23x01 - The Blacktrees Prophecy

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They've launched.

I repeat, they've launched!

This is not a drill.

Find shelter,
hug your loved ones.

This is it people, this is
everything we've ever feared.

Can you believe
they actually did it?

Those morons!

They're gonna k*ll us all!

They've launched!

- Wake up!
- They've launched

- What?
- Listen!

Can you believe
they actually did it?

Those morons!

They're gonna k*ll us all.

C'mon, c'mon!

I forgot my phone.

You go ahead,
I'll-I'll catch up.

Etta, are you there?

Come in!

You need to get to the bunker!

The whole world has gone
to bloody hell.

Stu? Pick up goddam you!

As soon as you get this message

grab Etta
and get to the shelter.

Oh, yeah.

Stu...

let me know
as soon as you get here

and I'll unlock the door
for you and Etta.

Right.

I always knew
it would be like this.

I always knew this would happen.

I was right!

So damn them all!

Hello, Warren.

Do you feel safe and sound
in your bunker?

I'm so glad

because you have two minutes
to live.

As you breathe your last breath,

remember you brought this
on yourself!

My God, it's stopped!

Five, thee, two...

No. Five, two...

What is it?

It's my mum.

I can't believe it.

I mean, only last week she said

she was thinking about having
a new kitchen fitted

and now she's gone...

and booked it!

I mean, of course she'll have to
move out while it's being done!

Just to be clear, your mother...

Is coming to stay.

Winter.

Fleur?

Victim is
Dr. Warren Kaine.

First indications are
he suffocated to death.

Probably less than
a few hours ago,

I'd say around 6:00 a.m.

- Who found him?
- His wife Clodah.

Are you sure that he suffocated?

I just mean
that there's no bruising

around the nose or mouth

where someone would have
held him down.

This was hands free.

It'll be easier to show you.

k*ller reconfigured
the venting system...

and sucked all the oxygen out.

The door's bombproof,

the shelter's airtight.

I doubt he lasted long.

- Sorry, did you say bombproof?
- I know a bit about this, sir.

It's called doomsday prepping.
I've got an uncle who dabbles.

Which mainly involves
going to his garage

and stocking up on beer
and crisps.

I'd say our victim was
a tad more prepared.

There's enough supplies
for months on end

food, medicines, toilets, beds.

It's better stocked than
a rock star's tour bus.

And I should know,
I've been on a few.

How easy would it be
to tamper with this?

I'd say you'd need a good level
of technical expertise.

Well, thank you, Fleur.

Before you both lumber off...

prior to his demise...

he called two numbers.

We're looking for
a Mrs. Clodagh Kaine.

You've found her.

You're not the first
to give that look

most people think
I'm Warren's daughter.

Please, come in.

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your husband,

but I'm afraid we need to ask
you a few questions.

Of course, anything to help.

When was the last time you saw
your husband alive?

I can't believe
I'm going to say this

but it was just after
the missiles were launched.

Missiles?

There was a nuclear alert.

This voice on Warren's radio

was urging him to get to safety.

"Those morons,
they're going to k*ll us all."

Or something like that.

But you didn't follow him?

Warren had done this
half a dozen times

over the last few years.

If it wasn't an earthquake
it was a comet.

And one time there was even
a swarm of k*ller bees.

But none of them ever
materialised.

So you didn't take this thr*at
seriously?

Have you ever lived with
a person on high alert 24/7?

It's exhausting.

Was it always the same
alert procedure?

No. Warren could get his
information from anywhere.

He could've opened a
fortune cookie and believed it.

This voice you heard,
was it male or female?

Um, neither.
It was electronic.

Warren took off
like a startled hare.

The bunker was locked,
how did you get in?

About an hour ago
when he hadn't come home

I dug out the code for the door.

I could never remember it,
so I kept it in a drawer.

And your husband d*ed between
two and three hours ago.

The shelter's what, a ten minute
walk from your house?

Like I said,
it was becoming exhausting.

So, I went back to bed.

We believe your husband
was lured to the bunker.

Do you know of anyone

who might send him
a hoax warning?

He'd been the village GP
for years.

He was loved and well respected.

I mean, some thought
the prepping was a bit much

but not to that extent.

One more thing,

I noticed some lockers
in the bunker

with various letters on them.

They're for the members
of Warren's prepper group.

Etta does odd jobs
in the village

and Stu bartends
at The Huntsman's Horn.

That's where Warren holds his...

that's where he held
his meetings.

Get onto tech,
see if they could work out

where the hoax originated from.

Anything else?

Well, given the world
was about to end,

I'd like to know why only
Warren made it to the bunker

Etta Derby?

Ah, cute!

You might be worth saving
when the world goes to pot.

I'm here about Warren Kaine.

Apparently,
he rang you this morning?

Not as far as I know.

Well, his sat-phone
would say otherwise.

He rang you just before
he was k*lled.

Sorry... Warren's dead?

And you were one of the last
people he tried to contact.

Why do you always do this to me?

What do you mean
the price has gone up?

Don't get cheap on me, Randall.

I'm-I'm risking prison bagging
game for Medora's fancy menu...

Shh!
Randall, the police are here.

What?

We-we'll all get arrested
if they see this!

I'll get rid of him, just go.

- Hide that animal!
- Alright, okay.

Ah, this is Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Hello.

You'll never believe
what's happened.

Chief Inspector?

I'm looking for a Stu Levy.

Hi.

Etta, are you there?

Come in!

You need to get to the bunker.

The whole world's gone
to bloody hell.

The one time I forget
to charge my phone!

I would have thought that
it was a prerequisite.

Just in case the apocalypse...

Oh, here we go.
Another mickey taker.

The village is full of them.

I'm merely suggesting
it does seem odd

that you didn't have
your phone to hand,

you know, in case
a super volcano erupts...

I'm surprised
you know about them.

Blame my uncle.

Anyway, where were you around
6:00 this morning?

Snuggled up in here.

Me and Stu had had
a bit of a bust up.

You're a couple then?

Maybe not for much longer.

And you never left the camper?

I didn't have any reason to.

And if you had got his message,

how long would it take you
to get to the bunker?

Fair bit longer than Warren.
But that was the plan.

He'd get there first
and then he'd let me in

when I arrived.

You got on well with Warren?

Very much so.

People like him and me
represent humanity's last hope.

Because believe me,
Armageddon's on its way.

So, Warren's dead?

And you were the last person
he called.

To warn you of a nuclear att*ck.

Looks like they missed.

Sorry.

I had my phone on silent.

Thank God, though, otherwise,
I'd be another dead body

in the shelter.

