeah, well, sure.
- _
Ugh, um, follow me.
You need yourchakras seeing too.
[FOOTSTEPS]
Forensics report confirmed
Bridget Anderson was k*lled
by a Kn*fe wound to the left atrium
and pulmonary artery.
The cut to the throat came after.
Interesting.
And now we're back to square one.
De Vries is not a happy bunny.
- Sir?
- What!
Your auntie is here.
I did ask her to wait at
reception, but she sort of,
overruled me.
[SIGHS] Yeah, she does that.
- Don't worry.
- Morning!
Auntie!
What brings you to the workplace
of your favourite nephew?
Auntie?!
Morning, Mint, fruit plate? Pastry?
Mrs. Sidhu, this is ridiculous.
- And a little bit creepy.
- I know.
But wait till you see this.
Zack B. Wild. Who does he look like?
Artie Melville.
- He's the spit!
- Exactly!
And if he were to spit on
whatever it is you have
to spit on for a DNA test,
I would bet my heavily mortgaged house,
he's Artie's father.
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
Because as you can see
Eddie Melville most certainly isn't.
And Bridget was paying money
to this Zack B. Wild.
Well, go on, look him up.
Zack B. Wild. Musician.
[SMACKS LIPS] Okay.
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]
No criminal record.
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]
Oh, he's on Twitter.
Gig photo. On stage with some band
called The Hawks last
night. In Montreal.
[SIGHS] Well...
Well, that rules him out.
Doesn't it?
Do you know where reception is?
Don't gloat.
It's very unattractive.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Okay, get in touch with the venue,
make sure it was him
on stage last night.
- I'll check it out.
- Although...
that could be motive
for Bridget's m*rder.
Eddie Melville finds
out he's not the dad...
[COMPUTER CHIMES]
[SIGHS] Yes! About time.
Bridget Anderson's phone
records just came through.
Finally.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Hmm.
Clandestine meetings?
Mmm. Threats to keep quiet.
The end of an affair?
Unsaved number,
that is the person she was
meeting before she d*ed.
And check this out. Saved as "CO."
Open the attachment.
[MOUSE CLICKS]
- Oh.
- Jesus.
[CHUCKLES] He is packing.
Well, yeah... but it's...
[SIGHS] It's just the angle.
I am so sorry.
I think I left my
Tupper... Is that a penis?
Why are you looking at a penis?
I-it's a suspect penis.
Mm. Aren't they all?
[MACHINE BEEPING]
[SOMBRE MUSIC]
Mr. Melville, could we have a word?
[EDDIE] Yeah. Mm.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[CLICKS]
[KEYBOARD KEYS CLACKING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
We've got him a place in rehab,
he'll be transferred this afternoon.
Tituba Hemlock, her alibi checked out,
so we've had to release her.
She is batshit,
I mean, somewhat deluded,
thinks someone's put
a hex on your house.
You can still press charges
for trespassing should you wish?
No.
Perhaps she's right about the hex.
Mr. Melville...
why did you hire a private detective
to follow your wife?
What can you tell us about Zack B. Wild?
[SIGHS]
Wild.
When did you find out that he
was Artie's biological father?
Couple of months ago. Why?
[BURTON] Must have put
a strain on the marriage.
I was bloody furious!
Yes, there were arguments.
Yes, I thought about divorcing Bridget.
Did I k*ll her?
No.
Why was Bridget giving Wild money?
[EDDIE] Wild threatened
to go to the press.
Tell the truth about Artie.
Bridget was determined
to quieten him down,
deal with it herself.
Do you think Wild had something
to do with your wife's death?
He was a weak man. A chancer.
Didn't even want to meet his son.
Only wanted to profit from him.
But Zack's not a m*rder*r.
He's Canadian.
What? So he couldn't be a m*rder*r?
[EDDIE] He lives in Canada.
She chose me as Artie's dad.
[BURTON] Mr. Melville...
Throughout your marriage,
were you both faithful?
What you getting at?
You'd better have a
look at these messages.
