02x04 - Episode 4

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{\an8}Joanne Kemper knows my brother.

{\an8}Logic would suggest that
it was in an official capacity.

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

Gah!

It's the file you were
searching for yesterday.

Your case file was 2014,
Sinclair's death was 2024.

But it means nothing.

Unless we find another one
from 2004.

Mr Kennedy was attending
a private party

at the residence of Ryan Oakley
and Joanne Kemper!

I don't want you to die
or disappear.

I don't know what I'd do.

James' case from 2014 - suicide.

Closed by him.
See the victim's name?

Ryan Oakley.

She's connected to James,
she's connected to Ziegler,

she's connected
to two unexplained deaths.

Ten years apart.

I understand your sister-in-law will
be interviewing Ms Kemper tomorrow.

Joanne Kemper knows who we are.

They know everything about us.

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

You're not interviewing her,
she's interviewing you.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the Cambridge Snooker
Exhibition Series,

Cowie versus Sloane,

the rematch of the 2005
Championship Final.

Let's give a round of applause
to Oliver Cowie

and Danny Sloane!

CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

Oliver, you're heads.
Danny, you're tails.

CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

COMMENTATOR: - Sloane's
slip-up means Oliver Cowie

is now steps away from victory.

Not this time!

-Come on!
-Danny Sloane has done it!

-Yeah!
-He is the winner of tonight's match.

What a duel!

"This victory finally puts an end
to a 20-year rivalry."

Come on! There we go!

Yeah? No, I won!

I'm on camera now, right now.

Yeah.
All right, I'll call you back.

OK.

Where do you want me?

Yeah? Yeah.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Hello?

There you are.

Oh, you're back on the cypher?

If it wasn't designed to be solved,
then it can't be solved.

I mean, you said so yourself.

But... But what if it was?

If we can only just ask him.

I mean, if we only knew that,
then at least...

-Who's that?
-That is Helena Moss,

as in one of the people
that James interviewed for the death

of Ryan Oakley.

The drug overdose.
I tracked her down.

She was at uni with Kemper, Oakley
and Dominic Kennedy.

In fact, she was at the party
where Dominic drowned.

And unlike most of the class of '04,
she remained in Cambridge.

-She owns a florist.
-I think you mean she is a florist.

Well, I'm heading down there now.

What? Why?!

Er, to buy some flowers

and subtly introduce her two
dead friends into conversation.

What? I said subtly.

But you're interviewing
Joanne Kemper this afternoon.

Yes, John, giving me seven hours
to get the inside scoop

on at least two people she k*lled
from someone who knew them!

Subtly.

I liked the story where
James was deliberately leaving

clues for his brother
and his wife to follow.

But that's not the story we're in,
is it?

Right, you hold the fort,
I'll be back with the flowers.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello?

CALL DISCONNECTS

Hmm... "Unknown number."

Nobody there.

-It'll be a PIP scam.
-What?

Where'd Mum go?

Florist's.

Is it someone's birthday?

I would imagine so.

Hang on! Why... Why aren't you
at school?

Because my mum is spending
the afternoon with a serial k*ller.

I don't think
that's going to qualify

as a legitimate excuse for absence.

- MOBILE RINGS
- Uh, oh, um, it's DCI Carter.

Oh...
There's probably been a m*rder.

I'll call him back.

No. If... If I've got to go
to school,

you've got to go to a m*rder.

H-Hello?

Oh, dear, that...
That does sound nasty.

It's just, I-I don't have access
to a car at the moment, so...

Florist's.

I would imagine so.

OK, I'm sending an officer.

What? Really?

All right, fine.

Could you get a uniform to pick up
John Taylor, bring him over here?

Oh, and would you tell them to drop
his nephew off at school as well?

Thank you.

INTAKE OF BREATH

What was that?

Problem, DC Cole?

No, sir.

Nice.

Maybe we should all run round
and do a bit of shopping for John.

-Full shop or just a few bits?
-Oh, full shop.

Whatever he needs.

SHOP BELL RINGS

-Hello!
-Oh, morning!

Oh, these are lovely.

Dominos.

White anemones, calla lilies,
black velvet lisianthus

and the black scabiosa.
Or black knight.

Oh, I was rather hoping
for a white knight.

Hmm! They're a myth.

-How much are they? -110.
-What?!

