Dan Hawk Psychic Detective (2024)

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Thaddeus Moncrief.

I wondered when you were gonna call.

Yes.

I'm, I'm just applying

the finishing touches

to it as we speak.

I'm very pleased and I

think you will be too.

Yes, yes, I'll I'll leave it

outside the front door as arranged.

Just put the money through the letter box.

Yes, I understand.

I have no interest.

Halloween.

Hello?

Hello!

That's me, then.

Mate, I'm just gonna get a round in.

Yeah, I said I'd be

home half an hour ago.

I've got an audition.

See ya.

Charlie, just be careful out there.

Who'd want to hurt me?

Well, you never know.

Aw, take no notice, Charlie.

He's had one too many shandies?

Yeah, hand shandy more like.

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah, well.

Leave it.

I'm going for a slash anyway.

Jennifer.

Officer Reeves.

Nice to see you again.

Well, they're collecting DNA samples.

The guy's throat was cut

and the word next written on his forehead,

and there's no fingerprints.

Sounds like Pumpkin Head struck again.

It's like the murders in

Peterborough in London,

but it's like a ghost.

Yeah.

I dunno how we're gonna tackle this one.

Oh, that XDI Dan Hawk's in town.

I

thought he disappeared.

He's into psychic sh*t.

Yeah, he's an author now.

He wrote the Pumpkin Head books

and he's doing a signing

this morning in town.

Looks like it's meant to be.

Maybe we've got some questions for him.

Well, what we doing sat here?

Book sightings are

always busy to begin with

and then there'll be a lull like this.

You know, don't worry.

It'll pick up in a moment, I promise.

There you are, look.

Told you so.

Even the local constabulary is interested.

Well, well, well, if it isn't

Dan Hawk Psychic Detective.

O'Neal

I thought I recognized you.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Where were you yesterday and last night?

I was in London.

I traveled down here early this morning.

And what about the day

and the night before that?

What is this?

Just answer the questions.

I was in Peterborough

doing a book signing,

the same as in London and here.

If I was the k*ller,

it would be a bit stupid of me

to k*ll people in the same town

I was doing my book

signings in, wouldn't it?

He has got a point.

Let's go somewhere.

Just spoke to the Met

Police in Peterborough.

They're gonna send over

what they've got so far

and they're happy for us

to deal with it from here.

So unless I'm the m*rder*r-

Which I think we've

established that you're not.

Somebody's traveling around the country

to your book signings.

And k*lling someone in each town

in the hope of pinning the deaths on me.

Who knows?

Could be.

Not forgetting whilst dressed

as your book character creation.

Although that's not confirmed

with the m*rder on the marsh last night.

There was no witnesses

Kind of fitting though,

as my books are set mainly on the marsh.

I'm not too familiar with them.

How are the victims k*lled?

Well, their throats were cut,

but there's no fingerprints.

It's a bit like your books actually.

So you are familiar with them then?

Yeah, a big fan actually.

- In fact-

- Look can we

get back to the case?

Sorry.

Um, well, the difference being is

that the k*ller writes next

on the victim's foreheads.

But we assume they don't mean the shop.

We don't know that for sure.

Why are you telling me all this?

Look, to be honest with you,

we've got a lot of

cases going on down here

and seeing as you wrote the books-

You want me to take on the case.

Well, unexpected but as I'm down here,

I'll have to run it past my wife.

If you need any help, here's my card.

Okay.

You've got a deal.

I usually like to work alone,

but I'll keep it in mind.

Reeves will be with you some of the time

as a sort of babysitter.

Thanks for the thought, but um...

I'll speak to Briggs

and I'll get you reinstated

for this one-off case.

Super Briggs.

He still works here,

Afraid so.

I'll ask Reeves to get you your badge.

And g*n.

Okay, but as long as

you get this psycho, Hawk,

any which way you can.

I'll be careful, I promise.

Just this case.

I feel responsible, that's all

I understand.