Who the hell was sending pictures
of his todger to my wife?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[MRS. SIDHU HUMMING]
[VAN BRAKES SQUEAL]
[CLANKING]
Hello, Stan.
Oh, Mrs. Sidhu,
what brings you down here?
Seva, which in the Indian Sikh tradition
means selfless service.
Which also translates as,
samosas and lemon drizzle cake?
Oh, you're too kind.
Uh. Fancy a cuppa?
- I'd love one.
- Great.
This looks just like
one of my family albums.
All the generations together with their,
hmm, smile for the camera face.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
You all seem very close.
Yeah, we were all close
as kids, inseparable.
Then Eddie got his success
and fame, stole him away.
But, uh, when his first wife,
Angelique, d*ed, I was
the one who picked him up.
Got him functioning again.
That's when we moved into
here, into the cottage.
Ah, so nice and handy for Ravenslair.
[CHUCKLES]
It's just through the
woods, only five minute walk.
Perfect.
[STAN] Gerry insisted on driving it.
Says I got to take it easy,
won't let me do anything
strenuous since I had the stroke.
I say, "Five minute
walk isn't strenuous!"
But he's paranoid, since his mum d*ed,
scared of losing me too.
So tragic, you and Eddie,
both losing your wives.
Yeah, well...
At least my Peg made it to .
Angelique was .
And now, Bridget's m*rder.
[SIGHS] Don't think Eddie's
taken it in yet.
He's... still in
shock. Well, we all are.
You don't get over it.
You just get used to
the cr*ck in your heart.
I lost my husband too.
Welcome to the club.
[MRS. SIDHU CHUCKLES]
Fancy another cuppa?
Only if I can use your bathroom first.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[DOOR CREAKING]
[STAN] You find it alright?
Yes! Found it!
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
[TOILET FLUSHING]
[DOOR SQUEAKING]
Thanks for the grub.
That's just what the doctor ordered.
- Oh, thank you for the tea.
- Oh, you're welcome.
Glad of the company.
Bye-bye, Stan.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[CAR DOOR OPENS]
- [CAR DOOR SHUTS]
- Right.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Hmm.
You, my lady,
are a fake!
Can you explain the relationship
between yourself and Bridget Anderson?
I told youse, we were co-actors.
We got on great.
[INHALES]
Bridge was a fine actress.
Down to earth, good for
the banter, you know?
- Why?
- Well, we found some messages
on Mrs. Anderson's phone.
Sent form you.
- Right.
- Did you send this photo?
[SIGHS]
Cormac?
Look, I was stupid, okay,
I misread the signs.
I'm a frecking eejit.
You misread the signs?
Bridge was always flirting with me.
I couldn't believe my luck.
I mean, as a teenager,
I used to watch her
in "Westside Cop," I had
a massive crush on her.
So you sent her a picture of your penis?
That's about the size of it.
No pun intended.
Look, I was drunk,
thought she was into me.
Well, it wasn't reciprocated?
[CORMAC] No.
'Cause then I realised
that she kinda flirted
with everyone, that's
just, uh, who she was.
[BURTON] So how did that make you feel?
Jealous? Angry?
Mortified.
And what about the other messages?
Hmm? Threatened.
Planning to meet Ms. Anderson
the night she was m*rder*d.
[BURTON] Did you send these?
That's not me! That's not my number.
You don't have a second phone?
Believe me, I'm not that smooth.
[BURTON] Or maybe
you're just a good actor.
Tell me how you found
Ms. Anderson's body.
I told youse, I went for a slash.
- Her body was in the woods.
- Convenient.
No, it wasn't convenient.
It was horrific.
And also somewhat suspicious.
I swear, I am no k*ller.
Look at me! I can't even
get cast as a k*ller.
I still live at home with my ma.
So did Norman Bates.
Now tell me, what were you doing
between the hours of .
p.m. on Friday and : .
I was picking ma up from work.
She works as a receptionist
at the hospital.
You can check with them,
I'll be on their CCTV.
- Which hospital?
- St Mary's.
So who was sending Bridge
those other messages?
[VAN RUMBLING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[TEZ ON PHONE] I need
your credit card number.
