03x02 - Deadlock

[bunniefuu]

- [CHATTER]
- [DOG BARKING]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SMOOTH MUSIC]

We're so excited.

I can't tell you.

This one hadn't even started school

when I put my name on the list.

Well, those who wait.

You bagged a good one, too,
one of the larger plots.

Graham ran it before.

His was the envy of the lots.

[LAUGHTER]

This way.

Fertile soil.

You see?

Kudos on your sales pitch.

This is...

Unbelievably sh*t.

[JAZZY MUSIC]

Mm.

Argh.

[SIGHS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[BRIGHT MUSIC]

You know they hire machines for this?

Ah, stop complaining.

It's character building.

If you're building a
character with a crooked back.

[LAUGHTER]

Mum, look.

Some clothes in the ground.

[GASP]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

What is it?

What treasure have you found?

[THEME MUSIC]

We'll need to take fingerprints and DNA

for elimination purposes.

Did either of you touch the remains?

No.

Mum called the police straight away.

I should have seen the signs.

It's obvious now.

The lack of couch grass, the
proliferation of brambles,

the low numbers of taraxacum.

Biological remains
increase pH and salt levels,

which kills off vegetation,

duly encouraging toxins.

The wet, fertile soil
accelerates decomposition rates.

Ah.

Mum's a botany expert.

Oh, well, botanical horticulturalist.

Yeah, but he was looking at you

like you put the bones there
to see what would happen.

I'm betting my house that's
who it turns out to be.

Doherty. First name?

Graham.

Graham Doherty, previous plot owner.

He hasn't responded to my
calls or emails for months.

And do you know how hard
it is to get a plot up here?

I have a waiting list as long as my arm.

Just to be clear...

What I always say.

Best way to move up that list,

knock off one of the plot holders.

The trays.

Max, stay on the trays.

[DOGS BARKING]

[RADIO CHATTER]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Poor chap.

Close-range g*nsh*t to
the front of the skull.

Exit hole at the rear.

We haven't found a b*llet,
so maybe not k*lled here.

You were right about it being male.

What was your tell?

The ilium, the pubic arch, pelvic brim?

He was wearing a tie.

Has he been here long?

It's hard to be exact.

The wet, fertile soil
accelerates decomposition rates.

Uh, yes.

The date of burial will
be difficult to work out.

And there's too much
bacterial contamination of DNA.

And forensic traces have
most likely degraded,

but we're taking samples.

We've got a find.

One minute.

There.

This is chest pocket?

Yeah.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

A wallet.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Antony Paulson, Whistler Tower SW10.

Well, Mr. Paulson, let's
see if we can find out

how you ended up here, shall we?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

[PHONE CHIMES]

Oh.

Amber?

Who's Amber?

What?

I'm a detective, naturally observant.

Oh, is that it?

[PHONE CHIMES]

Well?

[SIGHS] Don't laugh.

I've signed up to a dating site.

Why would I laugh at
that? That's brilliant.

It was peer pressure.

My aunt badgered me into it.

God forbid I should be allowed
to like things the way they are.

That's how we met.

Ants was Royal a*tillery.

I was Catering Corps.

Are you sure it's him?

We've yet to make a
formal identification.

But we found Mr. Paulson's
wallet on the body.

Oh, God.

[SOBBING]

I'm sorry, but we have to ask.

When did you last see Antony?

Oh, not for a while.

We broke up.

It must be February last year.

We had a blazing row,
and he packed his bags.

Did you keep in touch?

No.

I haven't seen him since.

What was the row about?

Oh, something, nothing.

We both said the wrong things.

Was Antony involved in any
criminal activity that you know of?

Not while we were together.

But after, when he was on the streets.

He was sleeping rough?

Actually, that's the
last time I saw him.

A couple of weeks after he moved out,

a mate said he saw Ants
down by Chelsea Bridge.

I went down there.

I told him he could move back in here

until he got back on his feet.

This was March, yes?

I went back about a
month later to try again,

but they said he'd moved on.

Did they say where he went?

He talked about having some
farm work lined up in Kent,

so I assumed he was there.

This past year, whenever
I've thought of him,

I've pictured him on a farm,
working in the open air,

healthy, happy.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Oh, God!

Better than the reality, eh?

[SOMBER MUSIC]

Are you sure?

These are not the
remains of Antony Paulson.

But the wallet?

According to Paulson's army
medical records, in 2016,

he was injured in a car
b*mb expl*si*n in Kabul.

Fractured his arm, dislocated
hip, four broken ribs,

and shrapnel shattered his left tibia,

requiring a titanium rod.

Unequivocally, this is not him.

Male, [INAUDIBLE], 30 to 50 years old.

Not at all per likeness.

Could it be the plot
holder, Graham Doherty?

No, Connor's tracked
him down alive and well

and living in Ireland.

Oh.

Ashley, once we have a likeness,

we'll put out an appeal.

This should help ID him.

I matched the clothes to
those the victim was wearing.

I can see why you'd
think he was homeless.

I have that jacket.

It's a bit '90s.

When did you buy yours?

Well, that's hardly the point.

You know, around '97.

[LAUGHTER]

[EMERGENCY SIRENS]

Hello.

Hi.

