02x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

We need an answer on this little
prison visit of his. He visited

Adam Newsum in prison, Holly's
k*ller. He's not supposed to go

-anywhere near that case.
-I know that.

You're going to have to drop
his name in subtly

and see how he reacts.

I'll tell you
what I heard today about Ziegler.

Chief Constable Ziegler is on
official leave as of this morning.

I'm assuming this isn't normal.

Ziegler took you to her house.

She thought you were James,
still might for all we know.

Next day, Ziegler's gone.

I will interview Joanne Kemper.

Please don't interview
Joanne Kemper.

What did you say your
name was again?

Your brother, Ziegler, Holly Pinder,
Adam Newsum.

So what's Ziegler's connection
to it all?

Seemed fairly random to me.

-Who's that?
-Deputy Chief Constable Radley.

That man there is running
the Holly Pinder task force.

-Who is he?
-Ziegler's replacement and Kemper's personal security liaison.

Every thread leads to this woman.

She IS the mystery.

Who actually is she?

That's precisely
what we need to find out.

HEELS CLICK ON GROUND

DISTANT CLANKING AND ANIMAL SCREECH

BELL TOLLS

WHISPERS: - Oh,
come on, where are you?

HE SNORES SOFTLY

DOOR CRASHES OPEN

♪ Diddle, diddle, dumpling,
my son John

♪ Went to bed with his trousers on

♪ One shoe off
and the other shoe on... ♪

What are you doing?

-Why are you... singing?
-♪ Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John!

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

I was in the middle of a dream.

-Gosh, do you dream?
-What's that supposed to mean?

-Of course I dream.
-Are they really weird?

-No.
-Are they really boring?

I don't wish to discuss my id
with you, thank you.

-Why am I awake?
-I got my interview with Kemper.

Well,
I think it came through last night.

It was in my spam,
so I need those questions.

-Questions?
-The, um, embeddy, suggestivey, thingummy

questions that we talked about
yesterday.

Embedded suggestion -
questions or statements

with a hidden subtext designed
to elicit a subconscious response.

Cryptic crossword clues,
basically, repurposed obviously.

We don't want her
to know she's doing one.

We only get one chance at this.

The questions need to be perfect.

-It's at four o'clock today.
-It's what? - Mm, yeah.

So you better get that coffee
down you.

Lucy, let me explain something
to you... again.

All we have are the admittedly
undisputed links between

every single aspect related

to James's disappearance
and Joanne Kemper.

-Oh, is that all?
-Yes, that is all.

One m*rder*d blogger, one prison
suicide, two missing detectives,

one missing Chief Constable,

Joanne Kemper
right in the centre of the web,

and still absolutely no idea
what any of it is actually about.

What's going on?

We're all having a big bedroom
meeting again, apparently.

Lucy, I can't effectively construct
those questions without more data,

and I certainly can't do it
in eight-and-a-half hours.

-The interview's today?
-What data? What are you on about?

If you want data,
let's just get data.

Joanne Kemper knows my brother.

She's met him. We don't know where,
why, or how, but logic would suggest

that it was in an official capacity.

You want to access the station
computer to see if there's a record?

I do, yes.
And that's going to be hard,

because I don't
have an actual computer any more.

I'll find a way.

What?

Nothing.

It's four o'clock on Monday, Mum.

-Mm?
-The Kemper interview's Monday.

Today's Saturday.

Oh! Oh, right. Oh, goodness, right.

-Panic over.
-The panic is most certainly not over.

Course it is.

You can just go in today and access
a police computer.

What are you talking about?

-I can't go in today. -Why not?
-There hasn't been a m*rder.

You don't need a m*rder to pop in
and say hi.

Just pop in and say hi.

Anyway, you're up now. So...

♪ Diddle, diddle, dumpling,
my son John... ♪

Are you sure she can do this?

My confidence fluctuates.

There you go. Door-to-door service.

-I've changed my mind.
-Oh, don't be ridiculous.

This isn't impersonating
a detective.

I think I've proved
I can impersonate a detective.

-I solved seven murders.
-Fine. Well, you did that.

-And now you can do this.
-This is different.

-This is a pop-in.
-Well, pop-ins are easy.

You just pop in.

Look, it's not that weird.

You are friends with these people.

Well, you are... in your own way.

You'll be straight in and out.

