01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

Get away! g*nsh*t.

It's my neighbour. I think
someone's just shot him.

There was a suspected firearms

incident in Marlow
yesterday. Seems unlikely.

Mrs Potts, this is
a police matter now.

Where were you
yesterday at 6.30?

I was at choir practice
at All Saints Church.

I'm the vicar's wife. He was
very definitely here at 6.30pm.

There's been another sh**ting
in Marlow. Judith Potts.

Suzie Harris. Oh, you came!

Someone's been busy.
Every time I see you,

there are more of you. There's
going to be a third m*rder.

We're dealing with
a serial k*ller.

OK, everyone.

The k*ller left a medallion at
the first crime scene after all.

This one has "Faith" written
on it. Process it, please,

Alice, I want it
fast-tracked. OK.

The first m*rder was
"Faith". The second, "Hope".

The next would be "Charity".
There's going to be a third m*rder?

No. We're going to
catch the k*ller first.

All planned leave,
training, annual reviews,

it's all cancelled.

And I want a full update
on both m*rder cases,

in my office, in ten minutes.

And the medallion was
found by some civilians.

I've decided to hire
them as advisers.

Not that woman that was here?

No.

Oh, thank Christ for that! I
thought you'd lost the plot then.

I mean her and her two friends.

DOOR LOCK BEEPS

Becks Starling, Suzie Harris and
Judith Potts, reporting for duty.

Good luck.

I can't believe
we get to do this.

For big cases like this, we
can bring in civilian advisers.

I'm just asking you
to go over these,

see if anything jumps out for
you. Don't worry, something will.

We won't let you down.
We'll do our best.

Faith, Hope and
Charity from the Bible.

But it's also the motto
of the Freemasons.

I'll get my team to put together
a list of Freemasons in Marlow.

Thank you. Oh, and you'll
want to know about Chris Bott.

We had to release
him without charge.

He was in the United States
at the time of both murders.

He's in the clear. Even though
it was his g*n that was used?

We think it was his g*n.

There's an old door at
the back of his house.

Anyone could have picked
the lock, got in, stolen it.

This is mad! Every time
we find someone that

could've done it,
they've got an alibi.

That's not what's worrying me.

Why? What's worrying you?

What if the k*ller's
someone else entirely,

someone we haven't
even considered yet?

SHE PANTS

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING

Hi, everyone.

Where have you been?

You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

What are you doing?

Oh, there you are! He
thinks he can cook dinner.

It wasn't just going to be that. What
do you mean, I won't believe you?

I've been helping the police.
With those two murders.

You?

No, no, of course. You're the
whole reason this family works.

I'm sure it will be the
same with the police.

How about a takeaway?

Yes!

RINGING TONE

Hello?

Ah, Elliot!

I just wanted to
pick your brains.

Jeremy, lovely to hear
from you. How can I help?

Well, I'm sure it's nothing, but
I've had a call from the police.

They wanted a list of all
the members of the Lodge.

They did? You don't think
it's got anything to do

with these terrible
murders, do you?

Oh, God, no! No, no, of
course not. No. Although...

I don't suppose my name
was on that list, was it?

Oh, no, no. Don't worry, it was
current members they were after.

I didn't tell them
you left last year.

Worry? Why would I worry?

Yes...

Indeed.

How's Luna settling in?

She misses Iqbal. I
feel so sorry for her.

Tell me about Zeta.

Zeta? Well, she's amazing.

She's also a pain in the...

You know what
teenagers are like.

It's always just
been the two of us.

I don't know what I'm going
to do when she goes to uni.

That sounds hard.

At least I'll be able to watch
what I want on the telly!

You said the other night that
you survived your husband.

What did you mean?

I'd rather not talk about it.

I get it, but if he was so bad

why do you still wear
your wedding ring?

To remember.

Ma'am? The list of
Freemasons in Marlow.

Oh, great, thanks. You should
know, there is no Stefan Dunwoody,

or Iqbal Kassam, or Chris
Bott for that matter.

There's no-one who's connected to
either case? Not that I could find.

Not even Elliot Howard?
He's not on the list.

Bit of a dead end,
Sarge? Not to worry.

Our civilian advisers
will come to the rescue.

That's what I reckon.

Sorry, ma'am.

Who's got the case files?

They should...

Right.

Did Tanika say you
could take these? Er...

Not exactly, no.

But I worked through them
last night and I must say,

she's very good at her job.

I couldn't find a single lead she didn't
follow up, or a clue, or whatever.

That's good to know. But, Suzie, I
did find Iqbal's bank statements.

They don't show any large
deposits in the last six months.

So it's like he said.

Are you a millionaire
yet, Iqbal?

I really don't want to
talk about it, Suzie.

Well, whatever happened,
he didn't end up getting

a lot of money, but
there is this loose end.

In Tanika's report,

she says she saw a red-headed
woman at Stefan's funeral,

sitting on a nearby
bench in the graveyard.

But the woman left before
she had time to speak to her.

Receive him, we pray, into
the mansions of the saints.

Look also with favour
on those who mourn.

Yes, I saw her too. She's
someone I know from yoga.

Her name's Liz Curtis.

Hold on. Liz Curtis was
at Stefan's funeral?

Well, not exactly.

But she was watching.
Why? Is that a surprise?