Yes, I'll take those.

-Just become an auntie.
-Oh, congratulations!

Well, thank you,
but I can't take all the credit.

CHUCKLES

Sorry! I didn't mean to...
Do I know you?

Is it Helena?

He-Helena Moss?

St Thomas's College,
like, er, 03/04?

That house on Pulton?

Sorry, I can't quite?

Oh, Hildy! Hildy Johnson!

I was over the road,
at Devine House.

The... The Trinity one.

Sasha, Frances, Nathan -
all that lot.

-Oh, right, yeah.
-I looked different, I had a sort of a big...

Yeah, it was my goth phase.

I had a big... Robert Smith perm,
very heavy dark eyeshadow?

Yeah! Yes, right, of course.

Yes, Hildy!

-Yes... -Yeah, oh, small world.
-Yeah... Yeah.

Weren't you friends with...
God, what's her name?

-She's always on the TV.
-Joanne Kemper. -Yeah!

Always said she'd be Prime Minister
one day,

now they're taking odds on it.
Hmm! We have friends in common.

Yeah, same, same. I only really
knew her through Dominic.

Dominic Kennedy?

Yeah, that was awful.

I know! I know.

Well, I say I know - I mean,
I don't know, I wasn't there,

but I heard the rumours.

Well, he...
He fell asleep in the hot tub.

Oh, you... You were at the party?

Oh, gosh, sorry.
I shouldn't...

No, look, Ryan found him and stopped
me from seeing him, thank God.

Oh, Ryan, yeah.
What, was that Ryan Oakley?

Oh, we were dating at the time.

Oh, gosh!

I-I-I heard about what happened.

I'm sorry.
Were you two still...?

No...

No.

Well, must have been such a shock,
never the less.

Yeah. Yeah, it was.

I sometimes think that year
at St Thomas's was jinxed.

Oh!

Baby's going to love these.

Thanks, mate.

Oh, hello!

Lucy's interviewing Joanne Kemper
today, yes? That right?

Er, yes.

You don't know anything about her,
how she's connected,

if she's connected,
or even why she's connected?

-John!
-Hmm? What? No.

I-I mean, yes, that's right.

Since when did Lucy
become a journalist?

It really depends
on your definition.

Hmm...

Joanne Kemper's a name on
a witness report

to a suicide your brother
investigated ten years ago.

That's it? That's all you have?

Yes. Why?
Have you got something else?

No, I don't have anything.

What?

Nothing, just...

Sometimes it feels like
you're not telling me everything.

Oh, does it? Does it really?

You do realise that's how you
make me feel 24/7, don't you?

Do I? Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.

It's a really horrible feeling,
isn't it?

Yes, it is.

Yes...

We probably better try
and solve that m*rder, shouldn't we?

Yeah.

Oh, I know
it's a crime scene, pal.

I was here when it happened.

If there's any fingerprints
to leave, I've already left them.

Perhaps it's best not to leave
any more, then?

You what, love? What'd she say?

Listen, the DCI's not even in there,
so...

-Well, where is he?
-I...

Which one?

-The detective... looking one.
-That doesn't help.

DCI Carter.
And you are?

Danny Sloane.
As in THE Danny Sloane.

You're a snooker player.

No, I'm a magician, mate.
I'd like to go home now, please.

Is anybody stopping you?
I presume he's given a statement?

-He has!
-Well, then by all means.

Why are you still here exactly?

Who are you?

I'm a Crime Scene Consultant.

That's Ludwig. He's famous.

-He's not famous.
-Yes, he is. -I AM famous.

-Famous for what?
-He does puzzles for all the papers.

You're a crime-solving
puzzle setter? Huh!

Well, your little bud here's
got my number,

so if I can be of any help,
you know where I am.

Ta-da.

Excuse me.

Right, let's... get John up to speed,
then, shall we?

OK, we've got two ex-pros
with a history,

a rematch of their 2005 final
streaming on an online channel

for snooker fans.

The only way into that corridor
is via the main playing area,

so nobody was meant to be in here
during the match.

Now the bit that
you're really going to like.

Oliver Cowie lost the match.

He shook hands, left
and went back to the dressing room.

He left through a door
which remained on camera,

in the background,
throughout the entirety

of Danny Sloane's
post-match interview,

just as it was
during the game itself.

