We need an answer on this little prison visit of his. He visited
Adam Newsum in prison, Holly's killer. He's not supposed to go
- anywhere near that case. - I know that.
You're going to have to drop his name in subtly
and see how he reacts.
I'll tell you what I heard today about Ziegler.
Chief Constable Ziegler is on official leave as of this morning.
I'm assuming this isn't normal.
Ziegler took you to her house.
She thought you were James, still might for all we know.
Next day, Ziegler's gone.
I will interview Joanne Kemper.
Please don't interview Joanne Kemper.
What did you say your name was again?
Your brother, Ziegler, Holly Pinder, Adam Newsum.
So what's Ziegler's connection to it all?
Seemed fairly random to me.
- Who's that? - Deputy Chief Constable Radley.
That man there is running the Holly Pinder task force.
- Who is he? - Ziegler's replacement and Kemper's personal security liaison.
Every thread leads to this woman.
She IS the mystery.
Who actually is she?
That's precisely what we need to find out.
HEELS CLICK ON GROUND
DISTANT CLANKING AND ANIMAL SCREECH
BELL TOLLS
- WHISPERS: - Oh, come on, where are you?
HE SNORES SOFTLY
DOOR CRASHES OPEN
# Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John
# Went to bed with his trousers on
# One shoe off and the other shoe on... #
What are you doing?
- Why are you...singing? - # Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John!
Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.
I was in the middle of a dream.
- Gosh, do you dream? - What's that supposed to mean?
- Of course I dream. - Are they really weird?
- No. - Are they really boring?
I don't wish to discuss my id with you, thank you.
- Why am I awake? - I got my interview with Kemper.
Well, I think it came through last night.
It was in my spam, so I need those questions.
- Questions? - The, um, embeddy, suggestivey, thingummy
questions that we talked about yesterday.
Embedded suggestion - questions or statements
with a hidden subtext designed to elicit a subconscious response.
Cryptic crossword clues, basically, repurposed obviously.
We don't want her to know she's doing one.
We only get one chance at this.
The questions need to be perfect.
- It's at four o'clock today. - It's what? - Mm, yeah.
So you better get that coffee down you.
Lucy, let me explain something to you...again.
All we have are the admittedly undisputed links between
every single aspect related
to James's disappearance and Joanne Kemper.
- Oh, is that all? - Yes, that is all.
One murdered blogger, one prison suicide, two missing detectives,
one missing Chief Constable,
Joanne Kemper right in the centre of the web,
and still absolutely no idea what any of it is actually about.
What's going on?
We're all having a big bedroom meeting again, apparently.
Lucy, I can't effectively construct those questions without more data,
and I certainly can't do it in eight-and-a-half hours.
- The interview's today? - What data? What are you on about?
If you want data, let's just get data.
Joanne Kemper knows my brother.
She's met him. We don't know where, why, or how, but logic would suggest
that it was in an official capacity.
You want to access the station computer to see if there's a record?
I do, yes. And that's going to be hard,
because I don't have an actual computer any more.
I'll find a way.
What?
Nothing.
It's four o'clock on Monday, Mum.
- Mm? - The Kemper interview's Monday.
Today's Saturday.
Oh! Oh, right. Oh, goodness, right.
- Panic over. - The panic is most certainly not over.
Course it is.
You can just go in today and access a police computer.
What are you talking about?
- I can't go in today. - Why not? - There hasn't been a murder.
You don't need a murder to pop in and say hi.
Just pop in and say hi.
Anyway, you're up now. So...
# Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John... #
Are you sure she can do this?
My confidence fluctuates.
There you go. Door-to-door service.
- I've changed my mind. - Oh, don't be ridiculous.
This isn't impersonating a detective.
I think I've proved I can impersonate a detective.
- I solved seven murders. - Fine. Well, you did that.
- And now you can do this. - This is different.
- This is a pop-in. - Well, pop-ins are easy.
You just pop in.
Look, it's not that weird.
You are friends with these people.
Well, you are...in your own way.
You'll be straight in and out.
That's what you said last time.
- Morning, Julie. - Jenny.
Just popping in.
Hi...