Damn right it is! That
woman is a k*ller.

What? If we're looking for someone who
could've carried out these murders, well, then,

Liz Curtis has k*lled before.

We can help you here, Tanika.

The woman you saw at Stefan's
funeral is Liz Curtis.

She runs the Marlow Rowing
Centre with her husband, Danny.

How do you know that?

I used to dog-sit for
her a few years ago.

Anyway, there was a really

bad flood, loads of
damage to the centre.

They had to put it up for sale.

I mean, the whole town rallied around and got
it back up on its feet, but let me tell you,

Liz never wanted to sell
it in the first place.

And then, one day,

out of the blue,

Liz stopped using me. I
mean, whatever, it happens.

But the next time I saw
Liz, Rollo wasn't with her.

She said the vet
had to put him down

but was being really weird
about it, so I asked around

and I found out there'd been
nothing wrong with Rollo.

So that is what I mean when
I say she has k*lled before.

A dog? It's still m*rder!

OK. Let me see what we can
dig up on Liz Curtis this end.

Oh, and check any links between
Liz Curtis and Elliot Howard.

Are you at the rowing centre?

What's that? You mustn't
speak to Liz Curtis.

I want you all to come
to the station at once.

Sorry, the reception's very
bad. You're breaking up.

Ooh! Do you think
they bought that?

Sshh. We haven't turned it off.
You haven't turned the phone off?

You didn't turn it off! Give it
to me. Where is it? All right.

Jason? I reckon we need to
do a background check on

Elizabeth Curtis from
the Marlow Rowing Centre,

and any links she might have
with either of the victims.

Oh, and Elliot Howard as well.

If Mrs Potts says
he's involved, then,

well, he's involved.
Isn't that right.

Sarge?

Morning, Liz.

Suzie, Becks. You looking
to go out on the river?

Not exactly.

We wanted to talk to you
about Stefan Dunwoody.

Who?

Stefan Dunwoody.

No, I... I don't know the name.

Then why was you at his funeral?

Excuse me, sorry. I've really
got to get back to work.

You can't just walk away, Liz.

Please don't follow me. Becks
saw you there. It's true.

I was taking a break
in the cemetery.

And these people
came out the church

and I didn't know
whose funeral it was.

OK. So what about Iqbal Kassam?

He's the... He's the taxi
driver who was shot, right?

Just like Mr Dunwoody was shot.

I didn't know him.
Are you sure of that?

Excuse me. I really
need to get on.

See you at yoga on Tuesday.

Does that look like an
innocent woman to you?

Has anyone got a bag
on them? Poo bag?

That'll do nicely.

After the break-in at Stefan's,

the police found fresh
fingerprints on the door handle.

You think it was Liz
who stole the painting?

Well, she's guilty of something.

That's Liz's husband, Danny.
We should talk to him. Come on.

KNOCK AT DOOR Hi, Danny.

Hey, Suze. You all right?
Have you got a minute?

Sure, what's up?

Wow! Is this all Liz?

Certainly is. Yeah. I
used to row once too,

that's how we met.

But then she won a gold
medal at the Sydney Olympics,

so compared to her, I was
nothing. So, how can I help?

We're here on a police
matter. No way! Yes, way.

Just wanted to ask you about
Liz and Stefan Dunwoody.

Well, what do you want to know?

Well, did Liz know Stefan?

Sure. Sorry, who are you?

Oh, of course. Judith Potts.

And I'm Becks Starling, although
it says Rebecca on here.

I do yoga with your wife.

You were saying that
Liz knew Stefan?

Yeah, had done for
years. Ask her yourself.

She was pretty shaken
up when he died.

It's not my thing, art, but
Liz is into all that stuff.

I mean, they weren't
close or anything,

but she was definitely upset about
his death, no question about it.

What about Iqbal Kassam?

You mean the other
guy that got shot?

Yeah. Did she know him at all?

You're asking because she used
him the other day, aren't you?

No... I mean, yes. Yes, we are.

Look, the car was in for a
service, so Liz said she had to get

a taxi to do the weekly
shop. That's all.

She could've used any taxi firm,
she just happened to use his.

PHONE ALERT Sorry.

I've got to be in
Nottingham later on,

I'm coaching the GB
Under-19s kayak team.

That's amazing! Congrats!

Thanks.

I'll talk to Liz and if she's got
anything to say about that taxi

journey, I'll get her to call the police, let
them know. Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Danny.

See you around. Bye.
Bye. Nice to meet you.

Well, that's a turn-up for the books.
Everything Liz told us was a lie.

She knew Stefan Dunwoody.

And she used Iqbal's taxi,
assuming he's telling us the truth.

I wonder if there's
a way to find out.

Maybe there is.

A dog walker... has many keys.

But Tanika said we had to go
straight back to the station...

We're not going to do
that, though, are we?

No...

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I've still got Liz Curtis'
number in my phone.

Could you look it up
for me? Of course.

Here's Liz's number. Great.

All Iqbal's bookings came
through this landline,

so if I can see his call
register... BEEPING.

There. OK.

So, Iqbal's register says that
Liz Curtis called him last week,

just like Danny said.

I don't understand. Why
would she lie to us?

No, Judith. You've not opened
Iqbal's post, have you?

Well, it was just lying there.