Meaning nobody followed Oliver
in here, not until the ref

and Danny did a few minutes later.

He was lying right there, broken-off
part of a cue still in him.

So, he was very violently m*rder*d
in a location impossible to access

and exit without being seen?

Why would I like that?

Erm... Well, the puzzle aspect
of it.

I mean, it's moderately diverting,

but I'm really pushed
for time today.

Don't you have a motive or anything?

A motive?

Yes, just to hurry it along.

For example, has anything been
disturbed, moved or taken?

That... That can sometimes
suggest a motive.

Actually, Mr Cowie's wallet
apparently is unaccounted for.

His wallet?
Did he have a lot of money in it?

How am I meant to know that?

They're trick shots.

Ollie was known for them.
My dad was actually a bit of a fan.

He's going to be gutted.

Can you put this
in evidence, please?

-What for?
-So that I can read it later.

Looks good.

MOBILE RINGS

-Do you want to get that, or...?
-It's Steve...

My... My friend Steve.

RINGING CONTINUES

Well, if it's Steve, you better go
talk to him, then, hadn't you?

Yes.

Only been here five minutes and
he's already off chatting to Steve.

Did you want to have a chat
with Steve?

-It's not about Steve.
-Well, it kind of sounds like it is.

It's...

RINGING CONTINUES

-Hello?
-Where are you?

That doesn't sound like
one of our doors at home.

Someone k*lled a snooker player.

Oh, that explains it.

-You won't believe how it went at the florist!
-Florist's.

I got her openly talking
about everything!

Really? In a non-suspicious way?

Yes, of course, in a non-suspicious
way! It was amazing.

I really Derren Brown-ed her.

She even started having false
memories of me with massive hair.

Massive how?

Just, I don't... Massive generally.

So I got her talking
about Ryan Oakley,

I got her talking
about Dominic Kennedy,

and you'd better believe it,

Kemper herself.

No word of a lie, John.
I think I was born to do this.

What's he doing?

What's who doing?

What are you doing?

Nothing! What are you doing?

Could you open that for me, please?

Absolutely, just need
to see your warrant.

I don't have one,
or really understand what they are,

-or how they work.
-Ah, then no.

Why not? That's silly!

You know I'm here with the police.

It's obvious I just saw you being
all suspicious with it.

-You should just open it.
-Sure.

Or, and hear me out on this,

I could not open it and just drive
off with everything still inside?

-I'm calling DCI Carter.
-OK.

MOBILE RINGS

-In fact, that's probably him now!
-Give him my love.

Hello?

- JAMES:
- Hello, John.

Lucy can't do that interview.
You need to stop it.

Why?

It's the wrong move.

Do you think
you're the first to try it?

Kemper's taken out players
you don't even know about.

Where are you?

It doesn't matter.

It's all that matters!

Do you know what you've done
to them?

Your family?

Course you do. You remember what
that feels like as sharply as I do.

Stop the interview.

How do you even know about that?
Are you in Cambridge?

Are you in contact with someone
here, someone at the station?

You think you're starting to put
all this together, but you're not.

Joanne Kemper is responsible
for lots of deaths, for some reason.

Chief Constable Ziegler has been
covering it up, for some reason,

and you walked out on your wife
and child, for no reason.

How's that?

James, just tell me everything, now.

I'll help you.

I always would've done.

Then contact Lucy
and stop the interview.

Have you lost her number
or something?

Damn it, John! I'm not
exaggerating the danger here!

It's very, very real.

You have to stop her!

That book, all the codes
and cryptograms, was that for us?

Did you leave a trail for us
to follow? To find you?

To help you?

James, was it ever decipherable?

No.

Then tell her yourself.

What did Lucy want?

What? Oh, nothing.
Just...

Didn't know how to set the video.

All right, that's not
just a lie, John.

That's a lie from 1993.

What?

Did you tell anyone about
the interview?

Lucy's interview?

No? Why?

OK, to be continued.

Well...

-Boot was empty, sir.
-I mean, of course it was.

We were doing 70
and he was still parked up,

inside and changed
when we got there.

Exactly how much of a head start
did you give him?

He got rid of the evidence...

What evidence? The guy was stabbed
and the weapon's still in him.

Is he under arrest?

For what? Not letting a civilian
search his car? No, he's not.

He is, however,
coming in to be interviewed.

Voluntarily.