- Ooh. - Careful. - JOHN CLEARS HIS THROAT
- John? - Oh, there you are. I...
I...thought you might be under the desk.
- Why would I be under the desk? - I did wonder.
- What are you doing here? - Nothing, really.
Lucy's gone into town.
What's that?
- It's the case we're working. - On.
Working on.
You do know we do them without you sometimes?
Ah, victim's name was Tiffany Catley.
AKA Tiffycat.
- Was she a gangster? - Does she sound like a gangster?
She was a social media influencer turned businesswoman.
Started off doing make-up tip videos. Ended up running an empire.
Or, at least, a particularly successful brand.
Millionaire by 25. She turned 30. She retired.
- I'll say she did. - From her job.
She was handed an offer she couldn't refuse.
So she threw a flashy party to announce it.
CHEERING
Eight-figure-plus, the brand, the company.
And what happened next, nobody saw coming.
The party continued on after she left.
We know she went home.
We know she left again, because just after midnight she was found here.
Scholar's Fountain.
- She walked there? - Can't drive there. Not at night.
It's all bollards, mewses, and cycle-lanes.
Why would she do that?
She received an anonymous text.
"£25,000. Scholar's Fountain. One hour."
- Not a good look for the brand. - Yeah.
An old photo like that could blow the whole deal.
Whoever sent that probably killed her.
Yeah, we came to a similarly brilliant conclusion ourselves.
It's from a burner phone, John.
Disposable spare.
And who are these people? Are they suspects?
- John, what are you doing here? - Mm?
What do you mean? I already told you.
What makes them suspects?
They all left at the same time, just after the victim.
These were Tiffany's oldest friends.
They were there from the very beginning.
Co-company directors in all but name,
though not actually in name. So...
- Not a good night for them, then. - I think that's putting it mildly.
So you have a motive. That's good. I know how much you like those.
And this is where they all live, is it?
- What sort of time would it take for them to... - Ten minutes, give or take,
from each of the suspects' houses to Scholar's Fountain.
The victims, too.
That's handy. Nice round number. So what we need to ascertain...
No, no, no, we don't need to ascertain anything, John.
- It's not a puzzle. - Feels like one. - It's not.
Believe it or not, we've got this.
We're not dealing with some evil genius here.
This area is riddled with CCTV.
The killer's going to be on camera multiple times there and back.
It's not a puzzle.
Seriously, John, what are you doing here?
I was bored.
OK. That I believe.
Can't guarantee you a murder every day, John.
- What are you going to do now? - I don't know, John.
My job, paperwork...
- PHONE RINGS - ..answering calls from DC Cole.
DC Cole.
Wait, what do you mean?
Well, that's not possible, is it?
All right, stay put.
I'm going to look at the CCTV myself.
- You can come with me, if you like. - Really? I'd better not.
Lucy only really dropped me off to do the shopping.
- What, and they don't have a creche? - What?
Wow.
I-I'd better wait for her here.
Here?
Would that be OK?
Sir. Oh, what are you doing here?
I wasn't allowed to stay in the office.
- Why did you call Mr Taylor? - He didn't.
I...don't...understand.
OK, DC Sullivan, what are we looking at?
Can I use that thing again?
Here she comes.
Still in her heels.
If you're meeting your blackmailer in a secluded location at night
and you're still in your heels,
you're not frightened of your blackmailer.
She knew them.
Mm, the cameras catch her again,
just around the corner on Cable Street.
- How did she do that? - How did she do what?
How did she get from there all the way down to there?
Wh-wh-why didn't she come out here?
I'm not sure this footage is very reliable.
Uh, are you under the impression
that these monitors are in some kind of order?
- Of course. Why wouldn't they be? - They're not.
They're not? Well, why not? You've got a map right here.
Why don't they correspond to that grid?
- I don't know. They...don't. - Well, can't you make them?
Doesn't need to, John. We can all follow it just fine.
Carry on.
She is then captured on five more cameras
on her way to the meeting point.
That's it. Scholar's Fountain. Camera only covers half of it.
Body was found in the half it doesn't.
Scholar's Fountain shouldn't be there.
It should be in the middle here.
Why doesn't this drive you potty?
