02x06 - Episode 6

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I've always enjoyed
looking for needles in haystacks.

We need you back in there,
that's where we need you,

digging about, finding some facts,
for God's sake.

All of Holly Pinder's computers
have been brought to the station.

We don't know what's going
to be uncovered,

but you can bet heads are going to
start rolling soon.

They're going to find
whatever it is we're looking for.

Did James ever mention a Joanne
Kemper to you?

MP for Cambridge St Michael's.

John Taylor, was it?

I do not want that woman's name
appearing in any report.

She's connected to
two unexplained deaths.

They know who I am, who you are.

I imagine they probably
know that DCI Carter's

digging around in all this too.

Do you know what scared me
the most that night,

was how terrified he looked.

Do you think Holly had
something on the Chief Constable

and they found it?

JAMES: - Contact Lucy
and stop the interview.

You really have had your fair
share of tragedies.

It's like it's cyclical
or something.

-What's that?
-It's a portion of a coded note James had written that

was found on Holly Pinder's
computer.

Russell, do you know how Mandy's
connected to all this?

She can't have been! What does it
say?

Your fiancee was on her way to
meet James.

She had unspecified evidence

of her father's
involvement in all of this.

BANGING ON DOOR

Ziegler! Open up!

-Stop!
-We can't be here.

g*nsh*t

PATTING

Wakey-wakey!

Why did he sleep here?

How should I know?
Why did you sleep here?

I don't remember sleeping here.

Because you were asleep.

Did I have a very detailed
dream about Chief Constable Ziegler

being m*rder*d and us
finding the body?

Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Stop it!

BANGS DOOR

We can't be here.

I still can't believe you
just left him there.

What were we supposed to do,
incriminate ourselves?

I called it in this morning,
said I saw a body through a window,

whilst delivering
flyers for a hedge-trimming service.

I added that little
detail in for a bit of realism,

because there are a lot of hedges
round there.

I-I still don't get why...

PHONE BEEPING

There, you see,

it worked just like we said.

Russell assigned to the
investigation.

It has worked like we said.

Russell has been assigned
to investigate.

-He's picking me up in five minutes.
-Oh, you'd better get ready, then!

I-I think I am ready.

What about your hair?

I have a travel comb.

Why are they here?

They've been assigned too, John.

That's their job, but I told them
to stay put until we got here.

They know nothing.

Just play dumb.

I can do that.

All right, what have we got?

Anonymous call from a leafleteer saw
the body through the window,

phoned the station straight away.

Uh, officer came, confirmed,
called it in.

-Nobody's been inside since?
-No. We've done a perimeter.

Scene is secure.

Side door's unlocked though.

Yeah, but obviously we need to wait
for the SOCO team before... Ooh!

-Wait, where are you going?
-Wait for SOCO! Stay put!

Sir...

What if the k*ller's still here?

Well, that would be pretty
stupid of them, wouldn't it?

What if they are pretty stupid?

They're not.

You'd better shut those curtains.

They could've got any old
numpty in a helmet to do this.

I'm sure the boys will let you
play with them soon.

It really doesn't bother you,
those two?

The DCI and the civilian?

-Crime Scene Consultant.
-He's a crossword setter.

Look, we're not being deliberately
shut out, Ethan.

SHUTTERS RATTLE LOUDLY

He looks weirdly peaceful.

Apart from the blood.

-Russell...
-Don't touch anything.

Somebody was looking for something.

Probably found it.

He gave me his blessing.

Made me swear to take care of her.

Never let anything happen to her.

And then he did.

Why was she in contact
with your brother?

I don't know.

Look, why was
she involved in any of this?

I mean, it-it doesn't make sense.
I mean,

why didn't she talk to me?

I-I don't know, Russ.
I'm-I'm sorry.

How could you do it,
cover up your own daughter's death?

Hmm!

And then you
carried on like nothing happened.

You lied to everybody.

You lied to me.

Just to be Kemper's foot soldier.

We don't know he did that.

Well, he did it for the rest
of them, didn't he?

That's your whole theory, isn't it?

Now they're going to do it to him.
Probably call it a suicide

and say that he shot himself
and hid the g*n.

Found it!

