01x01 - Episode 1

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SHARPENER WHIRRING

Stefan? Are you sure I
can lock up? Of course.

It's too hot to be indoors. Go
to the river. Have some fun.

Thank you.

Agh!

HE GRUNTS

CLOCK CHIMES

SPLASH

MUSIC: Bach Cello
Suite No. 1 Prelude.

HE SIGHS

Hm...

No...

Get away!

Dear God, no!

g*nsh*t

Mr Dunwoody?

Are you all right?

I'm coming!

Mr Dunwoody?

Stay there, I'll get help.

Emergency Services. Which
service do you require?

Police. It's my neighbour,
Stefan Dunwoody.

He lives on Ferry Lane, about
half a mile west of Marlow.

We'll get someone
sent straight away.

Oh, please hurry!

I think someone's just shot him.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

FOOD MIXER ON

Oh, morning, Chloe.

Can you give me a lift
to the Red Lion later on?

Darling, that's a pub.
I'm 17. It's legal.

It's not, you know. It is!

Mum, can I use your phone?

Good morning, Sam.
I'll get the bus.

What are you doing? PHONE PINGS

I need you to authorise
a purchase. What of?

The new Hell Slayer game.
Thanks. PHONE TINKLES.

How much have you
just spent? 40 quid.

You cannot spend that
kind of money on a game!

I didn't. You did!

DOOR SLAMS

INDISTINCT ARGUING

Oh, hey, quickly, I
just wanted to check

that you've ordered the
flowers for the confirmation?

Of course. And you're able to
pick up the orders of service?

I'm due at the printers at ten.

Oh, and Mrs Eddingham wants
you to help set up Lisson Hall

for the reception with the
Bishop. Mrs Eddingham?!

Oh! I don't know how you
know what I need before I do.

Thank you. You are the best!

[ You're unbelievable!

LINE RINGS

Come on, girl!
VOICEMAIL: Hi. It's Zeta.

Leave a message.

Hi, honey. I just wanted to make
sure you check in online today.

Oh, and you'll need to choose
the option for hold luggage...

Go on girl, up you go! ..Because
it doesn't come as standard.

Good girl.

And you will definitely
need hold luggage

for all the presents you're
bringing home for your mum!

But seriously, I
cannot wait to see you.

One more sleep. Love you!

Thank you, Jason. OK,
everyone, is that everything?

Alice, you're liaising with
the CPS on the Hudson case?

I'll talk to them by close
of play today. Thanks.

And while DI Hoskins is
off sick, bring it to me.

OK, that's all for now.

MOBILE VIBRATES

Oh, Jason, I saw there was a
suspected firearms incident

in Marlow yesterday.

Seems unlikely, but please can you
bring me the report? Yeah. Will do.

Tanika here. It's Rebecca
Phillips, Shanti's teacher.

She's feeling unwell again.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

We phoned your husband
but got no answer.

No, you did the right thing,
Shamil works nights, it's fine.

Thanks.

Will you be able to collect her?

Tell Shanti I'll be with her
in ten minutes. Thank you.

OK...

Iqbal?

KNOCKS ON WINDOW

Oh, God! Sorry.

Bloody hell, Iqbal, I
thought you were dead!

I'm so sorry, Suzie. You
nearly give me a heart attack.

Yeah, I'm really sorry. My fare
wanted me to go to Birmingham.

Nah, that's too far.
You should have said no.

Yeah, but work is work,
and I couldn't say no.

I thought I'll come
home and close my eyes.

I was gone. But I promise you,

I'll be well rested before I
pick Zeta up from Heathrow. OK?

I should hope so. Seriously,
I couldn't let you down.

Where's my girl?

Who's a good girl?
Who's daddy's girl?

Hello! Hello, lovely Luna.

Hello. I'll drop her off
tomorrow. Come on. Go.

In you get. Good
girl. Good girl.

Good girl. Go on.

Oi, you! Get to bed!

I will.

MOBILE RINGTONE

Hello?

Good morning. This is Detective
Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Is Mrs Judith Potts there?

CLEARS THROAT I'll
just get her for you.

SLURPS WATER AND CLEARS THROAT

Hello, Judith Potts here.

Mrs Potts, I wanted to ask you a
few questions about last night.

Is Mr Dunwoody OK? We've
not spoken to him just yet.

You mean you haven't found him?
It's why I wanted to speak to you.

Are you sure you
heard a g*nsh*t? Yes.

You were swimming at the time?

Is it possible it was something
else, like a nearby car backfiring?

I know what I heard. And it
was preceded by a kerfuffle.

And Stefan didn't reply
when I called out to him.

A kerfuffle? Yes, a kerfuffle.

Well, then we have
a bit of a mystery,

because my Detective Constables
checked Mr Dunwoody's property

last night and there
was no evidence

of any kind of
altercation or sh**ting.

