(mysterious music) (wolf howling) Thank you, Miss Felton, for setting such a brilliant trap.

All in a day's work, Inspector.

Now, if you'll excuse me, all this crime solving is making me peckish.

(gentle music) (sighs) Well done, Granny.

For catching a killer?

For making these yummy biscuits.

(chuckling) Oh... (twinkle) Happy birthday, Aunt Cora.

That's a very small plant.

Yeah, well, that's the point.

They grow.

Mine don't.

I never remember to water them and they die horribly.

-Well, I will water it then.

-Hm.

It'll die anyway.

Or is that what you want, Sherry?

To remind me of my own mortality?

Yes, that was exactly my intention.

Oh, crossword puzzles, crossword puzzles.

I have other interests.

Well, of course you do.

That's why we all chipped in for a strippergram.

Most people would be grateful for so many well wishes, Aunt Cora.

You're right, I'm sorry.

It's very sweet of you to get me a present, and I do know how fortunate I am.

-But?

-Oh, this town.

It's like a morgue.

Except it's not, because ever since Stuart Tanner went to jail, nobody has had the imagination to murder anyone!

-Aunt Cora!

-Oh, well, you asked me.

I'm going for my morning constitutional.

Sure, of course.

It's a very nice day.

Say hi to Hooper for me.

(suspenseful music) Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you supposed to keep some semblance of order in Bakerbury?

I mean, really sorry to inconvenience, but isn't it your job to keep the streets safe for decent, honest, hard-working people?

I'm sorry, what are you referring to?

I'm talking about homeless people erecting a rat infested camp in the middle of the public park.

Yeah, we're aware of the situation.

Oh, well, everything's just fine and dandy then.

I'm sure all the ladies jogging in the park feel perfectly safe.

And my guests at the Duke Vincent just love looking out at a hoard of filthy tramps!

What a charming way for a mayor to describe his own citizens.

I take it you consider even the destitute ones to be citizens.

Miss Felton, you're new here, so I'll put that down to ignorance.

Now, if you'd taken the time to find out, you'd know that I organize regular soup kitchens.

I provide decent housing for ex-servicemen and women.

And I offer gainful employment to ex-prisoners.

So, I don't think I need a lecture on philanthropy from an overrated biscuit peddler.

I want those people cleared off today.

Or I'm sending in the bulldozers.

I'm sorry, what do you want, Miss Felton?

And before you ask, no, I still don't need help investigating anything.

Thank you very much.

-And even if he did, he wouldn't be asking you.

Not now, anyway.

Why not?

Because I saw your advert.

Looks like crime solving made you a bit peckish, Sir.

(laughter) Very funny, Daniel.

Yes, I am partial to the odd muffin.

Is that a crime?

Look, watch this, huh?

No more muffin.

Are you satisfied?

I had nothing to do with casting, but I promise next time I will insist on someone just as handsome as you.

Miss Felton, there is not going to be a next time, because you don't actually work here, do you?

Now, unless you are reporting a crime, please can you just stay away from my station?

Please?

Thank you very much.

-But surely there's... -No.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Ooh, Miss Felton... Happy birthday.

(sighs) (phone ringing) Becky?

Hello.

Long time no speak.

Uh-huh.

(mysterious music) Uh, well, I have a very busy morning planned, but I suppose I can squeeze you in.

Hm.

(suspenseful music) Cora, thanks for coming.

This is Stacey Gallivan.

-I've seen you on TV.

-Oh, huh.

Well, nice to meet you.

-Hm.

Stacey, why don't you start by telling Cora a bit about yourself?

Um, I...I work at the bar and grill.

My boyfriend's been in prison for five years and I wanna get him out, 'cause he didn't do it.

Well, he...he didn't do what, exactly?

Kill his ex-girlfriend.

Well, Darren couldn't have done it 'cause he was with me.

But they gave him life, all 'cause his lawyer was shit.

So, now I'm getting him a better one.

Just to be clear, I haven't agreed to take on Darren's case yet.

I have to look into it and just make sure we have grounds for appeal.

-Oh.

There will be.

Like I said, he didn't do it.

So, a miscarriage of justice.