That's what you said last time.

-Morning, Julie.
-Jenny.

Just popping in.

Hi...

-Ooh. -Careful.
-JOHN CLEARS HIS THROAT

-John?
-Oh, there you are. I...

I... thought you might be
under the desk.

-Why would I be under the desk?
-I did wonder.

-What are you doing here?
-Nothing, really.

Lucy's gone into town.

What's that?

-It's the case we're working.
-On.

Working on.

You do know we do them without you
sometimes?

Ah, victim's name was Tiffany
Catley.

AKA Tiffycat.

-Was she a gangster?
-Does she sound like a gangster?

She was a social media influencer
turned businesswoman.

Started off doing make-up tip
videos. Ended up running an empire.

Or, at least, a particularly
successful brand.

Millionaire by 25.
She turned 30. She retired.

-I'll say she did.
-From her job.

She was handed an offer
she couldn't refuse.

So she threw a flashy
party to announce it.

CHEERING

Eight-figure-plus, the brand,
the company.

And what happened next,
nobody saw coming.

The party continued on
after she left.

We know she went home.

We know she left again, because just
after midnight she was found here.

Scholar's Fountain.

-She walked there?
-Can't drive there. Not at night.

It's all bollards,
mewses, and cycle-lanes.

Why would she do that?

She received an anonymous text.

"£25,000. Scholar's Fountain.
One hour."

-Not a good look for the brand.
-Yeah.

An old photo like that
could blow the whole deal.

Whoever sent that
probably k*lled her.

Yeah, we came to a similarly
brilliant conclusion ourselves.

It's from a burner phone, John.

Disposable spare.

And who are these people?
Are they suspects?

-John, what are you doing here?
-Mm?

What do you mean?
I already told you.

What makes them suspects?

They all left at the same time,
just after the victim.

These were Tiffany's oldest friends.

They were there from
the very beginning.

Co-company directors
in all but name,

though not actually in name. So...

-Not a good night for them, then.
-I think that's putting it mildly.

So you have a motive. That's good.
I know how much you like those.

And this is where they all live,
is it?

-What sort of time would it take for them to...
-Ten minutes, give or take,

from each of the suspects' houses
to Scholar's Fountain.

The victims, too.

That's handy. Nice round number.
So what we need to ascertain...

No, no, no, we don't need
to ascertain anything, John.

-It's not a puzzle.
-Feels like one. -It's not.

Believe it or not, we've got this.

We're not dealing
with some evil genius here.

This area is riddled with CCTV.

The k*ller's going to be on camera
multiple times there and back.

It's not a puzzle.

Seriously, John,
what are you doing here?

I was bored.

OK. That I believe.

Can't guarantee you
a m*rder every day, John.

-What are you going to do now?
-I don't know, John.

My job, paperwork...

- PHONE RINGS
- ..answering calls from DC Cole.

DC Cole.

Wait, what do you mean?

Well, that's not possible, is it?

All right, stay put.

I'm going to look at
the CCTV myself.

-You can come with me, if you like.
-Really? I'd better not.

Lucy only really dropped me off
to do the shopping.

-What, and they don't have a creche?
-What?

Wow.

I-I'd better wait for her here.

Here?

Would that be OK?

Sir. Oh, what are you doing here?

I wasn't allowed to stay
in the office.

-Why did you call Mr Taylor?
-He didn't.

I... don't... understand.

OK, DC Sullivan,
what are we looking at?

Can I use that thing again?

Here she comes.

Still in her heels.

If you're meeting your blackmailer
in a secluded location at night

and you're still in your heels,

you're not frightened
of your blackmailer.

She knew them.

Mm, the cameras catch her again,

just around the corner on
Cable Street.

-How did she do that?
-How did she do what?

How did she get from there
all the way down to there?

Wh-wh-why didn't she come out here?

I'm not sure this footage is
very reliable.

Uh, are you under the impression

that these monitors are
in some kind of order?

-Of course. Why wouldn't they be?
-They're not.

They're not? Well, why not?
You've got a map right here.

Why don't they correspond to
that grid?

-I don't know. They... don't.
-Well, can't you make them?

Doesn't need to, John.
We can all follow it just fine.

Carry on.

She is then captured on
five more cameras

on her way to the meeting point.

