Midsomer Murders (1997–…): Season 22, Episode 3 - Happy Families - full transcript

Oh, those things will
be the death of you.

Plus, I'm not having you
go downstairs

with your head
wreathed in smoke.

- Steam!
- Oh, whatever.

It looks like
your head's on fire.

Got some business.

Seriously?

It won't take long.

Oh, Victor.

You don't have to win
every time.

Evening, sir.
How are you doing?



Thank you very much.

You could at least crack
a smile.

It's hard to know
where Victor's arse ends

and Joshua's lips begin.

All these people are here
to celebrate your birthday.

The least you can do
is raise a glass.

Uh, no, I shouldn't.

Listen, one of us
should be drinking.

And seeing as I can't,
it might as well be my sister.

You promise?

The baby is safe, Alicia.
Okay?

How dare you!

It's the truth!

And I've got the photos
to prove it!



Don't you walk away from me!

I... I never touched him.

I promise.

He was dead before I...

Good evening.

I'm Inspector Doppler.

Doppler of the Yard,
they call me.

Sadly, it's my duty
to inform that you this...

IS NOW a crime scene.

If you'd like to return
to the hall,

I shall address you
in a few moments.

What do you think, Mum?
Too much blood?

Well, it is the jugular.
It's bound to spurt.

Shame. Nice shirt, that.

Right.

Let's see if anyone's
bright enough

to solve the mystery.

One of your best, I think.

Hugo. Glasses.

Oh, yes, glasses.

Rest of the character.

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's my job to uncover

the identity of a murderer
who hides in plain sight.

Now, I should warn you,
unravelling this won't be easy.

There will be lies.

There will be red herrings.

There may even be more murders.

I'm, uh, I'm just gonna
go upstairs.

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Can you beat me to it?

Do you have what it takes?

Victor?

Victor?

Somebody help him!

Victor!

Where's the tortoise?

- What?
- I can't find the tortoise!

Well, it must be somewhere.

Betty always plays
with the tortoise.

Why can't things be put back
where they...

I mean, how hard is it?

It's a perfectly good game
and now...

Look, I don't think it
matters, and when she comes down

from her bath,
neither will Betty.

I'm going to take a wild guess

and say this isn't really about
a missing board game piece.

Oh, there's some hidden meaning,
is there?

Well, you tell me. You've been
in a foul mood all evening.

I just don't like losing things!

Well, I'm sure Betty and I
will bear that in mind.

Yes, Winter.

Really?

Yes, of course.
I'll see you there.

You have to go?

Don't wait up.

You know, not everything
has to mean something.

Says the detective.

Nice togs, sir.

Very, uh, Fisherman's Friend.

Well, I find it
beats drowned rat.

Victor Karras.

Head of Karras Games,
board games, mainly,

high end stuff,
old fashioned, beautifully made.

Apparently very classy.

We bought Betty one.

Does she play it?

When we've got all the pieces.

Never mind.

Access by chain ferry only.

They don't make it easy,
do they?

Well, perhaps Victor Karras
valued his privacy.

Or his safety?

I'd say that was a bit
less successful, wouldn't you?

They're all life size replicas

of various Karras Games,
apparently.

Probably wishes now
they didn't include Dogman here.

Anubis.

Sorry?

Anubis.

Embalmer, protector of tombs.

The god who got to decide
a soul's fate.

Closet Egyptology expert?

Closet "The Mummy Returns" fan.

So, this is just
a nasty accident, isn't it?

It would be if Anubis here
had actually done him in.

He didn't?

Cyanide.

Poison?
You're sure?

As much as I can be
at this stage.

Bright red. See.

Tell-tale sign.

Cyanide prevents the cells
from using oxygen.

So the bright red oxyhaemoglobin
stays in the blood.

The poor chap was as good
as dead long before

Anubis got involved.

Any idea how the cyanide
was administered?

Most likely in something he ate
or drank, don't you think?

And how fast, afterwards?

Anything from, say,
2 to 15 minutes.

Half an hour, tops.

So, time of death?

Most witnesses have it
at between 10 past

and quarter past 8:00,
which seems about right.

Let's find out what
Victor Karras did,

where he went,
what he ate and drank

in the half hour before he died.

That's our window.

I understand this isn't easy,
Mrs. Karras,

but, um, I'd like to know about
your movements from around 7:30.

We were in the bedroom.

Josh was there, too.

Josh?

Joshua Kilbride.

He's been Victor's assistant
for years.

He needed Victor's signature
on a couple of things.

Why do I have to do this now?

Don't want anything
hanging over us, do we?

Not on your big night.

You'll thank me in the morning.

I doubt it.

Pay no attention, Joshua.

I never do.

Those things will be
the death of you.

One a day, that was the rule.

The doctor told him so he'd
already vaped in the morning.

You said your husband
had a whisky?

Josh had one, too.

And then you went to the party?

Not right away. Uh...

Victor had some business
to deal with.

I don't know what or who with.

Did your husband eat
or drink anything at the party?

Some champagne, that's all.

Uh, he said he wasn't
feeling very well.

I told him he had to drink
something.

It was good manners.

Is it possible someone
could have tampered

with your husband's drink?

Tampered?

What do you mean?

We believe your husband
was poisoned, Mrs. Karras.

Poisoned?

Will you be okay?

Crossing the Styx?

As long as I remember
to pay the ferryman.

Would you do me a favour?

I'm going to be tied up here
a bit longer.

I can't get a mobile signal.

You want me to let Sarah know?

Tell her I'll be late.

Yeah, and also that I'm...

Just that I'll be late.