It's against the law.

Ah, but is it?

Yes. So, what have you got?

It's a letter from Wahab
and Rahman, Solicitors.

You're incorrigible. Oh, good!
I'd hate to be corrigible.

Solicitors writing to Iqbal?

They've got hold of a copy of
Iqbal's neighbour's will from

the Probate Office. He was a
man called Ezra Harrington.

Ezra. That's the man who
died. Luna's original owner.

They're saying that Ezra's old
will left his estate to Iqbal.

Is this the reason that Iqbal
thought he was going to be rich?

So, why didn't he get the money?
They're saying that two weeks

before he died, Ezra drew up a new
will that replaced the old one.

Or rather, Ezra's solicitor drew
it up, a man called Giles Bishop.

He was also sole executor...

Oh, hold on!

Giles Bishop was also
the sole beneficiary.

What?

His solicitor inherited
his whole estate?!

I think we need to find out
who this Giles Bishop is.

The PCC's breathing
down my neck,

the press are saying
we're incompetent.

Now, I can handle all
that, but there's been

a formal complaint
from one of your team

about your handling of the case.

I've followed correct
procedure at all times.

Being SIO is about more than
following correct procedure.

DOOR OPENS Miss
Potts to see you.

Go on.

Excuse me.

Um... The prints on this
notebook belong to Liz Curtis.

You need to see if they match any of the fingerprints
you found on the door handle at Stefan's house.

Is this a poo bag?

Yep. Correct.

Ah, Tanika. We've
just spoken to Danny,

Liz Curtis's husband,
and he says that

Liz used Iqbal's taxi last week,

a fact that we've been able
to confirm for ourselves.

How? She called Iqbal on the


It's true. Look, this is
Iqbal Kassam's taxi logbook,

and afternoon of the 3rd, "Liz.
Local pick-up and return. £18."

That's amazing!

Thank you, Jason.

And you should know that Liz
denies knowing Iqbal Kassam,

or, indeed, Stefan Dunwoody, even
though she knew both of them.

Alice, can you pull the GPS data from Mr Kassam's
sat nav for the afternoon of July 3rd? Got it. Yeah.

Well, we'd better be off. Where are
you going? I need to speak to you.

Sorry. We need to see a Bishop.
That's what you said last time.

Don't worry, we'll be back as
soon as we can. Come along, chaps.

PHONE VIBRATES

Yep. What is it?

Mr Bishop, sorry to interrupt.

There's a woman here that
says she needs to talk to you.

I'm having lunch.

She says it's about the
Ezra Harrington will?

OK. Um... Yep, OK. Well, tell
her I'll be there in five. OK.

Rich, put it on my tab,
yeah? No worries, Giles.

The chess piece has
left the building.

I repeat, the chess piece
has left the building.

He is now proceeding
down the high street in

a westerly direction.

And he very definitely looked
shocked when he heard about

Ezra Harrington. Becks,
could you just sshh!

Say less. I'm doing
my best work here.

Yeah, he's crossing
over the road... now.

HORN TOOTS What?!

Yeah, the chess piece hasn't spoken
to anyone, or used his phone.

Judith, he's going to be with
you in five, four, three.

There you are. Um... I'm sorry?

You're Mr Bishop, aren't
you? Yes. What of it?

Judith Potts. May I
have a word? You see,

I have an elderly aunt, she
hasn't long left with us.

But she's just appointed her
solicitor executor of her will.

And also left her
entire estate to him.

So?

Well, don't you think that's rather
odd? It seems rather odd to me.

Why don't you
contact my secretary?

But of course it
wouldn't seem odd to you,

would it?

Because that's what you
did with Ezra Harrington.

You drew up his will,

you ex*cuted it and you
were also sole beneficiary.

I think the Law Society would
find that very interesting.

Look, I don't know who
you are, but you're right.

If you have any issues,
contact the Law Society.

OK, team. I'm going in.

I need to give Mr
Bishop his pen back.

PAPER SHREDDER ON

All right, I'm off, then.

I'll be back tomorrow evening.

Liz?

What?

Are you OK?

I'm fine.

PANICKED BREATHING

OK, on the solicitor's
office plan,

there's a fire exit here at
the back of the building.

But only one entrance
here, at the front.

Surely, we can't just march in there
and steal the contents of his shredder!

Well, we're not
going to do that.

We're going to sneak in, and
then steal it. SHE CHUCKLES

I don't feel good about this.

No, the front entrance is no good. We'll
never get past the receptionist here. No.

Maybe we could get in
through his window.

Oh, good point, he is
on the ground floor.

Yeah, but we'd need to get
him out the office first.

DOOR OPENS Sorry, darling.
Didn't know you were in here.

Oh...

Oh, you're the friends
helping with the police.

How lovely! Sorry to interrupt.

DOOR CLOSES

You're right. The only way into
the building is through the window.

And I know exactly how
we can get him out.

Boom!

Yeah!

Sam's old hamster cage.

Dead. Shame.

You never know
what we might find.

She kept everything in here.

Perfect! Good old Aunt Jess,
everything we need is here.

Wow! We've even got wheels!

Yes! Perfect with the hat!

OK.

Let's do this.

Hello. I'd like to
see Giles Bishop.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm happy to wait. It's
a rather delicate matter.