Do murderers usually do that?

Well, we're not sure
he's actually a m*rder*r, John.

-All he did was not open a car boot.
-He was also very rude.

I get the impression that's actually
just him, to be honest.

-I can see why my dad was an Ollie fan.
-Mmm.

OFFICE PHONE RINGS

That's one of our phones.

Can I go home, please?

What?

I think...
I think I left the oven on.

I had a fried breakfast.

We have the video of the match
coming through,

plus that whole thing
I mentioned about him

voluntarily asking
to be interviewed...

Of course, yes. I-I should probably
still turn the oven off, though.

Mmm.

Right.

Yeah. Er...

-What?
-Safety first.

Sir...

Please. Thank you.

Come on, then.

Oh, the trick shot book.

-Yeah.
-Can I open it now?

-Well, you have already, so...
-Take that back.

I'm not... Urgh...

Oh, thanks.

Be about five minutes.

To turn off an oven?

I should probably check
everything else, while I'm there.

Lucy?!

-John?
-Argh! Don't do that!

What are you doing home?

Thought you were trying to find out
who k*lled a snooker player?

I'm pretty sure it was another
snooker player.

Oh, so you're finished?

Well, no, because he wasn't actually
there at the time of the m*rder.

Have you had any missed calls?

What? No, from who?

Texts, messages, emails?

Check that place where they put
the ones they think don't matter.

Spam?

Right. Erm...

No, nothing.
Who am I expecting one from?

I don't know.

-You don't know?
-No.

OK...

Is there something
you're not telling me?

Oh, don't you start.
You sound like Russell.

There's loads
we're not telling Russell!

You don't actually have to do this.

I'm... I'm worried
I've pressured you.

John, you couldn't pressure a mouse.

No, look, you said so yourself -
she is playing a game

and one of us
needs to be at the board.

You've had no calls at all?

OK, what is going on?

I'm just frightened, Lucy, OK?
I'm just frightened.

Keep your phone on.

It'll be fine.

I promise.

John?

It's at 4.00,
if you wanted to be around.

-Well, come on, then.
-Yep.

I hate reversing.

You're not the one reversing.

-How was your oven?
-What? Oh... Really good, thank you.

-Where's DC Cole?
-He's parking.

He told me to get out
cos I was making him nervous.

All right, well, the Super
wants a word with us.

-What about?
-No idea.

Seriously, what about?

Seriously, no idea.

Mr Taylor...

Ludwig.

I presume you're aware
of the investigation taking place

-in the basement?
-No.

-Yes, you are, John.
-I am, yes.

We've found a document,
hand-written, scanned,

completely in code.

We think you can help.

I suggested that having you
at our disposal

and not utilising it might be
a missed opportunity.

Absolutely, I can help.

Give it here, I'll have it done
in five minutes.

That's restricted information.

We want you tell us how to solve it.

That's half of one line.

I'm going to need more than this.

That's the other half of the line.

Still not enough.

Make it enough.

I'll try.

You know where I am.

Right, what does it say?

I don't know.

-Really?
-Really.

You crack it, you come to me first.

Before the security man?

Yes, John.
Before the Deputy Chief Constable.

Course, Ma'am.

Mr Sloane, thank you
for volunteering to talk to us...

Why didn't you just open the boot
when I asked you to?

Didn't care for your tone.

Also, what happened to you?
Did you zone out or something?

He was just stood there like this.

A man died last night, Mr Sloane.

Yeah, and I'm here, aren't I?
Voluntarily.

Why did you ask to be interviewed?

Help you out.

Give you a little potted history
of me and Ollie.

-Save you digging.
-We already know your history.

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

You know he grew up
two streets from me,

-went to the same school?
-And you were friends?

No, we weren't friends.
He was a weirdo.

-Lived in the library.
-You're not a fan of reading, then?

I was more of a Meccano kid.

He was into puzzles and that.

-Reckon you'd have got on.
-Well, we'll never know, will we?

You seem very casual about
his death, Mr Sloane.

Why shouldn't I be?
Guy ruined my life.

How exactly did Oliver Cowie
"ruin your life"?

I started playing at eight,
full-sized table.

Make a note of that.
And I was good.

I was really good.

Kids from our estate back then?
Not a lot of opportunities.

I might not have been book smart,
but I was smart enough to know

I had an off-ramp if I wanted it.