That's it. Scholar's Fountain.
Camera only covers half of it.

Body was found in the half
it doesn't.

Scholar's Fountain
shouldn't be there.

It should be in the middle here.

Why doesn't this drive you potty?

I usually bring in a book.

ETHAN: - So after midnight now,
and, yeah, no sign of anyone else.

Look all you want, sir.
Nobody appears.

We've checked twice.

Uh, how many cameras
are we talking here, exactly?

-48, sir.
-And you're telling me nobody other than

the victim appears on a single
one of them?

No, sir.

As in, yes, we are telling you that.
No, they don't.

Told you it felt like a puzzle.

Morning!

HE SCREAMS, DROPS KEYS

-How did you get in here?
-That door is never locked.

-I just unlocked it. Who are you?
-Henry.

That is my son, Henry.

It was his idea to come here,
actually.

What? No, you said it would be OK.
You said you do this all the time.

She does... do it all the time.

QUIETLY: There you go.

Shouldn't you be prepping
for this interview thing of yours

we now actually have to do?

I am off prepping for this interview
thing I have to do.

In fact, we've been trawling the
internet all morning for

local archive news stories
of Joanne Kemper.

Absolutely bugger all.

You don't need local
archive news stories

about her to interview her.

I do need local archive news stories
to interview her,

but no local outlets
archive stories online.

-The nationals do.
-But the locals don't.

But then, Henry reminded me
that I do actually work for one.

No, you don't. You're not even paid.

I'm sorry, he doesn't pay you?

-Oh, we're still negotiating that.
-No, we're not.

Do you think we could access
your archive?

You're imagining a giant
library with projectors

-and microfiche, aren't you?
-No.

Well, if it's anything after
May 6th, 2014, we don't have it.

Why? What happened then?

I accidentally became editor.
The previous one was deranged.

So he did actually keep copies
of every issue.

They're through there.

Occasionally, somebody asks for one

if their birth's been mentioned
in it, or something.

I usually charge 20 quid.

-What?
-Well, it's a pain in the arse to dig them out.

Which one do you want?

Uh, I don't know.
Anything with Joanne Kemper in it.

-Do a little search?
-On a cupboard?

So we actually need to know
what we're looking for?

Does this sort of thing run
in the family, or are you normal?

Sir.

-Found a spare.
-Good.

-John, interviews.
-Mm?

I'm all right, thanks.

If you're consulting,
then you're watching interviews.

Really?
Do I have to? Are they long?

I could probably find you
a spare cubicle or...

Oh, no, I don't think so. Let's, uh,
put him where we can see him.

Right here.

You know what you're like
with computers, John.

You'll probably need the help.

Here you go.

You click to play and click to stop.

SHOUTING: - Do I have to do
them in order, or can I jump about?

-In order!
-What?!

You have to do it in order.

DC Cole commencing interview with
Coco Aar-...

All right.

Update. Potted history. Go.

They were all friends from school.

And, by all accounts,
something of the in-crowd.

Tiffany was queen bee.

Oh, she was a star, even then.

Everybody loved her.

Students, teachers, parents.

She used to make little dance videos
and things, like everyone else.

Rants about school, bedroom dance
moves. You know the drill.

Then she started doing
make-up tutorials.

It took off... like, instantly.

She was at 8k subs within a week.

Just never stopped growing.

She was 17. By the time she was
sitting her A-levels,

she was getting free gifts from
Gucci and invites to award shows.

It's nice work if you can get it.

She got it and so did they.

How do you think I felt?

She was my best friend.

It was... exciting. No-one could
believe how fast it happened.

It was her. All her.
We were just... there for the ride.

She took care of us, though.
I mean, spoiled.

We wanted for nothing.

Look, we weren't charity cases.

It might sound like that now,
but trust me, we worked.

Her success was ours.
We were a family.

That's how it felt.

Every single one of them was given

a debit card with full access
to company money.

You're kidding me?

Two of them pay their mortgages
out of it.

Or at least did until last night.

And nothing changes
for anybody here.

Nobody is losing their job.

Tiffycat is going
to remain Tiffycat... forever.

It's just...

..time for me to find Tiffany again.

-Cheers.
-Cheers!

CHEERING

Woo!

They were essentially paid friends.

An entourage.

They put their own lives on hold
for her,

built up nothing of their own,

trusted that their ride-or-die
really was their ride-or-die.