Let me see if he's available.
If you'd take a seat?

Actually, do you have
a loo that I could use?

Yes. It's down the corridor
and up the stairs. Thank you.

Go away! Shoo!

Oh!

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Giles Bishop, senior partner.

May I help?

I'm fine. I just...
wanted a glass of water.

Sure. Oh!

Coffee. Oh! SHE GIGGLES.

PHONE VIBRATES

We're on.

Right.

ALARM BLARES

What's that? Fire alarm.

Aren't we going to
clear the building?

It's probably just a test.

OK, everyone out the front.
There's smoke upstairs.

All right, this isn't a
drill. Come on, everyone out.

Um... Sorry, where are we going?

The muster point is out front.
But the fire exit's at the back.

The muster point is out front.
Come on, everyone, let's go!

OK, here goes.

Careful!

Go on. I'm trying!

SHE GRUNTS

Oh, God. What?

What if the fire is out here?
How could the fire be out here?

I don't know.

That doesn't sound
very likely, does it?

No.

Careful!

Urgh! Oh!

OK.

ALARM BEEPS OFF

OK, I've found it.
It was the toaster.

Who did this?

You can all go back in now.
Now? Yep, come on, everyone.

Back inside. Back to
work, please. But...

Come on, everyone.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Mr Bishop. Sorry if I
was a bit odd just now.

I've got a family problem
that I need to talk about,

but outside.

I could do with the fresh air.

You've just had some fresh air.

I love fresh air. Huh!

Let's get some fresh air.

What a trouper!

Really taking one for the
team, Becks. Good girl.

It's my husband. He
takes me for granted.

Right. So, you want a divorce?

Well, it's just... He expects me
to be his cook and bottle washer,

and I know he's got
an important job but,

well, whenever he does anything
he always announces it,

like he deserves a prize.
"I've taken the bins out."

"Oh, right, wow." Or, "Don't
worry, I've tidied the shoe rack."

The shoe rack? I don't want the shoe rack
tidied, I want the kids' bedrooms tidied.

Do you know, the other day he
actually said, "I've picked"

"a newspaper up off the
floor"? What even is that?!

So, why do you want to see me?

Just to grumble, really.

Thanks for listening,
I feel so much better.

What?!

Did you get it?

Did we get it!

Yes! We got it!

Whoop-whoop!

The women!

Yes! THEY LAUGH.

Is this the sat nav data
from Mr Kassam's car?

Yeah, this is the
taxi journey that.

Mr Kassam took just after
Liz Curtis phoned him.

Mr Kassam's house is here.
And the Rowing Centre's here.

But where does he take her?

I don't believe it.
Zoom in where it stops.

That's Chris Bott's
house, right there.

It was Liz Curtis
who got the g*n.

And used Mr Kassam's
taxi to take her there.

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

♪ La, la, la, la,
la, la, la, la... ♪

So, how do we do this?

I imagine it's like a jigsaw.

We sort the pieces
into different colours.

Quite so. First, we have to work
out what's general office paper...

Yeah... and then what's the
paper that Giles shredded.

So, what's the plan?

Well, the page I saw
Giles holding was shiny,

like from a magazine.

So, let's start with sorting
the shiny from the plain.

Right. Let's go.

The evidence suggests Liz
Curtis is our prime suspect,

but it's circumstantial. We don't
have enough to arrest her yet.

She broke into Chris Bott's
house and stole his Luger.

We don't know that for sure. We
just know she took a taxi there.

Why else would she go there
while he was in the States?

Sarge, Forensics have matched the
fingerprints we lifted from the door handle

and the window of Mr Dunwoody's
house after the break-in.

And? They belong to Liz Curtis.

At least, they belong to the prints
on that notepad Mrs Potts brought in.

We need to arrest
Liz Curtis. Now.

It's like a needle in a haystack.
There's writing on both sides.

We just have to be methodical.

Work through this
one piece at a time.

I can't read anything this
small at the best of times.

Oops. Sticky fingers.

Oh, this is impossible!

We're never going to be able
to put this back together.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, I think I've
found a shiny one.

Hello? Are you anywhere
near Liz Curtis?

No. Why? Hold on.

Go on.

SPEAKERPHONE: We've credible evidence
that links her to both murders.

You think Liz Curtis
is the k*ller?

We're bringing her in for questioning. What links
have you found between her and Elliot Howard?

Well, none so far, but...
And what about Giles Bishop?

Who's Giles Bishop? We think
he's involved in Iqbal's m*rder.

Liz can't be a
Freemason, she's a woman.

The medallions are unlikely
to have come from her.

Look, we're heading to the Rowing Centre now, I
just wanted to make sure you were safe. Speak later.

POLICE SIREN

We're not going to
miss this, are we?

POLICE SIRENS

OK, secure the area, I'm
not having her get away.

Hackett, those huts
over there. Yes, Sarge.

Jason, check out reception.

It's like I've been saying all
along. Forget Elliot Howard.

Forget Giles Bishop.

Liz Curtis is the k*ller. She
has always been the k*ller.

No, no, no, no, no.

You three are staying
right there. Stay!

Who put him in charge?

Oh, no! Brendan!

What have you got? Over here.

Oh, my...

She's not the k*ller!

She's the third victim.