Oh, hi, Tez, I'm fine, how are you?
[TEZ] Seriously, I've got to watch this
boxing match, but it's pay per view.
[MRS. SIDHU] What's wrong
with your credit card?
- [TEZ] Over my limit.
- Yeah, and so am I.
[IMITATING SCREECHING]
Oh, no, you're, you're breaking up!
[TEZ] Mum! What about now?
Oh, sorry, can't hear you!
- Mum? Mum?
- Oh, dear, I've lost you.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[RUMBLES]
[BRAKES SQUEAKING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[MRS. SIDHU] Oh, shush.
[CONTINUES VIBRATING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[GERRY SIGHS]
[BOXES RUSTLING]
[DOOR OPENS]
Oh, hello, Mrs. Sidhu.
- Yes, hi, Gerry. How are you?
- Busy.
Uh, work's helping keep
my mind off everything.
I know, I-I'm so sorry.
You know, be kind to yourself.
It takes time to grieve.
I'm, um, I'm actually here to buy
a "Swordmaster" gift for my son.
Oh, well, uh, we do have
a "Swordmaster" section.
[CHUCKLES] Um, it's
just at the back there.
Oh, wonderful.
Give me a shout if you need any help.
Uh, you've got ten minutes.
Sorry, we're closing at : .
Got a big order coming in.
Okay.
Tragic thing is, um,
we've never been so busy,
um, online sales are
off the scales. And...
Athdar sold out in minutes,
once word got out
about Artie's overdose.
That is tragic.
Mm. Yeah.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
I'll have this one please.
Oh, uh, yes.
These Queen Zestra's are
flying off the shelves.
God rest her soul.
The box is rather bashed,
I'll find you a new one.
[PHONE VIBRATING]
Um, actually, I'll tell you what,
uh, you can have this one on the house.
- Are you sure?
- Absolutely. Yes.
That's so kind of you, thank you.
I better take this outside.
Uh, really nice seeing
you again, Mrs. Sidhu.
Hello?
Yes.
Just one more customer leaving.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[GERRY TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[LINE RINGING]
[BURTON ON PHONE] DCI Burton.
Inspector, it's Selene Melville.
[BURTON] Ms. Melville,
is everything okay?
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
There's something I need to show you.
[RUSTLING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[DRAWER CLANKS]
_
_
[DOOR OPENING]
[DRAWER SHUTS]
[PITBULL] Every time you
look over your shoulder,
there's someone sniffing 'em out.
f*cking police, man!
Don't worry about the police.
We're not their concern.
Don't be getting too comfy, G-man.
Not much danger of that.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[LIGHT CLANKS]
[DOOR SHUTS]
[LOCKS CLICKING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[DOORKNOB CLICKS]
[DOORKNOB RATTLING]
[SIGHS]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Bugger.
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
Bugger.
[DOLL THUDS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[SNIFFS]
Just through here.
[SELENE] Bridget never
let anyone in here.
It was mostly to keep
Artie away from this.
[LOCKER OPENS]
Please don't let this
get out to the press.
It would break dad.
Look, we'll investigate
as discreetly as possible.
Excuse me.
[WHIMPERS]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[TELEPHONE RECEIVER CLANKS]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[LINE RINGING]
Oh, yes! You beautiful old relic.
[DIALLING]
[ARCADE MUSIC ON TV]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[DIALLING]
[LINE RINGING]
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
[SPEAKING IN HINDI]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
Oh, come on.
[GRUNTS]
You gonna get me k*lled, man!
[SIGHS] Argh!
[CONTINUES VIBRATING]
- [TEZ ON VOICE MAIL] Hello?
- Tez!
[TEZ] Joke, leave a message.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Tez, I am locked in a basement
at Melville's Memorabilia.
You have to call Inspector Burton and...
[PITBULL TALKING INDISTINCTLY]
Oh, God. They're coming!
[RECEIVER CLANKS]
[GERRY] Oh, yes.
[PITBULL] Get more,
later if we're lucky.
[PITBULL GRUNTS]
This is enough to keep
you busy, hey, G-man?
I think there's about six,
What is it, per box or something?