-And then the ride ended.
-And she died.

Wait!
No-one's going to lose their jobs?

-They're all fine. What about us?
-What about you?

Our lives, our careers. Tiffany,
we don't have any contracts.

-We're just...
-We...

We're not just anything.

We're four people who built this
entire empire with you.

For you.

Mm. I know.

And wasn't it fun?

Didn't I give you everything
I promised, and more?

Luxury hotels, movie premieres,

celebrity parties, cars, clothes...

..rehab.

And when exactly was the last
time you turned right on a plane?

This party has been going on
for ten years,

and I have been an exceptional host.

But I am very, very tired.

I really do love you all.

SHE TITTERS

My cards stopped working that
morning before the party.

We just thought it was a bank issue,
or something.

-So wait, we... know they went home?
-Uh, yeah. Taxis were arranged.

They left together, and we've
had each drop-off confirmed.

Took their last sip of
free champagne

and went their separate ways.

CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY

COMPUTER BEEPS

COMPUTER ERROR TONE

Gah!

Sorry.

Bloody suspects. Ha.

Everyone was home by 23.30.
Two of them live alone, and two

of them have
sleeping spousal alibis.

Which basically means
they don't have alibis.

-Which basically means...
-Any one of them could have done it.

No, they couldn't.

The odds of just one person's

route bypassing 48 cameras
are astronomical.

You can't simply claim that
any of them could have done it.

DC Sullivan and I conducted
those interviews, Mr Taylor.

They're at least
half an hour long.

I got the general gist.

Presumably you picked up on the fact
the original

website belonged to Coco
and not Tiffany, then?

Six times you've mentioned that now.

Not once have you commented on the
fact that Zack there

was Tiffany's ex.

So you've found secondary motives
too? That's good.

Sometimes we need those
if the k*ller refuses to confess.

-Um, what was that? -Can I have this?
-No, you can't have it.

Well, where do you get them?

And are there any with the cameras
on them?

-Maps don't show cameras, John.
-Are you sure?

One would certainly have helped
the k*ller.

Right.

PHONE LINE RINGS

-OVER PHONE: - Hi, Lucy.
-We're here. Are you ready?

Yes, I'm leaving now.

Not if you haven't accessed
that computer yet, you're not, no.

I have accessed a computer.

-Really?
-Yes, really. I'm in the lift.

It'll probably cut out.

OK.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.

-No, no, it hasn't cut out.
-Give it time.

LIFT CHIMES
AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.

Ma'am. Um, hel-... Hello.

I wasn't aware
of you being here today, John.

It's the Super.

-Oh, just popped in, really.
-Popped in?

This is John Taylor, an outside
consultant we occasionally use.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.

We've met.

John Taylor.

Professional puzzle setter
and crime scene consultant.

It's my job to vet those
who interact with Miss Kemper.

She passes on her thanks,
by the way,

for your discretion on
the theatre case.

No press coverage at all.

Oh, yes, there was.

At least none that matters.

Cheeky bugger.

Yes, well, as I hope
you're learning,

we're all very discreet here.
Shall we?

And your brother
was a detective here, I understand.

Uh... before my time.

My phone's ringing.

-Is it?
-Well, it was earlier.

Hello!

-Oh, sorry, are you talking to us?
-Yes.

Oh, thank God they're going.

Wait. Where are you?

In the car park.

No! No! No!

-Duck. Duck!
-Why? Why? Why am I ducking?

That's Joanne Kemper's
private security.

You're interviewing Joanne Kemper
on Monday.

He might be there.
You're very distinctive.

He's right, Mum. Duck.

Duck!

I'm ducking, I'm ducking.

See you later.

What's going on?

OK. He's gone.

The Superintendent's seen me.

-Uh, she... She's waving.
-Hey, don't wave back!

I can't not wave back.

Ma'am. Ma'am, so sorry about that.

Wrong number.

Sounded Australian. So, how are you?

Where's Lucy?

There she is.

Oh.

-You popped in?
-I was in the area.

Don't pop in again.

Right you are... ma'am.

SHE SIGHS

In what way am I distinctive?

Why was John Taylor here?
And don't say he popped in.

Uh, we're using him. He's consulting
on the fountain m*rder.

Without my authorisation?

