(ominous music) I...can't stand crossword puzzles.

So, let me get this straight, you're just a front for Sherry?

Is this off the record?

I haven't decided yet.

Sherry got the odd commission, very low paid for shitty little local papers.

-No offense.

-None taken.

So, she asked if I would be the friendly face of the Puzzle Lady.

(sighs) Of course we had no idea it would make me famous.

We're not happy about living a lie, but it pays for this house.

And let's face it, it's hard to say no to that.

Oh, I agree.

Breaking this story, for instance... It could make my career.

You asked what qualifies me to solve a murder?

Nothing.

I've never done anything important... until now.

So, go ahead.

Print what you will.

I may not be the Puzzle Lady, but I know I can do this.

(dramatic music) (sighs) Good morning, Aunt Cora.

I didn't hear you come in last night.

Oh, I um, I wanted to tell you what we found out about the Burnsides.

-We?

-Mm.

Me and Anton.

-You went with Anton?

-Mm-hmm.

-He didn't... I...didn't know you liked him.

No, I don't.

Or maybe I do.

Anyway, so we can't prove this, but we suspect Bonnie's boyfriend might have killed her by running her off the road.

Oh, so maybe he's the graveyard killer.

But why would he wait so long to kill again?

(Cora sighs) Um, where are you going?

I was hoping you would finally help me unpack today.

Oh, I would, but I have to go and see Hooper.

To tell him about Casey Roth.

Toodle-oo.

(playful music) (knocking) Hello?

Anyone?

(knocking) Jesus... Is this what taxpayers pay for?

Unbelievable.

So much for Inspector Hooper and his excellent team, eh?

(mysterious music) (intercom buzzes) Baidwan Solicitors.

Cora Felton.

Can we talk?

(door buzzes) Miss Felton, you've saved me the trouble of finding you.

I heard there's been more snooping into the Burnside case.

Not by me, I can assure you.

Although Casey Roth may not be the golden boy the Burnsides think he is.

But that's not why I'm here.

Something's been bothering me about the night you saw Stuart and Vicki Tanner in the bar and grill.

You gave her a curious look.

Did I imagine it?

I'd seen them in that bar before, the previous Saturday.

Go on.

Well, he went up to Vicki at the bar, introduced himself as somebody else, like a John or a Jeff or something.

-Oh.

-Exactly.

It was just creepy married couples thing.

You know, pretending to be someone else to spice things up.

Don't knock it, hm.

My third husband, Frank, was a fan of sex roleplay.

This one time...(laughs) Sorry... Uh, Dad just needs...sorry.

Oh, that's quite alright.

Becky can hear my racy little story another time.

Sunil.

Not while I'm working.

This is still our store room, Becky.

Uncle Navene said he'd move all that down to the basement.

What do you think I've been doing all week?

How about a thank you?

(scoffs) Thanks.

Sex role play?

You know, the classic naughty strangers in a bar routine?

Well, no, I don't actually.

And anyway, so what if they were?

So, what if there was more to the message, 'Don't talk to strangers.'

What if it was code for Vicki to play along in a sex game?

Has no one opened up in here yet?

I know that the mayor was here earlier.

And Stuart Tanner.

They were not happy.

-What were they doing here?

-They didn't say.

But I was here to tell you that Casey Roth may have killed his girlfriend ten years ago.

-I'm sorry, what?

-Oh, we'll come back to that.

No, the point is, seeing Stuart Tanner got me thinking about his text.

What made Vicki drive to High Ridge that night?

At first, I thought maybe she was having an affair, but what if her secret lover was her husband?

So you're saying that Stuart Tanner lured his wife there under the pretext of a sex game in order to kill her?

It's possible.

And it's plausible that Donna would've gotten into his car a few nights earlier.

He's clean-cut, respectable.

Why would he kill a random teenager?

And besides, he wasn't even in Bakerbury that night.

The messages on Vicki's phone prove that.