Nobody can find Mr Curtis, and
he's not answering his phone.

He's our man, isn't he?

He's in Nottingham. What?

Mr Curtis coaches a
youth kayaking team.

Uniform just broke the news to him
in his hotel, over 100 miles away.

Well, then...

Well, maybe he shot his
wife before he left.

Paramedics say Mrs Curtis has
been dead less than an hour.

Any other theories?

Ah...

This is our fault.

We were messing around
in Giles Bishop's office

when the m*rder*r came for Liz.

Wait.

Where's Judith?

Excuse me. Sorry.

Where is he?

Where have you been
this afternoon?

Ugh.

I asked you a question.

We've been holding an auction
for clocks and watches.

And when did that start?

At 10.00 this morning.

Since which time, I've been in front
of at least 50 people at all times.

Why?

There's been another m*rder.

Well, it can't have had
anything to do with me, then.

It's true.

We've both been in front of
witnesses the whole time.

Get out.

Before I call the police
- the real police.

We need to meet.

Mr Curtis.

I'll get that.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Where are you going?

We need to find out
what's going on. We don't.

Suzie, we shouldn't be here.

This is wrong.

MR CURTIS: I still
can't believe it.

I can't imagine what
you're going through.

Everyone liked her.

Loved her, you
know... Of course.

She just got on with
things. She's a...

She's a doer, you know.

I'm sorry to ask, but, erm

when did you last see her?

Yesterday.

Before I left for Nottingham.

And how was she?

Oh, I don't know.

A bit out of sorts, maybe.

In what way?

Distracted...

Snappy, you know.

I wanted to ask her
what was wrong, but...

Do you have any idea
what was upsetting her?

These murders
really bothered her.

She just hadn't
been herself since.

She's been acting

strangely, withdrawn.

Wouldn't tell me
what was going on.

RINGTONE PLAYS LOUDLY

Hey, Zeta.

Yeah.

Oh. News travels fast.

No, no, no, no, your
mum's nowhere near any...

Zeta... No!

Look, there's no need for
that. You don't have to...

All right. Well, if you're coming
home, let me know when you land,

and I'll come and
get you, all right?

I can't wait to see you.

Yeah.

I've got to go.

Suzie?

Ah...

Yeah, I was just...

I was just checking these tyres.

Ooh. They seem fine.

This isn't a game.

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, well done.

Where do you think
this one goes?

DOOR OPENS

Yeah.

And this one?

Hey.

You all right?

I can't do this.

Hey. You can.

Mummy!

Oh, hello, you!

Hey!

Hey, Mum. Hi.

Mum, what's for dinner?

Hey. Hey.

How was your day?

Jean Percival says she wants
to stand down as churchwarden.

So

Pretty tough.

Thank you for asking.

CLOCK TICKING

OFFICER SPEAKS GREEK

TRANSLATOR: This is a
criminal investigation.

And you have no friends
on the island, not now.

Was it your husband?

TEARFULLY: I don't know...!

You're covering for him?

I'll find out everything.

Look at me when
I'm talking to you.

You might as well tell me...

CLOCK BELL STRIKES

Lengthen.

Lengthen!

Watch the form! Watch the form.

Stay on that.

Good.

Swimmer ahead!

Swimmer ahead on left!

Backing down!

Tease the oars!

Are these all of you?

The perfect alibi.

Dear God, no!

BUSY CHATTER

This is a joke, Jason. We
need proper leadership.

And the medallions?

I don't know why those medallions
were left in the victims' mouths.

You found no link
to the Freemasons?

None.

Then what about
the m*rder weapon?

We think we know
where it came from.

But its owner was in the US
for the first two murders.

What about other suspects?

We've found links between a
local solicitor and Mr Kassam.

Could they have k*lled him?

On the morning Mr Kassam died, Mr
Bishop was in Windsor Hospital,

recovering from a gall
bladder operation.

So, he's in the clear?

He's in the clear.

This is it - what YOU asked for.

The reason I chose you is because
you've got good instincts.

I hired three untrained
women as civilian advisers.

And they've been getting
results. You should back them.

You should back yourself.

RADIO: If you or anyone you know
has been personally affected,

or you have any information
about these terrible crimes,

do call us at...

RADIO CLICKS OFF

You've got to stop.

You're right.

You should make your
own cups of tea.

Becks, please.

It's too dangerous.

PHONE PINGS

You OK?

Yeah, I dunno.
Zeta's coming home.

Oh!

Yeah, she thinks I'm in danger.

Colin's the same.

We can do this.

DOOR OPENS Judith?

In here.

Oh.

OK.

Wow, you've really been busy.

You think so?

Look at this.

No... You've put
it back together?

Oh, my... How long
did that take?

Oh, you don't want to know.

It's a page from the old boys and
girls magazine for Borlase School,

with sporting
results on one side.

But on the other... It's
a list of obituaries.

Why would Giles Bishop need
to shred a list of obituaries?

I draw your attention to two names
- Spencer Chapman and Faye Kerr.

It says they died last year.

But if they died last year,

how did they manage
to witness Ezra's will

this year?

Giles Bishop forged their signatures
using the names of dead people?

So that they couldn't pop out
later on and say it was a fake.

This is the proof
we've been looking for.

Iqbal must've found out the truth,
and that's why Giles k*lled him.