I wouldn't hang about, though.
It's getting a bit biblical.

Sir, I spoke to Helen Welles.

It's her company that does
the murder mysteries.

It's a bit of a family affair,
actually.

Her husband's the detective, and
her son was one of the waiters.

What's her story?

They were here mid-afternoon
to set up.

Everything was done through
Joshua Kilbride,

he's Victor Karass' P.A.

She didn't know Victor Karras?

Met him for
the first time today.

Same with the caterers.

We know Victor Karras
didn't eat anything.

And the champagne
came from a fresh bottle.

So right now, I'm only
interested in who was

near enough to poison him
under everybody else's noses.

That's the immediate family

and the three
murder mystery actors.

The others, get their details.

They can go home.

Maybe we should do the same.

Just a moment, please.

It's the ferry.

Prussic acid?

There are bottles of the stuff
locked in a storeroom.

The thing is that the key
is just on a nail outside.

- Anyone could've got in.
- So?

So prussic acid is another name
for hydrogen cyanide.

Mrs. Karras?

The ferry's gone.

It just washed away.

There's no other way
off the island.

What about a boat?

The current just took out
the ferry.

You want to try it on a boat?

So what are you saying?
We're stuck?

Until someone can work out
how to get us to the mainland,

no one's going anywhere.

Ladies and gentlemen,
as you are aware,

for the time being, none of us
is leaving this island.

However, that doesn't mean that
the investigation will stop.

DS Winter here and I will be
talking to all of you.

And I would like you to make
yourselves available

at any time.

Meanwhile, I'd like everyone's
mobile phones and computers.

You're kidding.

And you are?

Danni Karras.

Victor was my father.

And you can't just
take our phones.

I'm sure nobody minds.

If it helps them
catch the murderer...

- I've got nothing to hide.
- Oh, for God's sake, Danni.

Just do as he asks!

There's no signal.
It's not like you can use it.

It's not about that

She's just saying
we have rights.

I'm quite capable of speaking
for myself, thank you.

Just saying.

We do have to get
to the bottom of...

I'm sorry.
Who asked you?

Do you mind?
He's my husband.

Please. Can we not row?

It sounds like somebody here

would prefer it
if the murderer wasn't found.

- Have you got something to say?
- You tell me.

I'm not the one
keeping my cards hidden.

That's enough!
All of you!

Do you think this is
some sort of game?

I watched my husband
die tonight.

Killed by someone in this room.

Do whatever you need to do,
Inspector.

You can hand over your devices
to Sergeant Winter

on your way out.

Those with laptops,
please get them

and hand them in right away.

So, the game's afoot.

Hugo Welles.

We have a lot in common.

Really?

We're both students
of the human mind, Inspector.

The killer's psyche.

Like you, I solve mysteries.

I see.

Restoring order to chaos,

righting wrongs.

Please, look on me
as a resource.

We're gonna get
to the bottom of this.

I know we are.

We?

It doesn't have
a password on it.

Victor didn't think
he needed it.

You're not much of a fan
of Danni Karras, are you?

Daddy's golden girl?
Not much.

Because?

She's greedy, ambitious.,

and has a fist
where her heart ought to be.

Do you think she could've
killed her father?

Honestly? I've no idea.

But whatever she might say,
trust me, she's not that sorry.

Why not?

Victor was meant
to retire this year,

and Danni was all set
to take over the business.

She'd already started
a big PR drive.

Online, magazines, newspapers,
you name it.

Company relaunch.
The whole works.

Only Victor changed his mind.

How did she react?

Publicly?
Full support.

"My father's the company's
greatest asset."

All that guff.

And privately?

Not so much.

You know, the only reason
he drank anything is

because I made him.

Because I said
it would be polite.

- If that's how...
- It's not your fault.

I don't understand.

One of us?

They'll find out.

They'll catch whoever did this.

I promise.

I didn't kill my father,
Inspector.

And certainly not for a job
that might not exist

in six months' time.

Is Karras Games in trouble?

We're facing a hostile
takeover bid.

But we're fighting for survival.

So as far as motives go,
Inspector,

you may want to re-think.

Can you tell me where
you were earlier this evening?

At the party,
like everyone else.

All the time?

I went out for a cigarette.

Ever since Eleanor got him
to switch to vaping.

Dad had got all evangelical
about fags.

You think you can just
walk in here demanding money?

I don't want your money!

What do you want?

For you to do the right thing!

To admit that you lied
and cheated me!

I have no idea
what it was all about.

After that, I went back inside,

didn't want to be late
for the party.

Three line whip and all that.

And at the party,
did you see your father?

Not to talk to.

Noah was still smarting.

Noah?

My partner.

Earlier in the day,
he'd given Dad a present.

Oh, you shouldn't have done.

The platter that got broken
the other day, it's Kintsugi.

The Japanese art of repairing
broken pottery.

You don't hide a repair.

You accept it, celebrate it.

This is, um, glass, not pottery.

I had a bit of a scavenge.

Salvaged some of the bits
I found in the bin today.

And nothing's wasted.

Beautiful, isn't it?

I'm telling you.
Kintsugi is the next big thing.

I don't think Dad
was very impressed.

- With the present?
- With the pitch.

Noah's looking for investors.

Dad made it pretty clear he
wasn't going to be one of them.

How did that make Noah feel?

I don't think he spiked Dad's
drink, if that's what you mean.

But ask him.

You never know,
the head-on approach

might just crack
the case wide open.

I was Victor Karras' accountant
until about six months ago.

Then he decided to take
his business elsewhere.

That's how they describe it.

He fired you.

Well, there was a mix-up.