I saw them searching
by the house,

but they seemed to have
just stopped there.

And didn't look around
the whole grounds.

In fact, they weren't
there very long at all.

You don't think they carried
out a thorough search?

All clear. I know they didn't.

Someone shot Mr Dunwoody.

Mrs Potts, this is Marlow
we're talking about.

I think that's very unlikely.

Look, I'm sure we'll make
contact with Mr Dunwoody soon,

and the moment we do,
I'll let you know.

Now, I've got to
go. Have a good day.

Detective Shanti!

I'm not very well.

She's not very well.

She'll be with us until
Shamil can get here.

Oh, great!

The problem is,
we're empiricists,

aren't we, Jasper?

To investigate, we will
need the right tools.

Knowledge can be derived
by what is observed,

and measured.

And I know what I observed.

LINE RINGS

DS Malik. I've found him.
Judith? Stefan Dunwoody.

SIRENS APPROACHING

CAR DOORS SHUTTING

She's down here somewhere.

Mrs Potts?

Mrs Potts?

CAMERA SHUTTER

Mrs Potts? Are you there?

Just here. Are you OK?

Yes. Now that you're here.

HELICOPTER BLADES ABOVE

OK, so, according to forensics,

the powder burns found
around the entrance wounds,

and the imprint the
muzzle left on the skin,

suggests that the g*n was held
against the victim's forehead

when it was fired.
Like an execution.

An execution?

Will DI Hoskins be
leading the case?

As you know, DI Hoskins
is still signed off sick.

Until he returns,
I'm Acting SIO.

Well, I'll let everyone know.

I think I will have another
cup of tea after all.

Coming straight up. Thank you.

Thank you, Jason.

What a lovely young man.

He tells me he's getting
married next month.

Mrs Potts, my name's Detective
Sergeant Tanika Malik.

We spoke this morning. We did.

Can I ask, what made you return
to Mr Dunwoody's property?

Oh, well, that's easy - the
g*nsh*t I heard last night.

If you weren't going
to take it seriously...

Did you know Mr Dunwoody well?

Just to say hello to, really.

I only moved to
Marlow a few years ago

when I retired as
an archaeologist.

But tell me,

what was that thing I found on
the grass? Was it a b*llet casing?

It was. Gosh! So he
was shot in the garden,

and his body fell
into the tributary

and then drifted
downstream in the night.

How very interesting!

Mrs Potts, I can't
have you interfering.

This is a police matter now.

Of course.

And I'm sure you'll
do an excellent job.

Well, that's just about the most
shocking thing I've ever heard.

No, thank you for
letting me know.

Speak soon.

Well, aren't you going to ask?

No. That was Major Lewis,
the bursar of the Rotary.

He was just talking to the secretary
of the Phyllis Court luncheon club.

Her nephew's a police officer,

and it looks as though
Stefan Dunwoody shot himself.

Or worse. What's worse
than sh**ting yourself?

Being shot by someone
else, of course!

There she goes again,
all high and mighty.

Who? The new vicar's wife.

She hasn't invited me around
for a cup of tea, not once.

Mrs Starling?

Lovely morning!

Sorry, Mrs Eddingham, I've
got to get these arranged.

Yeah, I'm so sorry.

I can't look after Wally
and Evie next week,

my daughter Zeta's coming home.

Yeah, Dave, I know, what am
I, your marriage counsellor?

Get away from the window, please.
Thank you. It's just for a week.

I'm clearing all my decks,
Zeta's coming tomorrow.

Oh... All right, come
on, girls, come on.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm Judith Potts, Mr
Dunwoody's neighbour.

SHE SOBS

I can't imagine how hard
this must be for you.

He was such a good man.

I always got that impression.

And interested in me. You know?

He was interested in
you? Not like that.

What I thought about
politics, or the environment.

He was just an old man.

That's how he always
described himself.

An old man living
alone with his art.

Did Stefan collect
antique pistols?

Not that I know of.

In particular, Second World
w*r German g*ns and ammunition.

He was only interested in art.

Do you have any idea who
might have done this to him?

That's what the police officer
was asking. Everyone liked Stefan.

I see. But perhaps he'd
argued with someone.

A customer with a
grievance, perhaps?

There is something, isn't there?

I'm sure it's nothing,

but I was at the Marlow
Regatta, a few weeks ago.

LAUGHTER

Stefan asked me along,
he thought I'd enjoy it.

It was a lovely day and
everyone was having fun.

Famous faces from
the rowing world.

Stefan invited me to
the members' enclosure.

It was a great atmosphere
and everyone seemed relaxed,

then there was this man
who was really drunk.

Stefan said his name
was Elliot Howard

and he owned Marlow
Auction House.

Thing is, he came for Stefan.

They'll let anyone
in these days.