Found what?

-John, that could be loaded!
-What?! I've lost my pen now.

Looks like they burned
a load of papers.

To conceal evidence.

Do you think SOCO will give me
my other pen back?

Um, hello, Ma'am.

Uh, what brings you here?

The address was flagged.

Where's DCI Carter?

He's inside with Mr Taylor.
We're out here on guard duty...

What do you mean "flagged"?
Why? Who lives here?

Ronan Ziegler.

-What?!
-What, as in the Chief Constable?!

MUFFLED CONVERSATION

Russell!
Chief Superintendent Shaw is here!

What? Already? All right, let's go!

It's locked.

Hey, whoa, just leave it,
leave it! Leave it.

The side door's open.

He's in there now.

Er, shall...?

Just stay there! Who did it?

We've just got here ourselves,
Ma'am.

If you don't have a single
name for me, after an entire

month of disobeying my direct
orders, then I can't help you.

Who did it?

Joanne Kemper.

Ma'am, excuse me, but...

I've already spoken to the
Police and Crown Commission.

Scotland Yard will be taking
over in 24 hours.

They're aware of a secondary
investigation going on here.

A secondary investigation?

The m*rder of an online blogger,
Roger Sinclair.

Officially closed,
unofficially opened again.

By me.

But what's that got to do
with any of this?

Well-well, for a start,

we're pretty sure that whoever
did that, did this.

"We"? Sorry, so you're
part of this special operation?

I-I think so.

Mr Taylor's association with us

and his involvement in this kind
of investigation goes back a lot

further than you may have been
led to believe.

Oh, my God, you're MI5!

Puzzles,
that's how they recruit them.

That makes so much more sense.

So... Ah, so you actually
are a specialist.

Obviously I can neither
confirm nor deny that.

-Of course. Of course.
-SOCO's here.

The Commissioner
leapt on a 24-hour delay

on announcing this, and that is
absolutely all the time I can buy.

In the meantime, the whole
department has been stood down.

I've sent everyone
at the station home.

We'd better let SOCO do their job.

Uh, but what about us?

Do you have some paperwork you can
be getting on with?

Surely there's other cases you can
work on.

Well, in that case...

Welcome to the inner circle.

-Yes! -Finally!
-Yes! Yes!

Yes!

Cool, I mean cool.
Yeah, yeah.

We've got 24 hours
to prove it's Kemper.



Well, don't take all of them!

Where are you?

Uh, I'm-I'm at the paper.

We left the thumb drive here.

Anyway, now we're having some lunch.

Yes, mine!

Lunch?

Well, brunch.

I don't know,
whatever you want to call it.

And then we're going
through all the intel again.

John?

I'd better go.

I've not even had
breakfast, by the way.

Good.

Could you print out that cypher?

And do you have a whiteboard, um,
somewhere around here?

Not to worry...

Right, then, I think we'd better
get our Detective Constables up to

speed on where we are with
our operation, don't you?

John?

Um... Feels weird without
anything up there.

Why don't you pretend there's
something's up there, John?

Right...

Okey dokey, pay attention now.

ORCHESTRA TUNES UP

JOHN CLEARS THROAT

On the 21st of February, 2024, an

internet journalist, or "blogger",
was found dead in his house.

m*rder*d.

Roger Sinclair,
political commentator but mostly

conspiracy theorist and not one
that many people took seriously.

First on the scene were my husband
and his partner, DI Matt Neville.

They reported no sign of a break-in,
no sign of a struggle.

They described the m*rder
as professional in nature.

Go on.

A, um... A second team was sent in.

Authorised
by Chief Constable Ziegler.

Hand-picked
and from a different unit.

They produced a wildly differing
report - visible break-in,

a struggle, a bludgeoning.

An arrest was made.
A local burglar, Rhys Bowen.

He died awaiting trial.

Suicide.

But it wasn't suicide?

No, no, of course it wasn't suicide.

Have you not
been following any of this?

No, no, no,
nobody ever kills themselves.

They did it.

"They" did it?

"They" did it.

Sorry, who are "they"?

Well, we were working on the theory
that somewhere among all

of Sinclair's silly conspiracies was
one he'd accidentally got right.

