Sweetpea

People I'd love to kill.

Oh, can I give you that? Cheers.

Donna from the minimarket

For suddenly being all too fucking happy to help.

Come on!

Especially ones who sing.

The people of Carnsham for their community spirit.

My sister, for not getting the hint

When I leave her unread!

Myself...

For wanting to be a reporter.

Julia Blenkingsopp...

For having an abusive fiancé complicating everything...

And still being in my fucking garage.

Drink.

How long are you gonna keep me here for?

I'm not gonna keep you here. I'm gonna kill you.

- So why haven't you? - Shut up!

Hey, I need to think, and I can't with you going on,

So just... be quiet!

I need to eat.

- I'm not a fucking Deliveroo. - I'll starve to death!

No, you won't.

'Cause where's the fun in that?

- Ma'am? - Ah.

I was just gonna come find you.

Oh.

I'm not gonna pay you back for that top.

I want to return it.

Only wore it once though so, should be fine.

Oh, okay.

I actually wanted to run a theory by you, ma'am.

Okay.

I think the murders are linked to the missing person.

Why?

Because Rhiannon Lewis did it.

All. All of it.

- That tiny woman we interviewed? - Yeah.

She was at the club the night that Ryan Lloyd was murdered,

With a friend.

They argued, and then she left around the time of his death.

Now that friend is missing.

It's Julia Blenkingsopp, ma'am.

And Rhiannon knows she's missing

Before the fiancé even reports it.

It's weird, isn't it? It's weird!

What about the Mike Roberts stabbing,

The second murder?

She was at The Bell

The night that he was there, doing karaoke.

She did "Roar" by Katy Perry.

"Baby Got Back" by Sir Mix-A-Lot.

Every time. Guaranteed crowd pleaser.

Look, I...

I'd really like to look further into this misper, ma'am.

You should.

Wasn't Blenkingsopp's fiancé also at the club the night

That Ryan Lloyd was killed?

And he didn't report the misper until the article came out.

Which is weird.

That is weird,

Not two school friends having a barney on the dance floor

After too much white wine.

And it is always the boyfriend. Isn't it?

It is. I want you to start there.

But I just have this feeling, ma'am.

Nobody... notices Lewis.

Like she wants them to, but they don't.

And now I'm like, "Is this a way of making them notice?"

Hmm.

It's not enough.

Go see the fiancé.

I wanna see what's going on there.

Oh, and, uh, I lost the receipt,

So they're gonna have to give you store credit.

- Bon Appétit. - Thanks.

Marcus won't stop looking for me.

Well, hope he's not squeamish.

'Cause you'll be dead when he finds you.

I don't believe you.

I didn't mean what I said about him.

Which part?

The part about him being a monster

Or you deserving it?

'Cause they both sound about right.

He's been under a lot of pressure.

Doing up this place on the edge of town.

He got it for me.

Wow, aren't you lucky!

Shall I bury you under the patio, or...

There's something wrong with you.

And whose fault is that?

If you say a single word,

I will kill whoever is at that door,

And then you.

Understand?

Yeah. Yes.

Hi.

- Hey. - Hey.

Uh, Norman sent me. He wants to...

Check if you're okay?

I texted him. I said I was sick.

Yeah, you haven't been answering his calls.

So he was... worried.

Thought the whole point of saying,

"It's women's problems" is no one asks questions.

Well, I think he's just stressed

'Cause the whole Julia story's blowing up.

The search party tomorrow. I mean, Jeff's all over it.

No one wants Jeff all over anything.

I dunno, he thinks he's got something good.

He's been chatting with the fiancé.

Really?

So, sorry, what... what am I telling Norman?

Uh...

Just tell him I'll be in tomorrow.

Sure.

Thanks for checking on me.

Well, like I said, it was Norman, so...

Yeah.

- Sure. - Yeah, it actually was though.

Yeah.

Are we... okay?

Yeah, course.

I-I felt kinda weird about

How we left things at the pub, and...

Is there... Is there someone in...

No! T-There's no one there...

Yeah, no. I...

Got it. - It... It's the radio.

You don't have to explain yourself to me.

It's, um...

Yeah, I know you're with Craig, so...

It's fine. We're friends.

- I told you... - It was an accident!

I thought you didn't want them.

There's a search party?

No. There's not.

I'm still hungry.

You are just so...

Where are the scissors?

Just give up!

No! People are looking for me! I heard!

The police will be onto you!

The police don't have a fucking clue!

I'm writing articles about you like a fucking hero!

Why'd you have to come back here!

I was doing fine without you!

No, you weren't! You said it yourself,

Your life got better when you brought me here.

Maybe you should thank me!

Oh, yeah, thanks for making me feel so subhuman at school

That I wanted to kill you!

You're welcome...

Don't push me.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Rory?

Thought you might like to know,

We found Julia's car.

- Her tyres were slashed. - Where is it?

Some builder's yard on Darnley Bridge.

Tommy's Transformations? CSI are there now.

I'm heading over after I walk the dog...

Don't worry, I'm on it.

It's your own fault.

You sound like Marcus.

I am nothing like him.

You are exactly like him.

Put me through a glass door last time I tried to leave him.

He hurts me. So do you.

He won't let me go.

Neither will you.

No, because what he's doing is... bullying,

And I protect people from bullies, so...

And where do I fit in all that?

I don't know!

I don't know. You're ruining it all.

So you didn't see Julia?

Nope. No, I mean, I'd gone home by then,

So I didn't see anything.

- Yeah, same. I had badminton. - Right.

Is that my apple?

Why would I be eating your apple?

- I don't know, but... - Hey!

Okay, so is there a chance that someone else

Could've let themselves in later for any reason?

It's just that I had an apple just like that.

- A Pink Lady, bro. - And they only made one, did they?

- Yeah, but it just looks like... - Can you just...

- Excuse me? - Yes, love?

Can I have a look inside the office?

Oh...

We should probably ask Tommy's daughter?

- What is her name? Rina? - Oh...

- Um, Rhiannon? - Rhianna?

Tommy's daughter is Rhiannon Lewis?

- Oh! Yeah, something like that. - Ah!

I'll-I'll be five minutes. I'll be really quick.

Hmm...

Sure. Yeah.