I usually bring in a book.
- ETHAN: - So after midnight now, and, yeah, no sign of anyone else.
Look all you want, sir. Nobody appears.
We've checked twice.
Uh, how many cameras are we talking here, exactly?
- 48, sir. - And you're telling me nobody other than
the victim appears on a single one of them?
No, sir.
As in, yes, we are telling you that. No, they don't.
Told you it felt like a puzzle.
Morning!
HE SCREAMS, DROPS KEYS
- How did you get in here? - That door is never locked.
- I just unlocked it. Who are you? - Henry.
That is my son, Henry.
It was his idea to come here, actually.
What? No, you said it would be OK. You said you do this all the time.
She does...do it all the time.
QUIETLY: There you go.
Shouldn't you be prepping for this interview thing of yours
we now actually have to do?
I am off prepping for this interview thing I have to do.
In fact, we've been trawling the internet all morning for
local archive news stories of Joanne Kemper.
Absolutely bugger all.
You don't need local archive news stories
about her to interview her.
I do need local archive news stories to interview her,
but no local outlets archive stories online.
- The nationals do. - But the locals don't.
But then, Henry reminded me that I do actually work for one.
No, you don't. You're not even paid.
I'm sorry, he doesn't pay you?
- Oh, we're still negotiating that. - No, we're not.
Do you think we could access your archive?
You're imagining a giant library with projectors
- and microfiche, aren't you? - No.
Well, if it's anything after May 6th, 2014, we don't have it.
Why? What happened then?
I accidentally became editor. The previous one was deranged.
So he did actually keep copies of every issue.
They're through there.
Occasionally, somebody asks for one
if their birth's been mentioned in it, or something.
I usually charge 20 quid.
- What? - Well, it's a pain in the arse to dig them out.
Which one do you want?
Uh, I don't know. Anything with Joanne Kemper in it.
- Do a little search? - On a cupboard?
So we actually need to know what we're looking for?
Does this sort of thing run in the family, or are you normal?
Sir.
- Found a spare. - Good.
- John, interviews. - Mm?
I'm all right, thanks.
If you're consulting, then you're watching interviews.
Really? Do I have to? Are they long?
I could probably find you a spare cubicle or...
Oh, no, I don't think so. Let's, uh, put him where we can see him.
Right here.
You know what you're like with computers, John.
You'll probably need the help.
Here you go.
You click to play and click to stop.
- SHOUTING: - Do I have to do them in order, or can I jump about?
- In order! - What?!
You have to do it in order.
DC Cole commencing interview with Coco Aar-...
All right.
Update. Potted history. Go.
They were all friends from school.
And, by all accounts, something of the in-crowd.
Tiffany was queen bee.
Oh, she was a star, even then.
Everybody loved her.
Students, teachers, parents.
She used to make little dance videos and things, like everyone else.
Rants about school, bedroom dance moves. You know the drill.
Then she started doing make-up tutorials.
It took off...like, instantly.
She was at 8k subs within a week.
Just never stopped growing.
She was 17. By the time she was sitting her A-levels,
she was getting free gifts from Gucci and invites to award shows.
It's nice work if you can get it.
She got it and so did they.
How do you think I felt?
She was my best friend.
It was...exciting. No-one could believe how fast it happened.
It was her. All her. We were just...there for the ride.
She took care of us, though. I mean, spoiled.
We wanted for nothing.
Look, we weren't charity cases.
It might sound like that now, but trust me, we worked.
Her success was ours. We were a family.
That's how it felt.
Every single one of them was given
a debit card with full access to company money.
You're kidding me?
Two of them pay their mortgages out of it.
Or at least did until last night.
And nothing changes for anybody here.
Nobody is losing their job.
Tiffycat is going to remain Tiffycat...forever.
It's just...
..time for me to find Tiffany again.
- Cheers. - Cheers!
CHEERING
Woo!
They were essentially paid friends.
An entourage.
They put their own lives on hold for her,
built up nothing of their own,
trusted that their ride-or-die really was their ride-or-die.
- And then the ride ended. - And she died.
Wait! No-one's going to lose their jobs?