Not today, Elliot.
"Not today. Elliot."

HE LAUGHS

Steffy? Eh? Eh? Come on,
come on, Steffy! Come on...

Please get off me, you're drunk.

Better a drunk than a fraud,
eh? Huh? Hear that, young lady?

The great Stefan
Woody is a fraud.

Like, totally unprovoked. He
called him... What was it?

He's a fraud, he's a
liar and he's a crook.

A crook, aren't you? Stefan?
Huh? A fraud, a liar and a crook.

Big crooky Steffy. Eh,
eh, eh, eh?! Come on!

It was so embarrassing. Poor
Stefan tried to ignore him.

It's not true, obviously.
Stefan was none of those things,

but if you're asking me if
Stefan argued with anyone,

that's all I've got.

Elliot Howard.
Marlow Auction House.

Thank you, you've
been such a help.

Yes, it's a unique opportunity to
own a very special piece of history.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes, that's right.

Howard Carter found it in
Tutankhamen's main chamber

in November, 1922.

No of course not, take as long
as you need. OK, thanks, bye-bye.

Elliot. Judith Potts to see you.

I'm sorry for
arriving unannounced.

Well, thank you, Daisy.

And please shut the door.

Are these all of you? Yes.

Goodness, how young you are!

Can I help?

Oh, I hope so.

May I? It's a rather
delicate business.

A few weeks ago, I was
at the Marlow Regatta,

where you behaved quite
disgracefully, I'm afraid,

haranguing poor Stefan Dunwoody,

and then spilling a glass of red
wine on my blouse, as you left.

So, yes, I'd like you to help
with the cost of dry cleaning.

I spilt wine on your blouse?

This blouse, as it happens.

Just after you accused Stefan
of being a... What was it?

A fraud, a liar and a crook.

Well, Stefan was
all of those things.

Why are you talking about
him in the past tense?

Oh, haven't you heard?
Stefan died last night.

Oh, he didn't just die.

He was shot.

The Marlow Regatta
was over a month ago.

And you wait until the day after
Stefan died to tell me about this?

How was he a crook?

He stole hundreds of thousands
of pounds from his clients.

You have any proof of that?

Do you know what?

I think you're one
of those busy-bodies

who has nothing to fill her
days with, who lives on her own

with a cat, if I had to guess?

Knowing that I once
argued with Stefan,

you've decided to have
a little poke around,

thinking yourself
the amateur sleuth.

How am I doing? Where were
you yesterday at 6:30?

Are you really doing
this? Yesterday. 6:30pm.

I was at choir practice
at All Saints Church,

in front of about 30 witnesses,

including the Mayor of Marlow,
our vicar, three town councillors,

and the High Sheriff
of Buckinghamshire.

Ah! The perfect alibi.

If you were involved,
that's very clever of you.

I'd like you to leave, at once.

Don't worry, I'm happy to.

Oh, by the way, Howard Carter
found no offertory statues

in the main chamber
of Tutankhamen's tomb.

Well, that's basic knowledge.

Your Anubis is a fake.

KNOCKS ON DOOR Anybody here?

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

GIGGLING

Hello?

RADIO CHATTER Good
heavens! Hello.

RADIO: Like a sexy cupcake
and wanted to eat me!

Hi. I'm Becks Starling. Sorry
about hiding in a cupboard.

Judith Potts.

Do you mind if I
come out? Not at all.

It's a chance to get
away from the kids.

Well, Colin and
his congregation.

I'm the vicar's wife, for my sins.
You don't worship here, do you? No.

Thank God for that! Not that
it's good you don't worship.

I mean, what grown woman hides
in cup... Can I help you?

Well, I was looking for a list
of people who sing in the choir.

I'm looking for
Elliot Howard's name.

Why?

Well, I think Elliot
shot my neighbour,

Stefan Dunwoody, last night
just after half past six.

I'm sorry, you think
Elliot did what?

So, you know him?

Well, not really, but I
also sing in the choir

and he was very
definitely here at 6:30pm.

CHOIR VOCALISES

Are you sure?

He was there the whole time.

He couldn't have
slipped away at all?

We're not allowed to
leave during rehearsals.

Maybe he had an
accomplice. What?

Well, I spoke to
Elliot just now,

and, for a moment, a
split second, really,

he let his guard down.

I think he's involved.

Do you think that's possible?

I'm sorry... Mrs Starling?

It's really none of my business.

I've already established

that Elliot thought Stefan
a fraud, a liar and a crook,

but his assistant told me that
he was entirely honourable,

which is my experience of him.

What do you think?

What do I think? I think
it's a matter for the police!

Oh, I wish people would
stop saying that. But it is!

That's their job. They catch
criminals and murderers,

whereas I make
sandwiches, that's my job.

I serve tea and biscuits,
I help my husband,

and I hide in cupboards from
women like Mrs Eddingham.