It was a lot of nonsense.

Victor's tax return was late,

and he had to pay
a hefty fine, thousands.

He blamed Paul.

How did that make you feel?

Clients come and go, Sergeant.
I got over it.

Look, Victor invited us tonight,
and we were happy to be here.

What time did you come down
to the party?

A little before 8:00.

I remember because Paul had
his shot at 7:45.

His shot?

B12. I'm anaemic.

Stops me, you know,
keeling over.

And then?

We both came down and were
in the hall right up until...

I just keep seeing him.

Victor.
On the floor just.

Catch who did this,
Sergeant, please.

They'll be comparing
what we say...

details, timelines,
granular stuff.

Really?

Seeing if our stories match.

That's what I'd do.

What if they don't?

It's easy to make a mistake.
Then what?

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

A trained detective can tell
the difference

between a mistake and a lie.

- Can they?
- Oh, yes. There are signs.

"Tells" we call them.

It was the solution
to the mystery in

"Dead Beckoning", wasn't it?

Hmm?
Murder at the yacht club.

The victim was stabbed with
a pair of nautical dividers.

Gosh.

- Oh, it was marvellous.
- Hmm.

The killer gave himself away

when Hugo pressed him
on his alibi.

With experience, you get
to recognize the signs.

You can tell
what someone's thinking.

Really?

Can you tell what I'm thinking
right now?

What are we going to do?

It'll be okay. Trust me.

You think it's one of them?

Can't quite see it, can you?

Then again, it might be me.

They know about Dad changing
his mind and staying on.

They say it gives me a motive.

That's crazy.

It's also true.

It's called Hounds and Jackals.

They were playing it 4,000 years
ago in Ancient Egypt.

I'm more of a draughts man,
myself.

Victor loved them.

Games, puzzles.

He had that sort of mind.

I can see.

And that?

It's a Japanese puzzle box.

Very intricate,
almost impossible to get into.

Victor gave me this
for my last birthday.

To bring me good luck.

He hid it in there.

Said if I could figure out
how to find it, I could keep it.

And you did?

I did not.

In the end, he took pity on me
and opened it.

He waited until I was
out of the room, mind.

So no idea how to get in?

Not a clue.

I'm afraid reception's a bit
patchy around here

at the best of times.

I was hoping to call my wife.

You might have a bit more luck
on the land line.

Just no guarantee you'll get
to the end of your conversation.

Ooh.

- Mrs. Karras?
- I'm fine.

It's just the baby.

Do you have children, Inspector?

A little girl.

Ooh, this one's a boy,
I'm sure of it.

What does Danielle make of you
being pregnant?

She's been an only child
for a long time.

I don't worry too much
what my step-daughter thinks.

Besides, it doesn't
really matter.

I'm not keeping it.

I'm a surrogate for my sister.

Alicia?

She wants a baby
and can't conceive.

I don't and can.

It's the obvious solution.

I hope it works.

I've arranged a room
for you and your sergeant.

You'll find toothbrushes

and some of Victor's pyjamas
on the bed.

Thank you.

- Land line's down too then?
- Looks like it.

Oh, Victor's?

Yeah.
Bit on the generous side.

Still, yours should fit okay.

Why?

Oh, I gave them a rinse.

Who knows how long
they'll have to last?

Huh. Just turn mine
inside out, Sir.

Oh, I asked about the, um,
prussic acid.

Apparently, it was left over
from when the house

was fumigated a few years ago.

No one thought to get rid of it.

You don't snore, do you, Winter?

Certainly not!

Although I'm told that
I do breathe heavily.

And grind my teeth.

And talk.

Several villages along
the banks of the river...

Oh, I don't know
if he's tried calling.

The land line's down, too.

I blame Brenda.

The storm.
They gave it a name.

And chose Brenda?

Yeah, apparently.

It doesn't fully capture
the raw, elemental power

of nature, does it?

Anyway, John wanted me
to let you know

he was going to be late.

Oh, that's nice of him.

Only now he's not
coming home at all.

- What?
- The chain ferry's gone.

You can't get a boat across,

and there's no other way
off the island.

What, he's trapped?

Uh, marooned.

It's not like
they're in any danger.

Apart from the obvious.

- What, being flooded?
- If only.

No, they're stuck in the house
with a killer.

And I'd say the closer those two
get to unmasking them,

the more dangerous it'll get.

Wouldn't you?

Sir?
There's someone in the study.

Too late.

Sir.

Off you go then.

I saw someone slip out,
which I thought

was suspicious in this weather,
you know, and at night.

So I thought I'd...

Have a go?

Uh, lend a hand.

Do you have any idea who it was?

Well, it was so dark,
you know, and the rain.

It was very confusing.

Next time you feel
like helping, Mr. Welles,

will you do me a favour?

Oh, of course, yes.

Don't!

You know, stopping you from
catching whoever was out here

might have been deliberate.

Amber weather
warnings have been issued by

the Met Office as storm Brenda
continues to lash the country.

Flooding is now a very
real possibility

for many communities,
and rescue services

are working tirelessly
along the banks of the river

and neighbouring towns.

With temperatures set to fall,
snow and blizzard conditions

are forecast within the next
few days and travel chaos...

The plots, the whodunnit and how,
I come up with all of them.

I'm guessing you know a bit
about poisons.

Oh, you found one of my clues.
The next murder weapon.

My sergeant did.

Oh, I was gonna be
the next victim.

Someone had laced
my profiteroles.

How enterprising.

Oh, I'm a stickler for research.

My stories explore the darker
reaches of the human condition,

and it's important
to get the science right.