We've been over this.

I'll try and help you when I can.

Becky-

I don't blame you for what happened.

Signal's going now.

Dan, good to hear from you.

I never got that postcard

from Spain, by the way.

How's the UK book tour going?

Well, it was going okay.

Oh yeah.

All those grizzly murders,

all dressed up as your creation too.

I couldn't have pulled off a

better publicity stunt myself.

Great for book sales though, love.

The book tour is temporarily postponed.

I'm gonna stay putting Folkestone,

might save some innocent lives.

Bloody hell!

Well, at least it could

cure your writer's block

and it could be the next

Mr. Pumpkin Face novel.

How many times?

It's Mr. Pumpkin Head, not Face!

Yeah, only kidding, only kidding.

Good news about the movie rights though.

And guess who they're looking

at to play Mr. Pumpkin Head?

Oh, hopefully for a local actor.

Jessica Hynes, Ken Connie,

Michael Gervais, Ben thingy.

And if not, I don't know

you, uh Ewan McGregor,

Ricky Gervais.

No.

Kate Winslet?

Only Gavin Lloyd-Goldstein III.

Gav!

One more, Gav.

Gav, is he all right?

You're f*cking kidding me.

No, it's great.

It's the part he was born to play.

Well, that's what he says anyway.

It's not bloody great.

The man's a liability.

He drinks like a fish

and f*ck like a stoat.

Well, that's what he says anyway.

I don't understand

why they can't just cast somebody locally.

Look, it's always the way, love.

They've gotta spend the budget somehow.

I must dash.

Keep me posted and drop

by the office sometime.

I mean, I haven't seen you for ages.

Ciao.

Ciao, bella!

Ciao.

Dan, there's someone here to see you.

A detective Reeves?

Thanks, Pippa.

I'll be right down.

Okay.

Thanks, Pippa.

Cheers.

Thanks.

Just dropping these off.

Oh, that was quick.

I know, you gotta sign for them first.

So do you need to lift anywhere today?

Well, I

wanna see the m*rder scene

of the victim on the marsh,

but until I can get a car sorted.

It's all right, I'll

drop you down there.

Oh yeah, babysitting.

Actually, that would be really helpful.

We're not all dicks down here, you know.

Pippa.

Yeah.

I need to stay down for a

few more days, is that okay?

Yeah, that's fine.

Actually, I'm going away

for a couple of days,

so can you look after the cat for me?

Great, yeah.

Cheers, Dan.

Nice to meet you, Detective Reeves.

And you.

Oh, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm quite chilled

when it comes to overnight guests.

Right.

I'll be in the car.

I'll get my coat.

Why?

You haven't pulled.

Sometimes size does matter.

All because of a stupid risk

Now I'm seeing stars

I'm seeing stars

The body was found

about a hundred meters

down that way on the right,

throat was cut and the...

Oh!

Is there something?

I have a sense of humor

And he's off.

Sorry, we're not open yet.

It's all right.

Just, uh...

Ah, it's about pool

old Charlie, ain't it?

Bloody terrible.

He was in here the night he died.

I sensed he was.

Hold on.

I know you.

You're that psychic writer, ain't you?

Dan Hawk.

You write those Pumpkin Head books.

Oh God.

I'm a big fan.

I've got every single one.

Yeah, I recognize your

face off the back cover

That's me.

I've been called in to work on the case.

Uh, this is uh Detective Reeves.

Yeah, well, I suppose it makes sense.

After all, you did write the books.

So what time did Charlie

leave here last night?

About 11:15 I'd say.

See or hear anything

strange outside afterwards?

Not to my knowledge, no.

Anyone else here?

Just a table of locals,

you know, a bit of banter.

Okay, thanks.

That's it for now,

Cid.

Yes Cid.

Yeah, could do me a favor?

Could you come back at some

point and sign my books for me?

I'll try.

Thanks.

Oh, what happened, if

you don't mind me asking?