He's just had a full
conversation with

the man who's currently digging into
everything that happened here.

How'd it go?

How do you think it went,
Detective Chief Inspector?

John Taylor does not enter this
station without my say-so.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

PEN CLATTERS

HE CLEARS THROAT

No, no, no, no. Leave that.
I'll return it. As you were.

Sir.

-Restricted?
-I don't know why I'm surprised.

They always are.

I don't like sitting in the back.

Yeah? Nor do I.

Sh, I'm trying to think.

So there is some type of report.
James was involved.

And Joanne Kemper's name is
in it somewhere.

No, hang on,
we already knew all that.

-Why have we stopped here?
-I need to get some milk.

Have you got your camera with you?

John, a photojournalist doesn't go
anywhere without her camera.

Right?

-So, have you got it on you, or...?
-Yes, I've got it.

What do you want it for?

I need you to take a photo of


It's for a case.

You haven't got a case.

I've sort of picked one up.

And I do think it's
in my best interests to solve it.

I'm getting a distinct vibe
from everyone back there.

Right, well, I'm not being funny,
but I haven't eaten in,

like, six hours.

There's a fish and chip shop
just down there.

Cambridge Cod, open 12.00 till 2.30
and 5.00 till 8.45.9.15 Saturdays.

How on earth do you know that?

I've been staring at a map
for hours.

We haven't been out
for fish and chips in months.

-Years, actually.
-Right, well, there you go, then.

Please, Mum.

Please, Mum.

OK, there's one up there.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Now one of where it's pointing.

You know, I'm...

I'm really having second thoughts
about this interview.

I can't pull out now, can I?

-Can you not?
-What did you get from the report? Case name?

Anything like that?

No, nothing. You know
what those link things are like.

It's all letters and numbers,
gobbledegook.

And not the kind I like.

And there.

There was a date.

-It had a date?
-Mm. 4th June, 2014.

Oh, no! No, that's after
Gareth became editor.

-He won't have archived that.
-What? -Mm?

Oh, no,
that's my part of the investigation.

It doesn't really concern you.

Right. Where next?

There.

Here's another.

Good, God,
I think he's enjoying this.

It is quite fun.

Do you remember
what the conspiracy blog said?

The Kempers performing
ritual sacrifice every decade.

Your case file was 2014.
Sinclair death was 2024.

That's the kind of coincidence
that excites conspiracy theorists.

But it means nothing.

Unless we find another
one from 2004.

Well, Joanne Kemper was 18 in 2004.

She was here studying politics.

Yeah, well, students can k*ll
people, too, you know.

Henry,
students can't even boil an egg.

Here we are, Scholar's Fountain.

-Can't see any cameras in here.
-That's part of the problem.

-Who was it?
-Young woman, 30. Strangled.

She'd just been to a party.

-Are you going to catch who did it?
-Oh, yes.

Right, shall we find that fish
and chip shop?

I fancy a battered sausage.

-They're good pictures, aren't they?
-They're all right.

Do they help?

Well, they're certainly better
arranged than at the council.

It's chaos down there.

Why are you having second thoughts
about the interview?

Why do you think?

Joanne Kemper obviously knows
who James was.

She obviously knows who I am.

For all we know,
she already knows everything.

Oh, no, no.
No, I use my maiden name.

That's hardly the Enigma code, Lucy.
It's most people's password.

Well, it's just that you said
that you thought I could do it.

And it's nice to hear.

-I don't hear that very much.
-What are you talking about?

I'm always telling you
you can do things.

I used to tell you you could be
Prime Minister one day.

Well, you never tried.

Everyone who's so much as smiled
at Joanne Kemper

seems to have either died
or disappeared.

I don't want YOU to die
or disappear.

I don't know what I'd do.

Don't let your chips get cold.

DOOR OPENS

-I've got it! -Oh!
-Found it.

-Oh, gosh, Henry!
-Wake up!

You can't be barging into people's
bedrooms at 7:30 in the morning.

You're aware
of the irony there, right?

-Look.
-Dominic Kennedy. Who's that?

I don't know, but I spent hours last
night mining and waybacking

and chucking in terms like
student, death, Cambridge, uh,

tribute, obituary, 2004.

That's from an old website.

It's completely abandoned
and leads nowhere.