Ms. Chambers.

I've raised a bloody magpie.

I'm so ashamed.

I caught him trying to sell it on eBay.

I'm not sure why he
thought a rusty old pin

would be worth anything.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Where did your son find this?

Well, he took it off the
body, off the clothes.

I had no idea.

I am so sorry.

Right.

This is useful.

Thank you.

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[BELL TOLLING]

Hey.

Mr. Doherty, you moved back
to Ireland last October?

Yeah, well, my life kind
of imploded overnight.

My father had a heart attack.

And my mother needed help.

So I uprooted back here.

Is that a bit of an accent
I detect there, DS Walsh?

We're not chatting over a
pint in Grogan's, Mr. Doherty.

This is a m*rder investigation.

And you have not supplied
an adequate explanation

as to why you failed to let
the council or anyone else know

that you had moved.

Well, I... I didn't
want to lose my plot.

God forbid.

Do you know how hard it is to get one?

There's a waiting list
of over five years.

By any chance, Mr. Doherty,

do you have access to a firearm?

No, of course not.

When was the last time
you tended to your plot,

specifically the area where
the remains were excavated?

Well, not in a while.

And can I... can I just
offer an explanation?

There's plenty of
rivalry at this allotment.

A couple of years ago,
some gobshite stripped

all of my tomato plants.

We'd like to speak further, Mr. Doherty.

Would you be willing to
come in for an interview?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

So we're looking for some Monty
Don driven to m*rder over tomatoes?

[SCOFFS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC, EMERGENCY SIRENS]

Our priority is to ID our victim.

We know he isn't Antony Paulson.

But maybe our victim knew him.

He had his wallet on him.

So let's look into
Paulson's family and friends.

Yeah, from Paulson's mail, he
was on Jobseeker's Allowance.

But April last year his benefits

were frozen after he failed to
turn up to two job interviews.

The thing is, he
didn't contest the claim

and there's been no contact since.

Is it possible Paulson's our k*ller?

He dumped the body and fled?

Possible.

Anything from Missing Persons?

No matches.

I'm up to April.

A more accurate time scale would help.

I was thinking the US flag pin.

On the off chance, I
checked with the US embassy,

hoping they had missing US nationals

that matched the
description, but no luck.

Keep looking into Missing Persons.

We'll keep looking at the timelines.

It's a good idea, though, Jess.

Jess?

What?

Victim robs Paulson, steals his wallet.

Paulson tracks his attacker, shoots him.

Go on.

Paulson doesn't have a firearms license.

He's ex-Army.

Details, TBD.

But after Paulson buries the body,

not realizing his stolen wallet is
still inside the dead man's pocket.

Sloppy.

He panics.

He'd still pat him down first.

Not necessarily.

I'd check his pockets
before I dug a big hole.

Well, that's good to know.

I loathe this time of year.

Appraisals.

The only person who looks
forward to them is Jess.

It's true.

I don't mind them.

She keeps a spreadsheet,
two columns listing

everyone's pros and cons.

You don't.

Of course not.

But nobody would be surprised.

I'll add that to your cons, Connor.

I try not to think about mine.

When are you doing them?

When I get to them.

So last minute, as per?

Ooh.

No, all I meant was it's...

Okay.

Well, as we're discussing,
this is a good time

to remind you that,
unnecessary as I think they are,

appraisals are a good opportunity

for positive, constructive feedback.

But they are not open season to
pass comment on my dress sense,

time keeping, and communication skills.

You don't have to make
it so obvious you mean me.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

[ENGINE REVVING]

[REVVING INTENSIFIES]

[HONKS]

[BRAKES SCREECH]

[HONKING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[REVVING CONTINUES]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

JG73UHD.

[SOFTLY] JG73UHD.

[HORN HONKING]

Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

Yes.

JG73 Under Hand Deal.

[PHONE PINGS]

Oh, for goodness sakes.

[PHONE RINGING, VIBRATING]

Not now, Astrid. Not now.

[GROANS] Ga...

Go... Go... Go In 23 Under Hand Deal.

Go... Go?

GI23UHD.

[SIGHS]

[SOOTHING JAZZ MUSIC]

♪

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Hello?

Hi, Max.

It's Amber.

Have you forgotten?

No.

No, I haven't forgotten.

In fact, I'm on my way now.

Oh, great. I'll see you soon then.

See you there.

"Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The K*llers.

Okay, "Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The K*llers.

"Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The K*llers.

Oh, God.

"Shawshank," "Barbie," K*llers.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[EMERGENCY SIRENS]

[MACHINE BEEPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[TYPING]

♪

Oh.

Max.

My date left before the main course,

probably because she was too
polite to leave during the starter.

Have you eaten?

A doggy bag.

What do we call this?

Max's scraps.

Some things never change.

Yeah, like me being late.

My date wasn't impressed.

That is amazing.

Anything to give him back his name.

Oh, they're the hardest.

A whole life reduced to bones.

Is it wrong that I prefer them?

It's easier separating
the body from the person

when the person is already gone.

The ones that look
like they're sleeping,

they never leave you.

Don't shake them.

Sorry.

Are these from the scene?

Soil samples, plants, bamboo cuttings.

