A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

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Stay with me.

You can't die!

I won't let you!

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["All of Human Knowledge Made Us Dumb" by Sofia Isella playing]

That's it. The end.

What really happened to Andie Bell and Sal Singh six years ago.

Little Kilton is trying to move on, to close this dark chapter.

As for me, I did what I set out to do.

To find the truth.

But what started as a school project became something much darker.

Something I couldn't control.

I know I put myself in danger.

Others too.

But Sal was always innocent.

And we found the real killers.

Two people are in prison,

and someone else will face trial in a matter of days.

Case closed.

Sometimes I wonder

how things would be if I'd never started this.

If I'd left everything alone.

If life could go back to the way it was before.

- - Shit. Can't say that.

I want to make it better.

How can you?

I know I can never do this again.

I just want everything to go back to normal.

Boo!

- Hey, Sarge. -

I know, don't say it. I look ravishing.

Get it? Ravishing-Ravi Singh?

Did you practice that on the way over here?

- Oh, you're finally done. - Finished.

So you're ready to post it?

Mm. You still haven't decided on a title yet, have you?

I was thinking An Examination Into a Miscarriage of Justice.

Okay.

Or A Study into a Closed Case: The Andie Bell...

Stop laughing.

Sorry, you're just so you.

What's wrong with me?

You do want people to listen to this podcast, don't you?

Well, then you need a great title.

You are the smartest person I know, Pippus Maximus,

but you do lack…

Lack?

…pizzazz.

- - You're almost entirely pizzazz-less.

Anyway, lucky you've got me because I've got a great idea.

I'm not calling it that.

You don't have to post it, you know.

If it's just your way of giving this a proper ending, then that's okay.

No. People still don't know the full story.

What if they think Cara knew? What if they...

Treat her like people treated me when they thought Sal was a killer?

I started this.

I have to fix it.

I've done enough talking.

I'm ready for this to be over.

No more murder.

Well then, let's record the intros and get it finished.

Chop-chop.

Hello.

My name is Pip Fitz-Amobi, and you're listening to.

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder.

- I think you're the killer. - The party hasn't even started yet.

Just practicing being a hotshot lawyer.

- Internship going that well? - Basically run the place.

Okay.

Let's go get Cara.

So she actually leaves the house.

- You forgot about the murder mystery. - No.

Did you just throw that costume together in the last 30 seconds?

No!

I'm just the humble cook.

Okay, humble cook. Let's go.

Ooh! Nice mustache, Ravi!

Whoa. Excuse you, buddy.

Wait.

Come on. He's not supposed to have any contact with you.

You're a witness giving evidence against him.

- Why is he smiling? - 'Cause he's a fucking rapist prick.

But why is he smiling?

Doesn't matter. In a couple of weeks, he'll be in prison, where he belongs.

So why is he smiling?

Happy birthday, Connor! Whoa, yeah!

She's working it. Come on, she's working it.

Slay, girl, slay.

- Literally. Are you the murderer? - Oh, wouldn't you like to know?

That's the point of the game.

Although I'm not very good at spotting murderers.

Uh, anyway, you know...

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Jamie. It's too soon.

- You're not supposed to die yet. - Okay.

I'm sorry, Con.

Sh-shall I…

Shall I stay here dead, or…?

"Oh, no!"

"Reginald Remy has been murdered!"

"I've got to call Scotland Yard immediately!"

I can do it again.

I can. I'll do it again. It's fine. Pretend it didn't happen, then we can…

Um…

Yeah. Okay.

I'll-I'll go.

All right.

- You hiding in here? - Yeah.

I'm staying out of the way.

I want Connor to have a good birthday, you know?

Mm.

- He's having fun. - Nah. He's putting it on.

He does that when he's upset.

Anyway.

Something up?

Oh.

- Thanks for lending these to me. - You finished the podcast?

I haven't uploaded it yet. I just…

Oh, I get it. Yeah.

Sometimes it's easier to say how you feel hiding behind a microphone.

It's not that. I just…

I want to help.

With Max's trial?

Yes, and…

Cara.

You know you can't help anyone if nobody ever hears it, right?

Yeah. You're right.

- Wow. I'm not totally useless. -

I heard your band on the radio today.

What's that song called? "Long Silver"?

Yeah.

Yeah, they're doing really well now.

- Didn't you write that song? - Uh…

Yeah... You can keep those headphones if you want.

- I don't really need them anymore. - Well, I don't either.

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What did you see?

Nothing.

- I wasn't looking. - Fine.

- Everything okay? - Yeah, it's fine.

It's fine.

We should go back to the murder.

You're supposed to be good at this kind of thing.

Pfft, it's just a game.

I don't really care who the murderer is.

I know who the murderer is!

It's you, Inspector Humphreys.

There's only one boat a day to this island, at noon.

And Reginald Remy was murdered at 5:15 p.m.

The Inspector showing up just after. But that's not possible.

You must have traveled here before the murder happened

because you knew it was gonna happen, because you're the killer, aren't you?

- I thought it was Pip. - There she is.

No phones in the 1920s, good sir!

No, I'm listening.

Yeah, that is…

That's wrong, sorry.