Wait, did he call Etta as well?
Is she alright?

He did, but as far as we know

she didn't make it
to the shelter.

Where were you around 6:00
this morning?

Sorry, just need to grab these.

I was in the cottage
across the road.

I'm-I'm house sitting
for a friend.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Why would they need to?

Oh, uh, I can.

I saw Stu in his living room
when I was out jogging.

That's, that's right.

I'd just opened the curtains
as you waved.

I almost tripped over a manhole
cover in the process.

The prepper group meet here
most Wednesday nights.

It's the highlight
of my dad's week.

Your father being?

Guy. Guy Burrows.

He joined Warren's group
when we moved here.

He loves it.

Everyone's gotta
have a hobby, right?

Judging from
the state-of-the-art bunker,

I'd say they take it
pretty seriously.

Well, not that
the rest of us do.

Though if their fears
do come true,

I reckon I could sprint into
that bunker

quicker than anyone
in the village.

Would you know why

Clodagh Kaine didn't mention
your father?

She didn't?

She's a bit of an airhead.

Sir?

Any luck with Etta Derby?

No alibi and her phone was off.
What about you?

Mr. Levy's phone was apparently
on silent

though he does have an alibi.

Want me to see if anyone can
corroborate Etta's whereabouts?

Let's talk to
a Guy Burrows first.

It appears he's also
in the prepper group.

Stay calm, he's gone.

Are you talking about Warren
or the policeman?

Go and pay Stu for the deer...
dear.

I told Warren run continual
tests on the equipment.

Nothing is infallible.

Shelters have got to do

the one thing that
they're supposed to do.

I mean, imagine if there'd been
real missiles.

The air vent was deliberately
tampered with.

Are you serious?

Clodagh didn't come
into the shop so I rang her.

I can't believe it.

Paige, this is Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby

and Detective Sergeant Winter.

They're here about Warren.

She said you don't think
it was an accident.

We know it wasn't.

Had Warren upset anyone
recently?

No, uh, not that I know of.

Are you sure about that,
Mr. Burrows?

What does that mean?

We know you're
a member of the prepper group

but there's no record
of Warren calling you

this morning when apparently...

The world was about to explode.

Warren's mind would have been
on just one thing

getting to the shelter

I would have been
exactly the same.

He managed to phone Etta Derby

and Stu Levy
in his apparent panic.

Well, that's not to say he
wasn't going to phone me next.

Obviously, he just didn't get
the chance.

Hang on a minute,
when did this all happen?

Around six o'clock this morning.

I was still at the fire station.

I'm a part-time volunteer,
I was covering night shift.

Were you there alone?

I was.

But my husband would never
desert his post.

He's one of life's saviours.
Aren't you, Guy?

Assuming Warren had called you,
what would have happened?

Well, presumably you'd abandon
the fire station then?

Immediately.

I'd call my family,
tell them to get to the shelter

and I would go straight there.

But I mean, it's a moot point,

the situation would never arise.

Prepping is just a bit of fun,
Chief Inspector,

it's not actual life and death.

I'm afraid it was
for Warren Kaine.

The victim could probably
last a minute without oxygen.

Which was ample time
to get to the door

and punch in the code.

I tried it myself.

So what prevented Warren
from doing so?

This...

was laced with an unhealthy
amount of amphetamines.

Three or four slugs

and he wouldn't have known
his arse...

I think we get the picture.

So the k*ller was in the bunker?

Could've left fingerprints.

There are fingerprints
everywhere

but none that match any
on record.

Any thoughts as to
where the amphetamines

might have come from?

There's a medical cabinet
in the shelter jam packed

with all manner
of prescription dr*gs.

Including enough amphetamines

to make a herd of elephants
dance the Can Can.

Was the cabinet locked?

Wide open.

I'd say someone laced
the whiskey

knowing for certain
Warren would see it

and down it immediately.

Which implies the k*ller is
someone who knew Warren well?

Well, let's talk
to Clodagh Kaine again.

Only this time we're not looking
for Warren's enemies,

we're looking for his friends.

I came as soon as I could.

How are you doing?

How do you think?

I'm finally free of Warren.

Clodagh, what are you
doing here?

You didn't need to come in.

Anything's better than sitting
at home drowning in scotch.

Well, actually that was my first
thought but I couldn't find any.

Well, I wish
I could cheer you up.

But it's official, I've had
a notice of repossession.

Stuff that.

Well, I wish I could,
but it won't change anything.

But I know what will, darling.
Warren's life insurance.

You can't plough that
into my shop.

Correction. Our shop.

Obviously I'd have to take
a controlling interest.

But think of it this way,

you get to be
around your beloved books

and I get to be in business
with my best friend.

Every nuclear cloud
has a silver lining.

Mrs. Kaine.

Have you found
who did it already?

No.

But we did find amphetamines
in your husband's whiskey.

He was drugged.

Who knew he would definitely
drink that whiskey?

Uff...

Well, that'd be
half the village.

He was the world's worst
panicker,

the slightest thing had him
reaching for the bottle.

How are your electrical skills,
Mrs. Kaine?

Ask Paige.

I changed a plug here once
and blew the electrics.

Yeah, I can vouch for that.

I had to get Etta Derby
in to fix it.

Is that all?

Only I have to use dear Warren's
life insurance to save a shop.

And before you scowl at me,

that's what he was all about,
saving things.

The planet, the people,
everything and anything.

Even bookshops.

As a matter of course,

we always check
the beneficiaries

of a victim's will.

And it seems that your husband
wasn't insured.

No, check again.

We sat down and did it together.

And it was a rather chunky sum.

I called his solicitor
on the way here

and Warren cancelled it
a long time ago.

Apparently, he didn't think
there was much point.

After all, who would be left
to make a pay out

in the event of say,
an alien invasion?

"Alien invasion?"

That panicky alarmist buffoon!

For once I thought he'd actually
done some good.

Well, you do still get
the farmhouse

and of course
the nuclear shelter.

Who'd want to live next door
to a death trap?

I can't believe
he did that to me.

See what you can find
on Clodagh and Paige.

It appears they both thought

they would benefit
from Warren's death.

If he wasn't scared of
little green men.

Oh, that's tech sir.

Looks like they've found
the source of the hoax.

Seems it was coming
from the forest.

Oh, I assume you're eager
to check it out?

These are brand new shoes, sir.

Well, it'll give you the chance
to break them in.

So, I should look into
Clodagh and Paige...

Just as soon as you get back.

How are your powers
of observation, Winter?

Hopefully better than
my sense of direction.

