Three amateur sleuths solve a deadly crime in the fictional town of Mortcliff. The body of a librarian and writer is found in a library.
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Your auntie baked a tart with a secret ingredient.
She thinks no-one knows what it is,
but you spotted the jammy fingerprint on the fridge.
Nothing gets past you. That's why you've tuned in today.
Welcome to the TV show with only one question -
Welcome to Armchair Detectives,
the show where these 15 murder mystery enthusiasts
will try and solve a deadly crime.
Our amateur sleuths immerse themselves
into a fictional investigation set in Mortcliff,
the village you're better off driving past.
Searching for the means, motive and opportunity
is Mortcliff's top coppers, DI Knight, DC Slater
and Scene of Crime Officer Simmons.
Before we head to Mortcliff for the first time,
let's meet our Armchair Detectives.
-Hello, Armchair Detectives. ALL:
It's so beautiful.
Only three of you play each day,
so please take your armchairs,
Toria, Dipak and Charley, come on up!
As you know by now,
the detective guessing the killer correctly
will win one of these -
our golden magnifying glass trophy.
They do that every day for me.
You've all played Armchair Detectives
at least twice now.
Is it getting competitive, Toria?
In simple terms - yes, it is. Is it getting competitive, Dipak?
Oh, my goodness. They're in the zone.
A little bit, yes.
I mean, I dipped my last one and I've been beating myself
up and down the room since that
-cos I just changed at the last moment, so...
Do you know what? It happens a lot.
You just go, "Oh, no I'm not going to trust my gut instinct."
You change, and then you get it completely wrong.
Good luck, Charley.
It's time for Round One, the crime scene.
Knight and Slater meet Simmons,
who's found the victim in unusual circumstances at the local library.
Notepads at the ready. For the first time today,
let's head over to Mortcliff.
The deceased is Jim Tiddlesworth, local librarian.
So...this is not natural causes?
It's impossible to be conclusive at this point.
No obvious signs of injury,
other than a slight bump on the back of the head.
Could have been a heart attack or haematoma.
The room was locked when the uniforms arrived.
Judging by the carpet indentations,
this particular shelf
had been standing in the same place for years.
In Cold Blood and Catch Me If You Can. Interesting.
Message from the killer, sir?
Heavy books falling on an elderly man
could cause severe intracranial injury.
But not enough to cause instantaneous death.
It's feasible. He was knocked over, he got up,
walked over here, sat down,
and the haematoma kicked in.
This shelf is pretty robust, Simmons.
I'm thinking it definitely had some help.
We are dusting for prints.
As soon as I know, you'll know.
Sir, the desk sarge just let me know,
Jim's wife Kitty reported him missing earlier today.
Let's go and pay her a visit, shall we?
I always said those books would be the death of him.
That's why when he started writing these articles
I was so thrilled, until I read them.
Who was he writing them for?
The Mortcliff Mercury.
She begged him, she did, for years, to write.
Sorry, "she" being who?
She filled his head with stupid notions
of being just like Piers Morgan, I ask you!
Raventhorpe was his nom de plume.
I thought it a lot of nonsense at first,
but then when the threats started.
What kind of threats were they?
They didn't come here, they went to the paper -
e-mails and the like.
That's why I was worried when he didn't come home
at lunchtime as arranged.
He'd only written two articles, but they'd made people angry.
He wanted to show what was really happening
to decent people in this town.
Do you know this Patsie Leaning?
She owns the B&B on the old Tarbuck Road.
So Jim's article was going to reveal that?
A nicer man you couldn't hope to meet.
Tristan Staite doesn't deserve to be seen with the likes of her.
I knew there'd be some kind of article
about me coming to this hotel with Tristan,
as well as with others.
We're all adults, aren't we?
Who told you, if you don't mind me asking?
An anonymous text. Yeah, from a private number.
Do you know Jim Tiddlesworth?
His wife has always had it in for me.
I saw him yesterday, same as always.
When was that, Mr Staite?