Oh, Falklands.

I told you that I could turn it on by

Ooh

You see right through me

So

when was the last time

you did a full day's work then?

Last night.

Well

then, you've got nothing

better to do.

Well, we make it so.

Oh God.

Dan!

Dan!

Jesus!

Thanks, love.

Brian!

Morning.

I'm Ross Norman and welcome

to Comic Con London.

I have with me Gavin Lloyd-Goldstein III.

A week ago it was leaked that

he would play Mr. Pumpkin Head

in the movie franchise of

the books of the same name.

How do you feel?

Well, what can I say?

It's perfect casting,

the role I was born to play.

Awful news about the murders though

and somebody dressing up as

the character you'll play.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'd first like to start by saying thoughts

and press to all of those

we've lost along the way.

Hashtag m*rder is wrong.

But it wasn't me!

But in all seriousness,

just because I'm a a method

actor doesn't mean to say

that I need to k*ll in real life

in order to know what that feels like.

You know, as I was saying

to, to dear old Bobby DeNiro,

not so long ago, dinner at the Ivy.

I said, "Bobby, Bob, it's called acting."

Would you say this is a comeback

after playing the '90s TV show "The Cad"?

I never went away, my dear.

Oh yes.

Those beer commercials.

Still drinking the profits?

No, no.

Let's not dwell on the past.

I'm very excited about

my first starring role

in a picture at aged only 29.

Would you call yourself

an actor's actor?

What a good question.

Do do you mind?

Thank you.

You know, I hope to

utter the words one day

of the late great Alan

Swan, who of course said,

"I am not an actor.

I..."

Bollock off.

Sergeant O'Neal, it's Dan Hawk here.

Mr. Pumpkin Head paid

me a visit last night.

Sorry, we have to meet here.

Super Briggs thought it'd be

best if we meet off premises

for the time being.

You all right, Detective?

A little rattled after last night,

as you can imagine.

I wish I'd never written

the damn Pumpkin books.

Should have stuck to the

psychic ones instead.

Talking of which, I

don't mean to doubt you,

but if were psychic, wouldn't

you have sensed the danger?

Well, I've come to the conclusion

that the reason my psychic

ability hasn't kicked in is

for one reason and one reason only.

What's that?

We're not looking for a ghost.

This person's real.

Oh, disappointing or what?

But what about the fact no

one can find any fingerprints?

I'm sure we'll find some

reasonable explanation.

As this isn't psychic, do

you want me off the case?

No way.

You're involved now.

Do you want me to send a

patrol car past your house

in case it happens again?

I think they were trying to scare me.

This person has k*lled three times now,

which makes them a serial k*ller.

Just need to find out why.

It's almost like we have

to wait 'til they k*ll again.

Dan!

Dan!

Dan!

Sorry, sorry.

As Reeves might have said,

we checked out the pub on the marsh

where Charlie Green was last seen alive.

No joy there.

There just aren't any leads.

Hawk, are you sure it's not a ghost?

If the m*rder*r

was following my book tour.

Which you've now postponed,

Then

surely they'd stay near

to Folkestone where I am.

We've put out a press release

to warn people to be more vigilant.

You can't really miss someone

wearing a huge pumpkin head.

You'd think

Your books have a lot to answer for.

Next time why don't you

write about kittens?

Thanks.

I needed that.

Sorry.

I still think there's a

connection between the victims

and not just random targets.

Call it a psychic hunch.

Did you know that was gonna happen?

Okay.

I'll be right there.

Well.

Hmm.

I've been summoned by royalty.

Briggs wants to see me down at the sty.

Come in.

Sit down.

You're only working this case

'cause O'Neal convinced me to let you.

I'm fine, thanks.

How are you?

I'm giving you the opportunity here

to write the wrongs you made

by writing these bloody

books in the first place.

Do you think I'd have written them

if I thought for one

minute that some nut job

is gonna start slaughtering people?

I don't know the answer to that.