But that single post is the only

reference to any student death

in Cambridge in 2004
that I could find.

-So?
-So, it's 2004.



Yes, I know, Henry,
but it doesn't mean anything.

You heard your Uncle John.

-I already told him. He agrees.
-No, he doesn't.

-I do, actually. Are you decent?
-I wouldn't go that far.

Why do we have so many meetings
in bedrooms?

Will you just tell her?

We don't need to believe
the conspiracy, Lucy.

The conspiracy theorist believed it.

He thought he was
finding patterns between events.

-Now, obviously he wasn't.
-Well, he might have been.

He wasn't.
But he still found the events,

and probably
in exactly the same way Henry did.

So, wait, so you're saying this
could mean something?

Yeah, well, I'm quite good at this,
too, you know.

Yes, I know.
That's what worries me.

Why are you already dressed?

I need to go in early, and
preferably before any of the team

show up so I can draw on their map.

So, um...

Well, you're awake now anyway.

-WHISPERING: - John.
-Oh, there you are again.

Do you mind if I draw on this?

You've already drawn on it
and you're still drawing on it.

It won't make sense
unless I put the cameras on.

John, you're not a consultant
on this case.

-Yes, I am.
-No, you're not.

You haven't been authorised,
and I got reprimanded for it.

-Why did you come in yesterday?
-You do know I've solved this?

You haven't solved it.
You're still drawing on it now.

-What were you looking for yesterday?
-I CAN solve it.

-I do sort of need a bit of help, though.
-You need help?

No, like a proper detective.

Yeah. I can't really talk right now.
I'm at the station.

-Can you really solve it?
-If you help.

All right, let's make a deal.

You unofficially consult
on the case, I take the rap,

and you tell me the real reason
you came in yesterday.

-Sounds good.
-No, John. The REAL reason.

Oh...

..deal.

What's going on?

What's going on is
that I think it can be proved

that only one person could have
committed this m*rder.

But it's going to take all of us
to do it.

June 2004?

Great. Right in the middle of the
pile, it's like Jenga in there.

-Do you really need this?
-Please.

I want two puzzles next week,

and don't let him fob me off with
a word search.

Right, June '04.

June '04. June '04.

Ah, June '04. Yes.

-18th.
-Yeah, I know.

June. Here we are.

I can do it. I can do it.

HE STRAINS

There you go.
Hope it was worth it.

Brilliant. Here we go.

What are you doing? Go home.

-Oh, no, just pretend that we're not here.
-You're always here!

Mum, look, there.

"Reporting on the tragic death of
Dominic Kennedy,"

"an 18-year-old student attending
St Thomas's College, Cambridge."

"Mr Kennedy was reportedly attending"

"a private party at the residence
of student council officers"

"Ryan Oakley, 19,
and Joanne Kemper, 18."

You're not planning on bringing
that up, though, are you?

Oh, no, no, no. God, no.

Bum lead.

Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

See, the suspects are already here.

I told you we shouldn't
have stopped.

Yeah, and I told you my car needed
charging to keep moving.

Excuse me. Can one of you tell me

why these suspects of
yours are here?

Hopefully,
we're about to reveal the k*ller.

Yeah, but it's a pretty small space.

Why do they all ACTUALLY
have to be here?

It's kind of his process.

Hello.
John Taylor, Puzzle Consultant.

Crime Scene Consultant.

That does sound more like
an actual job,

but basically,
I'm a puzzle consultant.

And you four found yourselves
literally in the middle of the most

classic puzzle of all - a complex
interconnection of paths

with only one true route through
and multiple misdirects.

Labyrinthos. The Maze.

You mean like what they put on
the back of menus for kids?

Exactly like they put on
the back of menus for kids.

You know the ones,
with four dogs outside the maze

and a big juicy bone in
the middle with only one path to it.

Well, imagine that across a larger
scale and with a second

perceptual maze overlaying it
where the barriers aren't walls,

but the lines of sight

of 48 security cameras
disparately placed across the grid.

-They'd have to negotiate two mazes.
-Yes!

Well done! He gets it.

-And we're the dogs?
-You're the dogs. And, exactly like the dogs,

you each had your own point
of entry to the maze,

but only one of them led to the...

Bone?

I should have chosen
a better example.

But, yes. Meaning we can prove
who did it by demonstrating

who doesn't appear on camera.