I was hoping they'll give
us a better understanding

of when he was buried, and
to narrow down the dates

we're looking at for a missing person.

But I'm in the queue for
one of two forensic botanists

on the force's payroll.

Did you take the box marked Urgent?

What cases that require a
forensic botanist aren't urgent?

[CHUCKLES]

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Hey, guys!

[CHATTER]

♪

Oh.

We interrupting anything good?

Oh, just the latest from Taylor.

It's good to see you
again, DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

Well, thanks for
agreeing to take a look.

Chemical analysis of the plant and soil

samples taken at the scene.

We're hoping the data
will help us better predict

when the body was buried.

The abundance of methane
and hydrogen sulfide.

The ammonia in the
surrounding soil samples.

Human remains don't make good compost.

Biological decay toxifies the soil.

But to see it like this in a
real life case is wonderful.

You can help?

Do bugs sh*t in the soil?

The answer is yes.

Yes, they do.

Give me a few minutes,
just to take a look.

Told you she'd be useful.

That's why we're here,
purely scientific?

Yes.

You didn't notice any of that?

Any of what?

What?

[LAUGHS]

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

I can't deduce anything from
the soil or seed samples.

If I could get my hands on them
to run some tests of my own...

Oh, thank you for taking a look.

But the brambles, whoever
thought to take cuttings

was a smart cookie.

They are perfect chronometers.

We think of brambles as chaotic,

but their growth pattern
is cyclical, very organized.

It makes them easy to predict.

So we just work backwards to
when the seeds first took root.

When the soil was disturbed.

Exactly.

October.

The body was buried in October?

Early October if you
put a g*n to my head.

Oh, sorry, this man had a g*n to his...

anyway.

[CHUCKLES] I hope it helps.

It's brilliant.

Really, thank you.

I'll, uh, phone it in.

Thank you, Ms. Chambers.

Happy to help.

I should, um...

A drink sometime?

Did you...

A drink would be great.

Yes?

Same me... ah, too.

Me too.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

Oh, DI Arnold.

Thank you.

Max, I have a short list of five

from Missing Persons from October

that match the description.

Well, Ashley just sent
a printout of the image

for the appeal.

No.

[SIGHS] No.

Hang on.

I think we found him.

Jerome Singer, 40 years old,

reported missing on the


by his daughter, Melica.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Jerome didn't really keep in touch.

He only resurfaced once
a year on Mel's birthday.

He usually took me out
somewhere, a pizza, a coffee.

When's your birthday?



So last year, when he didn't show up,

you called the police the next day?

You did what?

Not like they did anything.

Did Jerome ever mention
these names to you?

Antony Paulson, Graham Doherty.

No.

No, I don't know these names.

Who are they?

Jerome had Paulson's
wallet on his person

when he was found.

Oh, God.

[SOBBING]

All I could ever get out of him

was that he was a
bouncer at some nightclub.

He signed up to some
agency, Black River...

Black River Securities.

Private security.

Do you know the name of the nightclub?

No, I never asked.

Army dental records confirmed
our victim is Jerome Singer.


Hastings, joined the army at 18.

Desert rat in Afghanistan.

Divorced, one daughter.

Singer's flat is immaculate.

So either he forgot to
cancel his cleaner or...

His neighbor, Mrs. Johnson, was adamant

that on numerous occasions
over the last few months,

she has seen Jerome
Singer go into his flat.

When we pointed out
why that was impossible,

she suggested it may
have been his ghost.

Back from the grave to clean his fridge?

So someone's gone to great lengths

to make it look like
Singer is still alive.

Mm-hmm.

According to his phone
records, all activity ceased

on October the 7th last year.

Goodbye ping was in Chelsea in the Kings

Road-Flood Street area.

Any news on the nightclub
where Singer worked?

No, but I'm looking into the
agency, Black River Securities.

Well, someone k*lled
Singer, likely early October,

but we don't know where.

And buried with Paulson's
wallet in his pocket.

I want to speak to the
previous plot holder again

and see if he can fill some of the gaps.

Do we have an ETA on Graham Doherty?

I spoke to him this morning.

He says he's having
trouble getting a flight.

Oh, is he now?

So, Ambassador, what else is
on my list that I haven't done?

Transport.

You need to arrange the transport.

And all the... the presentations.

Sophia, would you help him with that?

Yes.

I'll allocate it to a speechwriter.

Joke, that.

When you say transport,

- what kind of transport are you thinking?
- Nicholas.

Say again?

What... hold on.

Wait, wait, Nicholas, why are
you bothering me with this?

[SCOFFS] Yes.

Of course, I remember who he is.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Okay, great.

Thanks.

Ooh, thank you.

What's that?

It's probably nothing.

I had an altercation with a car.

And then when I got home...

Well, what?

I think someone's been in my houseboat.

That's serious.

Well, there's no actual
signs of a break-in.

The doors and windows are locked.

But the blind on my board
wasn't all the way down.

I always pull it all the way down.

Is it possible you forgot?

Have you spoken to your neighbors,

asked if they saw anyone?

What?

Are you worried?

About your appraisal?

[SCOFFS] No.

Why?

What have you heard?

I just... you know?

You.

[CLICKS TONGUE]

No, you're winding me up.