'I'm missing you, honey.

I'll see you next week, honey.'

All that proves is he wasn't with her.

He could have been anywhere.

We both know the stats on spousal murders.

Alright.

I don't, but I'm guessing it's high.

Take another look at Vicki's phone.

See if the message 'don't talk to strangers' pops up anywhere else.

(suspenseful music) -Ooh, sorry.

-That's okay.

Are you working on my dad's case?

Uh, how's it going?

He...he never tells me anything.

-It's going okay, I think.

-Yeah, yeah.

I'm sorry, I can't really... I have to go.

Oh, okay.

Bye Danny.

(high tempo music) Is this some kind of joke?

We just need an explanation, Mr Tanner.

I came here for an update this morning.

The place was deserted.

I knew that Bakerbury was the back of beyond, but this is pathetic.

What do you want to know?

The message, 'don't talk to strangers' appears three times on your wife's phone.

About two months ago, the Saturday before last when you were seen together at the bar and grill, and then on the night that Vicki died.

Look, we like to pretend, alright?

I'll admit that.

But that message wasn't code for anything.

So, what did it mean, then?

Exactly what it says.

I didn't like her talking to strangers.

Vicki was too... trusting.

She'd chat to anyone.

Men would take advantage.

Well, if you don't mind me saying, Mr Tanner, that does sound rather possessive, does it not?

I was just trying to keep my wife... I was just trying to keep my wife safe.

And in the end, someone... Someone killed her.

And now you're accusing me of playing some sex game while there's a murderer on the loose.

That's sick.

(poignant music) I just want you to catch who did this!

Oh, God, why can't you just catch him?

Well, thanks a lot.

All I've managed to do there is upset a grieving man.

See, why do I listen to you?

Because I'm always right.

Eventually.

Katie, what are you doing here?

I think I know who the killer is.

-What?

-Well, I was in the library... -No.

-I found this, this scrapbook and it had all these gross pictures and stuff about the murders and it belonged to Jimmy Potter.

Well, has he upset you?

No, but it was weird.

Look, it's probably nothing, love.

Well, how would you know?

You didn't see it.

No, but I know the Potters and fair enough, Jimmy's a bit of an oddball.

But he's harmless.

No, he's not.

At the town meeting, he gave me this like creepy look.

He probably just fancies you, love, eh?

And who can blame him?

Come on.

You're almost as good looking as your old man.

-Dad, I'm serious.

-Tell you what, love.

Why don't I take you to Bab's Bakery for a hot chocolate just like we used to, eh?

(phone vibrating) Who's that?

It's just my friend, Kyle.

And can Kyle wait?

-(giggles) -Katie?

-No.

-What, what are you doing?

-Oh, Dad!

-You can have it back when you've learned how to talk to me.

Well, I was talking to you and you didn't listen.

Ah... (gentle music) I'm really sorry about last night.

Um, you should know it wasn't about you.

Oh good, 'cause if I misread the signs, I just... No, you didn't.

Um, I am divorced.

-Recently.

-Can I get a flat white please?

-Coming up.

-Thank you.

My ex and I, well, things were difficult, so I guess I just find it hard to... Oh, I'm sorry.

Am I boring you?

No, no, no.

I, um... Becky.

How long have you been back?

Just a few weeks.

How are you doing?

Uh, fine.

Sorry.

Uh, Sherry, this is Becky.

No, yeah, we've met.

Becky and I were, um, uh... We used to be together.

It looks like my coffee's ready, so... It was really nice to see you, Anton.

(sighs) Sorry, sorry.

Here you are, talking about your ex and then suddenly... mine shows up.

(chuckles) Um, seriously, what were you, what were you saying?

-No, it doesn't matter.

-No, it does.

Sherry, I want to hear it.

Well, I was just saying that... (phone vibrating) Oh.

Don't worry.

It's fine.

Go on.

(phone vibrating) No, answer it.

Yeah, no, it's okay.