I'm looking at photos
of the lockers in the bunker.

You know what don't I see?

I don't know, beer and crisps?

The lockers are labelled
as follows

W for Warren, C for Clodagh,
S for Stu and E for Etta.

But what letter isn't there?

Ah, G? As in G for Guy.

Which explains why
Warren didn't call him.

Guy doesn't have a place
in the shelter.

And I'd like to know why.

Freeze!

Unless you wanna lose a foot.

Have you got a licence for this?

You ask Stu Levy about that.

Wait, I didn't catch your name!

Lyra.

Oh, where's the younger version
of you?

Only there's a spare space
in the shelter now.

I'll be sure
to let D.S. Winter know.

Well, I'm serious.

We'll need someone to help
kick-start the human race again.

And he looks like
he's got some good genes.

Did you not see
all the powdered milk

and baby stuff in the shelter?

Prepping isn't just
about survival...

it's also about rebirth.

Hence, um, Warren having
a much younger wife?

Hmm, it's just a shame

Clodagh never bought into
his Adam and Eve vibe.

Did that cause problems
between them?

Possibly.

I mean, I never saw her
at any of the group meetings,

that's for sure.

Talking of which,

do you know why Guy
is no longer in the group?

Tsk. Couldn't care less.

Just means when the time comes,
the rations'll last longer.

Sweet...

So you set this all up
yourself then, did you?

I'm not just a lined face.

I take it you're a prepper
as well then.

Me? No.

I'm just eking out an existence

since I quit my job
at Dallow Pharma.

The virology centre
in the next village?

You were a scientist?

That's Guy Burrows' field.

He told us he was a fireman.

In his spare time.

His day job
he researches viruses.

Well, he would, wouldn't he?

That's what humanity's
heroes do, don't they?

I was in charge of maintenance
and security...

'til I decided to Opt Out.

I'm here to talk about
the hoax message

that you sent Warren Kaine.

Have you been picking
wild mushrooms? What hoax?

Warren was m*rder*d
this morning.

He was suffocated in his shelter

after you sent a nuclear warning
at precisely 6:00 a.m.

See this lot here?

I trekked down to
the supermarket this morning,

I was scavenging the bins for
the food that they throw out.

Did anyone see you?

Well, no, the whole point is
you're not seen.

I used to be a widely
respected wife of the local GP.

I don't really want to be seen
with my head in a bin.

You and Warren were married?

He was my personal apocalypse
I'm afraid, yes.

Until I grew too old for him
and he threw me out.

It's a strange thing when you
reach your sell by date.

But inevitable if you knew
Warren's beliefs.

Inevitable in what way?

Well, I can hardly restart
the human race at my age, can I?

You got divorced and he took up
with a younger woman?

Well, she's not particularly
young now.

You think he would have
traded her in as well?

Ruthlessly so, yes.

He'd have swept Clodagh's
entire life away,

just like he did mine.

When did you last see Warren?

Well, oddly enough,
he came to see me the other day.

Haven't seen him for years.

He was scared.

I mean, Warren was always scared

but... this time he looked
really spooked.

Did he mention why?

Well, he mumbled
something but I was too busy

trying to send him packing.

He ruined my life, remember?

- Oi, that's cheating!
- Can you just stop it!

- Hey, that's not fair!
- That's not fair?

- You cheated again!
- Can you not...

- Stop!
- Hey, hey, hey, can you not...

- Stop doing that!
- He's got me, he's got me!

Hey, no, no!

- Cheat!
- No, it's you.

You're not concentrating.

Zane, are you gonna say
something?

About what?

About Warren obviously.

What's to say?
He's dead.

He's shuffled off to some
nuclear shelter in the sky.

Someone k*lled him, Zane.

- Don't look at me.
- I'm not.

It's more the really scary thing
that dad could've been trapped...

No, no, no, do not call
him dad. He is not my dad.

- That's been made very clear.
- Oh, c'mon Zane.

You're driving us all mad
with this!

Do you know, Warren did that,
not me!

Zane!

Zane, come on! Please!

Oh, well, these need to go.

All of them. They're just
a bunch of lies, aren't they?

Zane!

Guy's not here.

I'm not actually sure
where he is to be honest.

Then perhaps you can tell me

why your husband is no longer
in the prepper group.

What are you talking about?
Of course he is.

He's been a member for years.

There are several lockers
in the bunker,

each assigned
with an initial letter,

but there's no G for Guy.

Ah, there must be a mistake.

I mean, Guy goes out
every Wednesday night

to the Huntsman's
for a prepper meeting.

Inspector Barnaby?

And Becky, you work in the pub,

have you seen your father
at these meetings?

I-I don't work Wednesdays.
I do a spin class.

- Well?
- I've got a new plan.

This is our turning point, Guy.

It's gonna get out
sooner or later,

you and I, so why not now?

Hang on.

Paige is already in pieces over
the repossession letter

so, you know,
she's miserable anyway.

Clodagh, I don't think
it quite works this way.

I'm gonna sell up,

get us out of this
Godforsaken place.

What if I buy the shelter
from you?

Would that help things?

No. No, it wouldn't.

When this started, you said
you wanted to rescue me, Guy.

That's what you promised...

Just hear me out.

I have savings that Paige
doesn't know about.

Her bookshop's going under and
you're hiding money from her?

I'm a survivalist, Clodagh.

Of course, I'm gonna
have a contingency fund.

Well then, let's live off that
until this place sells.

Let's just sit tight...

for now, please?

You were meant to be my saviour,

but I'm not really feeling
that right now.

I'll work something out.
I promise.

So, when was the last time

Guy Burrows attended
a prepper meeting?

I couldn't say for sure.

I skipped those nights.

Couldn't bear all that talk
about the end of days.

Mr. Levy?

Ah, it must be weeks ago.

Yeah, yes, it's got to be
around a month

since Warren threw Guy out.

- He did?
- Ah, yeah.

And how did Guy feel about that?

Somewhere between enraged
and furious.

Which is why I was surprised
to see them

in here together again.

When was this?

- Couple of days ago.
- I don't recall that.

Because you were in bed
with a cold.

Becky had to cover for you.

And how were things
between them?

Strained.

Yeah, Warren saw something
that scared him.

I dunno what, but Guy told him
he was being stupid

and that he'd prove it

if it meant that he could get
back in the group again.

Then they saw me
and took it outside.

What would it mean to Guy

not having a place
in the bunker?

It would drive him crazy.

When I started the prepper group
with Warren

we, we said it was
for the good of mankind.

But in truth it was all about
saving ourselves.