Or-or at least close enough for him
to be k*lled for.

Unfortunately, every single one
of his files was lost in transit.

What? How did that happen?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Well, we-we did manage to track
a couple of them down.

Um... We probably don't have time
to go into that.

Not at present, no.

Why don't you tell the Detective
Constables what we found in them?

Roger Sinclair claimed that an elite
family with historical

connections to Cambridge has,
for over a century now,

maintained an unbroken
lineage of political power, via

"energetic recalibration on a
decennial cycle of ritualistic sacrifice".

Oh...

-WHISPERS: - What the f*ck?
-Basically, they k*ll

someone every ten years,
and then stay rich and powerful.

-Er...
-Sorry, to be clear, that's obviously not true.

But this is where it gets spooky.

Joanne Kemper is connected to two
investigated deaths.

They are ten years apart.

First, Dominic Kennedy -
hot tub drowning.

Second, Ryan Oakley - drug overdose.

Both incidents were
recorded as accidents.

The first by a then-DI Ziegler.

The second by James.

Well, that wasn't very useful
of him. Why'd he do that?

Well, he didn't do it on purpose.

I mean, he obviously thought
it was an accident.

-It was a mistake.
-Sinclair's conspiracy

theory had hit a bit too close
to home.

It may have all been abject
nonsense,

but he'd inadvertently
joined the right dots.

Those deaths weren't accidents,

and he was basically telling
the entire internet.

-So they k*lled him.
-That's what they do.

But you still haven't told us
who "they" are.

Which family was this Sinclair
guy blogging about?

The Kempers.

-What, as in...?
-As in Joanne Kemper, yes.

Who now holds the same seat her
father did

back when I first started here.

He was a close
friend of the Chief Constable.

MOBILE RINGS

-Hello?
-But Joanne Kemper, I mean, she's...

She's in the Shadow Cabinet,
isn't she?

That's why you're here!

What? Oh, yes, that actually does
make sense, doesn't it?

So you're saying that this
one woman is somehow

responsible for the deaths of...
How many people?

Mandy Ziegler, victim number five,
died in a car crash.

We now know that she was on her
way to meet James,

supposedly with evidence that
implicated her father,

Chief Constable Ziegler.

Do we know that though?

I mean, look how long this thing is.

That's a lot of words to say,

"Mandy Ziegler was on her way
to meet me", isn't it?

This is a letter from Dad to us.

Why didn't you de-cypher it all?

I can do it.

Because I didn't know how...
Sorry, what did you say?

I said I can do it.

That's a... That's a Ludwig.
I've got a book here somewhere.

-Are you sure?
-Course I'm sure.

That, um, stick-figure with
the eyeball for a head,

that's the letter "E".

Um, I only remember that

because I got
stuck on Zebedee for bloody ages!

Right...

Aha!

If the implication is that the
Chief Constable was somehow helping

cover all this up, why k*ll him?

Well, I'm sure she had her reasons.

And in fairness,

we don't actually know why
she k*lled the first two either.

What? But we've... We've got
less than 24 hours!

Yeah, and I'm sure that's all that
Agent Tay-... Mr Taylor will need.

Thank you, Detective Constable Cole.

OK, but it sounds like we don't
have any actual,

direct evidence linking Joanne
Kemper to even one of these crimes.

-No, annoying, isn't it?
-OK, thank you.

The whole special
operation's been like this.

The serial number on the base
of the g*n has been chiselled off.

See what I mean?

However, our k*ller was apparently
unaware that on this

particular model, there
are two serial numbers.

One on the base,
one under the trigger guard.

Wait...

We know who it's registered to?

Oh, we very much know who
it's registered to.

Yes.

Chief Superintendent Shaw,

I hope you have a very good
reason for this.

Chief Constable Ziegler
was m*rder*d last night.

What?!

Ronan?

No, but I-I-I-I just...

Why am I here?

A g*n was found at the scene,
registered to your home address.

My father owned a g*n.
Where is it now?

Well, I assume not locked safely
away in my study,

or presumably I wouldn't be here?

Presumably you'd be
out for lunch somewhere.

Yes. I would.

I'd like to speak to DCC Radley,
please.