I've used arsenic,
aconite, hemlock twice.

I'm a big fan of botulinum,
particularly nasty.

How about cyanide?
Have you ever used that?

That's one of my favourites.

I used it on
"He Who Slays the Piper."

Murder most foul
at a plumber's convention.

You told my sergeant you'd never
met Victor Karras

before yesterday.

No, I always dealt with Joshua,
his assistant.

Then perhaps you can tell me
what the row was about.

I'm

not sure I follow.

You were seen rowing with Victor
just before the party.

I'm wondering what that could
have been about

if you'd never met.

Okay, uh, 25 years ago, I...

I invented a board game.

A serial killer is loose in
the great London Smog of 1952.

You're a policeman.
Can you catch him in time?

Anyway, I sent it to
Karras Games.

Naturally, I thought I'd come up
with the next Monopoly.

So what happened?

Well, nothing, of course.

So, I just shrugged
and sort of forgot about it.

Then, a couple of years later,

they announced their brand-new
game, which was my game,

except you were the killer,
not the detective.

You think they stole your idea?

Of course they did.

I tried to sue, but they were
big and powerful,

and I... I wasn't.

So you dropped the case.

I'm not stupid.

I knew I couldn't win.

I just got on with my life,

t never happened

about doing a murder mystery,

I couldn't believe it:

Victor Karras, a chance
to confront him face to face.

You think you can just walk
in here demanding money?

I don't want your money!

I want you to apologize!

Well, he just laughed
in my face.

And afterwards?

Well, I went and found
the others

and did the first part
of the murder mystery.

Right away?

Okay, um, I was upset.

I needed a moment to myself.

So I went to get a drink.

Where? The hall?

The kitchen.

Can anybody vouch for that?

I don't know.
It was very busy.

Your son served Victor
his champagne, I understand.

What, you think I put cyanide
in the champagne

and got Andrew to give
that glass to Victor?

Well, that's absurd.

Consider this.

Victor Karras
didn't die when we think he did.

- Mr. Welles.
- He actually died much later.

An elaborate ruse
to throw us off the scent.

So elaborate it involved him
also being impaled

by a life-size figure of Anubis?

Oh, smoke and mirrors.

Have you checked for traces
of fake blood?

Alright.
They all did it.

- What?
- Not one killer.

Multiple killers.

Each contributing a grain
of cyanide, I suppose.

Ah, yes, well, when you
put it like that.

- Um...
- Oh.

Thank you, Mr. Welles.

Ah, the room where
it happens, eh?

Goodbye, Mr. Welles.

I've got plenty more theories,
you know.

Very happy to share.

No, no. Please.

You keep them to yourself.

Bit rude.

What if they find something?

They won't.

You sure?

I took care of it.

Wow.

What do you think?

It's very, um, analog.

There's nothing wrong with some

good old-fashioned coppering,
Winter.

Back to basics, you know?

Logic. Deduction.

The mind, Winter.

You're enjoying this,
aren't you?

Any joy with Victor's computer?

A daily anagram.

More games.

I took a look at the financials,

but nothing leaps out.

It's like searching a haystack

without knowing
what a needle looks like.

Anyway...

Back to the salt mines.

Oh, you can rub out
that question mark out.

Alicia Matheson was
with her husband the whole time.

Really?

That's what she told me.

Danni Karras says she saw her
on her own just before 8.00.

Yes.
I came upstairs briefly.

You told my sergeant you were
with your husband

the whole time.

I'm sorry. I was...

Well, I was a bit embarrassed.

Why?

I have eczema.
It was playing up.

I... I didn't want it
to ruin the evening.

So I went to get some of this.

I make it myself,
with lavender oil.

So you see, Inspector,
it's nothing shady.

I was just a bit yucky.

Very nice.

Your sister told me
about the baby.

Isn't she amazing?

So generous. I...

We tried everything,
but the IVF wasn't working,

and we couldn't...

It is so expensive.

I tried to help, but I...
I work for a shipping firm.

I enjoy it, but it doesn't
pay much.

And, um, it wasn't just
the money, though.

It was... it was
thinking this time,

it'll work.

This time... and then it...

So your sister stepped in?

And now everything
is... wonderful.

Thanks to her.

He knows about the game.

And he said Andrew
gave Victor his champagne.

Oh, he's fishing.

Barnaby doesn't know anything.
It's textbook stuff.

He's just trying
to smoke you out.

It's spaghetti against the wall.

Which sometimes sticks.

So, what if I find the killer?

Wouldn't that prove
your innocence?

The police.

They don't seem to want my help.

So why not beat them to it?

This is gonna be fun!

Bad.

Did Victor Karras know you'd
been stealing from him

for months?

There was a routine e-mail

about Victor's
household insurance.

On the list there was
a designer watch, high end,

but I couldn't seem to find
any record of it

having been bought on
any of his credit cards.

You had access to the business
credit cards, isn't that right?

- So?
- So, I dug a bit deeper.

And I found that there were
no statements

for one of his cards
for the last six months.

Someone deleted them from
both your computer and Victor's.

I was able to restore
the original versions

of the deleted files.

Clever you.

It was you who broke into
the study last night, wasn't it?

You deleted the files
to cover up your fraud.

That's an ugly word.

You used the card
to make purchases

totalling 68,000 pounds.

What word would you use?

Do you know what it's like
to be taken for granted?

Without me,
nothing would've worked.

But Victor didn't care
or even notice.

So I decided to...

- Steal?
- Balance the books.

Any idea who sent me this?

I'd start with Paul Matheson
because he'd always blamed me

for Victor firing him.