Just answer it.

Sorry.

(suspenseful music) Cora.

Where?

(suspenseful music intensifies) Jesus Christ, have I gotta take your phone off you as well?

I thought we'd need her, Sir.

Oh, I've met her.

She was a fan.

This is Ally Brindle.

She runs the... She ran the antiques shop.

He took her shoes.

Didn't I say it, Inspector?

I knew he wouldn't risk returning to the graveyard.

Yeah, you are right about that.

But you were wrong about Stuart Tanner.

How so?

Judging by the rate of rigor mortis, she was killed at about 4 p.m.

Which is exactly the same time as I was questioning him at the station.

Perhaps you should stick to crossword puzzles, Miss Felton.

We found this in her pocket, and please don't tell me you have to go home to work on it.

Can you just give me the answer now, please?

-ANTON: Isn't it, 'aye'?

-HOOPER: What?

ANTON: As in A-Y-E.

Correct.

Very good, Anton.

The answer is of course, aye.

I'll put it on the grid.

But how much it'll tell us is anyone's guess.

Right, so now we have three bodies, three clues and no answers.

Maybe someone's taunting us, Sir?

Or they're taunting the Puzzle Lady.

Well, think about it.

This only started happening after she moved to town.

Well, that's fucking unsettling.

(ringtone buzzing) Oh... Right.

Just go and make sure no one else comes in, please.

Uh-huh.

The Tinker and Tankard?

Right.

(suspenseful music) -Is he still in there?

-Yeah.

Any chance he could have left his house earlier today, say around four?

-No.

You sure?

We've been keeping an eye on him all day.

Good lads.

Here.

There's an extra tenner.

For what?

The stuff they're saying, it makes me sick.

I never even touched that girl.

You don't have to convince me, Gary.

When I saw all those fake posts about you, I knew I had to reach out.

Tell you you are believed.

I know when a man's innocent.

I always know.

(mysterious music) -Hey, you're that Puzzle Lady.

-No, no.

Yes, you are.

My wife loves... -See you later.

-Yeah.

...you in those biscuit ads.

Can we have a selfie?

She'll be made up, come on... -Excuse me.

-(laughs) (tires screeching) (engine revving) Ah... Listen, um... about Becky.

Look, I'm not gonna lie, okay?

She, she broke my heart.

She did, but... I am over her.

I am, completely.

Do you wanna go out tonight?

I could do with taking my mind off stuff.

I would love to, but I can't.

I promised my mum I'd have dinner with her.

Yes, I still live with my mum.

It's not exactly lucrative working at the Gazette.

Oh, Anton, I live with my aunt.

What about tomorrow?

Dinner, drinks?

I thought you were skint.

-I still get pocket money.

-(giggling) (door creaks open) -CORA: Oh... -(Anton clears his throat) Have I got a story for you.

Gary Gibson was at home at 4 p.m., so he couldn't have killed Ally Brindle.

But he is mixed up with someone fishy, that's for sure.

I got a photo, but I... I lost her.

-Oh, what's that?

-It was on the doorstep.

'Hand-deliver to the Puzzle Lady.'

Let me see.

'After Bonnie Burnside, what comes next?

Follow the clues.

The Graveyard Killer.'

(sinister music) CORA: Follow the clues.

Now, the first one was found on Donna and this is four down from there.

The second clue was found here.

And what was it?

14 across.

-Uh... -Let's start counting.

In which direction?

Across could mean left or right.

Hm, yeah.

Right, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Right.

(sighs) Died 1940.

Should we try another direction?

No, wait, let's do the third clue.

-What, 18 down, right?

-Yeah.

One, two, three, four, five... (Sherry sighs) CORA: Over here!

(ominous music) (Cora sighs) -Oh... -Hm.

You do realize this could be a bomb?

Yeah, that's what I said.

Oh, it's not.

I gave it a good shake.

You shouldn't have touched it at all!

You shouldn't have even have been in the graveyard!