The Deputy Chief Constable
is your official liaison here.

He cannot be involved in any
investigation pertaining to you.

Really? Well, would you mind
telling him I'm here anyway?

Er, Y...

Mandy. Er...

Er...

Should I...?

"Dear Lucy, on the second
of February 2024,

"I received
an anonymous call from a woman

"asking to meet me, in person,
claiming to have evidence

"linking Chief Constable
Ronan Ziegler

"to the death of Ryan Oakley,

"a case I'd closed as an overdose."

"I now know this woman
was Mandy Ziegler,"

"k*lled in a fatal car crash
on Knight's Path that same evening."

"Her death is on me, as are the
deaths of three more people"

"whose lives were taken after
I had abjectly failed to"

"differentiate
a m*rder from an accident."

Wait, three more? After?

You do seem to be missing
a victim up there, eh?

"There is no direct evidence linking
Joanne Kemper to any"

"one of these crimes.
The Henge Assembly saw to that."

-The Henge Assembly?
-A private members club,

sort of like the
Loyal Order Of Water Buffalo.

What, you've never seen
The Flintstones?

"She will escape justice,
just as her father did before her."

"I hold myself singularly
responsible,"

"but justice can take many forms."

"I intend to balance these
scales by any means necessary."

"If you are reading this,
then I have failed."

"I love you.

"Always have, always will,

"James."
Well, that's nice, anyway.

He's never coming back.

He thinks it's all his fault.

You know, that balancing the scales
stuff doesn't exactly

reek of, um, due process, does it?

I wonder
if he's already done what he said.

I mean, we got this thing earlier
than he had planned.

If John's read this...

MOBILE RINGS

Lucy.

Mum?!

Oh, Mr Taylor.

Of course you'd be here.

Your family seem to be constantly
interviewing me.

-Ms Kemper, my name...
-I know who you are, DCI Carter.

Ronan always spoke very
highly of you.

Right, then.

My house was
broken into three days ago.

The alarm was disabled,
we don't know how.

DCC Radley was made aware.
My security's being looked into.

We did not believe
anything was taken.

And now you think a g*n was taken?

Obviously.

You didn't notice a missing
firearm for three days?

I don't have many reasons to take
it out of my study.

DCC Radley will confirm
the break-in. Has he been contacted?

How can he confirm the break-in?

-What?
-Surely he can only confirm that you told him there was a break-in?

Why would I tell him there was
a break-in if there wasn't?

I don't know. Depends on whether
or not you're the k*ller.

Ronan Ziegler was like a second
father to me.

He was almost an actual
one to you, wasn't he?

He was a man I used to respect.

Used to?

He's dead, Ms Kemper.

And you own the g*n that k*lled him.

It does appear that way, doesn't it?

What time did this happen?

We believe at approximately


I think I might need to speak
to a solicitor.

Nobody's ever said that before.

You're not going to
believe it, Sir,

but we have actual
CCTV footage of Joanne Kemper

going in and out of Ziegler's
house at 19:50 yesterday.

No wonder she wants a solicitor.

g*nsh*t

-Charge her.
-What, me?

I-I don't think I can.

Hello...

I was going to k*ll him myself.

No, you weren't.

You weren't, Russell, I promise.

That's not us.

Nice to have some pictures up here.

This was everything the k*ller was
presumably trying to destroy.

Not that pen, they weren't,
that's mine.

I'm sure DC Cole will buy you
another one.

-Hmm?
-What are those buckles?

Yeah, three.

I'm thinking some sort of hold-all
full of papers,

rest of it burned away?

"Erve life then sec"...?

Preserve life then secure scene.

It's from the police
training manual.

Priority hierarchy.

Do any of you ever read it?

Why would a m*rder*r burn
a textbook?

That's a Ludwig puzzle,
or a bit of one, anyway.

The k*ller must have used random
books from the room as kindling.

Ziegler wasn't exactly a puzzle man,
John.

You'd be surprised how many
shelves I'm on.

So what was it they were actually
trying to burn in there?

I don't know.

She owns the g*n, she was caught
on camera leaving the crime scene.

-Does the motive really matter?
-Of course the motive matters!