You're also a prepper?

Oh, God no.
I quit that years ago.

It wasn't for me,
but for a fanatic like Guy

survival's everything.

Who knows what lengths
he'd go to.

Sir...

- I met with a Lyra Kaine...
- In a moment, Winter.

First get onto uniform,
I want Guy Burrows picked up.

What are those for?

Soften the blow
of the repossession letter.

Aw!

You always look after me,
don't you?

You, me and the kids...
us against the world.

Wait a minute.

How did you know
about the letter?

It came here to the shop.

Um, I'm pretty sure
that you told me actually.

Listen, Guy,
the police have been round

and they want to know
why you lied

about being
in the prepper group.

And, right now,
I want to know as well.

Um...

I need to get back to the, uh,
fire station.

No, you're not going anywhere

until you've told me
what's going on!

Paige, I'm doing this
for all of us, I promise.

Just bear with me, please.

What is this?

I didn't know
we were decorating.

I'm just touching up
a few patches.

You know how my mother
likes to point out

every little imperfection.

I'm sure we'll all be having
far too much fun

for her to even notice.

- Morning!
- What's all that?

Survival rations.

Sir asked me to pick up
some beer and crisps.

- Survival rations?
- Not survival rations.

Winter's got it all wrong.
Haven't you, Winter?

Yes, yes, I have.

Hmm, you see,
I thought it would be nice

to have a few things in
for when your mum comes to stay.

Yes. They're for your mum.

So I'll just, um...

I'll put them in...
in the garage.

I'll just put them
in the garage.

If you're thinking of
sneaking off into the garage

while my mother's here.

Nobody's sneaking anywhere.

It's, it's Winter,
he gets confused.

Sir!

Fleur?

It's a new one on me.

Death by lifeboat.

Odds on it came from Warren's
nuclear shelter.

Ah, the victim's phone.

Soon as we get access

I'll see
if there's anything of note.

Two people k*lled
by the very things

they thought would save them.

Hmm, you think it's a message?

Well, if it isn't,
why go to all this trouble?

Sir, apparently Paige Burrows
has turned up at the office.

Thank you for coming in.

I appreciate,
this is a very difficult time.

Someone k*lled my husband,
of course I'm gonna come in.

Can you tell us why Guy went

into the forest
yesterday afternoon?

He got a text...

said it was the fire station.

And you?

I stayed at home.

I went to bed early.

It hadn't been the best of days,

I just wanted to hide
under my duvet.

We now know that
Guy went to meet Warren

a few weeks after he was kicked
out of the prepper group.

What do you mean
he was kicked out?

Warren didn't want your husband
in the group anymore.

Oh, my god.

Mrs. Burrows?

- Mum.
- Oh, that man.

That wretched awful man.

Hadn't he hurt Guy enough?

Warren turned up at our door
about a month ago

and told Zane
that he'd been adopted.

We'd made the decision
not to ever tell him.

We wanted him to always feel
like he was ours

and we were his.

And Warren just marched in,

said what he had to say
and then stormed out.

If you'd kept such a big secret
from your son,

how did Warren know about it?

Before we moved to Blacktrees

I was having trouble...

bonding with Zane...

so I went to my GP.

And when we moved here,

I switched to Warren's practice,

so obviously he had access
to my medical history.

You didn't think to report it
to the medical body?

Well no, Guy said we had to keep
a lid on it for Zane's sake.

He was adamant that no one else
would find out.

What I don't understand though,

after all that, is why would
your husband pretend

to still be a member
of Warren's prepper group?

Look, I-I really have no idea.

So what was he really doing,
Mrs. Burrows?

How would I know?

He told me he was going
to the meetings.

Every Wednesday night,
without fail.

And that idea didn't bother you?

My son was hurting.

Helping him was and still is

my number one priority.

Listen, Guy was Guy.

And nothing, I mean nothing,

would keep him from prepping.

Yes, it hurt that he went,
a lot,

but you have absolutely no idea
how committed he was.

Yeah, it was a way of life
for him.

It came before anything.

So, can you please just stop
trying to twist things

or look for motives or whatever
it is you're trying to do.

'Cause we were
everything to him.

Mum, Zane and me.

And that is the honest truth.

It's true.

Guy even managed to get hold of
the entrance code to the bunker.

And that's because
he wanted all of us to know

that we had
somewhere safe to go.

Even me, despite Warren's
ridiculous remit.

What do you mean that
"he managed

to get hold of the code?"

Well, I mean I never asked Guy

where he got it from.

But he just said,

"Look, if a meteor suddenly
appeared in the sky,

we were all to get to the
shelter as fast as we could."

Is there space for eight people?

Ah, I think dad was just
thinking of us.

So he would get
to the bunker first

and lock the other members out?

Were they aware of that?

Only that wouldn't have made him
very popular.

Well, presumably not.

But Guy would hardly tell them.

He was very smart
when it came to prepping.

He didn't care
about anybody else...

as long as we were safe.

And as crazy as it was...

I loved him for that.

Randall, a little help please!

Stu?

Becky?

In here!

Hey! Come on!

- Randall, what the hell?
- Hey, you have a drink with me!

I'm raising a glass to the dead

but she won't,
she won't drink with me?

He keeps doing this, saying all
sorts of weird things.

- She won't drink, she won't.
- Thank you.

I've got it from here.
Thanks, Becky.

- A glass of water, please?
- Yeah.

Okay.

You promised me.

You swore you'd never touch
another drop again.

Hey, I've only had one.

Okay then.

Come on, let's have a lie down,
shall we?

- Guy and Warren have gone.
- Yeah.

And they, they were right,
weren't they?

The world is ending.

This one is gonna be
one person at a time

until there's nobody left.

Okay.

- Now I need to, um...
- Randall, please don't.

- No, I need to, uh...
- Randall, come here!

Medora, what's going on?

What have you found out about
Paige Burrows so far?

Well, I haven't got round
to it yet, you sent me

into the woods, remember?

No time like the present.

And while you're about it,

delve into the son, Zane.

Warren snatched away everything

he's spent his life
believing in.

How long do you think
it would take the k*ller

to get from where the hoax was
broadcast to Warren's bunker?

It's not that far actually

but the terrain's
pretty heavy going.

Given Warren had to
drink the whiskey

and the amphetamines needed time
to take effect,

I'd say he was probably dead
within...

two or three minutes
of arriving at the bunker.

Could the k*ller have made it
in that time?

Fancy another walk?

I had a feeling
we'd be going back there.

No sign of Lyra Kaine?

No, none.