It was around 12.30 when I returned books.
Which books were they?
The History Of Kew Gardens and Ancient Chinese Gardens.
Was there anything about his behaviour
that struck you as unusual or strange?
Why? What's happened?
Curiouser and curiouser.
Armchair Detectives, tell me what's going on.
I kind of quite quickly noticed The History Of Kew Gardens,
and I thought maybe I'm just really into gardening,
but he mentioned that he returned that book
and the Chinese Gardens,
so I feel like these books have got to be significant,
because it was a pile of crime books, I think,
that was knocked over.
-With the exception of two gardening books, yeah.
-Of those two.
I think the wife was going on about threatening e-mails.
-Yeah, which had been sent.
-That had made an impact as well.
Patsie said something about an anonymous text
-from a private number.
That's how she found that the article was going to be posted,
cos it hadn't been posted in the Mercury yet.
Let's get the victim's details up
cos that might help us with this discussion.
So, remember, today we're investigating the death
of Jim Tiddlesworth. He was aged 70.
Jim was a librarian at the Mortcliff Library and a writer.
He was married with two children.
The cause of death is suspected heart attack
or haematoma due to a head injury.
The time of death is still under investigation.
I don't know, it's maybe a bit ageist,
but I wonder why now he's decided to start writing these articles.
Has he got an axe to grind?
It's not like you suddenly flip over and go,
"That's it, I'm going to be expose from now on."
So it's obviously built up towards something by being a librarian.
-It's quite a curious thing.
Let me bring up the suspects as well for you
so we can talk around them as well. The suspects so far are -
Kitty Tiddlesworth, Jim's wife,
Patsie Leaning, the B&B owner,
Tristan Staite, landscape gardener,
and Maxine Taylor, who we've not met yet,
who is the editor of the Mortcliff Mercury.
-Definitely want to know who they are and what they're up to.
They're obviously hiding probably a whole load of things.
There's got to be more about Maxine.
You're in charge of something that could unhinge people,
you're using the victim as a as a horse to peddle something
that she's after, and then might...you might know more...
-Maybe, maybe. Yeah.
-Stomping horse, that as the editor, yeah.
Is it just about sales or is she quite an antagonistic person?
If she's been picked up, pushed into this role,
got a handful of death threats
and then offed by the editor, then that's circulation a go-go, that is.
Bear in mind all these questions, Armchair Detectives,
here is your first piece of evidence.
It is a floor plan for the library.
So the shelf that went over was front right
as you're sitting behind the desk.
So which one do we think went over?
Looked like 300 to 499.
It did, but that said on the Dewey Decimal thing
that crime fiction was 600,
which should be the shelf behind,
which would also include the non-fiction for the gardening books.
So by a process of hopeful elimination,
it would be back right, if we go one, two, three, four...
-Nearest the fire exit.
-..it would be number four nearest the fire exit.
-Yeah, so definitely the right-hand side.
-Take a note of that.
That might come in handy later on.
Now it's time for Round Two, last movements.
We're about to see Jim Tiddlesworth
in the final moments before his death.
Let's head back to Mortcliff.
Tristan Staite's advert for tomorrow's paper,
how many freebies did you promise?
Two or three, I can't remember.
Have you contacted Raventhorpe about the revised article?
Yeah, so far no word from him.
Maxine, we need advertisers to pay.
If we offer Tristan freebies,
how many others are going to expect the same thing?
If Raventhorpe doesn't deliver, then...
Blessing in disguise, really.
I'll crack on with a filler piece.
Maybe we'll have a quieter week, eh?
Oh, got yourself all mixed up, love.
She's really busy and not to be disturbed.
She'll see me all right,
if she's interested in the future of this paper!
I'm sorry, Maxine.
Two visits in two days, should I book you in for tomorrow?
What gives you the right to play God with other people's lives?
We publish the facts and nothing else.
I'm one of your biggest advertisers.
I'll pull all the advertising.
Warren? Sit down. Come on, sit.