And I really wanted it.

I used to bunk off school
to practise.

Kept getting suspended,
just kept going.

Friday night, everyone on the pull,

I'd be down the snooker club,
racking 'em up, putting 'em away.

Eyes on the prize.
No distractions.

Get out of here! Get to the top!
Beat 'em all!

Two guesses who I had to
share it all with.

Library boy left his books at home,
came into my territory,

showing off, messing about,
doing his little trick shots.

He hadn't dedicated one drop
of sweat to getting there.

Didn't take the game seriously.

Didn't believe in skill,
said it was all physics.

I couldn't wait to wipe that stupid
gormless smile off his face.

And then he beat you,
in the 2005 final.

Luck, mate, luck!
You know, you remind me of him.

That was your only major final.


That's a record, by the way.

Get that down in your little book.

So it was your only chance
at a title

for the entirety of your career?

And by your own odd admission,

you claim he ruined your life
as a result?

What's odd about that?

What's odd about it, Mr Sloane,

is that you are a suspect
in a m*rder case and voluntarily

giving us an incredibly strong
motive for carrying it out.

Sure.
One you'd have worked out anyway.

Just saving you some time.

A confession would save more.

Well, I'd love to, but I was
on camera at the time of the m*rder.

That's OK, you can still confess.

Yeah, I'd probably have to work out
how I did it first,

and honestly, it seems
completely impossible to me.

You got any theories, or...?

No? Not the nicest of areas
round there, is it?

I think it's where
most of the druggies wash up.

Maybe one of them
had got in earlier?

And how would
they have got out again?

Beats me. Crafty bunch.
Always on the rob.

Have we checked to see
if anything was nicked?

Oliver Cowie's wallet is missing.

Really?
Was he meant to tell me that?

He knows full well
a wallet's missing!

No, I don't.
Didn't know he had a wallet.

-Who doesn't have a wallet?
-Him, now, apparently.

Certainly sounds like
a bungled burglary, doesn't it?

You'd be amazed how often they do.

Yeah, OK.

Anything else, boys?

-Mrs Betts, hi.
-Hi...

She's running about


-Ah!
-It's a Zoom meeting, so she won't be long.

Do you want to take a seat?

Aren't they lovely?

Joanne got me them.

Dominos, I think they're called.

-When?
-Today.

Oh, she does things like that.

It's just the side of her
the public never sees.

Look at him. He's playing
like his life depends on it.

COMMENTATOR: - A
signature move from Sloane.

I mean,
there's no two ways about it.

He's just there, the whole time.

-But he definitely did it.
-Nice shot!

Didn't he?

Not with a watertight alibi.

Look, I've met
Danny Sloanes before, John.

People who enjoy being investigated,
especially

-if they know they didn't do it.
-Or believe we can't prove it.

It's a good shot, though.
You've gotta give him it.

Was it?
Looks fairly straightforward to me.

-You can play snooker?
-I assume so.

OK...

Here you go.

OK, then.

Oh...

I stand corrected.

Snooker's much more complicated
than I thought.

MOBILE RINGS

I've got to answer this.

John!

Must be Steve.

I wonder what he's like? Steve.

Fair.

What's wrong? What's happened?
Where are you?

I'm in Joanne Kemper's toilet, a few
feet away from Joanne Kemper's PA.

-Where are you? Are you nearby?
-Erm...

Because I really think that
that florist has snitched on me.

How could she? You didn't use
your real name, did you?

No, of course
I didn't use my real name!

I mean, there's no way
that she could...

Anyway, it doesn't matter
how she did it, she did it,

because there is a big bouquet of
Dominos out there on the table.

-A bouquet of...?
-Black and white flowers, John,

like the ones I bought.

They are hardly commonplace
or cheap, and yet here they are.

Left there for you to see.

It really is a game.

An actual game. Not metaphorical,
a literal, turn-based one.

Our turn, her turn,
our turn, her turn.

Is this what everyone does?!

-What?
-All people seem to have done today is play games!

Not fun ones either, not nice ones.

No, smug ones.

The "You-don't-know-what-I-know"
type ones.

Just like her.

Just like Kemper.

Gosh, I've really messed this up,
haven't I? I've ruined everything.

Erm...

Well, your silence speaks volumes.

Hmm? What?
Sorry, I wasn't listening.