Though I have to say
it's surprisingly cosy in there.

Is it?

Oh, get over to the bunker then.
I'll time you.

You're the one with the wellies,
sir. I'll time you.

Oh, you'll be quicker.

After all
you're prime genetic stock

according to Etta Derby.

Tsk, fine.

If you can hear me,

it's highly unlikely anyone
could have made it

to the shelter in the time.

Someone had to have been lying
in wait for Warren.

I was afraid of this.

One person to send the hoax

and another to
operate the air vent.

I think we're looking for
two K*llers working in tandem.

I want everything you can find
on Becky Burrows and Stu Levy.

Hey, you!

I've found another body,
this way.

That's Lyra Kaine.

There.

What on earth are you
doing in the forest?

You hate it here.

I can't find her.

I don't remember where she is.

- You need to come home.
- I need to go back in.

No! No, no, no,
you need to come home with me.

We've had enough
madness for one day.

Thank you for calling me.
Lyra.

I didn't recognise you with
your head out of the bin.

I take it you two don't get on?

We used to.

Until Randall turned into
an intolerable drunk overnight.

Mrs. Kaine, how well do you know
Stu Levy?

I don't.

We know that he
comes to your tent.

No, he doesn't.

He sets the odd trap nearby

but the man's a ghost,
there one minute, gone the next.

Knows the forest
better than even I do.

- How about Becky Burrows?
- Becky?

I've not set eyes on her
in years.

Forgot to thank you
for giving me that alibi.

I said it without thinking.
Don't know why.

I bet you do know.
If you really think about it.

Well, I guess I was just worried

they'd find out
about you poaching.

Oh, baba, you were
worried about me?

I like the sound of that.

So how about I thank you
properly? Over a drink.

- Etta might not like that.
- Well, Etta's not invited.

Plus, we're still not
talking anyway so...

- Alright.
- Hmm?

Date it is then.

- But not a drink.
- No? Well, what then?

You'll find out.

Lyra could've sent the message.

She was angry and lost
after Warren traded her in

for a younger
childbearing model.

But why would she
act on that now

and not before?
And who would help her?

I know that Stu Levy sets
animal traps close to her tent.

Trouble is, he's got an alibi.

Well, apart from Warren
she didn't mention

any other visitors
or any friends for that matter.

What did Warren want?

Lyra said that he was scared,

it seemed that
something had spooked him.

Which is what Stu Levy
told me about Warren

when he saw him talking
to Guy in the pub.

Maybe he heard more
than he realises.

I think we should find out.

No one home as far as I can see.

Stu told me he was
in his living room

when Becky waved to him. But...

They couldn't possibly
have seen each other.

Which means they're both lying.

Becky.

I don't seem to be able
to do this in person.

Um...

And we never get
the time to talk,

you're always busy working
and I don't feel like

I've ever been
able to find the time

to get the right moment...

and this seems to be
the best way, easiest way,

for me to say what I need to.

Well, you know, it turns out

that we're not
actually siblings.

Well, the truth is
I think I've liked you

without realising
I've liked you.

If that makes any sense.

What are you doing?
That is your sister!

She's not though, is she?

And I need her
to know how I feel.

Your father is dead and this is
all you can think of doing?

My father is someone else.
And you know what?

- So is my mother!
- Oh, fine!

Go and find them, then,
but if they didn't want you back

then why would
they want you now?

- We need to talk to Becky.
- She's not here.

Please, just leave us alone!

See these. That's from a mother
and her baby.

Probably came this way
about 20 minutes ago.

Not sure I could k*ll a mother,
let alone a baby.

There's not gonna be
any k*lling today,

wouldn't be very romantic,
would it?

You must know this
forest so well.

Yeah. Every silent inch.

What was that?

Don't worry. It's alright,
you're safe with me now.

Becky was here earlier
but Stu's not working today.

Why, have they done something?

Sir? Thanks.

Just had an update
on Guy Burrows phone.

Clodagh Kaine had been
calling or texting him

upwards of six
or seven times a day.

Oh, even money says that's how

Guy came by
the code for the bunker.

You talk to Clodagh while
I try and locate Becky and Stu.

I suppose I did phone Guy
on the odd occasion.

But he's my best friend's
husband, why wouldn't I?

It isn't illegal unless there's
some new law I don't know about.

Well, according to Guy's
phone records you contacted him

a little more than
on the odd occasion.

Look I was lost, okay?

I was in dire need of someone
to come along and rescue me.

From Warren?

You have no idea
what he was like.

He didn't see me as a wife,
he just wanted someone

to breed with when the aliens
dropped from the sky.

That's all he saw me as,
livestock.

So go ahead,
jail me for wanting to be loved.

How did he find out
about your affair?

- I told him.
- Sorry?

I wanted out of my marriage.

I thought he would divorce me,

but instead he
just punished Guy.

But that didn't stop
you and Guy?

Of course not, it made me
want to escape even more.

But that didn't happen.

I really thought
Guy was going to save me.

I needed him to.

Did you give him the code
to the bunker?

Oh, that stupid bunker,
he wouldn't shut up about it.

Please don't tell me
that's what he was really after.

Where were you
yesterday evening?

Sitting in my house wondering
why no one wants me for me.

Does Paige have to
know any of this?

Only she's a very dear friend

and I really don't have
anyone else.

Where the hell have you been?

We're talking again, are we?

I was out,
honing my hunting skills.

Honing your hunting skills?

- Alone?
- What's that mean?

Well, the police have
been looking for you

and Becky Burrows all morning.

You're paranoid.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

Except paranoia is
a good thing, Stu.

Cause it keeps people alive.

Yeah, well, tell that
to Warren and Guy.

They clearly weren't
up to scratch.

It's nice to see you care.

Survival is everything.

And they both failed miserably.

So it's best to cut the chaff
from the wheat now.

I think you might be a little
too intense for me, Etta.

Are you ending it between us?

It's just right now
I'm thinking about

whether I could share
a bunker with you.

And the answer is probably no.

Becky's not getting my place
in the bunker.

Oh, I am warning you, Stu,
that would be a big mistake.

Mr. Levy. At long last.

Surprise!

This is all from
Warren's shelter?

Consider it a part of a
long overdue divorce settlement.

Well, if I ever had a son,
he'd be just like you.

Always looking out for me.

So, would you like to tell me
what's bothering you?

Nothing.

Zane, we don't do secrets.

Okay.

How do you tell someone that
you've fallen in love with them?

Someone's caught your eye?

I've tried to fight it,
but I-I can't.

Well, what are you doing?

Go after her before someone else

steals her from under your nose.