That I was the reason
the tax return was late

and Victor was fined.

It's not true,
but it made him feel better.

Paul always said
he'd get his own back.

What's the betting he has?

Yes.
Yes, it was me.

And the message on the desk?

You tipped them off?

We'd both worked so hard.

You were in on this?

I was shopping about
six weeks ago.

I saw Joshua buying a watch,
a nice one.

I assumed it was for Victor,

but weeks went by and neither
Victor nor El mentioned it,

and he certainly
wasn't wearing it.

Which made me wonder.

So last time I was here,
I had a good look round.

And you found proof?

Receipts, a huge telly,
foreign currency,

body care stuff.

The plan was to gather enough
evidence and then tell Victor.

Revenge.

Payback!

Joshua forgot to file
the return.

But he lied,
covered his backside,

and Victor believed him over me.

Well, this way,
Victor would see the truth.

Only Victor died before
you could do anything.

Um, will Joshua be charged?

That's up to Mrs. Karras.

Oh.

He should've known better.

You don't cross Eleanor.

And you don't stand in her way.

What my sister wants, Inspector,
my sister usually gets.

You know,
if he was here right now,

he'd love all of this.

Everyone stuck here,

secrets, lies,
not knowing who to trust.

One giant game.

When did you become so bitter?

He promised me the job.

He didn't think you were ready.

I'm sure you went out of your
way to convince him otherwise.

I am not your enemy, Danni.
I never was.

He loved you.

We both do.

Everything goes to you now,
doesn't it?

The house, controlling shares
in the business, everything.

That's right.

Well played.

There's something
I should've told you.

Victor was convinced there was
a leak inside the company,

a mole.

He hired somebody to find out.

An investigator?

He didn't tell anyone else
he'd done it.

He didn't know who to trust.

There was a report.

It came back last week.

Proof, he said.

He knew the mole's identity?

I think so.

He didn't tell you?

No, but it was someone close.

I'm sure of it.

After the meeting
with the investigator, he was...

subdued, like he'd got bad news.

Where is this report now?

He hid it.

It's not in the safe,
I know that much.

He said too many people
knew the combination.

Why didn't you mention
this before?

I didn't want to believe it.

That someone so close to us

could betray us and then kill
to protect themselves.

And you think
that's what happened?

He was going to reveal
their identity this weekend.

Only he never got the chance.

Did you know about
Joshua Kilbride

defrauding Victor Karras?

It was my idea.

After everything
Josh had done for that...

You had every reason to resent
Victor Karras, didn't you?

He also cheated your mother.

Yeah, I didn't know anything
about that.

Mum only told me today.
I had no idea.

Believe me.
I didn't poison Victor.

And I didn't help my mother
to either.

I had no reason.

What about Joshua?

Joshua didn't kill Victor.

We had every reason
to keep him alive.

I'm sorry Victor Karras is dead.

Not because of the way he died,
or the pain it's caused.

I'm sorry because it means
we can't carry on bleeding him,

bit by little bit.

And for Victor
to be too arrogant

and stupid to even know
it's happening.

I loved that we could do that.

It meant we were smarter.

Stronger.

It meant we'd won.

Andrew Welles said that
his mother never said anything

about her link
with Victor Karras.

Go on.

A coincidence like that,
you'd think you'd mention it?

Yes, you might.

So, I'm thinking,
what if it was her idea?

If she wanted
to confront Victor,

she could hardly
make an appointment.

The murder mystery
gave her a way in.

But it was Joshua Kilbride
who approached them

because of his relationship
with Andrew.

She couldn't have
planned for that.

Hmm, if Andrew's
telling the truth.

They're in it together.

If Victor Karras didn't want to
put something in the safe,

where would he hide it?

It depends what it is.

A report that revealed
who had betrayed him.

A secret compartment?
A loose floorboard?

No, it's too obvious.

Everywhere you look its games
and figures in the hall,

board games laid out.

You have to solve an anagram
to get into his computer.

Everything's a game, a puzzle.

And if Victor wanted
to hide something,

it would be in plain sight.

And he'd get a kick knowing
he was the only one

that knew that it was there.

Winter, you're
a psychological genius.

I am?

And only Victor knew
how to get in?

Victor liked a puzzle.

So do I

Where have you been?

I think I've found something.

Are you gonna tell the police?

Not yet.

Not till I know more.

No good deed goes unpunished.

That's what they say, isn't it?

Thank you.

El?

I'm fine, I promise.

Don't be daft.

We need you to stay strong.

Healthy.

For all of us.

Not long now.

This baby, it means the world.

You know that, don't you?

Now who's being daft?

I was never
any good at board games.

Too impatient.

I was playing one
the other night.

Did you win?

Not so's you'd notice.

Would you give up all this?

You know, for something cushy
behind a desk?

Are you kidding?

Why, would you?

Alicia!

Alicia!

She just collapsed.
She can't breathe.

Teacup smells of almonds.

Cyanide.

There must be something
we can do.

That's what she needs.

Your injection Kit,
IN your room.

Now.

I don't understand.

Why would anyone want
to poison Alicia?

Cui bono!

Sorry?

It's Latin.

"Who gains?"

Or rather, who benefits
from attacking Victor Karras

and Alicia Matheson?

Is this a trick question?

You really think it's one of us?

That's ridiculous.

Evidence to the contrary.

I hate this.

Not so much fun
when it's real, eh?

Why are you so hostile?

Something to hide, maybe?

I've got work to do.

But ask yourself,
why can't it be

Poirot over there?

How come he gets to ask
all the questions, hmm?

What do any of us know
about him?