Lucy...

I think the m*rder*r
is playing snooker, with me.

You thought this was a good time
to tell me that?

I am sat in Joanna Kemper's toilet!
Where even are you?

You said that you would be here!

I will be.

Look, OK, don't bother.

Right, I'm just going to make
very loud puking sounds

and then just go home.

No, you're not.

You're going to walk out there,
sit opposite her... and act cool.

OK, I can do that.

Good.

Because it's our turn.

And I think I have a move
you can use.

John! John!

Oh, there you are.

Look at this,
Oliver's rules for a trick shot.

Set up the table, present
the impossible, defy expectation.

Yeah, so?

So this thing here
is a snooker player's brain.

This is how they think -
all of them.

Danny was putting something
in the boot of his car,

or actually I think he was looking
under his car for something.

Don't think he found it.

Look do you mind filling me in
on this, if not anything else?

Still filling it in myself.

Oliver was stabbed in the back.

Where, exactly?

Literally here, John.

What you doing?

What's this, look?

Oh, it's a broken pipe.
Nice find.

-Don't make it worse, John!
-Stabbed in the back...

-Whoa, whoa!
-There you go! Must be that table.

-Go and have a look at those...
-Cue cases.

-Careful, please.
-Cue cases.

SOCO must have missed this.

What, missed what?

It's a bit of string. I reckon
they just ignored it, John.

That was silly of them.
It's hard evidence.

All right, get someone to
bring him up here, I'll do the whole

this-is-how-he-did-it stuff
up there in the main hall.

Then I'll really have to run.
Is that OK?

Yeah.

OK.

Miss Betts...

-Nice to meet you.
-Hi.

Please, sit. Shall we get started?

There we go. Recording.

Better not say anything
incriminating, then!

Yes...

Just, just out of interest, why did
you agree to do this interview?

Oh, Hannah, my PA,
she said I should do it.

Said you were very nice.

And self-interest, of course.

It is the largest reaching paper
in Cambridge.

Is it?

Really?

Yes...

Wow! Yes, so... Cambridge girl
born and bred?

I certainly am, yes.

I mean, my father held his seat here
for almost his entire life,

so I hope I'm sufficiently
honouring it.

Into politics as a kid, then?

Oh, God, of course not!
No, I was into Beanie Babies!

-Erm...
-Me too.

No, it was University, really.

I started getting into
all the student union stuff.

Would you be interested in hearing

about my time at University,
Miss Betts?

Well, I...

Do you think your readers might?

They may well, yes.

Oh, John?

DOOR OPENS

What? Oh, there you are.

-Good.
-What did you forget to ask me? For a selfie?

I'll just get straight into it if...
If you don't mind.

I can see why you thought
Mr Cowie and I were alike.

He does indeed seem to be
"into puzzles" like me, doesn't he?

These aren't puzzles, though.
They're tricks.

You don't solve a trick.

What? So?

So I have a puzzle brain.

Oliver Cowie had a snooker brain.

Can you guess which of us
was actually more like him?

I am nothing like Oliver Cowie.

Not in personality type, no.

I've been led to believe that
he wasn't a joyless, embittered,

murderous sore loser, for a start.

You can't talk to me like that
cos you're police!

Actually,
I'm a Crime Scene Consultant.

I can do anything I want.

-Is that true?
-That does appear to be the case, yeah.

Checks out, yeah.

So in what way am I like him, then?

Well, you think like him, don't you?

Almost 20 years on
and it still doesn't come

as infuriatingly naturally to you.

You have to actually work for it.

But, ultimately, you think the same.

All snookery.

Which is why you ended up murdering
him with a figurative trick shot.

Do I have to take you through
how you did that or...?

Yes.

OK, then.

Like all trick shots,
the first part is the set-up.

Well, you did say that
you'd got fingerprints everywhere.

Smart move, by the way.

More K*llers should say that.

I'd rather they didn't.

Then you took the shot.

Set the plan in motion.

Oliver Cowie's fate
was all but sealed.

There was just one thing left
to guarantee it.

You actually had to win the match.

That was essential.

Your whole plan completely
relied on Oliver Cowie losing

and therefore
leaving the arena first.

DC Cole commented earlier on
how it looked like you were

playing for your very life.

He was half-right -
you were playing for Oliver's.