What I do know is we have a

building full of cops here

that would k*ll to be on a case like this.

And some of them are pretty pissed off.

Got my badge back.

I want results.

Get out there and get them,

if you think you can handle it.

As long as I don't listen

to you, I'll be fine.

But then I've got nothing left

to lose this time, have I?

Don't forget

your two o'clock massage.

Oh, I hope you get a happy ending.

I know where Becky is.

This is your psychic

nonsense again, isn't it?

We are wasting valuable time.

Trust me.

I've sent a team in an

ARV to the suspect's home.

That's where they're holding Becky.

So you don't think she's at

the warehouse where she works?

No.

No, no.

Look, just don't do anything rash.

You gotta f*cking right, Briggs.

Arme police!

She's not here.

Christ!

I knew it.

Let's hit the warehouse.

Dan.

Dan, you can't go in there.

You can't.

Where's Briggs?

You b*stard!

Becky.

What the f*ck do you want?

Well, it's not trick or treat.

I want your keys.

What?

Keys!

Hello?

The station just rang me.

Said someone called for

you, gave an address

and then said something like, "I am he.

I am thee," or something.

That's a quote from my books.

Let's do this

Sunday

at 9 PM only on BS1.

f*ck it!

You can say I'm not

having a very good day.

I'll get the sandwich.

It's always too much

bloody mayo when you do it.

All right, go.

There's a cue, you know.

I don't cue.

What will it be, sir?

An avocado and tomato on rye.

A stick up, please.

Hawk, sorry to take you off the case.

We've got a hostage situation.

Haven't you got anyone

else that can cover it?

No.

He asked for use specifically.

You should be flattered.

Maybe he heard you were back.

It's

not Pumpkin Head then?

Didn't say who it was.

It's just a hostage and the hostage taker.

Do we know who the hostage is?

Local prominent business

tycoon Arthur Montgomery.

sh*t!

Where is he?

I presume you know who I am.

Why do you think I'm

pointing a g*n in your face?

Who are you waiting for?

Detective, slash author, Dan Hawk.

Hmm.

Now look here.

I feel that I should warn you

I don't want your money.

I want Dan Hawk here now!

You took your f*cking time.

Do I know you?

No, but you know my

girlfriend Avelyn Waters.

Don't you remember?

She m*rder*d your wife.

I'm Bob Collins.

I'm sorry, but what on earth

has that what to do with me?

I'm glad you asked.

If you don't release my

girlfriend from prison,

I'm gonna blow his f*cking head off.

You might wanna rethink that.

You see what most people don't know

about Arthur Montgomery is...

He's ex-special forces

After you, Mr. Hawk.

I did try to warn you.

Sit tight.

I'll get the staff back in.

Mm, well, I did only

come in for an avocado

and tomato on rye.

Shop!

Shortly on the house.

Ah!

Okay.

Huh!

Okay, thanks Kerry.

Well, the victim's name was John Reece.

The forensic say he

didn't die straight away.

He managed to crawl a couple of feet

to pick up the rolled up magazine.

Probably to use as a weapon.

Same cause of death though.

Cut to the throat

and next carved in his forehead.

Only this time a bit of

the m*rder weapon gets lodged

in the victim's forehead.

We're waiting on the post-mortem results.

What I don't get is

why the murders have started this week.

I mean, what triggered them?

I've been writing these

books for a few years.

A crazy fan?

Someone jealous of your success?

Dan!

Dan!

Dan!

Hawk, you all right?

Sorry.

Yeah, I don't know both are a bit cliched.

But maybe it's got something to do

with the film rights being leaked.

I mean, that was about a week ago.

Yeah, but why?

How about I do another

book signing locally again?

I mean, I mean it might flush them out.

I don't know.

Could end up a real blood bath.

I do the same bookshop

as before, late afternoon.

We can get a surveillance team

at strategic places around the bookshop.

Any sign of Pumpkin Head

and you guys can be in there like a shot.