- They're all fine. What about us? - What about you?
Our lives, our careers. Tiffany, we don't have any contracts.
- We're just... - We...
We're not just anything.
We're four people who built this entire empire with you.
For you.
Mm. I know.
And wasn't it fun?
Didn't I give you everything I promised, and more?
Luxury hotels, movie premieres,
celebrity parties, cars, clothes...
..rehab.
And when exactly was the last time you turned right on a plane?
This party has been going on for ten years,
and I have been an exceptional host.
But I am very, very tired.
I really do love you all.
SHE TITTERS
My cards stopped working that morning before the party.
We just thought it was a bank issue, or something.
- So wait, we...know they went home? - Uh, yeah. Taxis were arranged.
They left together, and we've had each drop-off confirmed.
Took their last sip of free champagne
and went their separate ways.
CONVERSATION CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY
COMPUTER BEEPS
COMPUTER ERROR TONE
Gah!
Sorry.
Bloody suspects. Ha.
Everyone was home by 23.30. Two of them live alone, and two
of them have sleeping spousal alibis.
Which basically means they don't have alibis.
- Which basically means... - Any one of them could have done it.
No, they couldn't.
The odds of just one person's
route bypassing 48 cameras are astronomical.
You can't simply claim that any of them could have done it.
DC Sullivan and I conducted those interviews, Mr Taylor.
They're at least half an hour long.
I got the general gist.
Presumably you picked up on the fact the original
website belonged to Coco and not Tiffany, then?
Six times you've mentioned that now.
Not once have you commented on the fact that Zack there
was Tiffany's ex.
So you've found secondary motives too? That's good.
Sometimes we need those if the killer refuses to confess.
- Um, what was that? - Can I have this? - No, you can't have it.
Well, where do you get them?
And are there any with the cameras on them?
- Maps don't show cameras, John. - Are you sure?
One would certainly have helped the killer.
Right.
PHONE LINE RINGS
- OVER PHONE: - Hi, Lucy. - We're here. Are you ready?
Yes, I'm leaving now.
Not if you haven't accessed that computer yet, you're not, no.
I have accessed a computer.
- Really? - Yes, really. I'm in the lift.
It'll probably cut out.
OK. AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors closing.
- No, no, it hasn't cut out. - Give it time.
LIFT CHIMES AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
Ma'am. Um, hel-... Hello.
I wasn't aware of you being here today, John.
It's the Super.
- Oh, just popped in, really. - Popped in?
This is John Taylor, an outside consultant we occasionally use.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Doors opening.
We've met.
John Taylor.
Professional puzzle setter and crime scene consultant.
It's my job to vet those who interact with Miss Kemper.
She passes on her thanks, by the way,
for your discretion on the theatre case.
No press coverage at all.
Oh, yes, there was.
At least none that matters.
Cheeky bugger.
Yes, well, as I hope you're learning,
we're all very discreet here. Shall we?
And your brother was a detective here, I understand.
Uh...before my time.
My phone's ringing.
- Is it? - Well, it was earlier.
Hello!
- Oh, sorry, are you talking to us? - Yes.
Oh, thank God they're going.
Wait. Where are you?
In the car park.
No! No! No!
- Duck. Duck! - Why? Why? Why am I ducking?
That's Joanne Kemper's private security.
You're interviewing Joanne Kemper on Monday.
He might be there. You're very distinctive.
He's right, Mum. Duck.
Duck!
I'm ducking, I'm ducking.
See you later.
What's going on?
OK. He's gone.
The Superintendent's seen me.
- Uh, she... She's waving. - Hey, don't wave back!
I can't not wave back.
Ma'am. Ma'am, so sorry about that.
Wrong number.
Sounded Australian. So, how are you?
Where's Lucy?
There she is.
Oh.
- You popped in? - I was in the area.
Don't pop in again.
Right you are...ma'am.
SHE SIGHS
In what way am I distinctive?
Why was John Taylor here? And don't say he popped in.
Uh, we're using him. He's consulting on the fountain murder.
Without my authorisation?
He's just had a full conversation with
the man who's currently digging into everything that happened here.
How'd it go?