What the hell were you thinking, all of you?!

Well, what if this was a trap?

You should have called me the minute that you got that letter.

You're quite right, Inspector.

Mea culpa.

My intention was simply to help you, but I'll be more careful next time.

Yeah.

Thank you.

And put these on, so I don't get my prints all over it.

(Hooper clears his throat) (suspenseful music) -Oh, no... -God.

A three letter word for earl gray.

-Tea!

(cackles) -Tea?

It's tea, yeah.

Now, to sum up, we have four answers so far.

Queue, ewe, aye, tea.

It spells 'quit'.

I can't believe I didn't... I mean, well done, Aunt Cora.

So the killer's telling us to quit?

Yeah, that, um, sounds like a threat.

Yeah, from someone who's already killed three women, Miss Felton.

Maybe he's just saying he's done.

Um, quit while you're ahead?

Shit, I have to go.

Alright, let's just get this back to the lab.

Oh wait, what's that?

(mysterious music) There, under the sticky tape.

Is it a hair?

(background music playing) Sorry, I got held up at a...a work thing.

Oh.

It's, um, still lager, right?

Yeah, thanks.

How have you been?

You asked me that earlier.

I said I was fine.

Good, because you look well.

And earlier when I saw you at Babs'... we used to sit at that same table by the window, remember?

Yeah.

This isn't a reunion.

To be honest, I'm not really sure what this is, but I'm here, so... What do you want?

-Just to see you.

-Really?

Hm.

(chuckles) That's interesting, 'cause I remember wanting to see you too, only you, um, you weren't returning my calls.

In fact, you pretty much ghosted me.

That's not... (poignant music) Anton, that's not what I was doing.

I...I thought it would be easier.

Easier?

For, for me?

Let me tell you something.

I wasn't fine, okay?

Not for a long time.

-Okay, neither was I. You're the one who left.

You got your, your high flying job and you were on the first train out of here, okay?

So, let's not pretend that you gave a shit about me or this town or anyone in it.

Not even your family.

Okay.

I'm sorry that I hurt you.

Okay?

I'm sorry that I left the way that I did.

But... you can't deny that we were good together, Anton.

We could be again.

-I've met someone else.

And even if I hadn't, Becky, the answer would still be no.

(under breath) Fuck's sake.

Well, as expected, Miss Felton, the only, uh, fingerprints on that shoe box are yours.

So, you know where the door is.

Come on, Inspector.

At least tell us if the murder weapon was real.

Did you test the blood?

Care to explain why my clients, Mr.

and Mrs.

Burnside, have been asked to provide you with a typing sample?

Because Anton Grant was sent a threatening letter after publishing the Burnside case.

That's why.

Then I'd like to see that letter, although I doubt that it constitutes a crime.

And is that why Casey Roth's still being harassed?

I didn't harass him.

He wouldn't answer the door, so I left.

Excuse me, what?

So, we still don't know where he was then yesterday at four o'clock?

Daniel, please, get a warrant, get some answers and get that bloody printing sample!

Go on.

Hurry up.

-Yes, Sir.

-And you, I don't care who your clients are.

We have to consider the possibility that the Burnside case is linked to these three new murders, -alright?

-Inspector... -What?

-I was asking about the murder weapon.

-Right.

Since the murderer has decided to involve you, Miss Felton, you might as well know.

The blood on the hammer is a match to all three victims.

Didn't I say it wasn't a hoax?

Bakerbury Police?

-Sir, it's the lab.

-Right.

Yes?

Right, right.

Thank you.

The hair's a match for Gary Gibson.

-Get in!

-No.

He, he can't be the killer.

He was at home at the time of Ally's murder.

-I had eyes on it.

-You had what?

Eyes.

I'm telling you, Inspector, he's being framed.

The hair caught in the tape does seem a bit convenient.

Mm-hmm.

Here, look... I saw him in this pub with this mystery woman.

She could have taken a hair then.