[PITBULL] Yeah, yeah, about , .
Should've been more, as well.
I can't really fit much more.
[PHONE BEEPS]
[AUTOMATED MESSAGE] You
have one new message.
[MRS. SIDHU ON VOICEMAIL]
Tez, I am locked
in a basement at Melville's Memorabilia.
You have to call Inspector Burton and...
Papaji, you know, she's
losing her mind, right?
[MRS. SIDHU] Oh, God. They're coming.
Mum?
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DIALLING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
Burton.
[TEZ ON PHONE] Hello,
Inspector, it's Tez.
Sidhu. My mum's locked in a basement.
- She's what?
- [TEZ] At Melville's Memorabilia.
I think she's in trouble.
Something about a missing Kn*fe.
[SIREN WAILING]
[DOLLS CLANKING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
You got an hour to sort the lot.
- An hour?
- Aye.
[GERRY SIGHS]
Wee toot?
Huh. Speed yourself up.
I-I-I never get high on my own supply.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
What's that?
You've still got a landline?
[SCOFFS] What are you, my nan?
You gonna answer it?
Huh.
[CONTINUES RINGING]
[SIGHS] f*ck's sake!
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
[CLANKS]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[PITBULL] What the...
Who the hell are you?
- Mrs. Sidhu?
- Hello, darlings!
I was just looking for
the little girls room.
[MRS. SIDHU CHUCKLES]
You been at my gear?
- Your what?
- Uh, you've got a...
[TENSE MUSIC]
- Hi, sorry.
- Uh, uh...
Who sent you?
Huh? Who do you work for?
Hmm, no one, I'm my own
boss, thank you very much.
She's just a caterer.
Lovely to, to meet you both.
- I think I'll be off.
- Yeah.
Eh, no, no, no, no.
You're not going anywhere.
I-I really didn't see anything,
my eyesight is terrible.
Right.
Sit down.
Go on!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Honestly...
[MRS. SIDHU BREATHING HEAVILY]
I won't.. I-I-I won't say
anything to the police.
I mean, they never take
me seriously anyway.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
You need to get rid of her.
Oh, come on, she's harmless,
she's just an old...
[MRS. SIDHU] Indian auntie.
I mean... It's like I'm
not even here, isn't it?
Business is business.
Now you get that unpacked, sunshine.
I'll get someone to deal with her.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
Yeah, it's me, alright, can ya hear me?
You what? No. I can't hear ye. Hold on.
[MUSIC INTENSIFIES]
[PITBULL] Aye, can you hear me now?
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Look, I, uh, I've got
a wee problem, yeah.
[GRUNTS]
- [SIGHS]
- Ah, frick!
What have you done?
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[BURTON] Yeah, what have you done?
[LINE RINGING]
Requesting backup, and an ambulance.
Melville's Memorabilia,
Old Green Lane. Yep.
Would you two care to explain?
Well...
[PHONE BEEPING]
How long you been
importing dr*gs, Gerry?
No comment.
You were supplying to
Artie Melville, weren't you?
- No comment.
- No problem.
[BURTON] I've got all your
comments on this phone.
With conversations that match
Bridget Anderson's phone records.
"Shut your effing mouth or
they'll effing k*ll you."
I mean, you can't even swear properly.
Gerry?
How do you...
end up wrapped around people like this?
Oh, come on, Gerry, I know
you're up to your ears in debt.
Were you scared,
that you're gonna loose this business
that your father put his life into?
I was just trying to make things
better for dad's retirement.
H-he doesn't have a pension,
he put everything into this shop.
[INHALES]
It was his world.
Especially after mum d*ed.
Of course.
[GERRY] Dad refused to go online,
he wanted the customers
to have a real experience.
But the...
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[GERRY] The debts were
becoming too stressful,
I-I needed an escape.
[INHALES]
So I started smoking a bit of weed.
Took the edge off. Helped me sleep.
But didn't help pay our debts.
Until one night, this
lad delivers my weed.
[SIGHS]
And we end up getting stoned together.
Joking about smuggling
gear in the dolls,
had a right laugh about it.