How do you think it went, Detective Chief Inspector?
John Taylor does not enter this station without my say-so.
Understood?
Yes, ma'am.
PEN CLATTERS
HE CLEARS THROAT
No, no, no, no. Leave that. I'll return it. As you were.
Sir.
- Restricted? - I don't know why I'm surprised.
They always are.
I don't like sitting in the back.
Yeah? Nor do I.
Sh, I'm trying to think.
So there is some type of report. James was involved.
And Joanne Kemper's name is in it somewhere.
No, hang on, we already knew all that.
- Why have we stopped here? - I need to get some milk.
Have you got your camera with you?
John, a photojournalist doesn't go anywhere without her camera.
Right?
- So, have you got it on you, or...? - Yes, I've got it.
What do you want it for?
I need you to take a photo of 48 different security cameras.
It's for a case.
You haven't got a case.
I've sort of picked one up.
And I do think it's in my best interests to solve it.
I'm getting a distinct vibe from everyone back there.
Right, well, I'm not being funny, but I haven't eaten in,
like, six hours.
There's a fish and chip shop just down there.
Cambridge Cod, open 12.00 till 2.30 and 5.00 till 8.45. 9.15 Saturdays.
How on earth do you know that?
I've been staring at a map for hours.
We haven't been out for fish and chips in months.
- Years, actually. - Right, well, there you go, then.
Please, Mum.
OK, there's one up there.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Now one of where it's pointing.
You know, I'm...
I'm really having second thoughts about this interview.
I can't pull out now, can I?
- Can you not? - What did you get from the report? Case name?
Anything like that?
No, nothing. You know what those link things are like.
It's all letters and numbers, gobbledegook.
And not the kind I like.
And there.
There was a date.
- It had a date? - Mm. 4th June, 2014.
Oh, no! No, that's after Gareth became editor.
- He won't have archived that. - What? - Mm?
Oh, no, that's my part of the investigation.
It doesn't really concern you.
Right. Where next?
There.
Here's another.
Good, God, I think he's enjoying this.
It is quite fun.
Do you remember what the conspiracy blog said?
The Kempers performing ritual sacrifice every decade.
Your case file was 2014. Sinclair death was 2024.
That's the kind of coincidence that excites conspiracy theorists.
But it means nothing.
Unless we find another one from 2004.
Well, Joanne Kemper was 18 in 2004.
She was here studying politics.
Yeah, well, students can kill people, too, you know.
Henry, students can't even boil an egg.
Here we are, Scholar's Fountain.
- Can't see any cameras in here. - That's part of the problem.
- Who was it? - Young woman, 30. Strangled.
She'd just been to a party.
- Are you going to catch who did it? - Oh, yes.
Right, shall we find that fish and chip shop?
I fancy a battered sausage.
- They're good pictures, aren't they? - They're all right.
Do they help?
Well, they're certainly better arranged than at the council.
It's chaos down there.
Why are you having second thoughts about the interview?
Why do you think?
Joanne Kemper obviously knows who James was.
She obviously knows who I am.
For all we know, she already knows everything.
Oh, no, no. No, I use my maiden name.
That's hardly the Enigma code, Lucy. It's most people's password.
Well, it's just that you said that you thought I could do it.
And it's nice to hear.
- I don't hear that very much. - What are you talking about?
I'm always telling you you can do things.
I used to tell you you could be Prime Minister one day.
Well, you never tried.
Everyone who's so much as smiled at Joanne Kemper
seems to have either died or disappeared.
I don't want YOU to die or disappear.
I don't know what I'd do.
Don't let your chips get cold.
DOOR OPENS
- I've got it! - Oh! - Found it.
- Oh, gosh, Henry! - Wake up!
You can't be barging into people's bedrooms at 7:30 in the morning.
You're aware of the irony there, right?
- Look. - Dominic Kennedy. Who's that?
I don't know, but I spent hours last night mining and waybacking
and chucking in terms like student, death, Cambridge, uh,
tribute, obituary, 2004.
That's from an old website.
It's completely abandoned and leads nowhere.
But that single post is the only
reference to any student death
in Cambridge in 2004 that I could find.