I don't now.

I don't like it

and Briggs will like it even less.

Briggs wants results.

He told me that himself.

All right, I'll get it set up.

Come on, let's smash this Pumpkin.

Can't believe you just said that.

I know, me either.

Vic Barkley Limited.

Very limited.

Hey Vic.

How's it going?

Been away.

Just got back.

Couldn't be better.

Book sales are going through the roof.

How are things down in, oh, Midsomer?

Don't joke.

They've k*lled again.

Almost k*lled me.

Bloody hell.

We can't have that.

Well, not yet anyway.

You'll be glad to know

I'm doing another book signing tomorrow,

only this time-

That's my boy.

Oh, by the way, Goldstein is on board

to play Mr. Pumpkin.

Head.

f*cking great.

So the best they can come

up with is some actor

who used to be in some '90s TV show,

and who's been pissed every since.

But what a show!

Bloody bounders!

What a show.

Look, Goldstein is itching

to get on the publicity train.

But how about I send him down?

Yeah.

I don't know.

It could be dangerous.

But then again...

I'll get the movie company

to plonk him on a train

first thing in the morning.

Yeah?

Ciao.

God, I'm good.

Bloody damn good.

Hmm.

Be careful, darling.

Get in Hawk.

We want a quit word.

This is cozy.

I'm Detective Black.

Don't tell me.

You're Detective White

And you're Dan Hawk, the psychic.

Couldn't make it as a cop.

So you left Folkestone to become a writer

And swans back here on his own pleasure

and takes the biggest

case in the last 20 years

from under our noses.

Briggs said it would piss people off,

but he gave me this case.

If you're looking for

a bit of redemption now

by writing books-

Which may or may not

have had people k*lled.

Writing these books was my therapy

after what happened to my wife?

Just ask Briggs.

I suspect he doesn't wanna talk about it.

You're go nowhere-

Not withoutsigning our books.

- You pair of f*ck.

- Had you going a little.

I almost sh*t in my pants.

Hey, sorry to hear about your wife.

And don't worry about Briggs.

He's a prick anyway.

You buckle up.

We'll take you to the book shop.

Zebra one in position,

Zebra two's in position as well.

Just life up, sir.

Mm.

And forward.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Broadsword calling Danny Boy.

Broadsword calling Danny Boy.

Thank you, Richard Burton.

Ah, Dickie.

You sure I'm perfectly safe?

I've got a voice over in

Soho tomorrow morning.

There's a cavilon strip in there.

It's just a precaution.

I hope you're insured from the neck up.

Hmm.

Please don't drink too much.

That's your fourth.

Who's counting, dear boy?

Besides, "One requires a

little bit of lubrication

for this sort of work," as the

actress said to the bishop.

Boop!

Gentlemen, we've got a

good machine on the case

and several trained officers

on the roof overlooking us,

so we'll be, we're okay.

Oh, do I get a g*n?

Ah no, sir.

Please let me get out of here.

Am I in your way?

You're fine.

Oh, Hot Wheels, is it?

Damn.

It's Cid, isn't it?

Sorry, I keep meaning to pop back

to the pub and sign your books.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

I've saved you the trouble.

I've got 'em here.

I saw last night on the local news,

you had a book signing today, so.

Oh great.

Oh, this is Gavin Lloyd-Goldstein III.

Now you may have read that he's on board

as playing Pumpkin Head.

The star of TV's "The Cad."

That's right.

Would you like me to do

my catch phrase to you?

Maybe later on?

Would you mind signing

my books for me as well?

Of course, I'm used to it.

You know, as dear Burt Reynolds

said to me once, he said,

"Always be nice to the little guy

because without them you're nothing."

Acting, you see.

Any chance of a A selfie?

- Yes, of course.

- Yeah.

Oh great, sir.

Sir, there's a figure

approaching the shop.

I can't see if it's a man or a woman.

They're they're all in black

and they're carrying a

large bag and.