Unfortunately, Tanika told
me that Giles Bishop was in.

Windsor Hospital when
Iqbal was m*rder*d.

He's in the clear?

So, if Giles didn't k*ll Iqbal

who did? And why?

There's something I
need your help with.

Oh...

Bloody hell.

Oh, my God.

What on earth...?

Fire hazard.

Jeez, ever thought of recycling?

So, this is where you got
all your old articles from?

You're a hoarder. Well, not me.

My great-aunt. This is all hers.

But now, thankfully, she kept them.
I've never seen anything like it.

Uh, Suzie, not in there.

So, what's all this, then?

Erm... Oh.

This is me.

And your great-aunt
is the hoarder?

This is your Greek collection?

I thought you said
it was just a story.

Look, uh... this
isn't important.

What we need to find out
is who Elliot rowed with

when he was at school.

You think your great-aunt
has that sort of information?

Well, the local papers
cover the regattas.

The results and the names
of rowers will be listed.

Now, the regattas take
place in June and July,

so we only have to worry about
the papers for those two months.

From the 1980s, when
Elliot was still at school.

Come on. Shall we make a start?

OK?

Hold on.

I think I've found it. Oh.

No.

I think I'VE found it.

I guessed there was a reason
you kept your past hidden away.

You stole from your own dig?

No.

My husband did.

ECHOING: Tell me it wasn't you.

How can you even say that?
I need you to tell me.

They dropped all
charges. I lied for you!

It wasn't a lie!

You are my wife.

I would never betray you.

BECKS: What did he steal?

A rare statue.

Dedicated to Artemis,
the goddess of hunting.

We discovered it.

We found it together.

And then he sold
it for a fortune to

whoever.

And it's not been seen since.

Was he caught?

By the time I knew for sure that it
was him and I'd gone to the police,

he'd skipped the country.

Left me.

I wasn't able to...
shake the scandal.

It followed me for
the rest of my career.

It was a long time ago.

You were young. Yeah.

That's no excuse.

Sounds to me like you
did nothing wrong.

I lied.

And, if I'm being honest,
I knew what I was doing.

But I was... in love and

I was stupid.

It wasn't your fault.

You don't understand.

But it was your husband who...

I'd like you to leave.

What?

Both of you.

Judith, please... Go.

I'm so sorry. This is on me.

I shouldn't have... Now.

We should go.

"Mr Dunwoody laughs when
I ask him about it."

"'I can't swim, ' he confesses."

"'As long as you never make
me get in a boat, I'm happy.'"

Dear God, no!

g*nsh*t ECHOES

PHONE BUZZES

Hello?

JUDITH: I think your husband
is involved with these murders.

You know it, and I know it.

Who is this? Oh,
you know who I am.

The Stanley Spencer painting
you told us about...

It was Elliot who broke
into Stefan's house

and stole it back, wasn't it?

No.

I don't know.

Daisy.

I once stood by a
man I knew was lying.

You don't want to carry that
guilt for the rest of your life.

I think he's got something
hidden in the house.

Thank you.

ELLIOT: Thanks for your help.

Look, I've got to go.
He's about to leave.

What's that?

Elliot's off to Wales.
He's going fishing.

Well, when was this decided?

What?

Daisy, this is a matter
of life or death.

Was the trip planned
or last-minute?

It's a last-minute thing.

"Spur of the moment," he said.

Bye, then!

Bishop and Bell. Good evening.

Oh, hello. I'd like to speak
to Giles Bishop, please.

He's just left for Manchester.

Oh. Erm...

When will he be back?

Tomorrow. Do you want
me to leave a message?

No, don't worry.

By tomorrow it will be too late.

Thank you. Goodbye.

There's going to
be a fourth m*rder.

Me.

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER BOOMS

PHONE BUZZES

Judith. I'm so sorry.

You have to promise you'll
stay away from me tonight.

What?

Promise me you won't
come to my house,

or try to contact me in any way.

Of course.

And tell Suzie the same.

THUNDER RUMBLES

RINGTONE PLAYS

SUZIE: Hi, Becks. I'm
on my way to Heathrow.

I'm worried about Judith.

Yeah, so am I. She threw us out.

She just rang and said we had
to stay away from her tonight.

What? Why?

She didn't say. But she
was really weird about it.

I think she's going to
do something foolish.

PENCIL SHARPENER WHIRS

PHONE BUZZES

Not now.

Mum? Where are you?

Zeta, I'm needed elsewhere.

What?

Look, my friend needs me.
Can you get a cab home?

I guess.

All right. I'll see you later.

OK, yeah. Thanks.

Sarge, that was the hotline.

Someone's seen a guy on
Temple Bridge, outside Marlow,

throw something in the river.

Apparently, it may have
looked like a handgun.

Did they get a description?
Not in this rain,

but he ran off in the
direction of Hurley.

Look, if we move fast, we
might be able to intercept him.

Becks?

I'm sorry to interrupt.
But it's Judith.

I think there's
something wrong. Why?

I've been calling her landline,
there's a not-in-service message,

and she's not picking up her
mobile. I think she's in danger.

Sarge, the handgun!
He could get away.

Your caller said it COULD
be a g*n, or it WAS a g*n?

Look, he might get away!

Tanika, I'm really worried.