(sighs) Don't get too excited.

We don't know that yet.

The victim's name was Anita Dryver.

She went out with Darren for a couple of months, but he was in the habit of choking her.

So, she broke up with him.

When he didn't leave her alone, she filed a restraining order.

She was found strangled in her flat and his DNA was all over it.

It was open and shut for the jury.

So, why bother looking into it?

Well, for whatever reason, Stacey is willing to pay me, which means I'm willing to pay you.

(mysterious music) You want to hire me?

Well, I can't appeal without new evidence, and I'm too busy to investigate, so... There's probably nothing to find in any case.

Oh.

How much are you offering?

Make it a hundred.

Not including expenses?

Including expenses.

Oh, (laughs) that's insulting.

I'll do it.

I thought you might.

His name is Darren Duggen.

He's in Bakerbury Prison and I've arranged for you to visit him at 11.

Oh...right.

Oh, and happy birthday, by the way.

(sighs) If you ever need a free lawyer.

Get out of jail free.

One consultation, obviously.

Huh.

Wait, you can't do this!

(crowd shouting) You've got no right to force them to move.

Section 35 of the Antisocial Behavior Act of 2014 says we do.

Now, Sir, could you please pack this up?

Now, I don't want to have to arrest you.

We won't let you arrest them!

Two, four, six, eight!

This is not a police state!

(shouting, chanting) Just calm down!

Alright, I respect your right to protest... Let's try to be civil, shall we, eh?

All you lot care about is keeping this town nice for the tourists!

Tourism creates jobs!

(shouting) Those tents are an illegal occupation of private property.

How is the park private property?

Well, we had to sell off a small section of the park for general maintenance.

You sold it to the mayor!

There was a public notice about it!

Crook, crook!

(shouting) (dramatic music) (shouting, jeering) Get out of here!

-Go on!

Clear off!

-Clear off!

Clear off!

(shouting) Git!

Who the hell are you?

I'm Cora Felton.

I'm investigating your case on behalf of Baidwan Solicitors.

They're representing your girlfriend, Stacey Gallivan.

She's not my girlfriend.

Excuse me?

She thinks she is, but then, she always was delusional.

Right, because you're quite the catch, aren't you Mr Duggen?

Did you kill Anita Dryver?

No, I bloody didn't.

I loved her.

In a strangly sort of way?

We were meant to be together, and we would've been too if some homeless nutter hadn't killed her.

What homeless nutter?

This was all in the trial.

Some investigator you are.

Do you have a name or do I waste my valuable time finding out?

Roy Gleason.

He followed Anita around for days, watching her.

-How do you know?

-'Cause I saw him.

Despite a restraining order.

So you were stalking her too?

It's not stalking if you love her.

Look, let's cut the bullshit, shall we?

I know you're a complete bastard, luckily for you, after five divorces, I have a pretty high tolerance for it.

If you didn't kill Anita, I'll find out who did.

Just so we're clear, if it were up to me, I'd keep you in here anyway.

(threatening music) -Ms Cora Felton?

-Uh, yes.

Ah, so it is you.

What an honor to have the Puzzle Lady here.

I'm Governor Peacock.

Perhaps we can have a chat?

My office is far more comfortable.

Ah, here's my secretary, Ida.

PA.

I'm your PA, Jonathan.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Can she get you anything?

Tea, coffee, water?

No, thank you.

I must congratulate you for your brilliant work on the Tanner case.

I mean, without you, he and his accomplice might never have been caught.

That's very kind of you to say.

I have taken the liberty of checking the visitors log.

May I ask, what is your interest in Darren Duggen?

Mm-hmm.

Well, that depends.

What's your interest in my interest?

(laughs) No interest, apart from your wellbeing, Miss Felton, but if you are here in an investigative capacity, I should warn you that Darren Duggen is a dangerous killer who deserves to be exactly where he is, serving life.

Darren claims a homeless man killed Anita Dryver.

(chuckles) Ask any prisoner here and they'll name someone else as the guilty party.

So, I say this with the greatest respect.

Don't be taken in.

Oh, I certainly won't, Governor Peacock.