[LAUGHS] I had you worried.

Nothing to be worried about.

Aha.

Max, you'll want to see this,
Jerome Singer's text history.

October 15, a week after
his phone was turned off,

the carrier logged an incoming
text from his daughter, Melica.

"Hey, Dad.

So I didn't see you on the news.

Did it go okay?"

On the news?

Melica, we'd like you
to explain this text

you sent your father
on the 15th of October.

Mel?

I wasn't trying to hide it.

I just didn't know if I
was allowed to tell you.

Tell us what?

I... I think he was mixed up in
something to do with his work.

Something he said in a message.

You mean his work at the nightclub?

No.

That's just what he told us.

He wasn't a bouncer.

He made me promise not to
tell anyone, not even Mum.

God, what was he up to?

That's the American ambassador.

Two weeks before, he
sent this voice message.

I didn't think anything of it, but now.

After that, all my messages went unread.

I thought he was off doing some
top secret "James Bond" sh*t.

I mean, stuff.

Okay.

This is the tail end
of Jerome Singer's final

message to his daughter, Melica,
on the 5th of October last year.

So two days before his
phone sent its last ping.

Yeah.

I promise we'll spend more time together

once this is all finished.

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've... I've convinced
him to make things right.

I'm meeting him in a couple of days.

You'll probably hear
about it on the news.

I hope you forgive me.

I love you, kiddo.

I'll see you.

Marty.

Who is he talking about?

Well, we know Singer works security

for the American ambassador.

Let's see if we can find
a list of US embassy staff.

He might be a colleague
from Black River Securities.

No, they're a dead end.

No website, no social media
presence, no tax returns.

Sounds very hush-hush.

"James Bond" sh*t.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[KNOCKING]

Ambassador, your car is here.

Thank you, April.

The US embassy supplied a staff
list to the Foreign Office.

Possible hits for our Marty,
three Martins and a Martinez.

They're sending further details.

But the FCDO have advised
us to "tread carefully."

They've requested a copy of
all we have and will advise

further action within 14 days.

Right.

Well, they're not gonna like this.

October the 7th, the day
Singer's phone was turned off,

I went back through
our findings, comparing

them against that date.

And in the phone logs for our
plot holder, Graham Doherty,

a call to his mobile at


on the P&C Services database.

- He got a call from the police?
- Nope.

Number is a diplomatic flag,

the American ambassador's
private residence.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

What do we do?

Call the Garda in Dublin.

Get them to drive Mr.
Doherty to the airport

and stick him on a plane.

♪

Couldn't I have gone back to
the hotel to freshen up first?

You've flown in from
Dublin, Mr. Doherty.

I've had longer Tube journeys.

Did you know Jerome Singer?

Who?

The remains buried at your plot

have been identified as Jerome Singer.

On the evening of the


you received a phone call at 9:32

PM from a number registered to
the US ambassador's residence.

Who did you speak to?

Emily Morgan?

No.

You didn't ask who?

She's the US ambassador.

I didn't know that.

DS Walsh, did you know that?

What can I say?

I keep up with the news.

So who did you speak to?

Marty?

Mr. Doherty, can you
identify Marty for us?

I don't know why that
call is listed there.

I mean, that must be a
wrong number, a misdial.

We hear that quite a lot.

And I have no idea how some homeless guy

ended up on my allotment.

Did you receive a
phone call from a number

registered to the US
ambassador's residence, yes or no?

Look, this wasn't a misdial.

Who did you speak to?

No one.

"Some homeless guy."

Who did you mean, some homeless guy?

What... the... [STAMMERING]
this Singer fella.

But he's not homeless.

Did you mean Antony Paulson?

No.

There it is again.

You didn't ask who?

Do you know what happened to him?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

You know.

I'd like a solicitor.

♪

Search.

[CHATTER]

Oh, thank you.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Birds are circling, means
there's a dead bird nearby.

Did you know when birds are in trouble,

they emit a pheromone and
other birds come to check?

My da, when I was
five, he k*lled a bird,

and all the other birds
came to the garden.

That's wasps.

What's wasps?

When wasps are in danger,

they emit a pheromone to the nest.

Wasps don't have noses.

Wasps have noses.

[CHUCKLES]

It is wasps.

God, I've told that bird story

to quite a few people over the years.

[LAUGHTER]

[DOG BARKING]

[INSECTS BUZZING]

Spread the search until we...
[INAUDIBLE] the fragments

so we can try and get a clear date.

Yeah.

All right, thank you.

♪

These are traumatic breaks.

They're not natural.

He was in the ground a while.

If the earth was pressed down,
if people were walking above?

Or from the excavation?

There are not from the excavation.

Well...

Don't touch.

Ashley, have I done
something to upset you?

I don't know, Max.

Would you like to show all
of my outstanding casework

to passers by on the
street, get their take?

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

Did you have a nice trip to the Gardens?

Rose works there.

What, in the gift shop?

He said you were okay with it.

Kick a man when he's down.

Look, Rose works as a botanist.

And she was useful.

I thought it was helpful.

Okay.

You're forgiven.

You're right, these aren't natural.

Neither is the titanium
rod in his tibia.

It's Antony Paulson.

Yes.