We need to act.

We're going to Mrs Potts' house.

Jason, Alice, you're
with me. Yes, boss.

What are you doing?! We've
got a k*ller to catch!

I know! Stay here.
Man the phones.

You're backup.

Ah!

sh*t!

GLASS SHATTERS

GLASS CRUNCHES

Which service do you require?

Which service do you require?

Hello?

JUDITH BREATHES SHAKILY

Hello, Danny.

There.

CHAIR SCRAPES

SIRENS WAIL

I can't get through to her!

This is bad!

Come on, come on! Quick!

We're nearly there.

Oh, God. TYRES SKID.

Oh, no! What the hell?!

Come on! How bad is it?

What are we going to do?
We need to get it moved.

How?

We need to get a tow
truck down here! OK!

See if you can get
hold of anyone.

The church is nearby! What?

The church!

No, Becks...

Becks!

I can't imagine how hard
life must have been for you.

Sharing a passion
with your wife.

Rowing.

But Liz was a gold-medal winner.

One of the best in the world.
That can't have been easy for you.

And then, the Rowing Centre.

Despite terrible floods,
she still wouldn't sell up,

even though - as my good
friend, Suzie, reminded me

riverside properties
are worth a fortune.

You don't know the first
thing about my life.

It must have been
so frustrating,

Liz not understanding that you
were sitting on a gold mine,

not sharing your vision.

But I didn't k*ll her.

Oh, I know.

Let me tell you what happened.

How she died.

CHOIR SINGING

LOUD CREAKING

CUTLERY RATTLES

Becks, what's going on?

What are you doing?

Becks?

There's a tree blocking the
road! We've got to move it!

We need to tow it!

BELL CHIMES

Becks! Just tell
me what's going on.

Colin, watch out!

Oh...

First, you had to
get hold of a g*n.

But you had to get hold of one
without revealing yourself.

Which is why you booked Iqbal's
taxi using your wife's phone.

And then, when Iqbal was dead,

and your wife, too

no-one would know that it was
really you behind the whole thing.

I was in Nottingham
when Liz died.

Ask anyone.

Yes.

That's right.

I agree.

When your wife was shot,
you were 100 miles away.

But then

you didn't k*ll Liz.

You k*lled Stefan Dunwoody.

We need to get this
rope to Ferry Lane.

Darling... The police are there.

I can explain everything later.

I need you to help me!

Mrs Starling, this
is criminal damage!

Mr Eddingham! Can
I borrow your 4x4?

Certainly not.

Lesley! Thanks.

RADIO: As Storm Isla moves
in, a severe weather warning

for torrential rain has been
issued in the Buckinghamshire area.

Marlow Bridge has been closed

and the public have
been advised to stay...

SUZIE: Oh...!

TYRES SKID

Oh, oh...!

Luna, you OK?

I was a fool.

I should have worked
it out sooner.

Especially as it was
there in black and white

that Stefan hated rowing.

So, how come there was a blue kayak
at his house when he was k*lled?

A kayak, I might add, that
wasn't there afterwards.

Shut up.

SUZIE: How are we
going to get across?

Really, it was an
oversight from me.

For who has access to kayaks
and lives on the river

if not you?

I said, shut up!

SUZIE YELLS

Judith!

Come on, come on... Pick up
the phone. Pick up the phone!

Pick up the phone! Come on!

All right, Luna.
There's a footbridge.

We're gonna have to run
for it. Come on, girl!

We can't take off in this, and
Marlow Bridge is down. We're stuck.

Hey, guys! I've got this!

Here!

Yes, that's perfect!
Becks said you needed it.

Yes!

OK, everyone, wrap the rope
around the trunk of the tree!

Let's go, let's go!

Quick! This way!

You've got it!

I did not k*ll Stefan Dunwoody.

I didn't even know him!

And that's precisely
why you k*lled him.

Because you didn't know him.

You had no motive.

But we both know
someone who did.

Elliot Howard.

ECHOING: No. Get away.

g*nsh*t ECHOES

JUDITH: Mr Dunwoody?

Mr Dunwoody?

Stay there! I'll get help!

You k*lled Stefan Dunwoody
for Elliot Howard.

Elliot k*lled Iqbal
for Giles Bishop.

g*nsh*t

And Giles Bishop went
to the Rowing Centre

and k*lled your wife for you.

To complete the deadly triangle.

It was all so clever.

Each of you k*lled someone they
didn't know so that the person

who benefited would
have the perfect alibi.

Elliot was in choir practice
when Stefan was k*lled.

Giles was in hospital
when Iqbal was k*lled.

And you were in Nottingham
when Liz was k*lled.

Then dig through the water...
Josh, show us a stroke.

As Elliot said to me
the first time I met him

how am I doing?

THUNDER RUMBLES

SUZIE PANTING

There it is. We're only halfway.

All right. Come on, Luna.

There's a towbar on the back.

Get the rope, we're going
to tie it round the back.

Keep coming.

Right, we're all set.
OK, we're good to go.

Brett. Oh, Mrs Eddingham.

Reverend. If this car gets
so much as a scratch on it...

It won't... I'm sending
you the bill. Absolutely.

I need you to step back. I
really don't know what I'm doing.

Right, we've got to get moving!

Right. Keep going.