Who's Mrs Eddingham? Chair
of the Marlow Parish Council.

A terrible gossip. Now, it's
been lovely meeting you,

but I really have to get
back to the vicarage.

Perhaps you should ask
her about Stefan Dunwoody.

I really don't think so.

"Whomsoever knows what is right
to do and fails to do it,"

"for him, it is a sin."

That is a low blow,
quoting the Bible at me.

HEAVY DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Our victim is
Stefan Dunwoody. 60.

Owner of the Dunwoody
Art Gallery in Marlow.

What have we got
on him? Brendan?

Oh, yeah. Erm...

He lived on his own,
no close family.

Digital Forensics
have got his computer,

laptop and phone.

And I've run some background
checks on his name,

address and past addresses,
but... no obvious flags so far.

Alice, what did you get from
the victim's place of work?

I spoke to his assistant,

a young woman called
Antonia Webster.

But she's got no idea what
could have happened to him. OK.

Ballistics say the b*llet
that k*lled Mr Dunwoody

was manufactured
in Munich in 1942.

Is that for real?

So, where did our sh**ter get a
Second World w*r German g*n from?

And why did they use
it to do the m*rder?

Good point. Anyone?

Could it be a ritual thing?

Or political? Maybe
a far right thing?

Alice, tell Digital Forensics

to look out for Mr Dunwoody
belonging to any far-right groups.

Mm-hm. A weapon like this can't
have been easy to get hold of.

Brendan, can you contact the local
antique shops and auction houses

within, say, 20 miles?

Have they ever sold a Second World
w*r German g*n? And if so, who to?

Of course, ma'am.

Who was that woman?

Who?

You know who I mean.

Really, I don't.

Mrs Potts.

Oh...

Oh, her. Um...

She was just enquiring
about a house clearance.

Can you pass the
mustard, please?

No?

That's rather
petty, even for you.

MAN: Come on, Spiro,
catch the water.

Come on...

GLASS SMASHES, SHE GASPS

LINE RINGS

DS Malik? It's Judith.

Judith Potts.

We need to meet.

Mum, Sam's not tidying his
room. Well, can you tell him to?

Sure. Dishwasher.

Are you still OK to pick up the
Bishop of Worcester tomorrow?

I've set an alarm.

Sam! Bring your
plates down! I am!

I thought a fresh start
would help them get on.

Do you think he'll be OK getting
a taxi back to the station?

MOBILE RINGS

Good morning. Reverend Canott.

Thanks. Dishwasher. Yes, no,

we're all ready this
end. Very excited.

The candidates can't
wait to meet the Bishop.

Can you...? The only question
is how long he'd like to stay

at the reception afterwards. And
does he have transport to get back?

Yes, no worries at all.
My wife will be on hand.

Anything you need...

MUG SMASHES

PHONE RINGS

Coming.

What on earth do you
think you're doing?!

Hello.

Mrs Eddingham. It's
Becks Starling.

Oh! Good morning, Mrs Starling.

I wondered if you might
be free for a cup of tea,

maybe later this morning?

You'd like me to
come to the vicarage?

Perhaps you've heard of the
death of Stefan Dunwoody?

I have. Such a terrible
tragedy, of course.

It is. Colin will have
to deliver the eulogy

and we're still so new here.

I wondered if you had any
insights into Mr Dunwoody's life?

I'd be delighted to help.

That's very kind of you.

How about 11:30?

That suits me perfectly.

OK, see you then.

Lovely.

I've gone through Mr
Dunwoody's contacts

his phone, his web history

I can't find any links
to any far right groups.

What about auction houses?

Have we found anyone
who's ever sold a Luger?

Brendan's still compiling
a list, so... A word?

Of course, ma'am. Tell
Brendan it's a priority.

Yes, boss. Boss.

I just wanted to check in with
you on the Marlow sh**ting.

The investigation's
in its early stages.

Are you bringing in another
DI to head up the case?

Do you want me to?

No, ma'am.

Well, then it's yours,
Detective Sergeant.

You will remain acting
SIO, until further notice.

So, please stay in
this office, for now.

Although you might want to take that
Denzel the Dinosaur sticker off.

Oh...

Oh, that's...

Sorry to interrupt.

Mrs Potts is in reception, says
she has an appointment with you.

I'd... better... Sorry.

Hey, Mum, I have some news.
Why aren't you on the plane?

I'm staying with Dad,
just for another week.

What?

Or a bit longer -
but don't worry,

we'll still have a few days
together before I go to uni.

Yeah, but I bought
you your flight.

I logged into the website
and changed the date.

You can't do that. I'm
having the best time.

It's like I'm supposed to be
here. You don't mind, do you?

No, I mean, whatever
you want. Love you!

Love you.

Iqbal?

KNOCKS ON DOOR Iqbal?