Oh sh*t, it's a large Pumpkin Head.

Okay wait, I'll be right there.

It's a new phone, you see.

f*ck!

Hold it right there!

I'm Karen Clarke.

I can explain everything.

Oh, trigger on that thing.

Reeves, read her rights.

Get her to the station.

Karen

Clarke, I'm arresting you

for the m*rder of John Reece.

You do not have to say anything.

But it may the harm your defense.

Congratulations Hawk.

Looks like your plan worked.

Yep.

It looks like we got her.

After you.

Superintendent Briggs

and Detective Hawk have

just entered the room.

So what were you doing in the bookshop?

You don't have to answer that.

I work for an agency.

They hired me to wear a pumpkin mask

and do something for like

a book launch or something.

For f*ck sake, did they give you a name?

Palmer, wheel your neck in.

You're only here to observe.

I can't really remember.

It was, it was Vic something,

Vic Barkworth, Barkley.

I don't now.

If you don't believe me,

just call the agency.

That won't be necessary, Miss Clark.

Interview terminated at 16:30 hours.

Hawk, what the hell are you doing?

Vic Barkley is my literary agent.

How's your gut feeling now, Briggs?

I'm sorry Miss Clark.

Someone will drive you home.

f*ck sake.

Can I go home now?

All right, let's clear the room.

Dan Hawk.

Treva Parkinson here from the Kent Bugle.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

I understand you've apprehended

the Pumpkin Head k*ller.

No, he hasn't, unfortunately.

Fake news.

So they're still out there.

All I can say is yes.

I intend to nail the son of

a b*tch somewhere or another.

It's open.

Come in.

Looks like you've rattled Briggs.

It's been onto forensics

to release the steels

of the rolled up magazine

John Reece had in his hand

They said page six would be of interest.

Looks like Reece has circled something.

So John Reece was an actor then.

Looks it.

We checked him out on IMDB.

Goldstein is on the front cover.

Any actor with k*ll for that part.

Or die for it.

Well, they all had day jobs.

It looks like all the victims were actors.

There was almost one more today.

Goldstein was attacked on his way

to the train station by Pumpkin Head.

He was interrupted by a passerby.

Thankfully, he was still wearing

his stab-proof neck guard,

stabbed Pumpkin Head in

the hand with his keys.

Any CCTV?

They always choose

places with no coverage.

Maybe they're in disguise

before the attacks.

Now, where's Goldstein now?

He checked himself out of the hospital,

insisted on going back up to London.

So we sent him up there

with a police escort.

Any news on the piece of

metal stuck in Reece's forehead?

Yes, had some words on it.

Most promising.

The rest of the words are

probably on the m*rder weapon.

I'll be looking for an ornament or statue.

I'll check the CCTV

footage just in case.

And I'll check if Goldstein

got to London safely.

Yeah.

I mean if we're looking

for a disgruntled actor

that didn't get cast as Mr. Pumpkin Head,

then Goldstein is a prime target.

Laters.

What does your wife make of all this?

I often talk to her about it.

Are you sure you're not

just talking to the trees?

I thought you said you

weren't all dicks down here.

Better go.

All right boss.

Bye now.

Love you.

And she looked at it squarely in the eye

and she said, "I'll take a

pound and a half of that."

I bet she did.

Anyway. I better get back to work.

You take care.

Sorry to hear about your brush with death.

That's all right.

It's just a good job I

learned Krav Maga on the show.

You know Jean-Claude Van Damme

once showed me a picture.

I bet you did.

Thanks for the autograph.

Can't believe you did that big stunt.

Is that c*ck rhyming slang?

The transport's here.

AlL right, see you back at

the station, Detective Fisher.

Well, I suppose I should

drain the old Monty Python,

and by Monty Python, I

of course mean my p*nis.

I'll alert the media.

There you go?

Cheers.

Hey there.

Sorry to intrude,

but you're that writing fella, ain't you?