Well, she could be anybody, that.

-She looks familiar.

-Oh, wow, that's helpful.

We are wasting time here, right?

The DNA evidence is enough to arrest and charge Gary Gibson, so, Samuel, let's go.

If you see Anton, tell him I said thanks again for dinner last night.

(tense music) -He was... -Mm-hm.

Yeah, yeah.

Please don't make a big deal.

Quite a crowd has, of course, gathered outside the police station.

There've been questions over the competency of Inspector Hooper.

Inspector Hooper, can we get an update on the murders?

Is this the work of a serial killer?

-Mind your business.

-DCI...(sighs) Not wishing to engage there, a stressful day for him, but let's get this... -You should hear his side.

I'm here in Bakerbury with the famous Puzzle Lady, Miss Cora Felton, who we believe is assisting the police in their hunt for the graveyard killer.

Miss Felton, is it true that crossword puzzles have been found on all of the murder victims?

I can't possibly comment on an ongoing investigation, But you are one of the world's leading experts in cryptic clues, are or not?

-I wouldn't say so myself, but yes.

And my insights have proven invaluable to the police.

Well, let's hope your involvement means the net's finally closing in on a killer who so far has claimed the lives of three women here in Bakerbury.

Miss Felton, what's the secret to the delicious flavor of your biscuits?

Well, that's it.

It's national news now.

Dennis will know where we are.

I messed up.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, Aunt Cora... (ringtone buzzing) (sighs) -Chloe?

-It's my fault.

(suspenseful music) It's my fault Donna's dead.

If I hadn't have pissed her off, she would never have run away.

Donna did really bad in her exams, but her math was the worst.

I'm good at math.

So, I said I'd help her.

I was getting her to copy out all the answers she'd got wrong, but she got really mad.

(sniffing) I gave up.

(sobbing) Oh, sweetheart.

It wasn't about you.

Chloe, can I ask, do you have a copy of Donna's exam paper?

May I see it?

Thank you.

(pages turning) Did she get the first three questions right, by any chance?

-Yeah.

How did you know?

(suspenseful music intensifies) The correct answer to the fourth question is D, line.

Oh, my God.

So, it was never a crossword clue.

It explains why the note in Donna's pocket was the only handwritten one.

She wrote it herself.

But if the first clue wasn't a clue, then why is the killer sending more?

He knew that the police were following a false lead because Anton published the story.

Well, false lead or not, we've got our man.

-Has Gary Gibson confessed?

-No.

So what?

(scoffs) What do we know about the killer?

He's clever.

An opportunist who takes delight in giving us the runaround.

Gary Gibson is an idiot.

The perfect patsy for a devious mind.

I'm telling you, he's innocent.

I know it in my gut.

(laughs) I don't give a damn what you know in your gut.

I should never have involved you in this in the first place, honestly.

Miss Felton, it is time for you to accept that you are, are just an old lady who does crossword puzzles.

And as it turns out, these crossword puzzles are meaningless!

I won't have you meddling in my investigation anymore.

And in fact, if I catch you anywhere near it, I'll have to have you arrested.

Do I make myself clear?

(somber music) Perfectly.

I'm sorry I've wasted your time.

Good day, gentlemen.

Aunt Cora!

Aunt Cora, are you okay?

Of course I am.

Never better.

Ugh... -He can wait.

-Just talk to him.

I'm fine.

Hey.

I tried calling you.

How was dinner with your mum?

Not too bad.

Uneventful.

Really?

Becky Baidwan seemed to enjoy it.

Look, Sherry, it's not what you think.

I don't care.

You still lied about it.

And I'm through with liars.

Really?

Because you've been telling a few lies yourself!

How about you tell me who the real Puzzle Lady is?

I don't have to explain myself to anyone.

Least of all you.

(car door slams) (engine starts) (suspenseful music) (church bells chiming) (suspenseful music continues) Well, whoop de do, you've made an arrest.