(suspenseful music) (dramatic music) (gate beeping) Excuse me, sorry.

Sorry to bother you, um, Anton Grant, Bakerbury Gazette.

I'm writing an article about ex-prisoners being offered employment on release.

Have you got a minute?

I've barely seen my girls in 18 months, so what do you think?

Tosser.

I'm taking it that didn't go as planned.

What are you doing here, Anton?

I could ask you the same thing.

You first.

Alright, I'm working on something about exploitation.

So far it's just a hunch, but could be big.

You?

Becky's hired me to look into a cold case.

Possible wrongful conviction.

I won't step on your toes if you don't step on mine.

Deal.

You've got some nerve, you know that?

Pulling a vanishing act on my niece.

(scoffs) Is that what she told you?

She didn't tell me anything.

Well, if she had, you'd know it was her that ended it with me, and not the other way around.

-Oh.

-Yeah.

Oh.

Then, maybe you need a reason to come by the house.

You could do me a favor at the same time.

(upbeat music) I'm listening.

Can you do some digging on a local vagrant?

Name's Roy Gleason.

Might be tricky with no fixed address, but I'll try.

As it's your birthday.

(Cora sighs) So, they used a handsaw to cut through the temporal bone and then they opened up his brain and pulled it all out when he was awake.

CORA: Hello, Katy.

Aren't you supposed to be at school?

Uh, it's, uh, break time, but I should be getting back.

Um, could you not tell my dad that I was here?

I can keep a secret.

Ah, Jimmi.

Just the man I need.

-I'm investigating the murder... -There's been another murder?

Oh, no, this was about five years ago.

A young woman from Bakerbury called Anita Dryver.

I need whatever you can find out about the trial in particular and maybe an obituary if you can find it?

Um, no, s...sorry, I...I can't.

-What do you mean you can't?

-Well, I'm not supposed to.

Um, you see, I promised my mum I would stay away from that kind of stuff.

And, uh, Inspector Hooper, well, he warned me to stick to murders in books, not real life.

Ah, you're not supposed to be spending time with Katy either, but you're doing that, aren't you?

(playful music) Anita Dryver.

There you go.

(sighs) There's more to this than meets the eye, I'm sure of it.

Governor Peacock practically begged me to drop the case.

-Hm, Anita Dryver?

-Yes.

But never mind about the obituary, read about the trial.

Darren's defense was shoddy.

He was crucified in the press.

Oh, he's a nasty piece of work, but I think he might just be telling the truth.

He claims there was a second stalker, Roy Gleason.

(knocking) Can you believe the defense didn't even bother to call him as a witness?

Oh, you were fast.

Come through.

Anton, um, hey.

ANTON: Hey.

Good to see you.

I've not seen you around much, where you been hiding?

Oh, nowhere.

I go out all the time.

Oh, joining me at bridge doesn't count.

Oh, is this your cold case?

Yeah, I remember it.

I'm pretty sure it was the ex-boyfriend.

Hm.

I'm keeping an open mind.

Fair enough.

So, I tracked down Roy Gleason.

Oh, you found him?

Good work.

He's ex-military.

Medically discharged about six years ago after a nervous breakdown in Afghanistan.

Then he was homeless for a while.

That's his current address.

-Oh.

Okay.

Oh, Imperial Gardens, Winterbourne Estate.

Ooh, sounds swanky.

It is.

It's a gated community for ex-servicemen and women connected to the mayor.

Then again, most things in this town are connected to the mayor.

Hm.

You smell something fishy.

(dark music) Oh, come on.

We're all friends here.

Well, that's why I wanted to talk to ex-prisoners.

I think Mayor Firth may have a deal with Governor Peacock to use them for cheap labor in his hotels and bars.

I always knew he was a snake.

Speaking of which, you want company talking to Gleason?

Could be dangerous.

-No need.

I'll be with her.

Okay.

Well, just try not to hit him in the head with the frying pan.

(chuckling) Bridge?

I go out.

I know.

Ooh.

(birds twittering Someone has landed on their feet.

Hm.

Sorry to bother you.

We're looking for Roy Gleason.

Is he here?

-What do you want?