-I can't breathe.
-Well, just take your time. Slowly just...
Just breathe in, just breathe.
Here, look, take one of these.
They're my lifeline, they're perfect for stress.
I promise you, this will do you good.
Every little helps.
I will look into this, Warren, now.
-You all right, Jim?
-Oh, hello, old chap.
You done with these already?
Well, no, but I'm going away for a few days.
I thought I could drop these before they're due.
Can always collect them on the way back.
Oh, come on, Tristan, we'll never get there at this rate.
OK, if you give me a sec.
Are you going anywhere special?
Just the Moorcroft Country Inn for a couple of days.
Oh, right. Well, enjoy yourselves.
Keep my books for me, eh?
Will do. Just going to lock up.
Again, lots and lots of information in that film.
Talk me through what you saw.
Well, I think definitely the idea of Maxine
kind of set him up as Raventhorpe and then get rid of him
was looking quite nice because she went,
"Have we got anything from Raventhorpe yet?"
Then sort of looked philosophical and said,
"Hmm, might be a blessing in disguise."
That sort of seemed quite...
That article had something to do with the advertising
coming from Tristan.
-Let me... Let me add the new suspects for you,
cos this might help out. So we've now met Maxine Taylor,
the editor of the Mortcliff Mercury.
Also Keegan Meeke, features editor.
And Warren Robertson, the MD of WR Carpets.
What is Keegan Meeke so adamant to eavesdrop on?
And is Maxine the only person
that knows the pseudonym for the writer as well?
Cos it seemed to be kept a secret in the office,
because she was only referring to him by the...
by the writer's name as well, wasn't it?
-Yeah, actually who knows who he actually is?
Warren has put in a bunch of advertising,
he's probably been suckered in with free advertising from Maxine
and then got both barrels of a story that's kind of exposing him.
Tristan, with his business, has had two or three free adverts,
so they're being lured in,
and so then Maxine can say,
"The paper's not beholden to anyone,
"we've run explosive stories on two companies
"that have been our advertisers.
"Look at how awesome we are,
"an investigative journalist has got killed." You know?
So we're saying Warren might be the other article victim?
Warren might be the other article or it could be
completely something different, but what do we think?
-Does that sound plausible or...
because we haven't got enough, really.
Think about all your questions, let me help you out.
Now is your chance to pick a piece of evidence.
a glance at Mortcliff's local paper.
Just a glance.
Or Tristan's gardening ad copy for the paper.
Finally, the Moorcroft Inn guest book.
I want to see forensic evidence, is what I want to see.
-Well, let me just... Hold on a second, Dipak.
I would say take a look at the Mortcliff Mercury,
cos that can confirm or deny
whether or not Warren Robertson was the target of the previous hit,
and if it's something completely different,
then we know I'm barking up the wrong tree. Thoughts?
But you're doing some really convincing barking.
-Oh, yeah, I'm convincing myself.
-That was a really convincing bark.
-That doesn't mean I'm right.
-That was a definite woof.
-I'll go with the woof.
-You're going to go with the woof?
Let's start somewhere until we get some proper evidence.
It's all proper evidence. It's how you interpret it, Dipak.
So you're wanting to see the Mortcliff Mercury?
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE
It literally is a glance.
-Have a look.
-Do you see...
-So it comes out on the Thursday.
-He died Wednesday, nine o'clock,
9pm was when the body was discovered,
and it was going to be released on Thursday.
So potentially before the deadline.
Seems like if you had a motive against trying to stop
-what was about to be printed in the paper...
..it would suggest that you knew what was about to be printed,
or you'd had enough, it was going to be printed anyway
and this person needed to be out of life. Gone.
Armchair Detectives, it's time to lock in your prime suspect.
Toria, who have you chosen and why?
I have chosen Maxine at this stage.
Those pills. My question is maybe whatever it is is heart related,
and an overdose of that could have caused a heart..
Because of course we still don't know exactly
what the cause of death is.