Iqbal?

Your door's open!

SHE GASPS

Why "Stay away"?

I've no idea.

After I spoke to you
yesterday, what did you do?

Um... Well, i-it's... possible
I went to have a quick chat

with Antonia Webster,

Stefan Dunwoody's
assistant at his gallery.

You told me you'd
stop poking around.

Yes, but I was lying,
we both knew that.

I thought Antonia might have
an idea why Stefan was shot

with a n*zi b*llet. You
know about that as well?

Well, there was the
eagle on the casing.

The point is, Antonia told me
that Stefan had recently argued

with a man called Elliot
Howard at the Marlow Regatta.

She heard Elliot call Stefan
a fraud, a liar and a crook.

Who's Elliot Howard?

He owns the Marlow
Auction House.

Of course, the German p*stol
must have come from somewhere.

As it happens, I think
Elliot's involved somehow.

But he couldn't have
pulled the trigger

because he was at choir
practice at the time.

And you know that because?

I spoke to the vicar's wife,
a woman called Becks Starling.

Of course you did.

So what I'm wondering is,

what if he got someone
else to pull the trigger?

You mean like a hit
man? Exactly! A hit man!

Travel sweet? No, thanks.

I've lived in this area
my whole life, Mrs Potts,

and I can tell you categorically

there are no hit men
operating in Marlow.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, there's been
another sh**ting in Marlow.

This is 9-9, over
Marlow high street,

north-west bound.

Can I get you something to drink?
A hot tea or something like that?

Yeah. Sweet.

Hold on. One here.

Bag it.

Suzie Harris?

Yeah. Detective
Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Can I ask you a few
questions? Erm... Yeah.

Can you take me
through what happened?

Well, I came to drop Luna
off - that's Iqbal's dog,

a German shepherd.

I'm a dog walker.

Iqbal works nights.
He's a taxi driver.

I come most days, but
today his door was open,

which is not like Iqbal. So, I
went inside and that's when...

I'm so sorry.

SHE SNIFFLES, CRIES

Was there anything else you
saw that seemed different

or out of the ordinary?

No.

Nothing comes to mind?

No.

DOG WHIMPERS

Poor Luna.

This is so bad for her.

Can I take her home
with me, please?

Sorry. Sarge, DCI wants a word.

Sure.

That would actually be
a great help. Thank you.

Hello. Sorry to interrupt.

Judith Potts. Suzie Harris.

Would now be a good time to finish
taking your witness statement?

No, it would not.

Ms Harris has been through
quite enough for one day.

I suggest you contact
her again tomorrow,

when she's had a
chance to recover.

Now... how can I
help you get home?

It's so lovely being
back in the vicarage.

It's lovely to have you here.

We must do it more often.

Next time at my house. I insist.

Thank you.

Colin's so grateful you
can share what you know

about Stefan Dunwoody's life
- for his eulogy, of course.

Well, there's plenty to say

not all of it good, I'm afraid.

Sugar? Thank you.

SHE CHUCKLES

Lots!

Your daughter's beautiful.

Thank you.

Does she live with you?

Yeah, but she's spending the summer
in Jamaica, visiting her dad.

How lovely.

Yeah, he walked out on us
while she was still in nappies,

and now, after I've raised
her, done everything for her,

he rocks up for
the fun bit. I see.

Anyway...

Thanks for your
help. I'll be fine.

Do you know who could have
done this to your friend?

No idea.

He had a good soul, you know?

You liked him?

You see Luna? She belonged
to Iqbal's neighbour, Ezra,

a really nice guy.

When Ezra died, Iqbal took
her in, no questions asked.

That's the sort of
bloke he was. Eh?

Why are you asking?

I'm trying to find out who k*lled
my neighbour, Stefan Dunwoody.

You think there's a link?

Very possibly.

Is that what the police think?

If you think of anything
that might help in any way,

I'm at The Old Manor House,
on the way to Hurley Lock.

No, no, no, don't get up.

Cheers. See you. Thank you.

Thank you.

NEWS THEME PLAYS ON TV

I can confirm a
man in his late 40s

was shot dead this
morning at his home.

We're asking for the
public's cooperation.

If you saw anything unusual
or anyone suspicious

near the Wycombe Road in Marlow
between the hours of 5 and 6am,

please contact the
Buckinghamshire Constabulary.

Thank you. REPORTERS
SHOUT QUESTIONS.

Is this linked to the
m*rder of Stefan Dunwoody?

I'm sorry, that's all I
can say... TV TURNS OFF.

SHE SIGHS

I've got it. DOORBELL RINGS.

Hi. Oh, hello. I'm Becks
Starling, the vicar's wife.

Suzie Harris.

Yum, yum! THEY CHUCKLE.

Wow. Yeah. DOOR OPENS.

Oh. You came.