Come on!

I don't know any
of those people.

Well, there's some
truth in that.

You hadn't seen each
other for decades,

but you were all at the
same school together.

Sir William Borlase.
And you were top rowers

you, Elliot Howard
and Giles Bishop.

Bishop was too
short to be a rower.

Giles is too short
to be a rower,

but he wasn't a rower,
was he? He was your cox.

As this race report
from 1987 proves.

You rowed together at
the Marlow Town Regatta

and were reunited there,
coincidentally, 35 years later.

Elliot was always
so full of himself.

Go on.

We lost touch over the years.

Until the Regatta...

Stop that! Out you go. God!

Where Antonia saw Elliot
haranguing poor Stefan Dunwoody.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Elliot. It's been years.

He wasn't in a good
state. Then we saw Giles.

It was the old crew
back together again.

We had to celebrate,
but Giles had troubles.

I am going to sue...

He was going to prison, all
because he'd made one mistake.

He hadn't known that Iqbal
Kassam had also gone to Borlase.

He got the same school
magazine as Giles.

It's how Giles ended
up with a torn page

from the Borlase magazine.

It was Iqbal who gave it to him,

demanding to know how
Ezra's will could be legal,

since two dead people
had witnessed it.

He said he needed to
make the problem go away,

before Iqbal went to the police.

Damn!

And then, I imagine,

you explained that your wife
was standing between you

and a huge pay-out.

Whose idea was the medallions
and the German Luger?

Elliot.

He said we each had
to use the same g*n.

And leave a calling card
behind at the m*rder.

To make it look like
it was just one person.

It so nearly worked.

Oh, it worked.

Only one person worked it out.

g*n c*ck You.

Keep going. Yeah, a bit
more, bit more, bit more.

Argh!

But you've been stupid
enough to tell me.

Oh, you think you're so clever.

I am.

HE GRUNTS

g*nsh*t

HE YELLS IN PAIN

No.

No! No, you don't.

Not clever enough.

DOG BARKS Luna! Go on, girl!

HE YELLS IN PAIN

Get off!

Go on. Get it off
me! Go on, girl.

Aaargh!

Good girl.

THUDDING Police! Thank God.

SHOUTING, DOG GROWLS

Judith... Judith!
Come on, get up.

I've got the g*n.

You're making a mistake.
I've got a watertight alibi.

MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH

Get out the car! Put
your hands on the bonnet!

Gentlemen, I haven't
done anything wrong.

What's...? Ow! What's going on?

This is absurd. Why
are you arresting me?

Can you step out of
the car, please, sir?

Here it is. Sir?

It's a Stanley Spencer.

Thank you, Mrs Howard.

You couldn't have just started
a book club, could you?

Not on your Nelly!

One thing

what was that anonymous tip-off
that you got at the police station?

I assume that was
Elliot or Giles trying

to send us off on
a wild goose chase

so we wouldn't be around
to intercept Danny.

Are you sure you're
going to be OK?

I will.

We will.

We will.

Thank you for trusting us.

Didn't doubt you for a second.

You too, Luna.

Hey. Dinner's in the oven, yeah?

Thanks.

Oh, and just so you know,
your dad's on the warpath.

OK. Be down in a minute.

I think he thought you were going
over to his to cook him dinner.

I did try and explain
you were at work, but...

Well, you know what he's like.

How was your day?

Good.

TV: On the Marlow murders,
three arrested today

for the murders of
Stefan Dunwoody,

Iqbal Kassam and
Elizabeth Curtis.

All are believed to be linked.

Ta-da!

Oh, wow.

You're lucky I came home when
I did. You need looking after.

PHONE BUZZES

Judith.

Oh, Mum, I'm going
to the pub tonight.

OK.

With a load of boys.

You know what you're doing.

PHONE BUZZES

Judith.

I'll be there in ten minutes.

Colin, I'll be out
until this afternoon.

Be as long as you like.
I can always do tea.

Don't worry, I'll be
back in time to do tea.

Yeah.

Ah, bliss.

This is the life.

Isn't it? Oh, branch! Whoa!
Branch coming. Mind, Judith.

Oops! Uh-oh.

Let's try this again.

I was going to
bring sausage rolls,

but a certain furry
friend scoffed the lot.

Oh! Plenty of cucumber
sandwiches, though.

There we go. What fun.
Judith, this is lovely.

We so deserve this.

You know, I'll never look at your
travel sweets in the same way again.

Me neither. Thank you.

Not forgetting the only person
I know who can run a mile

in four minutes flat.

It was so much further
than a mile! Thank you.

I'm sorry I didn't
include you more.

I didn't want to
get you into danger.

So you knew Danny was
going to try and k*ll you?

It's the way they operated,

making sure that two had alibis

so the third could
pull the trigger.

As soon as I knew that Elliot
and Giles were out of town...

You laid your life on the line.

I saw no other way.

What is it? No, go on.

Maybe you've made amends

for what you did or
didn't do in the past.

Damn right.

I reckon you've settled
that score for good.

Did you ever see
your husband again?

No.

I suggest we look to the future.

Champagne, anyone?

Ooh! Yes, please. CORK POPS.

Just a little bit.

Aah! I've said it before
and I'll say it again,

this is the life!

ALL: To us.

GLASSES CLINK