Can you even prove your suspect killed all those women?

No, but he left his DNA on the murder weapon.

And we've been analyzing printer samples to find out who's been sending those clues and letters.

-And?

-And we found a match.

Well, to one of them.

Hand delivered to the Puzzle Lady and printed off in the library.

Thank you.

-The library?

-Yeah.

Oh, anyone could have used that printer!

Bloody hell, Hooper.

You're gonna need to find a better smoking gun than that, 'cause I'm not telling the women of Bakerbury they're safe if they're not.

He's just being a tosser, Sir.

He's absolutely right, Daniel.

A public access printer doesn't prove anything.

Who's typed this up, by the way?

Uh, Jimmy.

Jimmy Potter.

Jimmy Pot... Katie mentioned something about Jimmy Potter and a scrapbook.

(phone vibrating) Do you hear that?

Coffee.

Hiya, love.

Trying to get through to Katie?

I've still got her phone, darling.

What do you mean she isn't at school?

(chilling music) Well, where is she then?

Is that what Anton gets off on?

Asking me to explain myself.

Just an old woman.

Hooper's an old woman.

At least I'm smart enough to know that he's accused the wrong man.

But who's the right one, hm?

Who's the real killer?

(sighs) We need answers.

Come on.

We're going to Ally's Antiques.

What?

No.

No, you leave me out of it.

Sherry, the killer is out there right now.

How would you feel if he murdered another woman while you were sat there eating biscuits?

That is not fair.

What if that woman were me?

Just because you wouldn't help me.

For fuck's sake, help you with what?

No!

-Come on.

No, I'm not...I'm not going.

(chewing) -Sherry, I'm confiscating it.

-No, you're not!

You're not getting another biscuit.

Get it out of my mouth.

Go on.

Aargh!

-Come on... -No!

Yes.

This is a terrible idea.

How are we supposed to get in?

-Hm.

Isn't the internet a marvel?

All these instructional videos by cheerful men helping burglars.

(chuckles) Oh, my God, we're going to jail.

(scoffs) Nonsense.

The police will thank us for being good citizens.

(lock rattling) Ally was killed for a reason.

Oh...ooh.

(tense music) -(whispers) Stay close.

-Aunt Cora!

Shh!

Where the hell did you get a gun?

Oh, you remember Melvin?

My fourth husband?

-Oh yeah, the...the American.

-Mm.

It was a parting gift.

He's lucky I didn't use it on him, the cheating bastard... Aah!

Oh... (gasping) Right.

Do you even know what you're looking for?

I'll know it when I see it.

Oh... She canceled a meeting on the day she died at midday.

AA meeting.

Yeah, she died at 4 p.m., so she left before closing time.

It must have been important.

(engine idling) Oh, shit!

(car door opens) (car door closes) (suspenseful music intensifies) (car door closes) (engine revving) That was a close one.

Yes, it was.

But this is breaking and entering, Aunt Cora.

You dragged me out here and you don't even have a plan.

Looking for clues is a plan.

It is not our job to look for clues.

I'm so sick of this crap.

I came to Bakerbury for a quiet life, and that is impossible with you.

A quiet life?

All you want is to hide away from everyone and everything in case something bad happens.

Well, let me tell you, Sherry, bad things do happen.

So, either start living, or you might as well go and lie down in that fucking graveyard.

Okay, well, at least I'm not delusional.

You run around wanting everyone to think you're Miss Marple, but it's make-believe.

Just like everything else about you.

You are a fraud!

(tense music) Art authentication... hey, hey!

Of course!

(dial tone, handset beeping) It's the Puzzle Lady here.

Ally Brindle made a copy of the certificate.

Let's not play games.

I could hand it over to the police or we could come to an arrangement.

Is one of you Kyle?

You know my daughter, Katie Hooper.

-So?

-So, have you seen her?

Yeah.

She's about this big.

Do you think that's funny, mate?

Just tell me if you've seen her.