We're trying to solve
an overarching mystery here!

OK, sorry.

MOBILE RINGS

Oh, I never rang her back.

-Who didn't he call back?
-Lucy.

-Who's Lucy?
-Steve.

Hello?

You're where?! Stay there!

I'm coming!

Oh, there you are.

Did you read that letter?
The whole thing?

What? Um...

What? Have you read James's letter?

How?! That code is literally
unbreakable!

It's in one of your books,
you wally!

Yes, an early self-published
limited edition,

barely any printed.

Mum made me give James a copy,
that's why he used it.

A thin little paperback?
Swirly pattern cover?

That's the Fibonacci Spiral!

Well, my editor got one on eBay.

Did he? Wow,
he really is a fan, isn't he?

John, what on earth is,
"Justice by any means necessary"?

Yes, I wasn't too happy about that
bit either.

We've arrested Joanne Kemper.
It was her g*n.

She claims it was stolen.

She's also on camera leaving
the crime scene.

OK, that doesn't strike you as odd?

Someone who's covered up more
murders than hot dinners

and never left one
scrap of evidence?

It does make this one
a bit of an anomaly, granted.

John, what if James did it?

Did what?

-You can't think...
-Look, two people were up to their necks in it.

One of them is dead and the other
one is in the frame for his m*rder.

"Justice by any means necessary".

My brother wouldn't k*ll anyone.
It's...

It's... wrong.

He thinks all these people are dead,
maybe more, and it's his fault.

His view on right
and wrong may have changed.

Yes, but... m*rder is really wrong.

You do think it's possible, John.

You've already considered it.

g*nsh*t

But I'd never do that.

Yes, but you'd never get married
and settle down and have children.

You are not the same person!

No, that's... Oh, that's
not a bad thing, John.

Oh, no...

Maybe he won't see us.

-Mr and Mrs Taylor.
-Ah, hello!

I can't say that I'm
surprised to see you here.

I'm on a special operation.

Yes, so I've heard.

And perhaps you're
here for another interview.

Oh, yes, if you're offering?

Your special
operation has been shut down.

The PACC has reversed its decision.

The correct team will be
taking over.

They'll be here very soon.

You never did get back to me
on that cypher, Mr Taylor.

Do you know why I gave it to you?

Chief Constable Ziegler was
overseeing the Pinder task-force

for a total of 48 hours before
his... abrupt sabbatical.

That cypher was part of the first
haul they got from the hard drive.

We know he sent a copy to himself.

-I-I couldn't solve it.
-Yes, well... And now he's dead.

Joanne Kemper is innocent
and when she's released,

we'll start looking into more
viable suspects.

Maybe someone who might have had
a motive to frame her.

Perhaps someone who's
become... obsessed with her.

Goodness me, is that a threat?

I don't know why you'd
read it as one.

I presume Chief Superintendent Shaw
is in her office? Good.

I suggest you two go home.

Don't want to go home.

Neither do I, come on.

I understand that, Ma'am.

Other chances... Yes, but... Ma'am.

The DCC is enroute,
if not here already.

Scotland Yard are taking
control of the investigation.

-We're to cease operations immediately.
-What?!

The tall security guy just arrived

and the police-police are taking
the case off us.

-Oh, uh, this is my sister-in-law.
-Hello!

Hello.

Erm, we're not actually going to
let this happen are we, Sir?

How long have you been
investigating this?

-Bloody ages.
-Are you... Intelligence?

I have my moments.

We can't do anything about this.

We can never do anything, even
when you've got the Super on-side!

No wonder your brother went rogue,
John.

How else do you get
justice in this system?

Why burn the g*n?

-It'd remove the DNA.
-Why not just take it home?

Those were Christmas
presents from Mandy.

I remember her writing little
inscriptions in them.

Both of them?

Did-did she ever buy him a Ludwig?

What? No, she-she didn't.

Do you think you could just get over
yourself for five minutes, please?

I am over myself.

There was a Ludwig, right there! My
newest one, actually.

I-I put it back on the shelf.

What? Why?

I'm a bit funny about my books.

I-I didn't know it was evidence,
did I?