But these breakages are
more recent, a year old.

Traumatic injuries caused
by blunt force trauma

shortly before he died.

He'd been buried 12 months, March 24.

But by all means, Max,
check with your botanist.

[LAUGHS]

It's only a matter of time
before we find a connection

between you and Antony Paulson

and you and Jerome Singer.

I don't know anything about...

Mr. Doherty.

No comment.

This is a satellite photograph

of your plot taken in July last year,

when you said you were still tending it.

Of interest is this
area where we recovered

the remains of Antony Paulson.

We believe he had been
buried there in March.

Rest of the plot is in use,
but you've left this area alone.

Why?

No comment.

You must be kicking yourself.

If you hadn't abandoned your plot,

it would never have been taken off you.

And we would never have found
the two bodies you buried.

I didn't bury them.

All I did was hand over the key code.

The key code to the allotment gate?

No comment.

That was the purpose of the
phone call on October 7 last year.

Someone phoned you from the
US ambassador's residence

and requested that key code.

I'd like a moment with my client.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[RUSHED FOOTSTEPS]

Can I help?

Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

Detective Sergeant Layla
Walsh, Chelsea Police.

We're here to speak
to Ambassador Morgan.

[DOOR OPENS]

Do you have an appointment?

No, but if she's busy, we can wait.

It's all right.

Sophia, take him through.

Scared we're gonna gatecrash
the ambassador's party?

Her next availability
is Thursday, 2:00 PM.

It's okay, we'll wait.

I could quote the 1961 Vienna Convention

on diplomatic relations in full,

the, uh... the inviolability
of diplomatic agents, et cetera.

But the abridged version,
Detective Sergeant Walsh?

Is you need to make an appointment.

The CPS legal guidance
on consular involvement

in criminal investigations,


"Inviolability, except in
the case of a grave crime."

And this is that exception.

So either we speak to her now or you

and I can continue this to and fro

back at my station, Mister... ?

I'll see if she's free.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you full of surprises?

[LAUGHTER]

Then the red velvet with
the cream cheese frosting?

That would be really nice.

Yeah.

Ambassador, DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

Emily Morgan.

Welcome.

Sophia, that's all for now.

Thank you.

Cake.

This is what your aide thought

was more important than
speaking to the police?

Well, the difference, DI Arnold,

is that the baker had an appointment.

Nicholas, no need for discourtesy.

I apologize.

Sincerely.

I know he doesn't sound sincere.

Washington does that to you.

Thank you, Nicholas.

Now, how can I be of assistance?

We're here to ask some
questions about Jerome Singer.

Such awful news.

My thoughts and prayers
go out to his family.

How well did you know Jerome?

Well, he was part of my security detail.

How long for?

He joined our team at
the start of last year

until around September, I think.

I'll get Nicholas to send you the dates.

Do you know this man, Antony Paulson?

No.

Jerome Singer had Paulson's
wallet on his person

when his body was found.

And today, we dug up Mr. Paulson's body

from the same plot where Jerome
Singer's remains were found.

Oh, God.

The allotment belonged
to one Graham Doherty.

- Do you know him?
- No.

On the evening of the


the day we believe that
Jerome Singer was k*lled,

a phone call was made to Mr.
Doherty's mobile from a number

registered to this residence.

We'll look into it.

We're also tracking down
someone called Marty.

Do you have anyone on
your staff by that name?

No.

Ambassador.

Detectives, a pleasure to meet you.

To reiterate, my embassy
offers its full cooperation.

Please, use my direct email
if it speeds things up.

Thank you.

Allotment?

I've lived here 10 years

and was unaware such a thing existed.

It's a garden you rent from the council.

[LAUGHTER]

This country.

[LAUGHS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

[EMERGENCY SIRENS, TRAFFIC]

[BIRDS CAWING]

I'm sorry.

The thing is, we need to
find something that connects

Antony Paulson to the US ambassador.

Hold your horses.

Check your emails.

The Foreign Office
are spitting feathers.

The word "immunity" has been raised.

Is Emily Morgan claiming immunity?

It's more the FCDO reminding
us to stay in our lane.

"Criminal immunity and
inviolability is conferred

on all diplomatic
agents and administrative

and technical staff of London-based

foreign diplomatic missions."

There are two exceptions,
termination of post or a waiver.

We'd need a watertight case for both.

There might be something we can use.

The US embassy has 15 million
quid in unpaid congestion

charge notices and outstanding
parking fines, one this week

for the ambassador's car.

You want to send the US
ambassador an overdue notice

for a parking fine?

Well, as leverage.

I... Now I hear it, it does sound petty.

Forget it.

Let's find the link
between our two victims,

the US embassy, Graham Doherty,
and who the hell is Marty?

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

So what are they hiding?

And why are we being warned off
asking Emily Morgan questions?

Even if we did get something on her,

she'd negotiate some
grubby underhand deal.

Oh.

"Underhand deal."

If we can prove she's
lying, that she knew...

- Underhand deal.
- Antony Paulson...

- Just go.
- we'd have a connection.

Just go.

Go where?

No.

Somebody write this down,
"underhand deal, just go."

Care to elaborate?

Do you ever get the
feeling that your brain

is trying to tell you something?