-I'm Cora Felton.

I know who you are.

I said what do you want?

We just need to ask a few questions about the murder of Anita Dryver.

Terrible business.

I'm sure you remember.

Uh, shall we discuss it here or would you prefer somewhere more private?

(door creaking) You've got two minutes, then I want you out.

Hm, straight to the point.

I like a military man.

You were seen following Anita Dryver in the days before her death.

Care to comment?

That's what her piece of shit ex-boyfriend claimed.

But he's a liar.

Like I told the police, I never even met the woman.

Are you quite sure?

Because I have seen a photograph of Anita in a cafe with you clearly watching her through the window.

The image is a little grainy, but it is clearly you, Mr Gleason.

If there was a picture, it would've come up in the trial.

It's only just come to light.

But it'll certainly be admissible in Darren Duggen's appeal, won't it, Sherry?

Mm.

I don't care what picture you've got, because it won't prove a thing.

I never touched her.

Now get out!

Get out and don't bother me again!

Hm.

(sinister music) (door opens) He was a shifty as the Governor.

And now I think about it, so was Stacey Gallivan.

-You mean Darren's girlfriend?

-Mm.

The one who hired Becky?

Alright, what about me, then?

Maybe I killed Anita Dryver.

(Cora chuckles) I'm just saying that Stacey's a lot more into Darren than he is to her.

Maybe she bumped off Anita to get her man.

Yeah, but she'd have known he'd be a prime suspect.

Why land him in jail?

That gray car behind me.

Don't look.

A man in a hat and glasses, he's been following us all morning.

What?

How do you know he wasn't just driving in the same direction?

Then what's he doing sitting there now?

Waiting for us to leave, that's what.

Are you gonna shoot him?

Read out his numberplate for me.

Have you got any binoculars in there?

And how do you know they weren't just driving in the same direction?

Why is it so hard for people to believe I was being followed?

It could have been a Puzzle Lady fan.

Exactly.

It's just some loser.

Hm.

No, I... No, I was leaving a suspect's place and the car was waiting for me.

What suspect?

Uh, an ex-soldier called Roy Gleason.

Duggen claims he's the real killer.

Oh, well, if Darren Duggen says so, then, I mean... Yeah.

And since when are you on the side of scumbags like him?

I'm just trying to get to the truth.

If he's guilty, then let him rot.

But I'm ruffling a few feathers by making inquiries.

And in my experience, that means something is not right.

(laughing) Hark at her, eh?

Ruffling feathers?

In her experience?

(giggling) Will you run the number plate?

What if the person in that car wants to kill me?

Would you like to be forever known as the inspector who let a national treasure die?

(playful music) Go on then, yeah, I'll run the plate.

(sighs) Thank you.

-Yeah, I'm going?

-Yeah.

Yep.

(background music playing) Lime and soda.

So, what did Darren think about me getting a lawyer?

I hadn't told him in case it didn't work out, but... was he pleased?

Not that I could tell.

But then I don't know him very well.

He said you two go back a long way.

We were neighbors growing up.

I used to follow him around on his bike and stuff.

We was inseparable for a while.

Just for a while?

Till he discovered girls.

Girls besides you.

Oh, we never... When he gets out, we'll be together.

Properly.

I see.

In the meantime, he's rather a captive audience, isn't he?

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm merely observing that with Darren in jail, he can't chase after other women.

So one might say that Anita's death was good for you.

You think I wanted her dead?

No, I'm just exploring all angles.

Including me?

I...is this what I'm paying for?

Some old bag to show up and accuse me of murder?

I never said you murdered her.

Explore that.

Whew.

Very refreshing.

Yes... (phone vibrating) Ooh.

(sniffs) (sighs) Whew.

Ooh.

Inspector, hello.

Oh, Brinford, you say?

Yes.

House number?

He's on the high street number, number 125.

A name of Peter Burns.

Ever heard of him?

Nope.

I've gotta go.

My wife's here.

Thank you, Inspector.

Hiya, love.

You look nice.

This was confiscated from Katy at school today.

She was showing it to all her friends.

I think she was more disturbed by the Tanner incident than we thought.

Bloody hell.