-How is it evidence?
-It, it was placed there, deliberately,

alongside two books with
inscriptions

by the Chief Constable's daughter
in.

That was a clue.

What do you mean "a clue"?

He means the Ludwig was
left on purpose for us to find.

That book's going have an
inscription in too.

Why on earth would Joanne Kemper
leave us a clue to follow?

She wouldn't.

The book's at the crime scene.
Would you be able to get it?

Are you serious?

Are you telling me you don't
want to know what's in that book?

Are you telling me you're prepared
to illegally enter a crime scene?

Well, I mean...

That place is going to be locked up,
John.

I know how you can get in.

Really? You do? Is it some sort
of specialist...

thing?

Hmm?

Oh, no, the Chief Constable just
happened to employ the same

"locked-out"
backup system as was used by my mum.

Hurry up, will you?

This wasn't in training, you know.

Course it's not, it's ill*gal.

-I've got it!
-Yep.

Yes!

LOCK TURNS

We're holding her in an interview
room.

I can assure you she's very
comfortable.

I am now, of course,
Chief Constable.

Acting Chief Constable.

Right, right...

Although an official appointment
will be made at a later date,

once Ziegler's case is closed,

I wonder if you intend on throwing
your hat in the ring, Carol?

It's pretty far from my thoughts
right now, Chief Constable Radley.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

You do know I considered him
a friend?

So did I.

Really?

Hmm...

It's become increasingly obvious
that he did some very bad things.

Although, between us, I'm sure
we can smooth a lot of that out?

For the sake of the community.

I've taken my team off this case,
on advice...

but Joanne Kemper has been charged
and will be remaining in custody.

Whatever happens next is down to
whoever takes over the case.

Not me.

Not you.

Though, of course,
you will have their ear.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I will.

Talk about greatness being
thrust upon you.

-Did you look inside? - No, Sir.
-Yes, we did. - Quick peek.

"To Mandy.
I'll make it right."

Russell, what is it?

That was something he used to say to
her when she was a little girl.

Whenever she was hurt or upset,
or confused, that's what he'd say.

"I'll make it right."

What are you thinking, Sir?

That this isn't what I expected.

This clue isn't for me.

Why haven't any of the pages
been ripped out?

Were they supposed to be?

Yes, they were.

This is from a different book.

Well, that's odd.

-What's odd, Sir...? -Sh.
-Sorry.

John?

But that's absolutely
unbelievable...

which is exactly what it
was meant to be.

What is it?

Joanne Kemper did not k*ll
Chief Constable Ziegler.

Then who did?

Because our Acting Chief Constable
is currently downstairs

arranging her a solicitor.

Hello!

-Ahem.
-Ma'am...

Russell, I-I-I don't think I was
ever supposed to read that message.

You were.

My impromptu tidy-up was never
part of his plan.

You were meant to find that book.

It was published in March this year.

That's after...

After what?

Mandy's death.

We think it was a part of this.

-Who's Mandy?
-I don't...

It's Ziegler's daughter
and Russell's fiancee.

-Right...
-And how long exactly have you known this?

He didn't and neither did
Chief Constable Ziegler.

What?

I think until very recently
he fully believed that what happened

to his daughter was nothing
more than a tragic accident.

He was still
grieving for his daughter

and now he was having to spend all
day trying to ensure that the

task force didn't find any of his
cover-ups on Holly's computers.

That's
when he came across the cypher.

The one that DCC Radley gave me that
portion of. He recognised it.

-From where?
-From one of my books.

Not that one.
That one's pretty much brand-new,

I don't think the pages have
even been turned.

No, he recognised it from this one.
The one that's been burned.

A rare, self-published,
limited edition.

What a waste.

But why would
he have a copy of this one?

I don't know.

I'll be honest,
that bit is a bit strange.

But he definitely had one.

It's impossible to solve
it without it.

And he did solve it.

That's how he found out the truth.

Mandy's death was no accident.

He really didn't know...

He was a baddie,
but he wasn't like them.

He worked for them,
but presumably paid in promotions.

But...

he was still a father.

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDERCLAP

So who k*lled him, John?

Kemper couldn't be linked to any
crime she'd ever committed.

Ziegler knew that better
than anyone.