Underhand deal, just go.

What's your brain's phone number?

It might be quicker if I call it.

Wait, no.

Other way around, just
go, underhand deal.

Just go... oh, come on.



Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

That's it.

A license plate, JG73UHD.

It's the car that's been following me.

Dark silver Ford Mustang
registered to a Nathaniel

Sylvester, middle name Martin.

Marty

Marty.

[TYPING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Here he is.

Guess where he works?

The American embassy.

♪

Well, we're in the same square mile

as the goodbye ping from
Jerome Singer's phone.

You think any of the neighbors remember

as far back as October last year?

[RAIN PATTERING]

If there was a g*nsh*t they might.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

My lawyer is on his way.

While we wait, can we ask
you some questions, Marty?

Do you mind if I call you Marty?

What can you tell us
about Antony Paulson?

I don't know who that is.

His remains are buried in the
same place as Jerome Singer.

- You do know Jerome.
- Yes.

Yes, I know Jerome.

A neighbor of Mr. Singer's has
identified you as the person

who's been looking after his flat.

That was kind.

One question, did you take his
keys off him before you buried him

or did you pick the lock?

Well, we both know
you have form for that.

You've been in my home.

Did you find anything useful?

Let's talk about Graham Doherty.

Does that name ring a bell?

[KNOCKING]

Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh.

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

[DOOR SHUTS]

[WHISPERED CHATTER]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[INQUISITIVE MUSIC]

DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

This is unacceptable

Mr. Creswell, good to see you again.

Well, suspicious
gardeners, dodgy diplomats,

quite the client list.

That is out of order.

As you're aware, Mr. Sylvester
has diplomatic privileges.

So would you kindly leave?

Mr. Sylvester invited us in.

Well, Mr. Sylvester shouldn't have.

It's better than appearing obstructive.

After all, if I can
be of any assistance.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Sylvester.

♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR SHUTS]

Only let us in because he
thinks he's untouchable.

[SCOFFS] I fear with good reason.

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

At least we now know who
the ambassador is marrying.

♪

Is this the man you
allowed access to your plot?

No comment.

Nathaniel Martin Sylvester, senior
trade attaché to the US embassy.

Also engaged to Emily
Morgan, the US ambassador.

Is this the man that you and
Jerome Singer knew as Marty?

How about Blue Trees Golf Tours Limited?

Organizing tours for premium UK courses

for rich American tourists.

When that venture folded four years ago,

you were company secretary
and Nathaniel Sylvester

was a director.

So we know you know him.

Did he call you on
October the 7th last year?

Did you help him dispose of two bodies?

I didn't know that he...

No comment.

Didn't know what?

No comment.

I didn't do anything.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You gave Nat quite the shock.

Why did you lie to us, Ambassador?

When we asked if you knew
a Marty, you said, no.

He's not Marty.

Nat or Nathaniel.

On October the 7th, did Nat call
Graham Doherty from this residence?

As I reiterated to your
foreign secretary an hour ago,

we have launched a full investigation.

This is an embassy matter now.

An embassy matter?

A gravely serious one,

which we will throw our full
resources at and, of course,

share our findings.

This is a m*rder investigation.

It's more complicated than that.

No, it's not.

You realize where you're standing?

I do, the Royal Borough
of Kensington and Chelsea.

No, actually.

Yes.

And that is what I think
you fail to understand,

Ambassador Morgan.

♪

[BUZZER]

What happened?

Word has rained down from on high.

The Foreign Office have advised us

to step down with immediate
effect and hand over our case.

Don't worry, the embassy
are gonna carry out

their own investigation.

I'll start compiling.

We had him.

Jess, Connor, leave it till tomorrow.

But I thought the FCDO...

They take 14 days to get back to us.

They can wait.

- Head home.
- Okay.

Thanks.

I'm supposed to be meeting
Ross the botanist this evening.

I think I'll cancel.

What else are you gonna do,
go home and smash things?

Yeah.

Go and enjoy yourself.

Oh.

Yeah.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

What else did they do, apart
from the one about the moon?

Are you calling Echo & The
Bunnymen a one-hit wonder?

[LAUGHTER]

I spent the '80s obsessing
over Duran Duran and Wham!

[SIGHS] I'm almost scared to ask.

What was your first concert?

I don't want to say.

Come on, there's no judgment here.

- Oh, really?
- Cross my heart.

Bananarama.

[LAUGHTER]

They were great.

I listened to them on repeat.

I haven't changed.

If I like something,
these days, it's Taylor,

Taylor, and more Taylor.

Talking of which, I dug out my
copy of "Mud Slide Slim" on vinyl

and gave it a spin.

I haven't listened to that in years.

What's that?

"Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon."

I know those are words.

James Taylor.

Swift.

You're talking about Taylor Swift.

[LAUGHTER]

Is he any good, this James Taylor bloke?

I'll do you a playlist.

[CLEARS THROAT] Max, have
you ever arrested a woman,

blonde, attractive in her, I'd say, 40s?

'Cause that woman is really staring

into the back of your head.

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh.

Good evening.

Hi, Astrid.

Rose, this is Astrid, my, um...

my ex-wife.

Technically, still your wife.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

You too.