- That can happen?
- It happened to me.

And believe me,
if you don't act now,

you'll never forgive yourself.

Look, Becky only lied to you
because she's into me.

Giving someone a false alibi
is a serious business.

I know, but she's into me
big time.

And, uh, who can blame her?

In fact, we were just in
the forest on a date

which is why you
couldn't find us.

According to Lyra Kaine,

you go to the forest for other
reasons. Namely poaching.

What, and you believe
that old bat?

Were you at the bunker
when Warren was k*lled?

And the truth this time.

Alright.

Okay, I was poaching.

But that's all, I swear.

It's why my phone was on silent.

I didn't want to
scare the deer away.

And for the record,
I really liked Warren.

Even though he was keen for Etta

to help him restart
the human race?

- He had Clodagh.
- Who was seeing Guy.

Are you serious?

And I think you knew Warren
was homing in on Etta.

I don't care.
Anyway, I like Becky now.

Plus, Etta's starting
to weird me out.

How much do you know
about her, Mr. Levy?

As much as she
chooses to tell me.

Which is precisely zilch.

Because I'm cooperating
so nicely,

you'll cut me a deal
on the poaching, right?

Did you see anyone
when you were out

poaching yesterday morning?

I thought I heard someone,
but then when I went to check,

Lyra had just left
one of her stupid films playing.

Can you believe
they actually did it?

Those morons,
they're gonna k*ll us all.

"Can you believe
they actually did it?

Those morons." Of course.

It's the last line
of "The Sum of Their Fears."

- Excuse me?
- Book him for poaching.

Yeah, Winter. I know
who sent the hoax message.

It was Zane Burrows.

Come in, come in.

You've got the choice between
rabbit stew or pork and beans.

Zane, I don't think
we should be in here.

Lunch is served.

I thought we were going
to talk about things...

get you back on your feet.

I reckon two people could
live down here for months,

maybe a year, maybe even longer.

Ah, uh, I don't think
anyone would want to?

You know... I keep trying to
work out how best to do this.

And the way that
I see it is, you know,

there's a new way to look at
this situation we're in.

And that situation is,
is where you're not my sister.

Because you're not, Becks.

Not in any true sense
of the word.

Zane, what are
you talking about?

Hey, Becks, just hear me out.

Whatever's going on with you,
it needs to stop!

Stop?
Just, Becks, wait!

After all I've done
to get us to this moment?

Maybe I've rushed things, maybe
you just need some more time.

It's so peaceful down here.
Yeah?

You know, I-I get why fake dad
coveted it so much.

It's a world within a world.

And it could be
our world, Becky.

- Describe it to me.
- Really?

Maybe you could convince me?

Good people live in it.

Honest people who don't tell you
lies your whole life.

And it's not toxic or bitter.

It's, well...

It's pure.

Good.

It's perfect.

It's Eden.

Where's Zane?

Is that all you do, wander
around looking for my children?

He sent the hoax message
to Warren.

What?

Did you know that
he was going after Warren?

No. No, I did not.

Where was Zane the night
your husband was k*lled?

Well, he was at home with me.

You already told us that
you went to bed early.

- Where is he, Paige?
- Look, my son is not a k*ller.

I think he lured Warren Kaine
to his death.

What? Oh my God.

Well, he's locked me in here.

I'm on my own with him in here.

Mum, he's not being rational.

I know, but I've snuck away,

but he'll start to
wonder where I am.

Becky?

I've found a load of DVDs.

- There's some classics in here.
- Mum, can you hurry please?

It depends what your
version of a classic is.

Come see for yourself.

Can you feel it yet?

It's... paradise.

I, uh, I love this film.

I think it was one of,
one of dad's favourites.

I'll go, find another?

Thanks.

Stay where you are!
Don't move!

You know, I don't see
what the big deal is.

- I just wanted to scare them.
- Them?

Clodagh and Warren.

Because Warren told you
you were adopted?

How do you think it
felt hearing that?

So you decided to take
revenge on Warren.

And you were happy for Clodagh
to be collateral damage?

It wasn't about her.

The idea was to
feed Warren's panic,

give him the fright of his life.

I wanted Warren to know what it
felt like having his world end.

Because that's what
he did to me.

He ended everything.

I don't have a home
or a family or anything

that feels like
it used to anymore.

Who else knew
what you had planned?

- Nobody.
- Lyra perhaps?

I never told a soul.

We know you had to
have an accomplice.

Well, you couldn't have
sent the hoax message

and tampered with
the air vent at the same time.

My message got cut off.

I never got to tell
Warren anything.

Did you get the lifeboat
from the shelter?

No.

The code for the bunker door

is in your house, Zane.

I am not the only
one who knows that.

Look, I sent the message,
I'll admit that,

but I didn't k*ll Warren,
I swear.

So we're just gonna let Zane go?

Well, all he did
was send a message

and that's not enough
to hold him. Yet.

Warren Kaine upset
a lot of people.

Two of whom may have
conspired to k*ll him.

But who would team up with Zane?

Well, let's start with Clodagh.

She was desperate to
get away from Warren.

Only Zane expected her
to be at the bunker

so that rules her out for now.

Mm. Sir.

It turns out that Guy Burrows
had a secret savings account.

- Is there much in it?
- Enough to save a bookshop.

Which gives Paige motive.

Hm, but does she have
the technical knowhow

to tamper with the air vent?

Well, she told us that
she had to get Etta Derby in

to fix her electrics
so possibly not.

Let's not forget that Becky
gave Stu a false alibi.

He says it's because she's
into him' but either of them

could have been at
the bunker that morning.

Becky would've been furious
on Zane's behalf.

But why then k*ll
her own father?

Yeah, and to be fair,
I can't see Stu

having a motive
for either m*rder.

Who else is there?

What about Etta Derby,
the electronics whizz?

Oh, she says she liked Warren
and she's already replaced Guy

in the prepper group so, again,
why would she k*ll them?

I'm still edging towards
Zane sending the hoax message

while Lyra went to the bunker.

Does she have
the technical knowhow?

Definitely, she scavenges all
manner of electronic items

and gets them up
and running in her tent.

Plus, she was employed in
maintenance and security

at the virology centre
that Guy Burrows worked at.

I also noted that Medora

looked pretty handy
with a screwdriver.

And talking of the Salts,
Randall said he was looking

for someone in the forest.
He mentioned a her.

How does he fit into all this?

Two people are m*rder*d

and he immediately
falls off the wagon.

Is that because he helped Zane
and now can't live with it?

He caught it without a net!

Mrs. Salt,
is your husband around?