Dipak, who have you chosen as your prime suspect?
I have gone for the extremely suspicious Maxine.
-She's kind of got the only motive
to why she needs to get rid of this person
who's causing more trouble for her than she might have realised.
I've gone for Kitty, the wife.
Right. Excuse me, pardon me?
-Kitty the wife.
-You've gone for the elderly, bereaved...
-You've gone for a sweet-looking old lady...
-You can't rule anyone out.
..who has so far not featured apart from being clearly grief stricken?
One moment, I'm waiting for this. Right.
Yeah, not yet. Hold on a sec. Right, wait a minute.
OK. Kitty has been there, she's spent her entire life
in her husband's shadow, she's always been a frustrated journalist.
A life under a different nom de plume perhaps, I don't know,
Dovethorpe, and suddenly the husband's getting the notice,
the husband's getting all this sort of stuff.
She's sick of it, she goes in one day, undoes a wing nut,
she knows exactly which one in the library, cascade of books.
She just meant to teach him a lesson
and this sweet old lady will be behind bars.
LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE
Oh, God. Charley, I hope this is the right answer.
I really do.
So to round up the suspects just now.
Toria has gone for Maxine, Dipak has gone for Maxine,
and Charley has just thrown all of the cards out,
and has gone for the grieving, beautiful, sensitive widow - Kitty.
And it's on to Round Three, the police interviews.
Knight and Slater have called in Warren, Patsie,
Tristan and Maxine for questioning.
Will the Mortcliff Four reveal a key clue?
It's off to the police station.
Can you confirm your whereabouts
on Wednesday at around 12 o'clock, midday?
I was with Maxine Taylor,
the editor of the Mortcliff Mercury in her office.
And that's on the third floor of the Mortcliff Library building?
What was the nature of your visit?
That's a personal question.
Yes, it is. That's my job.
I'd gone to complain about an article.
She put me completely at ease.
I don't remember much, but it was very...amicable.
After that we drove to the Moorcroft Inn.
They had advertised a special that morning,
so I'd called Tristan to see if he was keen. He was.
I booked it and we got there just before one.
We spent the rest of the day and the night there.
So before you drove there you were at the library with Tristan?
Yeah, at about 12.
But I was just waiting for Tristan to drop off his books.
Who else was there?
I don't know I didn't see anyone.
You didn't go inside?
I popped my head in for a second
to ask Tristan to hurry up, but I wasn't paying attention.
So you saw no-one arrive or leave?
So as far as you're aware,
Tristan was the only person in the library with Jim?
Yes, but then he left and we spent the whole of the day together.
So I told him where I was going and then we left.
What is the nature of your relationship with Patsie Leaning?
How does Patsie feel about that?
You'd have to ask her.
And it's not something you're ashamed of?
No, I wouldn't think so.
You never been lonely, Inspector?
Patsie's a nice woman.
And no-one else knew where you were going?
No-one apart from Jim.
Patsie only called me that morning.
Warren Robertson seems to have enjoyed
his meeting with you on Wednesday.
He was upset, but I calmed him down.
And what time did the meeting take place?
It was about 12-ish.
Keegan, my features editor, can confirm that.
And you were in your office with him the entire time?
Yes. He really was very agitated.
To be honest, I was a bit taken aback at how angry he was,
but he eventually saw sense.
What exactly was he angry about?
I don't think that's relevant to this investigation.
This is a murder investigation, Ms Taylor, everything is relevant.
Jim was my friend, a very good friend.
I've known him for years.
-Poor Kitty, she'll be lost.
Why are you interrogating innocent people
when a cold-blooded killer stalks the streets?
We're doing our jobs, Ms Taylor.
Talking of jobs, how is yours going?
Busy as usual.
Not what I've heard.
I believe your readership is in decline,
that you're under tremendous pressure
to keep the advertising revenue while increasing readership.
Would you like a glass of water, Ms Taylor?
No. What I need is some breathing space.