Ah, I love your books, man.

Oh, thanks.

Hi.

What can I get you?

Half pint of Gatz, please.

No problem.

You must feel like sh*t

knowing that someone's taken

on one of your characters

and they're going around

k*lling people for real.

You have no idea.

Dwight.

Falklands.

Sorry to hear that.

Don't worry, I'm not bitter.

It's what we do.

We go out fighting a rich man's w*r

doing the government's dirty work.

Are you a member of Veterans for Peace?

You bet.

You see, conflict is usually about land,

stealing minerals or brainwashing

people to your religion.

Blow the f*ck place up

and then land some lucrative contracts

to rebuild it again after.

Do you happen to know the landlord

of the Shepherd's Hut Pub

on the Marsh by any chance?

I think his name's Cid?

Cidney Heston.

I won't go there anymore.

We had a falling out.

He said it was something to

do with a Falklands conflict,

and it just doesn't ring true.

Dwight, have a couple of pints on me,

In the words of the great Johnny Cash,

"I'm against the wars,

but I'm for the warriors."

Okay, I'll sort that.

Any luck?

Well, there's no footage of Pumpkin Head

on any of the cameras,

but there is this woman in a headscarf

on the main road just

before Reece got attacked

and just before Goldstein was attacked.

There's this person in a

crash helmet a few roads away.

There's not much footage from

Peterborough or met police,

just a grainy video of a guy

with long hair and a beard.

Well, this one.

Yeah.

They have all got the same backpack.

It's the same person.

Well, officer, it's been a pleasure

to perambulate the streets

of London with you.

Well, thank you.

Oh, before you go, sir.

Yes.

If you wouldn't mind doing

your catchphrase for me,

would you?

I'm a big fan of "The Cad"

and I'd like to film it on my phone.

But, of course, I should be delighted.

Always happy to give something

back to the boys in blue,

if you know what I mean.

Oh, ready?

Bloody bounder.

Thanks.

You're very welcome.

Cheerio.

Now I've got one for you, sir.

Yes, go on.

I am he.

I am thee.

sh*t!

You

want a shot at redemption.

I'm

giving you the opportunity

to write the wrongs you made

by writing those bloody

books in the first place.

Why didn't he write

something about kittens?

He said he was involved

in the Falklands conflict,

but I just didn't believe it was true.

Dan.

Dan!

He's an actor.

I thought you could do with some help.

Cidney Heston

Normally get the other ones,

the boring ones.

Hey Hawk, how's it going?

Yeah.

Good.

Oh, by the way, DC

Reeves has checked out

some of that CCTV and you're right.

The k*ller may have been in disguise

before he put the Pumpkin

Head on for the killings.

I'll do you one better.

I think I know who it is.

Just gotta check a theory.

Now listen, O'Neal, I've gotta

sort this mess out on my own.

And I don't want you, Reeves

or anybody else to get hurt.

What?

Hawk.

Hawk!

Control, ETA 10 minutes.

Gavin!

Hi, it's Vic, Vic Barkley.

Um, I can't reach you on your mobile.

I was just wondered why

you hadn't turned up

for the voiceover this morning.

Call me.

Ciao.

Is that my 9:00 AM massage?

No, Superintendent.

Detective Coogan to see

you as you requested.

Oh, okay.

Thank you, Patricia.

Send him in.

All right, boss.

So the Met called,

they said they sent a officer

to collect Goldstein from you,

but you didn't show up.

Well, that's impossible.

I left Goldstein with a uniformed officer.

Oh sh*t.

By the way, Coogan,

every time you finish

cause you say love you.

What's that about?

I no idea what you're

talking about, sir.

Very well, on your way.

Love you.

Yeah, this is Briggs.

Okay, let's do this.

Take me with you.

Okay, Becky.

Briggs.

Hawk, Goldstein's been m*rder*d.

What?

He had a police escort right to his door.

The k*ller was posing as the officer

that took him home.