No, I haven't, I swear.

She wasn't at school today.

Right, what about Jimmy Potter?

Has she mentioned a Jimmy Potter?

Have you seen her with a Jimmy Potter?

-No, no!

-Sir!

What?

Jimmy wasn't at the library, Sir, or at home.

Katie warned me about Jimmy and I didn't listen.

What if he's taken her, Danny?

-Sir... -What if he's taken her?

We'll keep looking.

(phone beeps) (phone beeps) Hello, Sherry.

I've just seen Cora on the news pretending to be an expert to the police.

(chuckles) I'm sure the world would lov to know the Puzzle Lady's fake.

Maybe I'll put a call into the press.

Maybe I'll swing by Bakerbury, too.

Pay you a little visit.

Fucking hell.

(laughs nervously) Who are you?

What are you doing here?

You ruined my life and you don't even know who I am?

I'm Casey Roth.

You and that Puzzle Lady have the police thinking I'm a serial killer.

Nobody thinks that.

They... they've arrested somebody else.

Then why are they searching my house, huh?

Because I made a mistake ten years ago?

I made up for that.

I've been a good person, stood by Bonnie's parents.

I tell them she was an angel and they have no idea what a bitch she really was.

What happened?

Did she break up with you?

(dramatic music) Oh, my God, so you killed her, didn't you?

(clanging) Aargh!

You bastard!

Bastard!

Jesus Christ.

-Ah, yeah.

-What is going on?

Will you just, um, help me tie him up, will you?

Have you got any rope?

(owl hooting) (sinister music) (sinister music intensifies) I swear I didn't mean to kill Bonnie.

I was just trying to scare her and she hit a tree.

You'll need a good solicitor.

Oh, my God, Sherry!

Sherry!

Are you're alright?

-Yeah, I'm, I'm fine.

I'm really glad you called.

Are you sure he didn't hurt you?

More like the other way around.

He's not your client yet, Becky.

Anyway, why are you even here?

I came to talk to your aunt.

I remembered who her mystery woman was.

I don't know her name, but I saw her in a lift in my old job in London about six months ago.

She was with Stuart Tanner.

Then I should tell Aunt Cora.

Just got a message from her.

Gone to meet the killer in the graveyard.

Send the police.

What the... (sighs) (sinister music) (camera shutter clicks) -Good.

-Should I do one with my eyes open because people die with their eyes open?

Uh-uh, no.

That was good, yeah.

(car door shuts) (car alarm beeps) Did you hear that?

(owl hooting) (dark music) Do you have the certificate?

Of course, I do.

And what makes you think I won't just take it?

I can handle myself.

Thought you wanted to do a deal.

I do.

But first, I need to know I'm right.

Would you indulge me?

-You're the one with the gun.

-Hm.

You had no idea your first victim had a cryptic note in her pocket, later mistaken for a crossword clue.

When the story was printed in the Gazette, you decided to use it to your advantage to deepen the serial killer myth.

And why would I do any of that?

Because you wanted to kill your wife.

The real question was how to get away with it scot-free.

You found a troubled girl who just happened to be in town late at night.

A random victim would make Vicki's murder appear random too.

But here's your mistake.

Your third victim was far from random.

Ally Brindle was a certified expert in art appraisal.

She was helping Vicki to sell her late mother's antiques.

She found something priceless in that house, didn't she?

(dark music) Ha.

I knew it.

Your perfect plan was for your final victim to take what she knew to the grave.

Well, this is all fascinating, but you're forgetting one thing.

I was with Inspector Hooper when Ally Brindle was killed.

Yes, you were.

By design.

You see, Ally wrote in her diary, 'AA meeting'.

It was to hand over an art authentication certificate to you.

It was originally scheduled for 12 noon, around about the time you went to the police station and found it locked.

So, you aborted the plan and canceled the meeting.

When you were called to the station for questioning that same afternoon, you contacted Ally to say that you would meet her after all at 4 p.m.