Wouldn't a murder be an excellent way
for a newspaper to regain lost ground?
That is disgusting.
Please sit down, Ms Taylor, this interview isn't over.
Oh, I think it is.
I think DI Knight drinks too much coffee. Has anyone else noticed?
Tell me what came up in those interviews.
There's definitely a tie to do with what's going on with this paper,
and she's still on these stress tablets, which...
she seems to have seven.
Warren came out afterwards and said,
"I don't remember what the meeting was about."
Which means that either through a combination
of vast quantities of single malt or through these pills
he's forgotten what he was upset about.
He thinks he had a pleasant meeting.
Armchair Detectives, let me help you out a bit.
-You can pick a piece of evidence.
We now have Tristan's gardening ad copy for the paper,
the Moorcroft Inn guest book, or a new piece of evidence,
Raventhorpe's last published column.
Go for the guest book, because that will at least eliminate or...
-Tell us if someone's telling a...
Or, "Had a great time, kiss, kiss, kiss."
The Moorcroft Inn guest book. Let's have a look at it.
Wednesday, 1.02pm, C Brown and G Jekyll.
12.15pm, Mr and Mrs J Craddock.
1.10pm, The Jones Family.
Well, the only ones that I think it could be on that list
would be Brown and Jekyll.
If it is them, but if it is them,
why are they going under a different name?
Well, what time did Patsie say that they'd checked into the hotel?
-Before one o'clock.
Do we accept 1.02pm to be before one o'clock?
Technically not, because it's after one o'clock,
but depends on what you see.
Well, it seems a remarkably precise number as well, you know,
who books in for 1.02pm unless they've gone,
"Ah, ah, ah, 1.02pm," as if to sort of prove a point on?
OK, guys, it's time to pick your prime suspect again,
let's have a look at the board.
Kitty, Patsie, Tristan, Maxine, Keegan, Warren.
Write the names in your notebooks now.
So, Toria, last time your prime suspect was...
-Maxine. Have you changed your mind?
Who have you gone for?
Something about the way he was listening into the door
and not reacting to the conversation.
Maybe he's desperate, so desperate to save his job
that he thinks killing someone
will generate enough readership to keep the paper going
and keep him in employment.
I mean it's extreme, but newspapers are facing a difficult time
just now, you never know.
Dipak, last time you went for Maxine, have you changed your mind?
-Yeah. Yeah, because I was wrong. I've gone for Tristan.
He's definitely lying about something.
Coming back to that crime scene and the whole point that
you've got a librarian who would allow two books
to be in the wrong section
or not be in the wrong section.
Has he put them away to stop people thinking he'd just been in and out?
Charley, last time you went for Kitty.
-Have you changed your mind?
Well, obviously I took on board what you'd said
about how this sweet old lady couldn't conceivably be a murderer.
-Then we got to the stage where Maxine has
these forgetfulness pills and a sort of Manchurian Candidate style
thing where she could programme, so I stuck with Kitty,
only she's now not working under her own control.
A Manchurian Candidate scenario.
So to round up the suspects -
Toria has gone for Keegan,
Dipak has gone for Tristan,
and Charley believes that Kitty is being controlled by another person.
So it's time for Round Four now, where we dig a little bit deeper.
Let's see what happened the day before Jim's death.
Let's head back to Mortcliff.
Honestly, Jim, you were up all night.
You've taken on far too much.
You keep thinking of that caravan in Devon, love.
No point in happy holidays if you're dead.
The trouble about writing the truth is
what do you do when you don't have any?
There's always Patsie's story.
You really think all that malarkey is true?
Well, I was down at the Co-op with Jenny,
her brother had been off for a weekend with Patsie,
came back a different man.
-Albeit it with a lighter wallet.
Didn't see any sense in denying it either.
That's not the first time I've heard it,
but it's the first time anybody's admitted it so openly.
I've e-mailed it to you as well.
Ah. Read it and weep, my dear. I think it's the best one yet.
-Have you read it?