He's still sleeping it off.

Has he told you
what he was doing in the forest?

From the state he was in,
I don't think he'll remember.

He was looking for someone.
A woman.

He was talking gibberish.

Ask Becky,
she'll back me up on that.

I'd rather ask your husband.

It's the last thing he needs.

Who is the woman
Randall was looking for?

- Is it Lyra Kaine?
- Lyra? God, no.

- He loathes her.
- Then who is it?

Mrs. Salt, two people
have been m*rder*d

so if you know something?

There isn't a woman.

What I mean is, she's long gone.

I was away visiting a friend.

Randall was on his own
that night.

Hey!

Randall lost sight of the woman.

Apparently, Guy Burrows
was on his way home

after working late
at the virology centre.

He saw Randall and stopped
to help find the woman.

She must've tripped
and hit her head or something,

or maybe she couldn't swim.

The shock of it took hold of
Randall and wouldn't let go.

So he climbed inside a bottle

and I've had to fight
like hell to drag him out.

I take it the woman
was someone he knew?

Actually she was
a complete stranger.

Who else apart from you
and Guy knew about this?

No one.
At least as far as I know.

- Do you know the woman's name?
- No, sorry.

You're not going to have to
interview Randall, are you?

I'd hate to think
what it would do to him

if it was all brought up again.

Tell him to call us
when he wakes up, Mrs. Salt.

I need you to go back 20 years,

find out everything you can
about that drowned woman.

What the hell are you doing
in my house?

I don't mind having
the spare room.

- Excuse me?
- This used to be my home.

I thought it was
high time I came back.

I mean Warren can hardly
stop me now, can he?

Get out.

Oh, let's not make a fuss,
shall we?

I belong in this village.

Is that you?

I've been waiting.

Hello?

It's too late for sorry.
I know that.

I know that now.

Please, feel free
to not hold back.

Please.

The house is, uh,
looking lovely.

Well, I'm sure she'll
find fault somewhere.

Well, if she does, I know
a nice nuclear bunker

that's going free.

Is that for her or for us?

I'd say she'd be
very happy there

if it wasn't still
a crime scene.

Look, I know it's not ideal
that your mum's coming to stay

but, um, it'll be fine.

Great. Well, she called
and she'll be here tonight.

Sir, there's no report
anywhere of a woman

being found drowned
in the forest.

Well, double check it.

I already triple checked.

Meet me at the Huntsman's Horn.

There's been another m*rder.

Yeah, okay, we're on our way.

Do we know what time he d*ed?

I'd guess around midnight.

Well, here's something
you don't see every day.

No defence wounds.

Someone comes at you,
your hands go up immediately.

But not Randall's.

He didn't even try
to ward off the blows.

Are you saying he just
accepted his fate?

I'd stake Winter's life on it.

From the angle of the wounds,
I'd say he was kneeling.

So... yes.

He was rather eager
to meet his maker.

I suppose you're going to ask me
where I was last night.

Did I have witnesses?
Did Randall upset someone?

All those dreadful questions.

Did he?

The only person he truly upset
was himself.

Because of a stranger's death
20 years ago?

I'm finding that hard
to believe, Mrs. Salt.

Especially considering there's
no record of a woman drowning.

Your husband welcomed his m*rder
and I need to know why.

Mrs. Salt, did something else
happen that night in the forest?

I've lived with this
for so long now.

Do you know, I almost told you
when you first asked me, but...

Well, that was when
Randall was still alive.

I couldn't believe it.

She waded into
the water and k*lled herself.

They buried her.

They, they dug a grave for her.

They buried her?

Why?

I was too afraid to ask Randall,

in case it would push him
over the edge again.

He begged me not to tell anyone.

Then he left the prepper group
and Guy took his place.

He barely spoke to him
or Warren ever again.

- Was Warren involved as well?
- I don't know.

I thought we'd left this
all behind until he suddenly

decided to head off
into the forest to try

and find that
poor woman's grave.

It would appear
Guy's secret savings account

has come in handy.

Well, it's like Clodagh said.

Preppers are all about saving
things, including bookshops.

We spoke to Medora Salt.

She told us about a woman
that Randall and Guy

had buried in the forest.

Well, Randall's clearly not
the only drunk in that marriage.

It happened around 20 years ago.

We hadn't even
moved here by then.

But Guy was working
at the virology centre.

This is nonsense!
Guy would've told me.

With all due respect,
your husband

hid a lot from you,
Mrs. Burrows.

His secret savings account.

His affair with Clodagh Kaine?

Please tell me that's not true.

She's my best friend,
I can't lose her as well.

I think Guy only did it
to get the code

for the bunker from Clodagh.

- If that helps at all.
- Strangely not.

This body, Mrs. Burrows...

Listen, you are wasting
your time, okay.

Guy never once mentioned it.

But then again,
as you've pointed out,

he was pretty good
at hiding things.

When you looked into
the missing woman,

did you factor in her car?

Sir?

Oh, Medora said
she was driving a car.

Presumably it
would've been reported

as abandoned
if she never returned to it.

- We could identify her that way.
- I'll phone records.

We also need to speak to Lyra.

Maybe she'll know how and why
Warren was involved that night.

Not another trip
into the forest, sir?

Don't worry,
your shoes are safe.

Lyra, you know
the reason Randall Salt left

the original prepper group,
don't you?

He got cold feet.

So it wasn't because
of the woman he and Guy

buried in the forest?

Warren was involved
as well, wasn't he?

Why the need to bury someone
that committed su1c1de?

W-why not just call the police?

Guy said they
would've b*rned her

if they weren't scared
it would attract attention.

b*rned her?
That's rather severe.

Not when you hear why.

She was scared out of her wits.

Please, please,
you have to help me!

For some reason
she'd come into contact

with bio waste and had started
to feel really ill.

I had Guy on the phone
yelling at me

to keep her in our house.

But Warren panicked and slammed
the door in her face.

Guy went to help.

If that virus had got out,
it would've been catastrophic.

Randall said she was
incredibly brave.

She knew she was a thr*at to
the public and had no choice.

Her name was Maddy.
She was 23.

That's about all
anyone knew of her.

You said she came into contact
with bio waste. How?

Look, we were badly
under resourced.

I-I wasn't myself.
I was distracted.

I told her to remove
waste materials

that I hadn't trained
her in handling.

You didn't think to go down
the correct channels

and contain
the outbreak properly?

There was no time.
She was in a car.

She could've driven anywhere.
W-we had to stop the spread.

Guy promised he'd find her
and bring her back

to the virology centre.
But it didn't work out that way.