I take it Max didn't invite you, too?

No.

Well, I'll go and check on Kieron.

I'll leave you two.

Excuse me.

It's nice to meet you, Astrid.

And you.

"Technically, still his wife."

Sorry.

Who's that?

Mr. Nosey Parker.

That's a funny name.

She seems very nice, your date.

Well, it... no, no, no,
it's not a... she's not a...

- I think I'm going to go.
- No.

No, no, no, no.

No, it's fine.

I was a bit worried about Kieron anyway.

He's still a bit fragile after
the, um... after the find.

But this has been nice.

Bye.

[PATRONS CHATTING]

I didn't mean to ruin your evening.

No.

You could... well...

I could make up an excuse.

He's a bit boring anyway.

No, no.

You... you enjoy yourself.

I'll finish this in the back.

It's good to see you.

[BIRDS CAWING]

[SOOTHING JAZZ MUSIC]

♪

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

[BACKGROUND CHATTER, TRAFFIC]

Morning.

Well, you're chipper.

I'll take it the date went well?

Oh, an unmitigated disaster.

Don't ask.

But I found this.

A speeding ticket from the


Chelsea Bridge Approach Road involving

Nathaniel Sylvester's car.

He was caught on ANPR camera.

It's dark, but look at the front.

What, is that a dent?

Ashley's report said Paulson
died from blunt force trauma.

Likely cause, a mechanical impact.

Well, Marty took collection
of his car a month before.

New car, driving too fast.

And Antony Paulson
crossing the wrong road

at the wrong time.

[TENSE MUSIC]

You were a lawyer before
you went into politics.

If you saw that in court...

I'd argue for a trick of the light.

I've spoken to Marty.

He's assured me he had
nothing to do with any of this.

And you believe him?

Yes.

"Marty"?

You just called him Marty.

If you submit your questions
along with your case,

I'll make sure Nathaniel responds.

Thank you for coming.

I'll get Nick to show you out.

[RECORDER CLICKS ON]

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've... I've convinced
him to make things right.

[RECORDER CLICKS OFF]

Jerome Singer sent that to his daughter

two days before he was k*lled.

His daughter deserves more than your
thoughts and prayers, Ambassador.

Let us speak to him.

Immunity?

It's not the same thing
as proving you're innocent.

Let him clear his name.

What do you have?

Besides a speeding fine
and a cryptic voicemail.

To be a fly on the wall at your wedding.

A big day like that, all those
secrets coming to the fore.

I think you and I have been to
different weddings, DS Walsh.

I'd like to know everything
about the man I was marrying.

That's a low blow.

The lawyer in you must be itching

to know what else we have up our sleeve.

You're clutching at the wrong straws.

I hope so.

He's convinced you.

He can convince us, too.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Okay.

Go ahead.

Jerome Singer and Antony Paulson.

What can you tell us about them?

My client has prepared a statement.

[CLEARS THROAT] Jerome
Singer, as you know,

was a part of my security detail.

I trusted him.

So when he asked for
my help, I offered it.

That was my biggest error,
trying to protect a friend.

When was this?

March last year.

I lent Jerome my car and he hit someone.

Now, I didn't know any
of this until, well,

September last year, when
Jerome confided in me.

He had phoned a colleague
of ours, Graham Doherty,

to gain access to his allotment plot,

where Jerome disposed of the body.

And then?

What happened to Jerome
in October last year?

I don't know.

I know that Jerome was scared

that one of Antony
Paulson's family members

had found out what he had done.

I wish I had listened to him, truly.

But, um... I hope that
this clears up the matter.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Well, DI Arnold, my client...

We agree with you
that Jerome felt guilty

about what happened to Paulson,
but not for the reason you said.

- Can I just...
- And we agree

that on March the 27th last year,

your car was involved in a collision.

But this is you behind the wheel

on the Chelsea Bridge
Road doing 62 in a 20 zone.

We know Antony Paulson was
residing near there at that time.

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his body to your car.

Then you remembered your
old business partner,

Graham Doherty, had an
allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your company,
Blue Trees Golf Tours went bust.

Mr. Doherty has confirmed all this.

He gave you keycode access
to his plot that evening.

And later, you told him
not to dig in this area.

The exact spot where earlier
this week, we excavated

the remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

This is an invoice
from Smithwick's Garage

in Battersea, dated


the day after Antony Paulson died,

to repair damage to the front bumper

and bonnet and carry out a full
valet of the car's interior.

In his statement, Mr.
Doherty also confirms

that on the 7th of October last year,

you made an identical request
for access to the allotment.

Where last week, on the same plot,

we discovered the
remains of Jerome Singer.

You did trust Jerome.

That's why you confided
in him about the k*lling.

But you didn't know that
Paulson was ex-forces.

And you didn't know that Jerome

wouldn't be able to let that go.

You had Jerome removed from his post

a month before he died.

Two days before his m*rder, he
sent a message to his daughter

saying he was going to meet you.

We believe you agreed
to go to the police.

You promised to put it right.

Did Jerome come to your place?

We know he had a firearms license.

He wouldn't have gone to
a police station armed.

So did he leave his
g*n inside the house?

Was that his mistake, trusting you?

You made an excuse to go back inside.