-He's just dropped it off.
Listen, Warren Robertson's called you
seven times already this morning.
You're going to need to call him back.
Yeah, I will do. I've just got one or two things to do first.
Who the hell is Raventhorpe?
Warren, I was just about to call you.
I could cost you your job, Maxine, do not test me!
You have no right to come in here and threaten me.
Get out now!
Is that all you have to say?
Absolutely. Leave, now.
Keegan, please will you call the police?
Hello, Police? Yes, I'd like to report a threatening disturbance.
-Maxine, we may have a problem.
MESSAGE ALERT SOUNDS
Bombshell, he accidentally...
Warren took the article.
Keegan was going to get an e-mail of the article later,
so he knew it had been taken by Warren,
because it had disappeared off the desk.
Then we've got a situation where Patsie's got information
that she's going to be the next victim,
and I can't read fast enough to get all of those text messages,
so how did you guys get on?
It said "Darling" at the beginning of one of them,
so Warren is calling Patsie Darling.
Yeah, well we've already had the stuff from poor Kitty
that she's a bit of a local good-time girl
with, you know, multiple partners and "a lighter wallet"
said afterwards, which is possibly a subtle way...
And if Warren's been kind of availing himself of her services
in the past, that would explain why he's got her number
and why he wanted to give her the heads up.
Well, let's see if any of the evidence picks can help you out.
There is a new item on the list.
So Tristan's gardening ad, copy for the paper,
Raventhorpe's last published column.
The pill Maxine took at her police interview.
Well, we're relatively comfortable the column
is probably going to be towards Patsie
and that's why it's come about.
The ad we've been ignoring for a while.
Shall we go for the shiny, shiny new thing
that's been dangled in front of us like a cat with keys?
This pill's been bugging us with every, every film.
-OK, let's go with the pill.
-The pill for now?
-Pill for now.
-Have a look.
So that is the pill she was taking in the interview, Saturday's pill.
That means that she didn't take a pill on Wednesday
because she gave Wednesday's pill away.
Or she's a day ahead because she gave Wednesday's pill away,
which means she hasn't actually given one to Jim
because she's only one day ahead.
Armchair Detectives, it's time for you to pick
your prime suspect again. Write down your prime suspect now.
Write it down at home if you think you know who it is.
Toria, last time you went for Keegan.
Have you changed your mind?
I'm jumping to Tristan now.
Tristan. OK, why?
I think he was lying when he said,
"We did this in this order, and this person
"was the only person we knew when we were at this time."
-And those books.
-Dipak, last time you went for Tristan.
-Have you changed your mind?
-Yep. Yeah, because I was wrong.
-Who have you gone for?
So he's got something going on with Patsie,
there's a relationship we haven't seen yet,
but again means, motive, he stole that pill that he didn't take,
because it seems that Maxine was taking pills correctly
and somehow he might have even been faking his stress,
because he seemed stressed the day before and didn't need a pill...
-Maybe. Yeah. Maybe.
-..and a magic double shot of whisky.
Charley, last time you went for Kitty.
-Who have you gone for this time?
Well, there's now starting to get a little bit of evidence
for my outlandish theories which takes most of the fun out of it,
-so I've gone for Patsie instead.
Because she's obviously there as the next victim
of Raventhorpe's poisoned pen,
so she's got the kind of the friend with benefits
who's going to appear at the same time.
They both go into the library,
she gets a nice obvious in front of the cameras,
"I'll wait out in the car."
Goes round the back where Tristan's left the fire escape open,
pushes the bookcase over onto the old guy,
disappears out the fire escape leaving it to click
with no-one any the wiser.
All valid theories, so to round up at this stage -
prime suspects are, Toria's gone for Tristan,
Dipak has gone for Warren,
and Charley has gone for Patsie.
Well, it's time now for Round Five, the final clues.
Will Knight and Slater be able to catch the killer
and be front page news?
Notepads at the ready, let's find out.
He arrived about 11.30, really angry.