Textbook deflection.

Interesting.

God, you're an idiot.

She's breathing better.

The B12 injection
seems to have worked.

We believe the poison was either
already in the cup

or added soon afterwards.

But Eleanor poured my tea.

Well, she poured everyone's.

Did she?

You don't think?

I don't... no, that doesn't
make any sense.

Not Eleanor.

Joshua.

They told you.

A petty thief.

How could you?

Maybe if you and Victor
had treated me better,

I wouldn't have had to.

We treated you like family

No, no.

That's just the lie
you tell yourself

to make you feel better.

When this is over,
pack your things.

I want you gone.

What, no verbal warning?

Get out of my sight.

This means something.

But I can't...

It's like out of reach.

If I can just.

It's a lot harder in real life.

We know Alicia Matheson
was alone at about 7:50

because she went to get
the cream for her arm.

So, what if she saw something?

She'd have told us.

Unless she didn't realize
the significance

of what she saw.

Or she was scared of it.

What if she saw something
or someone

who she didn't want
to believe was guilty?

Like the sister
who's carrying her baby.

Unless he changed
his will, then, yes, Inspector,

my husband
left everything to me.

It's not unusual.

But it is a motive.
Money always is.

Only if you want it,
and I don't.

I want my husband back.

Have you any idea how the poison
got into your sister's tea?

None.

A room full of people,
no one saw a thing,

other than you
handing out the cups.

Are you really suggesting
I poisoned my own sister?

The same sister I'm carrying
a baby for, that sister?

Perhaps you changed your mind.

Decided you wanted
to keep the baby.

A... that's ridiculous.

B... there is no legally
binding contract

for surrogates in this country.

I am the legal parent.

If I wanted to keep the baby,
I could.

I love my sister.
It is about time she was happy.

I'm giving her life, Inspector!

Why on earth would I want
to take it away?

Hugo.

He came to see how I was.

That's kind.

Um, I should go.

Leave you to rest.

Thank you.

I made you this.

It's, uh, from a can,
so it's perfectly...

Sorry, I...

I just thought I was going
to lose you.

Hush.

What if whoever it was
tries again?

Well, then I've got you
to look after me,

and our baby, haven't I?

Up and down the country,

communities have been
cut off as rivers

burst their banks with
widespread flooding reported.

Amber and yellow warnings
are still in place,

but the worst of storm Brenda
seems to have passed.

This is driving me crazy.
It's like being on Alcatraz.

Not for much longer.

Why?
What's happened?

Hugo is close to a solution.

That's right.

And when he reveals it,

some of you will have
to eat your words.

Hello?

Aah!

What is that?

It's from a game,
Hounds and Jackals.

Pretty apt, I'd say.

His wife said that she last
saw him at 11:30 last night

when they went to bed.

So, why did he come down here?

I want to know where everyone
was between then

and this morning.

What do we do with him?

We can't move him.

Fleur would kill us,
me especially.

And, in the absence
of a freezer,

let's hope the cavalry
get here before too long.

What is it?

Good luck.

I don't understand.

Hugo Welles was holding it.

The chain is broken.

As if he tore it off.

But that's... that's impossible.

You already sugared it.

Oh. Sorry.

Where were you after
11:30 last night?

I was in my room.

The first I knew about
what had happened was...

this morning.

When you found the body?

Have you any idea how
Hugo Welles came to have this?

I keep it in a jewellery box
in my room.

Somebody must have taken it.

I didn't do anything, Inspector.
You have to believe me.

Oh.

What?
No mark at all?

No scratches, nothing.

If she'd been wearing the charm
when it was ripped off,

wouldn't there be a mark?

Maybe.

It's hardly conclusive, though.

How did you get on
with the others?

Well, they all swear
that they were in bed.

There's a surprise.

Although there was one thing.

Apparently, Helen Welles
told everyone that her husband

was on the verge
of cracking the case.

Was he?
Did she say how?

Just that he'd worked it out.

I'll talk to her.

Mind if I have a go at this?

Be my guest.

See which one of us
cracks it first.

Another game?

It's catching.

Hugo gave this to me.

He found it outside
in the grass by the river.

You didn't tell me
about this, Mum.

Your father asked me
not to tell anyone.

Hugo thought it had
something to do

with what was thrown into
the river the night before last?

He just wasn't sure what.

And then... then we were sitting
on the stairs,

and suddenly he...
he leapt to his feet.

He was.

- Yes!
- He was buzzing.

He gave it to me to look after.

He said it was really important.

Said he knew
how Victor was poisoned.

He was so excited.

Just needed the last piece
of the jigsaw.

Oh.

I wish he'd never started.

She, um...

She needs to rest.

He wanted to wait.

You know,
until everyone was assembled.

The big reveal.

Just like we do...

All these years
writing about murder, death.

Like it's some sort of...

parlour game.

It isn't, is it?

How am I supposed to work
without a phone

or the Internet or anything?

I'm sure you'll think of a way.

It's ridiculous.

You could always try shouting at
it until it does what you want.

I don't want to be here anymore.

None of us do.

I don't want to be with you.

When all this is over,
I'm moving out.

What do you mean?

How long's this gonna go on for?

I get that you're frustrated.

But I am sick of you
taking it out on me.

Find someone else
to kick, Danni.

I'm done.

So he'd worked out
how Victor was poisoned?

Apparently.

And it has something
to do with this?

Well, it'd help if I knew
what it was.

So one minute he didn't know,
and the next minute he did?

Did everything but shout
"eureka."

Where was he when he saw
the light?

The vape kit.

What about it?