Both of you.

You'd better come in. Thank you.

I baked a cake. Oh,
that's very kind of you.

It's nothing, really. I
had some spare lemons.

Well, thank you.

You're not vegan, are
you? There's butter in it.

No. The more butter, the better.

Or a coeliac? It's
made with flour. Nope.

This place is something else.

It belonged to my great-aunt. I
was lucky enough to inherit it.

And it's just you here?

Yes. Just me.

Must get lonely.

No, not at all. I've always
liked my own company.

I think it's wonderful.
I crave peace and quiet.

Most days, my house feels
like Piccadilly Circus.

Which is why you
hide in cupboards.

Guilty as charged.

So, Suzie, I take it
you're here about Iqbal?

Well, if you're
still interested?

Yes.

You could say I'm interested.

OK...

Someone's been busy.

Where did you get this?
This is ten years old. Mm.

So, what have you got for us?

Well, it's something I
remembered after your visit.

A few months ago, Iqbal said
he was coming into some money.

He wouldn't say how or why.

Thank you, again.

What are you looking so happy about?
Oh, I had the best news - the best.

What?

I just don't want to tell you
just yet. OK. Soon, though. Soon.

All right. Bye! Come on,
girl! Thank you. Bye!

But a few weeks later, I asked
him about it - shut me down!

Iqbal, are you a
millionaire yet?

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

Sorry.

I got the impression
that he'd been cheated

or lied to or something.

Also, the police asked me
about some sort of medallion

that they found on Iqbal's body.

That's very
interesting. Thank you.

And how about you, Mrs Starling?

Oh, please, it's
Becks. Or Rebecca.

No, not Rebecca. Only my mother
calls me that. Just Becks.

You've got news?

I had a chat with Mrs
Eddingham. The gossip?

She couldn't wait to tell me that
Stefan Dunwoody used to run a scam

at the Marlow Auction
House with Elliot's father,

a man called Alec.

Elliot's father
was a horrible man.

If this Alec found someone
who had a good painting

that was worth something,

and the owner didn't know
anything about art...

It's worth almost nothing.
..he would scam them

by getting Stefan to give
a really low evaluation.

Can you believe it?

Sometimes Stefan would buy it
from them at a knocked down price

the greener they
were, the better,

and then sell it in
London for a huge profit,

but always giving Alec
a cut of the money.

Very profitable. Yes!

Cheers!

Or sometimes Stefan would
keep the painting for himself.

So, Elliot was right.

Stefan WAS a crook.

He seemed quite
upstanding to me.

Although Mrs Eddingham said the
scam was with Elliot's father,

not with Elliot. Well, who's to say
it didn't carry on after his death?

Hmm? Like father, like son.

What do you think? Me?

Well, you know Elliot.

Do you think he's capable of
running a scam with Stefan?

Oh, God, yes. I'll be honest,
I don't trust him one bit.

He's one of those types.
You just know. Mmm.

So, we've got Iqbal, possibly
cheated out of money,

and Stefan, the sort of man who
cheated people out of money,

and Elliot Howard,
who could be a crook.

But that doesn't mean
that Elliot's a k*ller.

Oh, I spoke to
him. He's involved.

The same day I met him, this brick
came through my window with a note.

And remember, Stefan was
k*lled with an antique p*stol,

and where do antiques come
from, if not auction houses?

But he has an alibi.

Elliot and I were at
choir practice together.

Hold on. We can sort this out.

We just need to get a sample
of Elliot's handwriting

and see if it matches
that handwriting.

And, Judith, you just
need to stay out of sight.

OK, ballistics say the
b*llet that k*lled Mr Kassam

was fired from the same g*n that
was used to k*ll Mr Dunwoody.

This isn't two cases, it's one
case. One sh**ter, two victims.

Jason, sort out the document
management. Yep, got it. Thanks.

So what links have we found
between our two victims?

Did Mr Dunwoody ever use
Mr Kassam's taxi service?

Not as far as we can
tell from his logbooks.

What about communication?

Well, I've looked into
both victims' emails,

phone records, messages,
everything I could find,

but... I can't find any links
between the two of them.

Then what about the n*zi p*stol?

Is it possible Mr Kassam
had any far-right links?

No, no, not even close.

No, Mr Kassam donated


to a refugee charity
in Wycombe every year.

What did we get from
door-to-door enquiries? Nothing.

He only has neighbours on one
side and the house is empty.

The owner died
earlier this year.

What about calls
from the public?

Weeding out the cranks,

we've not found anyone who heard
or saw anything between 5 and 6am

when Mr Kassam was m*rder*d.

OK. How about the medallion?

Tell me we've made
progress on that.

As far as we can tell, Mr Kassam
didn't know anyone called Hope.

What else could it signify?

I was thinking, what if it's
a ship? Like, the SS Hope?