Stormed straight past me into her office.
Any idea why he was so angry?
He found out who Raventhorpe was.
Who told him?
Jim always insisted on delivering hard copies as well as e-mails.
Apparently he doesn't trust the internet.
Mr Robertson grabbed the hard copy off my desk
when he stormed out of here on Tuesday.
So Warren Robertson was here two days in a row, angry and unhappy?
Tuesday I had to call the police,
but Wednesday Maxine tried to talk him down.
It must have worked.
I stood at the door.
Then by the time he left, he was fine.
Almost like a different person.
-KNOCK AT DOOR
The printers say we can do an update on Jim's murder
if we get a copy to them within the hour.
Shall I write the copy?
Eh, no, I'll do it.
Only thing is we'd have to lose Tristan's advert,
we don't have space for both.
This is the biggest story we've had in years, we need to run it.
Tristan can wait until he comes back from holiday.
That advert keeps coming up, doesn't it?
Only two people knew who Raventhorpe was,
are you guys getting that?
By the time of his death, a lot more people could have known,
because if Warren found out,
you don't know who he's been ranting and raving to.
Did Tristan and Patsie know?
That's what I'm trying to understand.
Yeah, well, Patsie obviously knew.
That's the thing we don't know, do we? We don't know.
You've got two pieces of evidence left.
Pick the right one and it might help you out.
Do you want to see Tristan's ad
or the last published column of Raventhorpe?
Please put your hands up if you want to see the gardening ad.
Yeah, sod it. Why not? Let's go for the gardening ad.
Two for one, I'm afraid, Dipak. We're seeing the gardening ad.
Let's have a look at it.
Experienced landscape gardener offers 25 years of experience.
Patios and decking. Turfing and planting.
Year-round seasonal maintenance.
Pest management. Paths, driveways and walls.
Contact Tristan Staite on 07700900361
for a free quote.
That number. We didn't see the number that that text came from.
The text came from a withheld number, but...
There was no number showing.
There was no number showing, but the other two did...
I can't remember the numbers from them, didn't grab them in time,
so that could be proof positive
that he's having an affair with Patsie, which we already knew.
Well, it would make sense if the message was coming from him
saying "Darling" such and such.
Maybe he already knew.
We're assuming it was Warren, but actually Tristan found out.
Armchair Detectives, it's the moment when you pick who you're accusing.
For the chance of winning the golden magnifying glass trophy -
Kitty, Patsie, Tristan, Maxine, Keegan, Warren -
it's time to answer the only question that matters, whodunit?
Hello to the Felixstowe Fishing Club,
hoping to get the catch of the day in today's killer.
Time's up, notepads down. The moment has arrived.
Armchair Detectives, who have you accused?
I've gone for Tristan.
At least in my head there's a whole load of plot holes with him
where things aren't just...
They're just not adding up.
-Yeah, something's not right.
Dipak, who are you accusing?
-I've stuck with Warren.
The two days visiting of anger,
the relationship possibly with Patsie.
I wanted it to be Tristan because he was the only liar
that I could see,
but I'm going to stick with Warren.
-You've accused Warren.
-I'm going to use something called evidence.
Oh, right, interesting.
Charley, who are you accusing?
I'm going for Patsie.
-On the grounds she...
Warren's got a really great revenge motive,
get back at, he knows who Raventhorpe is,
he's passed it on to her, she's gone there
with a nice little in front of the cameras alibi,
gone round the back to the opened fire escape and pushed it,
cos it's the only one who's kind of prevention
of reputation destruction
rather than revenge for reputation destruction.
So, in summary, Toria has gone for Tristan,
Dipak has gone for Warren, and Charley has gone for Patsie.
There's a final piece of evidence, though, left over on the board,
so let's have a look at it.
Would it have affected your decision?
It is the Raventhorpe last published column.
..rug pulled from under dodgy WR Carpets.
Apparently the owner offered thousands of pounds
in brown envelopes to Mortcliff's MP to ask questions.