- So? - So, it's 2004.
2004!
Yes, I know, Henry, but it doesn't mean anything.
You heard your Uncle John.
- I already told him. He agrees. - No, he doesn't.
- I do, actually. Are you decent? - I wouldn't go that far.
Why do we have so many meetings in bedrooms?
Will you just tell her?
We don't need to believe the conspiracy, Lucy.
The conspiracy theorist believed it.
He thought he was finding patterns between events.
- Now, obviously he wasn't. - Well, he might have been.
He wasn't. But he still found the events,
and probably in exactly the same way Henry did.
So, wait, so you're saying this could mean something?
Yeah, well, I'm quite good at this, too, you know.
Yes, I know. That's what worries me.
Why are you already dressed?
I need to go in early, and preferably before any of the team
show up so I can draw on their map.
So, um...
Well, you're awake now anyway.
- WHISPERING: - John. - Oh, there you are again.
Do you mind if I draw on this?
You've already drawn on it and you're still drawing on it.
It won't make sense unless I put the cameras on.
John, you're not a consultant on this case.
- Yes, I am. - No, you're not.
You haven't been authorised, and I got reprimanded for it.
- Why did you come in yesterday? - You do know I've solved this?
You haven't solved it. You're still drawing on it now.
- What were you looking for yesterday? - I CAN solve it.
- I do sort of need a bit of help, though. - You need help?
No, like a proper detective.
Yeah. I can't really talk right now. I'm at the station.
- Can you really solve it? - If you help.
All right, let's make a deal.
You unofficially consult on the case, I take the rap,
and you tell me the real reason you came in yesterday.
- Sounds good. - No, John. The REAL reason.
Oh...
..deal.
What's going on?
What's going on is that I think it can be proved
that only one person could have committed this murder.
But it's going to take all of us to do it.
June 2004?
Great. Right in the middle of the pile, it's like Jenga in there.
- Do you really need this? - Please.
I want two puzzles next week,
and don't let him fob me off with a word search.
Right, June '04.
June '04. June '04.
Ah, June '04. Yes.
- 18th. - Yeah, I know.
June. Here we are.
I can do it. I can do it.
HE STRAINS
There you go. Hope it was worth it.
Brilliant. Here we go.
What are you doing? Go home.
- Oh, no, just pretend that we're not here. - You're always here!
Mum, look, there.
"Reporting on the tragic death of Dominic Kennedy,
"an 18-year-old student attending St Thomas's College, Cambridge.
"Mr Kennedy was reportedly attending
"a private party at the residence of student council officers
"Ryan Oakley, 19, and Joanne Kemper, 18."
You're not planning on bringing that up, though, are you?
Oh, no, no, no. God, no.
Bum lead.
Yeah.
DOOR CLOSES
See, the suspects are already here.
I told you we shouldn't have stopped.
Yeah, and I told you my car needed charging to keep moving.
Excuse me. Can one of you tell me
why these suspects of yours are here?
Hopefully, we're about to reveal the killer.
Yeah, but it's a pretty small space.
Why do they all ACTUALLY have to be here?
It's kind of his process.
Hello. John Taylor, Puzzle Consultant.
Crime Scene Consultant.
That does sound more like an actual job,
but basically, I'm a puzzle consultant.
And you four found yourselves literally in the middle of the most
classic puzzle of all - a complex interconnection of paths
with only one true route through and multiple misdirects.
Labyrinthos. The Maze.
You mean like what they put on the back of menus for kids?
Exactly like they put on the back of menus for kids.
You know the ones, with four dogs outside the maze
and a big juicy bone in the middle with only one path to it.
Well, imagine that across a larger scale and with a second
perceptual maze overlaying it where the barriers aren't walls,
but the lines of sight
of 48 security cameras disparately placed across the grid.
- They'd have to negotiate two mazes. - Yes!
Well done! He gets it.
- And we're the dogs? - You're the dogs. And, exactly like the dogs,
you each had your own point of entry to the maze,
but only one of them led to the...
Bone?
I should have chosen a better example.
But, yes. Meaning we can prove who did it by demonstrating
who doesn't appear on camera.