Because whoever doesn't
appear on camera must

have negotiated
the maze successfully.

But they said none of us appear
on camera.

Well, no.

But three of you never entered
the maze.

What would have been handy is

if all four of you had
decided to make

a trip to Scholar's Fountain
at exactly the same time.

But you didn't.

So, we did.

Uh, one for you. You're Zack.

-No, I want to be Zack. It's always the ex.
-Oh, OK. Give me Coco.

Sorry. Oh, um...

Victim's entire business
was built off

the back of a channel she stole
from her.

-I think I'll be Leo.
-Yeah, I'm not really getting Leo from you, John.

No, yeah, I'm a Leo.

I suppose I'm a Jennifer, then.

We cleared the area, and all four
of us walked the maze this morning.

Basically, look out for
any of us appearing on camera.

If it's DC Sullivan,
Zack didn't do it.

If it's DC Cole, Coco didn't do it.

If it's DCI Carter,
Leo didn't do it.

And if it's me,
Jennifer didn't do it.

Everybody follow?

Hopefully the operator here has
the footage lined up.

-Colin. -What?
-My name's Colin.

Nice to meet you.

Do you have the footage lined up?

Yeah, I'm just going to play it.

How long is this going to take?

We all tried to move pretty fast.

There was a time aspect to this,
too.

There!

Oh! Oh, it's me. I mean, it's you.

You're in the clear, Zack.

Oh, I'd know that man anywhere.

Looks like you're off the hook.

-Who you waving at?
-John. -I did wave back.

He did wave back.

Right, must be one of the girls,
then.

I have to say, it kind of feels

like we'd be arriving at
the fountain by now.

Yeah. Is there any possibility there
are two routes through this?

Well, obviously there's always

the statistical unlikelihood
that... There! There! There!

Uh, you missed it. Go back, go back.

Forward, forward.

Keep it there. Keep it there.

Hah!

Sorry.

What?

I didn't do it.

-Yes, you did.
-No, I didn't.

I say you did. And this proves it.

We both made it to the fountain
without being seen.

Which means it's you.

No, it doesn't.

Oh, I knew they'd do this.

What... what were those secondary
motives again?

Um, well, uh, Coco was the original
owner of the Tiffycat account.

And Zack was Tiffany's ex.

-We went on one date ten years ago.
-I wish you'd told me that.

So you don't have any secondary
motives for Jennifer?

Well, no.

Maybe you should have
actually watched the interviews.

She must have taken
that blackmail photo at some point.

Yeah, back in 2019.

What... Why did she have a burner
phone in 2019?

Well, I doubt she took
the original photo on the burner,

just sent it from it.

So what did she take it on?

Could I go to the toilet, please?

Maybe at the station, eh?

You didn't even delete it?

Wow, you must be really stupid.

How the hell did you pull this off?

Blind luck, really.

Her flat just happened to be
next to the right path.

-Tiffany bought you that flat.
-Tiffany bought all of us.

And how are we expected to live now?

Well, in your case,
there's free bed and board.

HANDCUFFS RATTLE

HE CHUCKLES

Jennifer Wicks, I am arresting you
on suspicion of m*rder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it...

Very rarely need a secondary motive.

People are pretty basic.

Well...

Sorry. Congratulations.

Oh, that "well".

Lucy's husband has vanished.

Henry's father has vanished.

They're scared.

And you?

I don't like them being scared.

And I don't like half
solved puzzles.

You're still investigating us?

I'm still investigating you.

I know Lucy visited Holly's k*ller.

We know YOU visited Holly's k*ller.

Yeah, well, I don't
like half solved puzzles either.

Or...

..being left in the dark.

-What's that?
-It's the file you were searching for yesterday.

Unlike you, I have clearance.



I don't really understand it myself,
but it's one of James's, all right.

But it all seems pretty
straightforward.

They always do.

But it means something, right?

Suicide by a random guy,

cleared and closed by James.

-Yes, it means something.
-OK, tell me - what?

I don't know.

It's a bit embarrassing,
but, to be honest,

I don't think we're much further
along than you are.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

Argh!

Well, this is going to be pretty,
isn't it?

CLEARS THROAT

I thought that was you,
DCI Carter.

-I hear you closed that case you're working on.
-Yeah.

Was John Taylor of any help?