OK, see if Mr Kassam had any links
to the Navy or any other boats.

Brendan, how are you getting
on with the auction houses?

Oh, yes.

I contacted everyone
within your 20-mile radius,

but so far, no-one's sold any kind
of German g*n in the last ten years.

But, as I was saying to Jason,

personally, I think we need
to be looking in London.

What about the
Marlow Auction House?

Well, they haven't
got back to me yet.

Alice, go to the
Marlow Auction House.

Speak to the owner,
Elliot Howard.

I want to know why he's
dragging his heels. Yes, boss.

And ask him about his alibi for
the time of Mr Kassam's m*rder.

Yes, boss.

JUDITH: OK, team, our first
Special Ops group chat.

What's he up to now?

He's still writing
in his catalogue.

Maybe one of you
should lure him away.

Oh, that should be easy.

Just need to create a diversion.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Judith? What have you
done? You're a giraffe.

How are you going to do that?

Judith?

What're you doing? What?!
Why am I a giraffe?

I must have pressed something.

Oh, this is ridiculous!
How do I change it?

Go to the bottom of your
screen. Change the setting.

You should see a giraffe
or some other animoji.

What's an animoji?

I've done it again!
This is preposterous.

How do I change it? Tap it,
Judith. No. Try swiping up.

No, no, this is hopeless.
I'll call you back.

Quick, Judith!

PHONE BUZZES

I think I've sorted it.

SIREN CHIRPS

The police are here. They are?

Hi, I'm DC Hackett.

Find out why.

Let's go. I'm not
sure... Can I help?

The Detective Constable is
asking if we've ever sold

a Second World w*r German Luger.

Oh, of course. Yes.

I'm sorry, I... should have
got back to you sooner,

because we did,
actually, last year

to a local collector.

I have the receipt right here.

Oh, no!

What on earth are you doing?

Elliot! It's not my fault!

I'm a police officer.
Are you OK? Are you hurt?

CAMERA SHUTTER

I think it might be...
Yeah, I think I'm all right.

But you need to be more careful
where you put those... things.

Excuse me.

Right, where were we?
That g*n receipt. Yes.

Well? What happened?

Turns out the auction house
sold a German Luger last year,

and guess what, the receipt for it
is written in Elliot's handwriting.

How can you know that? Because
Becks managed to get a photo of it.

Only because you created the
most brilliant diversion.

Yeah, I did, didn't
I? LAUGHS: Up top!

Yes!

Oh, this is very interesting.
Is the handwriting the same?

No. No, it isn't.

The A and Y in Appleby don't
match the A and Y from the brick.

And the W in "working" is
nothing like the W in "Away".

But... if it wasn't Elliot who
threw the brick, who was it?

Well, maybe it was the
person who bought the Luger.

It says here the man's
name is Chris Bott.

Chris Bott? You know him?

I sing in the choir with him.

Does everyone sing in the choir?

Sometimes it feels like it.
Should I give him a ring?

And say what? "Are
you the m*rder*r?"

Stop it! I think we can
do better than that.

DOORBELL RINGS, HE STIRS

Mrs Starling! What
are you doing here?

Sorry about calling unannounced.

Do you mind if we ask
you a few questions?

Of course. How can I help?

Judith. It's a matter
of some importance.

We would be most grateful.

Well, why don't you come in?

Thank you. Thanks.

I thought you collected
World w*r II memorabilia.

Who told you that?

I've a collection myself.

I don't keep my collection
out in the open.

It's more for the
discerning viewer.

Mine's Greek, from
the fifth century BCE.

Oh! Ancient history.

From Naxos, following
Pericles' invasion.

You collect weaponry?

Well, of course.

You can learn so much about
a people by how they fight.

I've always thought so. The
Greeks were fine warriors.

Still are. "The Greek
soldier, above all",

"fought with the most courage."

Adolf Hitler, his address
to the Reichstag, 1941.

As an archaeologist, I've
always thought it a travesty

that society says some artefacts
can be displayed and others can't.

To my mind, all history
is equally valid.

Hard agree.

May I see your collection?

MUSIC PLAYS: Tannhauser
by Richard Wagner.

You like it?

What a fascinating collection.

You are quite the connoisseur.

Thank you. Even the grenades.

No-one's ever matched the
Germans for engineering.

g*n CLICKS

Is this legal?

Depends what
jurisdiction you're in.

Well, I think it's

fascinating.

With a collection this extensive,
you must have a Luger p*stol.

Let me show it to you.

It's in excellent condition
and really quite rare.

No! Someone's stolen it.

Armed police! Armed
police! Nobody move!

SHOUTING CONTINUES

Show me your hands!

It's not as bad as it looks.

Look, this is
really unnecessary.

I do not need to be handcuffed.

There's been a complete
misunderstanding.

Look, someone must've broken
in and stolen my Luger.