Because whoever doesn't appear on camera must
have negotiated the maze successfully.
But they said none of us appear on camera.
Well, no.
But three of you never entered the maze.
What would have been handy is
if all four of you had decided to make
a trip to Scholar's Fountain at exactly the same time.
But you didn't.
So, we did.
Uh, one for you. You're Zack.
- No, I want to be Zack. It's always the ex. - Oh, OK. Give me Coco.
Sorry. Oh, um...
Victim's entire business was built off
the back of a channel she stole from her.
- I think I'll be Leo. - Yeah, I'm not really getting Leo from you, John.
No, yeah, I'm a Leo.
I suppose I'm a Jennifer, then.
We cleared the area, and all four of us walked the maze this morning.
Basically, look out for any of us appearing on camera.
If it's DC Sullivan, Zack didn't do it.
If it's DC Cole, Coco didn't do it.
If it's DCI Carter, Leo didn't do it.
And if it's me, Jennifer didn't do it.
Everybody follow?
Hopefully the operator here has the footage lined up.
- Colin. - What? - My name's Colin.
Nice to meet you.
Do you have the footage lined up?
Yeah, I'm just going to play it.
How long is this going to take?
We all tried to move pretty fast.
There was a time aspect to this, too.
There!
Oh! Oh, it's me. I mean, it's you.
You're in the clear, Zack.
Oh, I'd know that man anywhere.
Looks like you're off the hook.
- Who you waving at? - John. - I did wave back.
He did wave back.
Right, must be one of the girls, then.
I have to say, it kind of feels
like we'd be arriving at the fountain by now.
Yeah. Is there any possibility there are two routes through this?
Well, obviously there's always
the statistical unlikelihood that... There! There! There!
Uh, you missed it. Go back, go back.
Forward, forward.
Keep it there. Keep it there.
Hah!
Sorry.
What?
I didn't do it.
- Yes, you did. - No, I didn't.
I say you did. And this proves it.
We both made it to the fountain without being seen.
Which means it's you.
No, it doesn't.
Oh, I knew they'd do this.
What...what were those secondary motives again?
Um, well, uh, Coco was the original owner of the Tiffycat account.
And Zack was Tiffany's ex.
- We went on one date ten years ago. - I wish you'd told me that.
So you don't have any secondary motives for Jennifer?
Well, no.
Maybe you should have actually watched the interviews.
She must have taken that blackmail photo at some point.
Yeah, back in 2019.
What... Why did she have a burner phone in 2019?
Well, I doubt she took the original photo on the burner,
just sent it from it.
So what did she take it on?
Could I go to the toilet, please?
Maybe at the station, eh?
You didn't even delete it?
Wow, you must be really stupid.
How the hell did you pull this off?
Blind luck, really.
Her flat just happened to be next to the right path.
- Tiffany bought you that flat. - Tiffany bought all of us.
And how are we expected to live now?
Well, in your case, there's free bed and board.
HANDCUFFS RATTLE
HE CHUCKLES
Jennifer Wicks, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything, but it...
Very rarely need a secondary motive.
People are pretty basic.
Well...
Sorry. Congratulations.
Oh, that "well".
Lucy's husband has vanished.
Henry's father has vanished.
They're scared.
And you?
I don't like them being scared.
And I don't like half solved puzzles.
You're still investigating us?
I'm still investigating you.
I know Lucy visited Holly's killer.
We know YOU visited Holly's killer.
Yeah, well, I don't like half solved puzzles either.
Or...
..being left in the dark.
- What's that? - It's the file you were searching for yesterday.
Unlike you, I have clearance.
2014.
I don't really understand it myself, but it's one of James's, all right.
But it all seems pretty straightforward.
They always do.
But it means something, right?
Suicide by a random guy,
cleared and closed by James.
- Yes, it means something. - OK, tell me - what?
I don't know.
It's a bit embarrassing, but, to be honest,
I don't think we're much further along than you are.
KNOCK ON WINDOW
Argh!
Well, this is going to be pretty, isn't it?
CLEARS THROAT
I thought that was you, DCI Carter.
- I hear you closed that case you're working on. - Yeah.
Was John Taylor of any help?