Would that have affected your decision, Toria?
-At this stage I don't...
-I mean, it says to me Kitty did it.
I mean that's what that's saying.
I don't even know who I am any more.
Well, what really happened in today's story, Tell Tale Signs?
Who killed Jim Tiddlesworth?
Let's find out whodunit.
"Ms Taylor told me she'd write the copy for Jim's murder herself.
"When I reminded her we would have to shift Tristan's advert,
"she said it would be fine,
"she would deal with it when he returned from holiday."
Well, if that's what Keegan said, then fine. I just can't remember.
Tristan told Jim Tiddlesworth he was going away
when he went to drop off his library books
on Wednesday at about midday.
You going anywhere special?
Just the Moorcroft Country Inn for a couple of days.
Aye. Well, enjoy yourselves.
You must have been in the vicinity to hear that,
cos Tristan assured us he told no-one else.
As I've already told you, I was with Warren the entire time in my office.
Who, when he left your office, seemed,
to quote Keegan again,
"Completely mellow, almost like a different person."
We were together the entire time.
What medication are you on Ms Taylor?
Standard anti-anxieties. I have a prescription, ask my doctor.
And am I right in thinking you've been advised
never to drink alcohol with your anti-anxiety medication?
I was with Warren the entire time. He's already told you this himself.
Actually, he didn't. He told us you were very nice to him,
but when we pressed him,
it appeared as though he had almost no recollection of the conversation.
As if you'd given Warren Robertson
one of your helpful anti-anxieties along with a double tot of whisky.
-Come on, sit.
Take one of these, they're my lifeline.
Every little helps.
Warren wouldn't have been in any position to notice you leave.
No-one would've unless they kept a careful watch
of the fire escape which leads from your office
all the way down to the back door of the library.
This is harassment.
No, it's not, actually.
Raventhorpe was a complete miscalculation.
It was stoking too many fires.
You went to see Jim to tell him that Raventhorpe was over,
my guess is he didn't agree.
"Publish and be damned" he said. The fool.
So did you leave and come back again?
No. You would have stayed,
otherwise you wouldn't have heard that Tristan was going away.
You waited until Tristan left and then you heard Jim lock the door.
What you didn't realise is that Jim grabbed the shelf
in an attempt to steady himself.
In doing so, he pulled the whole thing on top of him.
Forensics identified his fingerprints.
The impact of the books hitting his head
was enough to cause a fatal subdural haematoma in someone of his age.
I only meant for him to be slightly hurt, I never meant...
Just so he wouldn't be able to write.
I never meant...
He was my friend.
Armchair Detectives, she did give Warren a pill
in combination with the whisky, it sent him to sleep.
You ruled her out as a suspect
because you thought, "Well, that's why the pills are all there."
I'm afraid none of you picked today's killer.
Better luck next time.
Armchair Detectives over here, did any of you get it right? Maxine?
And I was wrong as well, but who cares?
Never mind, Armchair Detectives, better luck next time.
That's all from Armchair Detectives.
Come back tomorrow to see Knight and Slater
investigating a deadly crime,
where art and recycling collide.
And remember, no-one gets away with murder in Mortcliff.
Better luck next time.
That was a tough one. Tough one.
Susan Calman hosts as three amateur sleuths head to the fictional town of Mortcliff to solve a deadly crime. From the comfort of armchairs in the studio, they watch the drama play out as Mortcliff's crack team of detectives - DI Knight, DC Slater and scene of crime officer Simmons - make enquiries with the local residents. But in a show where everyone has a motive, it might prove harder to catch the culprit than you think. The Armchair Detectives are introduced to suspects, uncover vital clues and share their thoughts and theories as the story unfolds, before making their final accusation in a bid to win the golden magnifying glass trophy.
Will the armchair detectives be able to catch the killer in today's story Tell Tale Signs? The body of a librarian and writer is found in mysterious circumstances in a library. What had they been writing and who wanted to throw the book at them?