Surely someone would have
wondered where Maddy had gone?

She was a temp.
She liked to move around.

She never stayed in
one place too long.

So nobody reported her missing.

- And the virus d*ed with her?
- There wasn't a leak.

We ran tests afterwards,

the bio waste
wasn't contaminated.

What, so Maddy was suffering
from a simple bug?

It was all a huge mistake?

Never a day that goes by
when I don't hate myself for it.

I sometimes think
I moved to the forest

just to be in her company.

Sir, a car was found
abandoned at a train station

around the time Maddy drowned.

Guy drove it there
that same night.

It's a good ten miles away
so they thought

they wouldn't trace it
back to Blacktrees.

- Did Maddy have a baby with her?
- Baby?

Not one that I ever saw, no.

I really need to be
packing my things,

I'm moving back to the village.
I've got to go.

So, if there was a baby,
how old would it be now?

More to the point,
where would it be?

I think Maddy's
child is out there.

That's what spooked Warren.

So that's who Zane was
working in tandem with?

I'm not convinced
it needed two people.

Not if the k*ller knew
what Zane had got planned.

All they needed to do
was be at the bunker

at the same time
that Zane sent his hoax message.

Look at that, I'm arriving
and you're leaving.

Yeah, well,
I'm just about done here.

Just need to say my goodbyes.

Sounds like it's the end
of the prepper group.

Well, there'll be others.

So you've found
somewhere to live then?

My old house.
I'm going home, Etta.

- After all these years.
- Ahh, Clodagh must be made up.

Yeah, well, there's always my
old tent if she doesn't like it.

- I need to get my things.
- Happy moving day, Lyra.

- Thank you.
- And listen.

Enjoy it while you can.

You know we're all living
on borrowed time, right?

Well, judging by the time stamp
on the photo of Maddy's car,

the baby would be in
its early twenties.

Fleur, the fingerprints
you found

after Warren Kaine's
m*rder, yeah,

I know there weren't matches,
but can you run them again,

only this time against
a set of prints

you'll find a lot
closer to home?

When we spoke at the station,
you mentioned Warren's remit.

Something that would keep
you out of the bunker

if he had his way.

I need you to explain
exactly what that means.

Good God.

Are you ready
for the end of the world?

Someone knew what
you had planned, Zane.

And I want to know how.

I told you, no one did.

I even went to the forest
to practice so no one heard me.

Oh, someone heard you.
Thank you, Zane. Winter.

So when are you gonna
fill me in, sir?

I think Warren went to Lyra
because he thought

Maddy's baby was living in
the village as an adult,

but later Guy Burrows assured
him that wasn't the case.

How could he know that?

There's only one
possible explanation.

Which is?

Fleur's found a
fingerprint match.

- And we need to find Lyra Kaine.
- Sir?

Lyra was also there that night.

The k*ller hasn't finished.

- Get inside!
- No!

- Do it!
- What are you gonna do?

Burn it down with you in it!

You can go in the tent with an
arrow in your side or without.

- Either suits me.
- Neither suits me..

- Do it, Lyra.
- Stop! There's no need for that.

Not anymore.

It's okay.
I know what happened.

And I understand your anger.
But I can't let you do this.

Can I, Becky?

How did you know?

I saw your empty baby seat.

Warren thought he recognised
your mother in Etta Derby.

He was petrified that she'd
come back to seek vengeance,

but Guy knew different...
and you heard every word.

I was taking the bins out
when I heard Guy begging Warren

about letting him back
in the prepper group.

Telling him all about the baby
he'd found in my mum's car.

And that the baby
definitely wasn't Etta.

So I started thinking.

If Warren knew Zane was adopted
and he also told Paige

she wasn't worth a place
in the bunker...

It could only mean one thing.

She can't have children.

I had to be the baby in the car.
So Guy took me home.

Sold Paige some story
about finding me,

and we all lived
happily ever after.

Until we didn't.

And then you heard Zane
rehearsing his hoax out here.

Soon as I did,
something snapped.

I couldn't think of a more
fitting way to k*ll Warren.

But what about Clodagh,
she wasn't a part of that night?

And you must have known that
Warren would call Stu and Etta.

Well, my plan was to make sure
he was dead before they arrived.

And as for Clodagh,
I saw she hadn't shown up,

so I guess it was her lucky day.

It just wasn't Warren's.

You can watch anything
online these days.

And I mean, Guy had even given
me the means to carry it out.

"Here's the code to
the bunker, Becky.

Here's what you do when
the skies are raining missiles."

I mean, how pathetic
can you get?

He did give you a home, Becky.

Well, I'd rather he'd drowned
and buried me.

How did Randall know
who you really were?

I confronted
the sad sack when he was drunk.

He told me he'd always known.

That he turned back
that night and saw Guy

driving my mum's car
with me in the front.

He knew you'd k*lled
the other two?

He was so far gone by then
he just wanted it all to end.

I just wish I'd been
quicker getting to Lyra.

I'm afraid your alibi didn't
hold up as long as you'd hoped.

I saw Stu in his living room
when I was out jogging.

Becky. This has haunted me
much more than most people.

I tried to get your mother,
but Warren wasn't having it.

No. Randall told me
he asked Guy about the virus.

Guess what Guy told him?

It turned out it could
have been a common cold.

Yeah. A false alarm.

Instead of helping my mum, you
put the fear of God into her.

- She d*ed for nothing!
- Put the crossbow down, Becky.

- It's over.
- Over?

It's never over.

Becky, stop!

Becky, stop!

They were meant to be
saving the world.

All they did was end mine.

That thing about
the fingerprints, sir?

Becky's prints were
on the coffee mug

in the interview room.

They matched the one's found

on Warren's bottle of whiskey.

But you'd already
figured it out by then?

I don't mean to boast, Winter,
but yes.

Sir, I hate to bring this up,
it's still a bit awkward,

but you never actually gave me
the money for the beer

and crisps I got for you.

Didn't I?

No, I just need
a new pair of shoes now.

Oh, you can claim for
those on expenses.

Can I?
I didn't know that.

Well, there you go.
Problem solved.

Sir, the money.

Fancy a drink? Or maybe a nice
bag of Ready Salted to go with?

What are you doing? Your mum
will be here in a minute!

Oh, didn't I tell you?

She's going
to my sister's instead.

What?
When did you hear this?

- Couple of hours ago.
- A couple of hours?

I've been in that
cupboard scrubbing away.

Well, you can stand down now,
can't you? Panic over.

Give me back my beer!
Give me back those crisps!

Come here!