Um, actually, yes. Yes.
Good.
I also understand your sister in law will be
interviewing Miss Kemper tomorrow.
Uh, what? Sorry?
Lucy Betts.
That is your sister in law, isn't it?
Um, she's Betts-Taylor now.
Well, Joanna's very much looking forward to it.
Well done again.
- Not much further than you? - I swear.
Joanne Kemper.
I mean, we know she's involved, but... But that's it.
We don't know how or why or what or any of it.
I think I might need you to trust me here.
- Do you trust me? - Yes. - What, really?
Well, yes.
I always thought back when I was James, we...
We kind of made a good team.
Oh, back when you were openly lying to me every day, you mean.
Well, yeah, actually, I suppose we did, didn't we?
Ai, ay... Um.
From now on, we compare notes.
Agreed.
HE SCOFFS
Aren't you going to take me home?
I thought Lucy was picking you up.
- I don't know why you thought that. - Mm...
CAR DOOR CLOSES, CARTER SIGHS
John, we're in here.
DOOR CLOSES
Just taking down some of these photos.
- I assume you solved that case. - Yes.
Um, Lucy...
Guess what we found. Henry, show him.
Oh, no.
Oh, no? Oh, yes!
This is what we were looking for.
This is J Kemper,
linked with a death in 2004.
I wasn't expecting "eureka," but, you know.
What's this?
The restricted file, James's case from 2014.
Suicide. Closed by him.
See the victim's name?
- Ryan Oakley. - Ryan Oakley...
SHE GASPS
Dominic Kennedy died in Kemper and Oakley's hot tub.
This is amazing. We've done it. All the threads are coming together.
She's connected to James. She's connected to Ziegler.
She's connected to two unexplained deaths.
- Ten years apart. - That are both connected to one another.
OK, now I am really expecting "eureka."
Joanne Kemper knows who we are.
She knows that the wife of DCI James Taylor
is interviewing her tomorrow afternoon at four.
- What? - No, no-no-no-no, because I used my maiden name.
They know everything about us, Lucy.
I'm telling you, they know who I am, who you are.
I imagine they probably know that DCI Carter's digging around
in all this too.
DCI Carter?
Yes. Don't worry, we're way further along than him.
- OK, what does this mean? Are we in danger? - Potentially.
I'm hoping there's a limit to the number of people
you can effectively make disappear.
Right, and if there isn't?
- Well, we've got to leave. - No, no, we can't do that, Henry.
What?!
She's right. Where would we go?
Mine? Do you think they wouldn't be able to find us there?
It's too late.
We've been playing a game without an opponent.
But now we've got one and she's playing back.
I still need to do the interview.
Why?
Standard game theory.
Her latest move puts us beyond the point of no return.
It would be more dangerous to stop playing than to continue.
Can you do it?
I can do anything.
Yes, in theory, but you don't always try.
I mean, I know you can.
Oh, my God, this is insane.
Oh, goodness' sake!
She's not going to pull out a gun and shoot me
while I'm interviewing her, is she?
- Is she? - Highly unlikely,
but I'm not sure you're phrasing that right.
Whatever it says on paper,
I can assure you, you're not interviewing her...
..she's interviewing you.
Carrie versus Sloane, the rematch.
We've got two ex-pros with a history.
A rematch of their 2005 final.
Someone killed a snooker player.
Nobody was meant to be in here during the match.
I was on camera at the time of the murder.
So he was very violently murdered
in a location impossible to access and exit without being seen.
Don't you have a motive or anything?
- Who are you? - That's Ludwig. He's famous.
You're a crime solving puzzle setter. Huh.
You played in an important snooker final once and he beat you.
He ain't dedicated one drop of sweat to get in there.
Didn't take the game seriously.
Lucy can't do that interview.
Do I know you? Hildy? Hildy. Johnson.
Yes, right, of course.
- God, weren't you friends with... - Joanne Kemper?
Yeah.
She is playing a game and one of us needs to be at the board.
Ms Betts.
I'm just...frightened, Lucy.
It'll be fine. I promise.
Your husband's a detective, isn't he?
It's our turn, and I think I have a move you can use.