He was the one that
had helped bury them all.

But for his own daughter?

He wanted justice for that
and correct justice too,

imprisonment for m*rder,
and if it wasn't to be for hers,

then it would have to be for his.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that this
wasn't a m*rder.

It was a suicide.

Deliberately made to
look like a m*rder.

I'm afraid so.

BEEPING

He wanted to frame Kemper.

He knew her schedule, knew when
she'd be off at some gala or other.

And he knew precisely where her
father used to keep his g*n.

He had worked for this
family for nearly 20 years.

He may not have been an actual
fan of puzzles,

but it turns out he was
exceptionally good at setting them.

I mean, how does one sh**t oneself
and then hide the g*n?

It was the buckles
that gave it away,

the three burnt buckles.

They weren't from a hold-all at all.

They were from a pair of braces.

He'd already had the Kemper visit
that we caught on camera.

Same day.

What he'd said to her to make her
come in person we can only guess at.

My guess would be that it was
something that would've

put him at the top of her
hit-list anyway.

He saved her the trouble.

It was...

brilliant.

Everything ended up exactly
where it needed to be.

Well, almost everything.

There were four buckles on those
braces, not three.

If you have someone search
the chimney,

they're going to find a hook
or a nail up there.

And our fourth buckle.

So he sacrificed himself?

He didn't want to live.

Didn't want to live,

but he didn't want to die till
he'd made things right.

Justice by any means necessary.

Justice by any means necessary.

We'll have to let her go.

But, no, she's responsible
for several actual murders.

Of which our own Chief Constable
couldn't even prove

and apparently
he was in on half of them.

DC Sullivan is right.
This was never the way.

No, it wasn't.

I'm so sorry, DCI Carter.

Right, not a word of this
leaves this office.

-Am I understood? - Yes.
-Yes. - Yes, Ma'am.

MOBILE RINGS

Hmm...

Hello.

Yes, of course I'm coming
to pick him up.

I have been very busy, you know.

Hmm? Oh, no, no, we solved that.

No, it turns out Chief Constable
Ziegler was trying to frame

Joanne Kemper for his own
m*rder by using a makeshift

version of his door-key
catapult system.

Mm, I know.

Pretty obvious
when you think about it.

Mm...

OK, bye-bye.

Oh, sorry, it's just my boss.

Your boss?
As in the editor of a newspaper?

It's-it's not a proper
one, it's mo-...

He's cool, isn't he, Russell?

Er...

Good.

Oh! Come in, come in!

What exactly is this place?

Oh, it's, uh, clearly a newsroom.

-Is it?
-Sorry, who are these, um, people?

Oh, we have, um,
two Detective Constables, um,

DCI Russell Carter, as you know,
and Chief Superintendent Carol Shaw.

Right. I-I actually meant
what are they doing here?

Sorry, is that an evidence board?

No, it's an architect's easel.

Uh, how exactly did you become
involved in all this, Mr Fisher?

Um, I'm-I'm not really quite sure.

Um, probably some
kind of cosmic punishment.

Although actually I do get to write
a book about it when it's finished.

Co-write.

Co-write?! When did that happen?
Sorry about your Chief Constable.

Were you close?

What is all this?

Well, it looks like an unofficial
investigation into missing

detectives, multiple murders
and high-ranking cover-ups.

Yes, we've done quite well,
all things considered.

Ah, apart from not actually catching
the baddie, of course.

Do you think she believed it?
Our version?

Couldn't get
over his daughter's death?

Too proud to have his own
recorded as a suicide? No.

She knows Ziegler tried to frame her
and she's doesn't care.

Why would she?

It's just another casualty caught in
the crossfire of her own ambition.

At the rate she's going,

we'll end up with our first serial
k*ller Prime Minister.

The world's already far too
broken for us to allow that.

We're going to have to save it.

Save the world?

Too grand?

Not grand enough.

She already destroyed mine.

That's what she does.

That's why we're all here.

Well, she couldn't have
chosen worse opponents.

For her, I mean! You're all
actually really good,

that's the point.

Yeah, well, in fairness,
you're pretty good yourself, John.

Yes, I know I am.

That's why we're going to win.

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