Where are you?

Look, I have a suspicion

who the k*ller is

and I'm gonna head over.

Don't do anything rash.

As I recall, the first

time I took your advice

not to do anything rash, my

wife was k*lled, remember?

I know.

And it's haunted me ever since.

Just trust me this time, Briggs.

Look, I'm sorry for what happened.

Hawk.

You said you wanted results.

I'm just gonna get you some.

Hi Cid.

Hi.

Sorry to drop in early in the morning.

I'm off up to London.

And I just wanna give you this.

I forgot to give it to you

at the book signing the other

day after all that commotion.

Dan Hawk, you are a good man.

So you caught that k*ller, yeah?

Yeah in actually fact.

I'm off up to London to

apprehend them right now.

I've got the evidence.

So long Cid,

and as the Eagles once

said, "Take it easy."

Oh sh*t!

I don't usually like to quote The Sun.

But "Gotcha!"

No, I got you, babe.

I'm sorry I couldn't warn you.

No signal.

You could take the mask

off now. I know who you are.

Big fan of Chuck's in El, Cid, were you?

Cid Heston?

Exactly.

My real name's William Smith.

Just a bitter actor

that can't take rejection.

You know I was a

great fan of your books,

ever since I read the first one,

the character, he seemed

to speak to me in some way.

I feel a "Misery" moment coming on.

Yeah, but in my books,

the victims always got what they deserved

because Pumpkin Head

was sort of a vigilante.

Well, you see, that's not how I saw him.

I was very, very sad

when someone else was cast

in the role instead of me.

So I decided to become himfor real!

No sh*t!

Carving next into the victim's forehead

was a nice touch.

Yes.

Yeah, I thought so.

One of those words an

actor never wants to hear.

Yeah. You managed to

bump off the lead actor

after the second attempt, didn't you?

Oh, you heard about that, did you?

Yeah.

I guess that I'm not in the frame then.

No, you never were.

You've got serious issues, buddy boy.

Oh, I know.

That's why I have to stop

these books for good.

Hawk!

Hawk!

Hawk!

O'Neal, I'm at Hawk's.

Looks like he suspects Cid at the pub.

Yeah, all right.

Okay.

Bye.

I just wanna know one thing.

You were in disguise, weren't you,

just before some of the killings?

A little theatrical makeup,

costume here and there.

Yes.

Old habits die hard.

Mm.

Oh, you were looking for this, huh?

Please give me some credit.

I'm not that stupid!

No fingerprints.

Stage stunt gone wrong, was it?

They, they brought me back.

Well, maybe you should

have tied me to the chair.

Dan's car's just outside.

Well, the door's open.

I'm gonna go in.

Wait.

Okay, okay.

Oh yeah, it looks like some

kind of fight in the cellar?

There's no one around here.

I'm code

two. I'll be there in five.

Okay.

There's nothing here. I'm

gonna check out the farm.

Be

careful, we're almost there.

Reeves.

f*ck!

This could be your last book.

I'm wondering how it will turn out.

I could be your ghost writer.

Dan

How did you?

I'm going to stick to writing.

Kittens, anyone?

Ghosts.

Sorry.

I've been away for a thousand years

I could've stayed, but

I was bored to tears

There was nothing here

except a seaside view

Nowhere to dance and nothing to do

There was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

We roamed around and got in fights

We got a plate, stayed out all night

But there was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

There was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

And now I'm back

Now I'm here in the old hometown

My marriage failed,

so I now I'm on my own

I climb the cliffs

for a bird's eye view

The same old same

They call it deja vu

I went away and I built a life

I married young

Didn't learn my wife

I liked my job

So the years slipped by

And now I'm old

And I wonder why

There's nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

There was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

There was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

There was nothing, nothing,

nothing, nothing for me

There was nothing,

nothing, nothing, nothing

So I disappeared

Heart attack

Danielle Hawk, psychic detective.

It's a mystery.