If you lost, you'd have no alibi.

You really did base the success
of your plan

entirely on the belief that you'd
been the better player all along.

That's not a belief.
That's a fact.

And I was live on camera
during the m*rder.

Yes, we saw.

You received a quick phone call just
before the interview, didn't you?

Who was it?

My current missus.

We'll find an incoming call from her
on your phone, then, will we?

Because if we do...

I've got absolutely nothing
and you really will win.

Then might I suggest you didn't
receive a phone call at all?

You made one.

APPLAUSE

MUFFLED VIBRATING

A cue-case g*n?

Really?

They sell a lot of them
online somewhere, do they?

I don't this it was sophisticated
enough to be marketed.

Probably something
you cobbled together yourself.

You WERE a Meccano kid.

Whatever it was,
I'm sure it's long gone now.

Well, that is the last stage
of the trick shot, isn't it?

Sinking all the other ba*ls
you've set up

while everyone's watching the black.

You faked shock
at your rival's demise...

but inside, you were celebrating
the success of your plan.

The only thing left to do
was to collect back all the cogs

of your murderous mechanism.

And when the opportunity
presented itself,

you thought you could improvise
another deceit -

a shot to sink the final ball.

Unfortunately for you, though,
it went down the wrong hole.

I think this is what
you were looking for.

Do you think we'll find
your fingerprints on that wallet

that you've claimed on camera
you didn't even know existed?

You know, it was a bad choice
of fake stolen misdirect.

All that effort you put in and
there wasn't even any money in it.

Actually, there was 20 quid in it.

And you took it?!

You're barely even human,
aren't you?!

Right! I'd call that a confession.

Game, set and match.

That's tennis, John.

Now, who's up for giving me a lift?

Oh, I'm more than aware
of how easy I had it, believe me.

Not many student digs were
spare penthouses their father owned.

Oh, it gets level led to me
as a criticism today,

instead of what it actually was -

a... drive to, er,
recognise my own privilege

and to try to make a difference
with it.

It sounds like you were
quite ahead of your time.

Well, Dad taught me a lot.

There he is.

Miss him every day.

Mmm.

Who's the other chap?

Chief Constable Ziegler.

He was in charge of
the whole of Cambridge.

"Was"?

Is.

Slip of the tongue.

Hmm.

So you stayed in the party pad
until graduation?

Er, no. As a matter of fact, I...

I did move into student halls
in my final year.

There was an accident
at the apartment,

a terrible tragedy, and
I couldn't stay there after that.

I'm so sorry...

Was that...?

A friend.

A close personal friend.

Too much drink and passed out
in the hot tub.

The whole thing was just...

awful.

You must have been devastated.

You know what I think, Ms Betts?

I think that drove me too.

Privilege followed by tragedy.

I think that was my wake-up call.

Mmm... You should quote that.

I will, I will.

Yes, I will.

We said we'd compare notes.

I don't have any more yet.

Is this why you offered to drive me?

No, interrogating you
is just a happy by-product.

Well, apparently, I'm dropping
you off outside Kemper's house.

Just down from it, please.

So presumably Lucy's there,

and presumably this is
a fact-finding mission,

so will you please tell me
what facts it is

you're expecting to find?

Well, perhaps just... how many
people she's had k*lled.

Joanne Kemper?

MP for Cambridge St Michael's?!

Yes. I think she's k*lled people.

I don't know why she's k*lled
people, but I think she has.

And I think that Chief Constable
Ziegler helped her cover it all up.

Watch the road!

You really didn't know any of this?

You definitely knew a bit of it.

Look, what I know is that
Ziegler's basically vanished

off the face of the earth
and everyone's just...

pretending like he's on holiday.

He is very deeply involved in this.

Is he, John?

Then why is he missing?

You think he's a goodie?

I think the world is a lot more
nuanced than goodies or baddies.

You're wrong. It's not.

Well, I think he's a goodie.

I know the man.

He was basically my father-in-law,
for God's sake.

He's also the only part of Mandy
I have left.

You want to know my motivation?

That's it. You want to find your
brother, I want to find Ziegler.

So whoever we think
are goodies or baddies,

can we please, please
just work together?

You... You never told anybody
about the interview?

No.

All right, just checking.

Yes, then.

From now on, we work together.

You said that last time.

I mean it this time.

Oh, I don't know...