Well, where's she got this?

(mysterious music) Jimmi bloody Potter.

(engine humming) (dog barking) So, you're a private detective.

Who hired you to follow me?

(door clanking) You might as well tell me.

I'll find out.

I always do.

(birds chirping) Is she here?

Yep, come on in.

Oh, good morning.

We have to drop the case.

Why?

Because I upset Stacey?

Oh, she's the one who threw her drink at me.

Turn on the news.

Six months back, we had to fish it out the River Nidd.

Now it's gone again!

I just hope they haven't popped it this time.

Wow.

No, you're right, that is huge.

Here we are outside Bakerbury Prison where unfortunately this morning there was a violent attack which resulted in murder.

Prisoner Darren Duggen survived the attack, leaving the other man dead.

Darren killed someone.

Duggen stabbed the other prisoner in self-defense after he came at him with a handmade knife.

The name of the deceased prisoner is Jason Dryver.

Dryver?

So he's connected to Anita Dryver?

...the murder of Anita Dryver, Jason's sister.

It appears Jason was recently transferred from Durham Prison after he was convicted for attempting to rob a Bakerbury bank with a fake gun a year ago.

I'm here with Governor Peacock.

Governor, how is it possible for two prisoners with a deadly grudge to end up in the same prison wing?

Well, I'm afraid violent prisoners can't always be prevented from being violent towards each other.

Yes, but given their history, surely... Look, look, you have to let me finish.

Yeah, I'm running a very busy prison here.

It's impossible to keep track of the crimes of all of the inmates.

Rod, I think we both understand... I knew it.

I knew there was more to this.

(dramatic music) Miss Felton.

I thought you'd swing by.

Jason Dryver's attempted robbery was here in Bakerbury.

Yeah.

And I arrested him myself.

Not that he put up much of a fight.

He confessed straight away.

He...he could hardly plead innocent, could he?

Everyone had seen his face.

Maybe that was the point.

Maybe he deliberately committed a moronic crime just to get sent to jail so he could kill Darren Duggen.

Maybe.

But, so what?

The plan failed.

Duggen killed him in front of a dozen witnesses.

Darren Duggen is serving a life sentence, so, now any chance of an appeal is out the window.

And that makes you somewhat redundant, wouldn't you say, Miss Felton?

(clicks fingers) Come in.

I believe this is yours.

(sighs) Yeah.

Did I not make myself clear, Jimmi?

Um, yes, but um, I... I don't want my daughter seeing stuff like this.

She's only 15, mate.

Yeah, you're right.

I...I'm sorry.

Have you got no friends your own age?

Like, honest to God, Jimmi, nobody, no pals?

Um... There's Fat Keith.

Fat Keith.

Well, go and hang out with Fat Keith!

Chat about exploding heads until your hearts are content.

Just keep Katy out of it, please.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Go on.

Jimmi's a sweet kid.

You know he'd never do anything to harm Katy.

You know, Miss Felton, I am used to you sticking your nose in where it's not wanted.

But really, when it comes to my family... (door opens) Hey.

What did Hooper say?

(sighs) I don't want to talk about it.

Do you know I'm still being followed?

Ha!

He's parked just down the road.

Are you serious?

-I find it strangely comforting.

-Why?

Because it means someone is scared.

Oh... What happened to you, hm?

A man happened.

That's what.

Anita Dryver is survived by her brother, Jason Henry Dryver, and her sister, Bella Katrina Dryver.

I didn't know Anita had a sister.

Yes, I know.

It was in the obituary.

The one you said wasn't important.

Well, Bella Dryver could be important.

Very.

Would you look into it for me?

-Me?

-Yeah.

Find out where she is.

No, I...I can't.

I've got, um... Yep, sure.

(suspenseful music) Cora: I'm here to see the Governor.

(engine revving) (ignition screeches) (sighs) Alright.

Anton Grant from the Bakerbury Gazette.

I'm writing an article about Mayor Firth's employment of ex-prisoners.

Is there someone I... (dial tone) (sighs) Sherry.

Hi.

-Is it okay that I'm here?

-Of course.

I mean, yeah, I'm...I'm at work, but it's, it's cool.