Eleanor Karras told us

that Victor wanted to vape
just before the party.

She made him put it away.

Yeah, that's right.

So where is it?

It was last seen
in the dressing room.

But it's not there.

I think that this is
a part of the kit.

I think that's what the killer
threw into the river.

But why?

Because that's how Victor Karras
was poisoned.

He didn't drink cyanide
or eat it.

He inhaled it.

- But, but...
- I know the last time

he vaped was in the morning.

And whoever heard
of slow-acting cyanide?

How are you getting on?

Um, I'm about that far away
from going at it with a hammer.

Try not to.
It's worth a fortune.

Yeah, well.

I take it out.

I put it in.

Nothing.

I mean, it's beautiful.
I'll give you that.

Everything matches perfectly.

It's...

In some cultures,

artists would include

a deliberate imperfection
in their work

to show that they were merely...

human.

You see, God is perfect.

But humans, not so much.

One private investigator report.

I don't love you anymore.

No, see, I think that's a lie.

I think you were much more
interested in Dad.

Don't be stupid.

Your latest get rich
quick scheme.

And since you'd spaffed away
your own money,

you wanted his instead.

I was just the way in.

That's not true.

Now he's gone,
you want to sod off.

So go.
I'm not stopping you.

And, uh, good luck finding
some other sucker for this.

It's the future.

It's lipstick on a pig.

See?

Hey, one bar.

Ah. No, it's gone.

Oh, back again.

"The investigator traced
a series of texts

and calls to the opposition.

All from a pay as you go phone."

Yeah, of course.

"But he was able to match

GPS traces and calls to
a regular smart phone."

Whose?

It doesn't say, just a number.

Well, how are we gonna
match a name to it?

One bar, you said?

Okay.

Yours, I believe.

You were the mole.

Dan?

Karras games is going under.
Nothing can stop it.

All I did was speed things along
and make some money out of it.

It was the smart thing to do.

And the 30 pieces
of silver didn't hurt, right?

But then your father
found out it was you.

What, Dad knew?

He hired an investigator.

Well, that wasn't...

Why didn't he tell me?

I could've.. explained.

It was just a way of...

It wasn't about him or us.

It was just... just business.

He wasn't meant to find out.

Why did he do that?

Get an investigator to dig?

Because now he died
thinking I... that I...

Your father was going to reveal
everything after the party.

And you think I killed him
to stop that from happening?

I didn't know, Inspector, about
the investigator or the report.

And if I did,
what would've been the point?

The damage was already done.

There was only one person
who I never wanted to find out.

And he's the only one who knew.

What happened there?

A disagreement.

Quite a jigsaw.

You repaired this with stuff
thrown out

on the day of the party,
didn't you?

That's right.
From the bins outside.

Why?

The river's definitely
going down, Sir.

Should be able to get a boat
across later,

start ferrying people
to the mainland.

Okay, let's keep that
to ourselves for now.

In the meantime, see if you
can find out what, um...

"Nit-Rile" means, if anything?

But how?
There's no Internet.

Once upon a time,
we had things called books.

They can be quite useful.

That room's full of them.

See what you can find.

Ah.

Aceto-nitrile.

It's a compound containing
carbon and nitrogen.

- Is it a poison?
- Yes.

But here's the thing.
It takes 12 hours to work.

12 hours?

Yeah, in that time,
it metabolizes,

it changes into something else.

Slow acting cyanide.

So, the murderer replaces
the cartridge from the vape kit

with the poisoned one.

Then gets rid of
the empty ampoule,

assuming it will get lost
in the rest of the rubbish.

They have a perfect alibi.

They can be wherever they want
to be, with whoever they like,

when Victor dies.

There's just one loose end.

The vape kit itself.

And they have to retrieve that
because if we get hold of it,

we'll find traces
of acetonitrile.

Not a problem.

After all, they've got
12 hours to do it in.

All they have to do is
wait until dark

and then throw it in the river.

Fool proof.

They didn't count on
Noah Adomakoh

going through the bins,
getting raw materials

to prove Kintsugi
is the next big thing.

So that's the how.

Just the who and the why to go.

I've got a good idea who.

We just have to prove it.

You should all be able
to go home within the hour.

Oh, at last.

Are you close
to solving the case?

The investigation is ongoing,
but in the light of evidence

retrieved not only
at the scene of the crimes,

but also the grounds
by the river...

Thank you, Sergeant.

Yeah, I'm confident that
after forensic examination,

we'll be in a position
to make an arrest.

I could do with a change
of clothes.

Only so many times you can turn
your socks inside out, right?

Yeah, it'll be good to get home.

I expect so.

Or not?

Sarah and me, we had words
just before I left.

Obviously, I haven't been able
to speak to her since.

Well, the thing is, I was...

Abrupt.

High-handed?

Intransigent?

Yes, thank you, Winter.

Actually, it was
all of the above.

Well, I'm sure you'll think
of a way to make it right, sir.

If everyone would like
to go outside,

I'll try and find out
what the problem is.

Hello, Alicia.

You set off the alarm
to get us out of the room

so you could steal the evidence.

It was a trap,
and you fell into it.

I came to your room to get help.

I saw the bags on the bed,
and I was intrigued.

But that's all.

You were going to destroy it.

Why would I do that?

Because you know that when
we get it back to the labs,

we'll find traces
of acetonitrile.

I... I don't know what that is.

It's what you used to poison
Victor Karras.

This is ridiculous!

I didn't poison anybody!

I've never heard of this
aceto stuff.

So what if I had a little bit
of vape kit?

It's just coincidence.

Who said anything
about a vape kit?