Er...

Citizen Kane...

Life of Pi...

Mamma Mia! 2.

-Mamma Mia! 2.
-Hmm.

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

Hmm.

Ooh, you research your interviewers?

Very smart.

I met him once.

DCI John Taylor.

-James.
-James, of course.

Nice man.

Mm-hm.

Are you not going to ask me...?

How did you meet him?

Well, tragically, another death
of another close friend.

Drug overdose.

I hadn't seen him for years, though.

You really have had
your fair share of tragedy.

Mmm.

Ten years apart.

Almost to the day.

It's like it's cyclical
or something.

How is he, your husband?

DCI James Taylor?

He's away at the moment, on a case.

Oh, really? Where?

Knight's Path.

That's our move.

Drop it into
the conversation... subtly.

"Knight's Path"...subtly.

Sorry, what does that mean?

I don't know, but it's important
and she won't be expecting us

to know it.

-What did you say?
-I said, "Not far."

They really are beautiful flowers
that you bought for your secretary.

PA. I thought so.

Dominos, aren't they?
Like the game.

Do you play?

Sometimes I like to set them up
and watch them all fall.

Hmm.

Very good.

I might quote that as well.

Right, back to it.

What are your top three
favourite herbaceous plants?

SHE SIGHS

Told you I'd be here.

You did, yes.

Thank you.

You really shouldn't have left
the car unlocked, though.

Don't be silly. What are they
going to do? Put a b*mb in it?

I... I think they usually
put them under them.

Well, then locking the doors wouldn't
have done much good, would it?

ENGINE STARTS

There you go - it's fine.

What?

I mean, we COULD'VE checked.

Looking!

Looking!

Brake! Brake! Brake!

CAR APPROACHES

CAR DOORS CLOSE

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Well, you called it correctly -

half-trying to find out
what I knew...

Hello, Henry!
..and half-trying to scare me off.

Then I dropped "Knight's Path."

-What's that?
-We don't know.

It's a two-word phrase
from a small portion of a document

that I'm pretty sure
was encoded by James.

It's...

It's a... street in the city.

You didn't look it up?

No. Why would I look it up? I...

I didn't know
it was a physical thing.

I'm on it.

Well, did the job.

Scared her off, albeit briefly.

We had to scare her.

We had to force her into
making a different move

from the one she was planning.

Then it's our turn again, right?

Right.

PHONE RINGS

Who is it?

James called me today.

Tried to stop the interview.

Told me you were in
immediate danger.

What?

Lucy's fine, as she was always
going to be,

and if you'd believed for one second

that there was any real threat
there, then you'd never have

-trusted me to prevent it.
-Give me the phone.

Can I tell you something, James?

I've spent my whole life
hiding indoors,

playing games for a living,

and all because I thought I was
the weird one who didn't fit in

in the real world, then I finally
step outside and what do I find?

Everyone's playing them - murderers,
detectives, my own brother!

And for what?

Because I'm beginning to
think it is a choice...

Can I please...?

James?


health condition,

-you could qualify for PIP coverage.
-Oh...

Point still stands.

PHONE BEEPS

What did he say?

Nothing, ultimately.

Nothing?

Lucy...

Oh, you're not going to
believe this.

Oh, just give us a minute,
will you, Henry?

No, I think you're really
going to want to see this.

"Knight's Path" search results.

-Mandy Ziegler.
-The Chief's daughter.

DCI Carter's fiancee.

PHONE VIBRATES

I take it you got my message, then?

I think it's time we met in person.

{\an8}Don't touch anything!

{\an8}But it's a conveyor belt!

John, I need you at a scene.

It's called Pazuru Sushi.

Did he give me permission
to run red lights?

-There's no such thing as permission to run...
-Yes!

There's no such thing
as permission to run red lights!

So we're looking for
one poisoned dish,

proceeded and succeeded by
multiple non-poisoned ones,

with only the k*ller knowing
which is which.

We're being hunted.

Do you know why DCI Carter was here
and who he was with?

Russell, what is it
that you really know?

"Know"?

Suspect?

You seem to think that our local MP
once drowned someone in a hot tub

and then tried to run someone over
with a car?

I do not need a missing husband
to want answers.

Where is he?

We really are going to share a cell
one day, aren't we?

Absolutely nobody knows
where DI Matt Neville has gone!