So, are you suggesting I was in two places at once?

Of, course not.

I'm saying you have an accomplice.

She killed Ally Brindle in the car park to get the certificate and give you an alibi.

(dramatic music) Ah, hello again.

Maybe you'd care to join your lover, I presume, oh.

Oh, how thoughtful of you to come prepared, Stuart.

Tie her hands.

You know, you've done a lot of talking.

How about you get to the point of this little... (zipping) meeting?

I'm afraid the talking was the point.

To give the police time to get here.

Should be any minute now.

Ah!

(gunshot) -Oh, shit.

-Aaargh!

-Are you alright?

-Aah!

No!

She shot me!

Why did you do that?

-Because you're expendable.

-Shut up!

That's not true.

Give me the gun.

Don't do it.

You're tied up.

You're hurt.

Let me handle this.

(sobbing) Now, how about we go for a little drive?

Get the bag.

Now!

(dramatic music) Uh!

(grappling, fighting) Jimmy?

Jimmy!

(grappling, fighting) (suspenseful music) Aah!

(grappling, fighting) Sorry.

Aaargh!

Jimmy?

(thud) (Stuart gasps) Jimmy?

Jimmy... Ooh...argh!

(choking) (grappling, choking) (high tempo music) (vase smashes) (coughing) (sirens blaring) Don't think I wouldn't ruin that handsome face of yours.

Don't you ever do anything like that again, Aunt Cora.

You promise me?

-Alright, I promise!

And if I do, I promise not to tell you about it.

-No, I'm being serious.

-A joke.

(chuckles) (sighs) -You, you should see it.

He does all these, like, really cool, like, crime reconstructions and, and I helped him, and they're, they're dead gory and... Uh, yeah... Come here.

Oh, what am I gonna do with you?

(Katie chuckles) Right.

Hey, I'll talk to you later.

So, Miss Felton, you think the motive for all of this is a piece of art, but you have no idea what it is.

Is that right?

Exactly.

So, what makes you think that it's here?

Well, they would've removed it from the house the second they knew I was onto it.

Well, wouldn't you?

Right.

They already gave me the keys.

(dramatic music) No, no, no.

It's got to be here.

It must be here!

Can't be right about everything, Miss Felton.

Oh!

(dramatic music) -I know a Turner when I see one.

-Do you?

That's a Constable.

Well, well, well.

I'm so sorry you went through that.

I just wish I'd been there.

No... No, actually, it's okay, and... kind of helped me see things more clearly.

Anton, I like you.

No, I really do, but... this just isn't gonna work.

(somber music) And it's, it's not your fault.

It's just... Things have happened to me that I need to work through and I have to do it alone.

I'm really sorry.

-Okay.

Dennis, it's me.

So, this is how it's gonna go.

If you go to the press about Aunt Cora, I will tell them all about you.

Your music career will take quite the dive if everyone knew you're a wife beater.

Feel free to call me back, or show up in person.

I really could not give a shit.

(birds chirping) (opera on radio) Aunt Cora, look.

Anton got a four-page exclusive.

Oh, good for him.

Oh, and there's a whole bit here on you.

Inspector Hooper says he couldn't have done it without your help.

-Oh.

Oh, wow, and it even mentions Casey Roth's confession.

Listen to this.

Mr.

and Mrs.

Burnside are grateful to have justice for their daughter after all these years.

Yeah.

Hm.

I'm proud of you, Aunt Cora.

I'm proud of us both.

You know you haven't had a real drink in days.

Good lord.

You're right.

Oh, time for a Bloody Mary.

No, Aunt Cora... (chuckling) Mm.

And we still haven't finished unpacking.

Well, so let's finish it.

Are you sure?

We don't have to stay here if you don't want to.

Now, why would I want to leave Bakerbury?

These people clearly need me.

-(Sherry giggling) -Hm.

What did he say?

(laughter) (classical music continues)