Um, actually, yes. Yes.

Good.

I also understand your
sister in law will be

interviewing Miss Kemper tomorrow.

Uh, what? Sorry?

Lucy Betts.

That is your sister in law,
isn't it?

Um, she's Betts-Taylor now.

Well, Joanna's very much looking
forward to it.

Well done again.

-Not much further than you?
-I swear.

Joanne Kemper.

I mean, we know she's involved,
but... But that's it.

We don't know how or why or what
or any of it.

I think I might need
you to trust me here.

-Do you trust me?
-Yes. -What, really?

Well, yes.

I always thought back when
I was James, we...

We kind of made a good team.

Oh, back when you were openly lying
to me every day, you mean.

Well, yeah, actually, I suppose we
did, didn't we?

Ai, ay... Um.

From now on, we compare notes.

Agreed.

HE SCOFFS

Aren't you going to take me home?

I thought Lucy was picking you up.

-I don't know why you thought that.
-Mm...

CAR DOOR CLOSES, CARTER SIGHS

John, we're in here.

DOOR CLOSES

Just taking down some
of these photos.

-I assume you solved that case.
-Yes.

Um, Lucy...

Guess what we found.
Henry, show him.

Oh, no.

Oh, no? Oh, yes!

This is what we were looking for.

This is J Kemper,

linked with a death in 2004.

I wasn't expecting "eureka,"
but, you know.

What's this?

The restricted file,
James's case from 2014.

Suicide. Closed by him.

See the victim's name?

-Ryan Oakley.
-Ryan Oakley...

SHE GASPS

Dominic Kennedy died
in Kemper and Oakley's hot tub.

This is amazing. We've done it.
All the threads are coming together.

She's connected to James.
She's connected to Ziegler.

She's connected
to two unexplained deaths.

-Ten years apart.
-That are both connected to one another.

OK, now I am really expecting
"eureka."

Joanne Kemper knows who we are.

She knows that the wife
of DCI James Taylor

is interviewing her tomorrow
afternoon at four.

-What?
-No, no-no-no-no, because I used my maiden name.

They know everything about us, Lucy.

I'm telling you, they know who I am,
who you are.

I imagine they probably know
that DCI Carter's digging around

in all this too.

DCI Carter?

Yes. Don't worry,
we're way further along than him.

-OK, what does this mean? Are we in danger?
-Potentially.

I'm hoping there's a limit to
the number of people

you can effectively
make disappear.

Right, and if there isn't?

-Well, we've got to leave.
-No, no, we can't do that, Henry.

What?!

She's right. Where would we go?

Mine? Do you think they wouldn't be
able to find us there?

It's too late.

We've been playing a game
without an opponent.

But now we've got one
and she's playing back.

I still need to do the interview.

Why?

Standard game theory.

Her latest move puts us beyond
the point of no return.

It would be more dangerous
to stop playing than to continue.

Can you do it?

I can do anything.

Yes, in theory,
but you don't always try.

I mean, I know you can.

Oh, my God, this is insane.

Oh, goodness' sake!

She's not going to pull out a g*n
and sh**t me

while I'm interviewing her,
is she?

-Is she?
-Highly unlikely,

but I'm not sure you're phrasing
that right.

Whatever it says on paper,

I can assure you,
you're not interviewing her...

..she's interviewing you.

Carrie versus Sloane, the rematch.

We've got two ex-pros with a
history.

A rematch of their 2005 final.

Someone k*lled a snooker player.

Nobody was meant to be
in here during the match.

I was on camera at the time of
the m*rder.

So he was very violently m*rder*d

in a location impossible to access
and exit without being seen.

Don't you have a motive or anything?

-Who are you?
-That's Ludwig. He's famous.

You're a crime solving puzzle
setter. Huh.

You played in an important snooker
final once and he beat you.

He ain't dedicated one drop of sweat
to get in there.

Didn't take the game seriously.

Lucy can't do that interview.

Do I know you? Hildy?
Hildy. Johnson.

Yes, right, of course.

-God, weren't you friends with...
-Joanne Kemper?

Yeah.

She is playing a game and one of us
needs to be at the board.

Ms Betts.

I'm just... frightened, Lucy.

It'll be fine. I promise.

Your husband's a detective,
isn't he?

It's our turn, and I think I have
a move you can use.