What can I do for you?

-I am trying to track down Anita Dryver's sister, Bella.

I couldn't find anything online except a work number, but she quit a year ago.

I just thought you found Roy Gleason pretty fast.

I can search for a last known address.

Doesn't mean she'll still be there.

What's the full name?

Um, Bella Katrina Dryver.

Katrina...can't be too many of those.

(chuckles) -Yes.

-Oh.

Three matches in the UK.

Norwich, Inverness, and yes, Yorkshire.

(printer humming) (phone ringing) Peacock.

No, this is the Governor.

Miss Blunkett's called in sick.

Printer cartridges... How should I know?

Just...call back on Monday!

Miss Felton, how did you get in here?

Bribery.

I am afraid I can't chat.

You've caught me at a rather difficult time.

I bet I have.

I saw you on the news, and if I may say so, Governor, I didn't buy it.

Didn't buy what?

You seemed pretty clued up on Darren Duggen before.

You would've known who Jason Dryver was when you transferred him.

Prisoners are moved all the time due to overcrowding and no, actually, I...I didn't know who Jason Dryver was until it was too late.

But that doesn't explain why you put him in with category A prisoners.

Robbery's a far lesser crime than murder.

Well, Jason Dryver was clearly dangerous enough to be there.

He was the one with the knife.

Ah, yes, the knife, that you didn't find in your routine searches.

Anyone would think you wanted Darren Duggen killed.

I resent that, Miss Felton.

I am doing my level best to run a safe prison and I will not have you implying otherwise.

Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to ask you to leave.

Ah, Mayor Firth.

(ominous music) Um, is Duggen safe now or have you put him in with a cage full of hungry tigers?

He's being held in isolation at his own request.

Satisfied?

Hm.

(dog barking) (tire hissing) There... Hm.

(dog barking) Cigarette?

You may be here some time.

No?

Oh, well.

Suit yourself.

Not from the tabloids, are you?

No.

No, God no.

Well, Anton is a journalist, but he...he's one of the good ones.

Alright, come on.

Sorry, it's just...they wrote all kinds of crap about Bella's sister when she died.

I mean, she was murdered, you know?

Thank you.

Well, that's why we're looking further into Anita's death.

I thought they caught the guy.

That may not be the whole story.

We were hoping to find Bella to ask her a few questions.

Well, if you find her, you can tell her I've got a few myself.

She disappeared a year ago.

She disappeared?

Well, she up and left.

I went to work one day, and then when I got home, she'd gone.

Didn't even write a note.

We were really close, you know.

Or at least I thought we were.

Well, maybe what happened with her sister just got to be too much.

You know, sometimes we just need to run away.

Well, she'll be going through it all again.

You know, with her brother being killed.

Did you ever meet Jason?

Yeah, once or twice.

He was a nice guy.

That's why I was so surprised he tried to rob that bank.

But, like you said, trauma.

And how did Bella react to all of that?

That was the week she left.

Hm.

(suspenseful music) (engine humming) So, her brother gets into trouble and Bella just ghosts her whole life.

Why?

He initially got sent to Durham Prison, right?

Maybe she moved there to be closer to him?

That makes sense.

Which means there's a chance she followed him back to Bakerbury when he was transferred.

She could be right under our noses.

You're getting good at this.

(scoffs) Come on.

Don't take this the wrong way, but I am actually quite surprised you're still at the Gazette.

Especially after the Tanner story.

Well, I did get one offer from Manchester, but, um, I'm still thinking about it.

What's to think about?

(car door closes) (doorbell rings) (suspenseful music) Oh, come on!

Shit, shit!

Well, what have we here?

PEACOCK: Oh, God.

That appalling Puzzle Woman's been sniffing around again.

She's like a festering boil right on my backside that just won't go away!

IDA: What was she asking about?

You and me?

PEACOCK: No, not that.

Jason's transfer.

If she thinks she knows what's happening, she'll blab about it all around town, and then we're screwed!

IDA: What are we gonna do now?

I suggest you let me in.

IDA: (whispering) Oh, no!

She followed you.

(doorbell rings) She followed you.