How could she be the killer?
She's one of the victims!

That's what you wanted us
to believe, isn't it?

That and the fact that
your sister was the murderer.

You poisoned your own teacup.

I'm guessing with a very
small amount

of the prussic acid
from the kitchen.

Do you know how absurd
that sounds?

It was a risk, but you
were never in any real danger.

As you knew that your husband
had the antidote.

Unfortunately, for you,
despite your best efforts,

there still wasn't enough
to arrest Eleanor.

But then, Hugo Welles started
to get close to the truth.

And he presented
a golden opportunity.

So you lured him to the dining
room, where you stabbed him,

and left Eleanor's charm
at the scene.

Then why aren't you saying
all this to her?!

She's obviously the killer,
not me!

Do you want to put
some cream on that?

It must be uncomfortable.

No, I'm fine.

It's, um, lavender oil
you use, right?

What's that got to do
with anything?

It was Eleanor's charm
that was bothering me.

Why would she wear it
in the middle of the night?

If Hugo tore it off her
in the struggle,

then why wasn't there
a mark on her neck?

I began to wonder if the charm
had been planted.

So I looked a bit closer,

which was when I knew it was you
who had done it.

Really, Sherlock?

And how did you do that?

I could smell the lavender.

When we get everything
back to the labs,

we'll find evidence
of acetonitrile on the vape kit

and traces of the skin cream
you make.

And that's before
we examine Hugo's body

and take your clothes
to be tested.

Stabbing someone like that,

you'd be amazed at the traces
it leaves behind.

Game's over.

Alicia?

Tell me it's not true.

You killed my Hugo?

He came to see me.

He thought Joshua was
the murderer.

It's Joshua.

He'd worked out that Victor's
vape was poisoned,

which Joshua had easy access to.

He'd seen Eleanor sack Joshua,

so he knew all about him
stealing from Victor.

And he'd seen that Joshua had
the opportunity

to poison me at tea.

Hugo?

I told him I had
something important

I needed to tell him.

But I can't do it here.

That I'd meet him later.

Yes.

Silly man,

blundering around,
getting so much wrong.

He got the vape kit right.
And quicker than I did.

Yes.

Yes, he got that right.

But what if he realized
his mistake

and started to put
the pieces together?

I...

I couldn't take that risk.

I'm sorry. I... I am.

But I had no choice.

I want to know why.

You have to ask?

I need to know.

I found out! Okay?

I know what you were
going to do.

What are you talking about?

I know you were going
to take my baby.

I found the estimate
for the nursery.

The new nursery that you
were going to build.

You were going to take
my baby away.

- That's not what we were...
- No, at first,

I couldn't believe it, but then
I heard you with Victor.

If you're happy, I'm happy.

Do it.
We can't hang around.

For God's sake,
don't say anything to Alicia.

If she finds out early,
it'll ruin everything.

It's my baby. Mine!

And I couldn't let you do that.

So you killed Victor.

Well, I couldn't harm you.
Not with the baby.

But if you were found guilty
of his murder...

The baby would be given to you.

We had waited so long.

And I-I couldn't just sit by
while you got your way again,

like you always do.

Don't you see?
I did it for us.

For our family.

You got it all wrong.

I don't think so.

The estimate, what you heard,

we weren't gonna build
a nursery here.

I know you're lying.
I heard you.

Not all of it.

If she finds out early,
it'll ruin everything.

Well, we, uh, don't want
to spoil the surprise, do we?

You are a good man, my love.

She's gonna be so happy.

No, that's, um...

that's not possible.

I was never going to keep
the baby.

It was always going to be yours.

The child you deserve.

What have I done?

When we get back,
get on to the shipping firm

Alicia Matheson works for.

I'm guessing somewhere there's
a shipment of acetonitrile

that went missing.

She has a certain majestic
quality, don't you think?

Good murder mystery weekend?

It had its moments.

It wasn't cyanide.

I ran some tests. It was...

Acetonitrile. I know.

Very good.

How did you find out?

It was handed to me
on a platter.

Happy families.

Which ironically is all
Alicia Matheson wanted.

On the whole, I wish she'd stuck
to Mr. Bun the Baker.

- Listen, Eleanor, I'm...
- No.

Noah?

Are you coming, sir?

I'll catch you up.

Mrs. Karras?

Inspector.

I'm very sorry about
what happened to your husband.

Thank you.

I've decided to keep the baby.

Something good to come out
of all this, you know?

I know.

It sounds strange
to say thank you,

but if there's anything
I can do.

Actually, um...
there is something.

The Karras family had the game.

Eleanor Karras didn't think
they'd miss it.

I'm sorry.
Betty behaves better than I did.

It was a little extreme.

And you were right.

It wasn't about the, uh,
missing piece.

I've been offered a promotion.

It's more money.
Better hours.

I can certainly see why

that would have put you
in a foul mood.

The other night, I, uh, knew
what I should do for you,

for Betty.

It's a great opportunity.

And?

And I'll be behind a desk
with a nice rubber plant

and lots of paper, and I won't
solve anything again.

That's why I was a, uh,
a little bit tetchy.

I'm sorry.

When do they need an answer?

Tomorrow.

What will you tell them?

I wasn't sure.

And then this last
couple of days...

That moment when it all...

when you...

Let someone else have
the rubber plant.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Fancy a game?

It's a bit of a faff to set up,
isn't it?

Besides, it's not much of a game
for two players.

Yeah, that's, uh,
that's not what I meant.

But, first, I'd like you
to do something...

special, just for me.

Name it.

Have a bath.

Bring your wine.

No, Paddy!