But next day...
he calls me and he says the dolls...
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
It's not just funny, it's genius.
And if I help them,
then they'll, they'll sort
me out some proper cash.
Perfect cover.
Sleepy little shop like this.
And it was just weed.
I mean, technically, it
should be legalised anyway.
I never agreed to this though!
And I've been trying
to get out of it, but...
[SIGHS]
They just sucked me back in.
Why did you push dr*gs
on Artie Melville?
No, I didn't push anything on Artie.
He wanted more, and I said no,
he told me that if I
didn't get it for him
then he'd go elsewhere.
At least I knew this stuff was good.
But Bridget found out, didn't she?
[TENSE MUSIC]
Oh.
And she was already volatile,
because she knew she'd just been written
out of "Swordmaster," and
you thought this would
tip her over the edge.
You thought that she'd
go and tell everyone
about your little side hustle.
So you arranged to meet her in the spot
at Ravenslair woods, and
that's where you silence her.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[GERRY] No! No! I took the Kn*fe,
but only as a warning.
You find the keys?
[CHUCKLES] Yeah, I'm an idiot.
They were in my inside
pocket the whole time.
If she went to the police,
they'd k*ll her... or me or Artie.
[LAMENT MUSIC]
So I needed her to wake up.
[SCOFFS]
But she, she just laughed.
I had a Kn*fe to her throat.
And she just laughed at me.
Called me a "sad little man."
[SIGHS]
And she grabbed the Kn*fe,
said she was gonna k*ll me.
I managed to get it back off her, but...
uh, it went into her...
and I could see I couldn't save her.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIGHS]
My heart was thumping.
And I went into the zone.
A-a-and it was like I was gaming.
[SIGHS]
And then, I slit her throat.
Just like Zestra did to Harkus.
Make it look like a deranged fan.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SNIFFLES]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[BURTON] Gerry Melville,
I'm arresting you for the
m*rder of Bridget Anderson.
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.
Take him away.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[SIGHS]
So-sorry, do you mind if I just...
- There, take, take that.
- Mmm.
Should have left it on. I
love winding up the neighbours.
Yeah, it's not all you like winding up.
But you did alright.
Partner?
Go on, you were gonna
say it, weren't you?
No.
I was gonna say, Mrs. Sidhu.
But then I worked out I didn't
know what your actual name was.
Mrs. Sidhu will do fine, thank you.
Oh, you did alright, Mrs. Sidhu!
[MRS. SIDHU] Actually,
I've got a, got a load
of leftovers that I need
to cook up, do you fancy...
No, I've, er...
got some packing I
need to do. Next time.
Ha! You said it!
That's not what I meant!
Na, you can't take it back. Too late!
Goodbye, Mrs. Sidhu.
[CAR DOORS CLOSING]
[PHONE VIBRATING]
[SOFT MUSIC]
- Gerry.
- Dad.
You alright, son?
[GERRY] I've had better days.
Listen, dad...
you need to tend to the garden.
[GRUNTS]
[STAN GRUNTING]
Oh.
[GRUNTING]
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[SIZZLING]
Admit it, you're a little bit proud.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
[DOOR OPENING]
- Oh, Hi!
- Oh, Selene, Hi!
Where's Ema today?
- Oh, she's got a new job.
- Oh.
- Here.
- Oh, smells divine.
Your food is heaven.
It's the main thing keeping dad going.
Do you know it's even
got him writing again?
Wow, wonderful.
Oh, no, no, this one's on me.
- Gosh, are you sure?
- Absolutely.
Thank you.
If there's ever anything
we can do for you, just ask.
Um...
Write me a review?
[LAUGHS] Absolutely!
[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC]
What did they say?
They want their sword back.
Aw.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Lunch time!
Yes, please!
[EDDIE] Looks gorgeous.
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[TEZ] Who'd have thought, eh?
dr*gs bust and m*rder
in leafy Berkshire.
Hmm, you never know what
goes on behind closed doors.
The world's run by crooks, innit?
Innit, though?
[MUSIC CONTINUES]
[THEME MUSIC]