Mr Peacock, I know you're in there.

(whispering) Ida, don't answer.

Don't answer the door.

Don't answer the door.

Don't answer the...oh, God!

Ah.

What a considerate boss you are, checking in on your assistant when she pretends to be ill.

I am bloody ill.

Oh.

Still, I'm sure your wife would be delighted to hear that you two are on such intimate terms.

Oh, God.

Please, don't tell her, please.

Look, what do you want to know?

What I asked you before.

Why did you transfer Jason Dryver?

Someone has a video of...us.

Oh, you're being blackmailed.

By whom?

We don't know, but they filmed in my house.

They were in my bedroom.

Was anything stolen in the process?

-No.

-So not just an opportunist.

They came for only one purpose.

Well, don't just clam up.

Give me details.

Did they ask for money?

How did they contact you?

It's just phone texts.

I offered them money, but they didn't want that.

They told me to transfer Jason into the same wing as Darren Duggen or the video would go public.

I mean, I had no choice.

Well, of course you had a choice.

You knew Jason would try to kill Darren.

Duggen's a monster.

He deserved it.

But I couldn't have known Jason would be the one who'd end up in the morgue.

Well, whatever helps you sleep at night, whichever bed you choose to be in.

Look, what are you going to do with this?

Go to the press?

The police?

I'd lose my job, my marriage.

I...I could even end up in prison.

Look... All for having an affair with my secretary!

For the last time, Jonathan, I'm your PA.

And I don't actually sleep at night anymore.

Not since the break-in.

Then perhaps you've been punished enough.

As for you, I happen to know how shitty it is to be cheated on.

But I have bigger fish to fry, like a certain murder that stinks to high heaven.

So, despite your charming summation of my character, I will indeed keep this between us.

Oh, thank you so much.

Save your thanks.

I might ask you for a favor sometime.

(suspenseful music) (sighs) (horn blaring) I don't why you wanted me to talk about the graveyard.

Wasn't even scary.

It was brilliant.

That's good, honey.

I'm glad.

Derek, can you take her home please?

I have to get back to work.

Yeah, uh, just... go wait in the car, love.

Maybe she is fine.

Maybe it's fine?

Did you not see the raw slash test thing?

I mean, it looked like bloody roadkill to her.

Rorschach?

Yes, I did.

Don't snap at me.

I'm sorry, love.

I'm sorry.

I just... I'm just worried, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Me too.

Come here.

Ooh.

-I love you, darling.

-I love you too.

We'll talk about it later, okay?

We will.

Have a good day, love.

(phone ringing) Sammy, can this wait, mate?

I'm just in the middle of... Right, I'm on my way.

Do not tell your mum about this.

So, someone was blackmailing the Governor to put Darren's life in danger?

-Mm.

Could it be Bella getting revenge for her sister?

I'd put my money on it.

Where was that flatmate you talked to anyway?

It's a town not far from here, Brinford.

Brinford?

That's where I found PI Burns.

Coincidence?

I think not.

(phone vibrating) Sorry.

Danny?

Hey, what's up?

Okay, thanks.

Yep, yep.

I didn't hear it from you.

We'll be there in five.

You're not gonna believe this.

Um, what are you lot doing here?

We can't reveal our sources.

Did you hear that, Danny?

They're not gonna reveal you as their source.

Me?

Sir, I didn't... I'm sorry, Sir.

It's just they were investigating him, so... Can you keep it down, please?

If he hadn't broken his neck in the fall, he would've bled out from the stab wound.

But do you think he was murdered?

I'll ask the questions, Miss Felton, thank you very much.

So, do you think he was murdered?

Well, it hardly looks like a freak accident now, does it?

It looks like it could have been some kind of freak accident.

Wait a minute, what?

How does that prove it's an accident?

-Yeah.

-Well, it's obvious, in't it?

He's, uh, been polishing his bayonets.

He's pissed.

Goes downstairs, takes a tumble.

(blows raspberry) Falls onto it.

No, no!

He's polishing his knives.

Someone bursts in.

There's a hand-to-hand fight.

It moves out onto the landing.

The killer stabs him and pushes him down the stairs.