And that's when you grabbed the g*n.

Are we close?

We know he was facing his
k*ller when he was shot.

Do you still see that face,

still replay the shock in his eyes,

that split second when
he realized his betrayal?

How close are we, Mr. Sylvester?

If I tell the families of
these two men a version of this,

how close are we?

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

Close enough.

♪

To reiterate, anything my
client discloses here today

is protected under the
State Immunity Act of 1978.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Was that a confession?

I mean... [SIGHS] Does it even matter?

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

Max!

What are you gonna do?

Um...

I'll throw the book at him.

And they'll throw the
whole library at me.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

No.

He's not worth it.

Look, I know it's not the
closure you would have wanted.

And I'm sorry I can't
go into any more detail.

No, um, it helps.

It does.

But can I ask, um, the person
who did it, what's their name?

I can't tell you that.

What you said about my dad having
the other man's wallet in his pocket.

Dad told me about this
time in Afghanistan,

he got pinned down in this building

and thought his days were up.

So he hid messages on his person

so that whoever would find his body

would be able to piece
together what went wrong

and find the people responsible.

I think Dad knew you'd find him.

I think he'd be proud that
you pieced it all together.

[RUSHED FOOTSTEPS]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

You ready to go?

Car's on its way.

Are you sure you want to come?

Yeah, I told you, everything's sorted.



[FAST-FORWARDING]

Paulson.

You made an excuse to go back inside.

And that's when you grabbed the g*n.

♪

[KNOCKING]

Max?

It's me.

Hi.

This sucks.

Yeah.

I find wine helps.

[CHUCKLES]

To the cases we don't get to close.

Good, you kept it.

Are you going to send it to her?

I don't know, Layla.

I've stretched my luck about
as far as it can go on this one.

Stretch it further.

This is why we do this job.

We represent the victim.

We are in their debt.

In what world does
he get away with this?

That slippery coward
k*lled two innocent men,

buried them, and walked away.

We can't let him bury the truth, too.

It's my fault. When Jerome told me,

I should have told you.

What did the police say?

They mentioned another lead.

Apparently, one of the
homeless guy's family

had been making threats to Jerome.

Hey.

It's over.

Thank you for believing in me.

I love you.

Me too.

Now, scoot.

I need the mirror.

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his body to your car.

And then you remembered your old
business partner, Graham Doherty,

had an allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your company
Blue Trees Golf Tours went bust.

Mr. Doherty's confirmed all this.

He gave you a keycode
access to his plot.

And later...

♪

This week, we excavated the
remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

Ah, Emily.

Ready?

♪

Emily?

You lied.

- What?
- To me.

If I tell the families of these two men

a version of this, how close are we?

Close enough.

I believed you.

Emily.

I remember that day, the 8th of October,

the day after you
k*lled and buried Jerome.

That was the day you proposed.

♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING, TRAFFIC]

DI Arnold.

There's a car here to collect you.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

By the time you get to our
age, meeting someone's hard.

We all come with so much baggage.

A lot of years.

"A lot of years."

I like that.

But we're resourceful, we adapt.

We even learn to live with
other people's secrets.

But not all of them.

No, some you can't live with.

Did you know?

Not until you laid it all out.

[SIGHS] Maybe I saw the pieces,
but chose not to connect them.

I've honed the art of self-delusion.

He made quite the play.

And I was flattered.

And I was smitten.

He was an easy man to fall in love with.

He started dating me a month
after he k*lled Antony Paulson

in that road traffic accident.

Being the husband to an ambassador

comes with a whole
new level of security.

I was his protection, his immunity.

That's all I was.

I'm sorry.

I started out like you.

You make it sound like a curse.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

You're a good man, Detective Arnold.

I made a promise.

I'd always do the right
thing, no matter what.

But along the way...

I've waived his immunity.

[INVIGORATING MUSIC]

♪

Thank you.

♪

Hello, Marty.

Going somewhere?

Well, nearly the weekend.

One thing we still need to do.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

It's due in on Monday.

Oh, for...

[SLAM]

Go on then.

Well, brilliant, obviously.

But you can be a little...

cerebral.

Is that the right word?

This is why these things are a bad idea.

Cerebral?

It's not a bad thing.

Well, go on then.

Well, also brilliant.

But...

- Here it comes.
- ... while I prefer to pick the lock,

- you've already kicked the door in.
- Impatient.

Headstrong.

I can live with that.

Hmm.

Shall we put that then?

"Cerebral."

"Headstrong."

Job done?

- Coffee?
- Oh, God, yeah.

[UPBEAT MUSIC]

♪

Mum.

Someone let me in.

I hope you don't mind.

Do you need someone to look
at your bramble cuttings?

I felt bad about how we left things.

Bumping into your ex-wife
on our first date, a big wow.

Not my finest moment.

I wanted to apologize.

Don't worry.

I went home and told Kieron
and we laughed ourselves silly.

[LAUGHING]

Is that the only reason you're here?

It's difficult.

Oh.

We all have baggage.

And a lot of years.

Some things take a while to pack away.

Yes.

Well.

Bye, Rose.

Take care, Max.

[MID-TEMPO MUSIC]

♪

[THEME MUSIC]