Hand-to-hand... That's pure conjecture!

Katy, what the hell are you doing in here?

I told you to wait in the car.

I did.

Relax, they, they put the body away.

I wanted to see it, but it was zipped up in a stupid bag, so... HOOPER: Bloody... (sighs) Danny, just take her home, please.

Go on.

Yes, Sir.

Come on.

HOOPER: Get home, you.

So, has she actually found anything that will help Darren's case?

I've found out plenty, Miss Gallivan.

(Stacey chuckles) Whether or not it'll help Darren isn't for me to say.

But, in a nutshell, I questioned Roy Gleason and within 24 hours he was found dead in suspicious circumstances.

Meanwhile, the Governor was being blackmailed over a sex tape of him with his PA, Ida Blunkett.

The blackmailer forced him to transfer Jason Dryver to the same prison as Darren, who then killed him in self-defense.

I suspect the sex tape was made by a private investigator by the name of Burns, who's been following my every move.

In fact, he's out there right now.

BECKY: What makes you think he made the sex tape?

Because Anita had a sister, Bella, who's currently nowhere to be found.

PI Burns just happens to be from the same town as Bella Dryver's last known address.

Could Bella be the one blackmailing the Governor to put Darren in harm's way?

You mean he could still be in danger?

(sighs) Oh, my God!

(melancholic music) Darren didn't even kill Anita!

Miss Baidwan, please, you have to get him out of jail before something else happens to him!

Stacey, I thought you understood.

Darren's appeal is over.

He killed a fellow prisoner.

No jury is ever going to overturn his conviction now.

So there's, there's nothing else you can do for him?

(Stacey sighs) Well, thanks.

Thanks for nothing.

Always nice to have a happy customer.

Well, she's not a customer anymore.

It's over, Cora.

Case is closed.

(suspenseful music) It's not over until the Puzzle Lady sings.

Oh, what a day.

(sighs) -Want a takeaway?

-Yeah, go on.

Hm, what's that?

Looks like another birthday card.

Oh, my birthday was yesterday.

Yes, well, it's your birthday weekend.

Open it.

What is it?

(tuts) Someone's idea of a joke.

"Cora Felton will die next."

Oh, my God, Aunt Cora.

(chilling music) Well, that's a death threat.

Really?

It's not that serious, is it?

No, of course it's serious.

It was hand delivered.

That means they know where you live.

Well, if it had been posted, they'd still know where I live.

What?

Oh yeah.

Yeah, whatever.

Just in case it has fingerprints.

Whew, okay, let's get this to Hooper.

Come on, Aunt Cora, let's go!

Oh, right, right, right.

Okay.

Strange.

Hello?

Where is everybody?

They're all at the library.

Sir, I'm on my way.

What's going on?

All I know is there's been another incident.

(dramatic music) Why are all the lights off?

Hm.

Surprise!

(screaming) (laughter, applause) You bastards!

We got you.

(applause) Look at your face.

(laughter) And this is courtesy of Babs' Bakery.

My pleasure.

Oh, amazing!

Ooh, according to this, I'm still 30.

Mm, yes, okay.

Let's get her some champagne, please.

-Here you are.

-Ooh.

You're not gonna say thank you for, uh, "setting such a brilliant trap?"

-This was you?

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Thank you very much.

Then the least you can do is tell me what the coroner said.

Right.

Gleason's blood alcohol was sky high.

The stab wound however was low.

So unless he was killed by a, a psychotic toddler, it was an accident.

But it can't have been.

He knew something about Anita Dryver's murder, I know it.

Someone killed him to shut him up.

No.

There was no evidence of any intruder in the place.

There was no witness statement to support any kind of commotion, and there was no visitor in the building that night.

Look, stop assuming that there is a murderer around every corner, Miss Felton.

(thud) (screaming) (dramatic music intensifies) Danny, get upstairs!

Sam, make sure nobody gets in or out.

Can we lock that back exit please?

Katy!

Katy, don't look, honey.

Don't look.

Katy, don't you look!

It's DCI Hooper.

Can you get a car down to the library, please?

Right away.

There's a body.

(dramatic music continues)