What are you doing here, Mrs
Potts? And you, Ms Harris?

We met at Iqbal's house.

Oh, you did, did you?

We want Stefan's k*ller
caught. And Iqbal's.

So do I.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Oh, sorry. No, of course.
I'm Becks Starling.

And you're Shanti's
mum, aren't you?

Our children do Chiltern Music
Academy together. Oh! Mm.

Look, I need you
to listen to me,

because every time I see
you, there are more of you.

And we're even more successful.

But we're dealing with a double
m*rder here. I was right.

Stefan and Iqbal were
k*lled by the same person.

I didn't say that. And the
same g*n must have been used.

Mrs Potts, this is
police business.

If I find any of you anywhere
near either case again,

I'll arrest you for
obstruction. OK?

OK.

ALARM ON PHONE

Oh, God! The Bishop
of Worcester!

So, what have you
ladies been up to today?

BELLS RING

What a pleasure.

Hello! Welcome! Come in.

Look at her. Eh?

She's like an
angelic rottweiler.

She's good. She is.

She is in her element.

Everyone loves her.

What a natural!

There we are. All done.

How on earth do
you do it? Do what?

Put people you don't
know so at ease.

It's not that hard. You
just have to be friendly.

No, it's more than that.

You care about every
person you speak to.

I've never thought
about it like that.

Thank you.

WHISPERS: We're not going to
stop investigating, are we?

AT SAME TIME: No way.
Not on your Nelly!

"Not on your Nelly"?

What? THEY LAUGH.

CHILDREN LAUGHING

Turn around. Let's get
all your life jackets on.

Although we are going to try
and stay out of the water, OK?

Right...

Great! You look OK.

All right. Let's have a look.
Let's just do this a bit tighter.

Yep.

Angus, you all set?

Good man! I'll see
you in a minute.

That's kids club ready.

Liz? You OK?

Yeah. Of course I'm OK.

Why wouldn't I be?

Why didn't you give the
police that receipt?

What's that?

The officer said they
asked for it days ago.

Well, it wasn't a priority.

I do have a business to run.

Why are they even asking?

I suppose they're
trying to work out

where Stefan's k*ller
got his g*n from.

He was k*lled with a
Luger? It would appear so.

She also wanted to know where I was
when that taxi driver was k*lled.

Yes, she asked me
the same thing.

It was 6am. I told her that we
were in bed together, asleep.

So did I.

Well, that's you in
the clear - and me.

I suppose that's the last we'll
hear from the police, then.

CLATTER

HE SIGHS Oh, hey, you're up.

Can't sleep. How was your gig?

Er... Yeah, yeah, it was good.

You know, good for midweek.

How about you?

I can't find anyone or anything
that links the two murders,

except the m*rder weapon.

You will. You always
get your man, eh?

Our sh**ter could be a woman.

Oh, there's a whites wash
that needs putting on

and Shanti's got to take in
£2 for a charity cake sale.

Yeah. Got it.

Er... Good morning.

Morning.

You'll catch your k*ller.

CHURCH BELL RINGS

We remember the mighty
deeds of the covenant.

Blessed is the Lord our God.

Almighty and ever-living
God, remember the mercy

with which you graced your
servant Stefan in this life.

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

As we make ready our
brother's resting place,

look also with favour
on those who mourn

and comfort them in their loss.

Grant this through
Christ our Lord. Amen.

ALL: Amen.

For Iqbal?

He meant a lot to you.

What's it feel like?

Having all this?

When I first met Colin, he was the
executive of a big music company.

He was in A&R, I was HR.

And we had the kids, and then he
got his calling to the priesthood.

Wow! I wanted to support him.

So, how old are your kids?

Oh, Sam is 15 and Chloe is 17.

Oh, so she knows absolutely
everything about everything.

You have a teenage
daughter? Yep - Zeta.

She left school this summer.

Congratulations.
What are her plans?

I don't know any more.

It's like being crushed

by 800 years of stone.

That's what it's like.

You've got to see the book
of condolence for Stefan.

Come. Look at this entry
here, written by Daisy Howard

the roundness of the
As, the slant of the Ys.

It's the handwriting
on the brick.

Colin will need me for
the wake - vicar's wife.

Of course.

Knock 'em dead, girl.

Oh. Well, maybe not that.

Mrs Howard? Might I have a word?

Why? Hi.

Well, I believe it was you who
threw that brick through my window.

You shouldn't have signed
the book of condolence.

Not here. No.

I don't know what to say.

How about the truth?

It's us or the police,
and we're much nicer.

My husband has affairs.

He thinks I don't
know. Of course I do.

When you visited
that first time,

I asked him what you'd
been talking about.

He lied.

You thought he and I were...

I was so angry with you for daring
to come to my place of work.

I wrote that message and
threw it through your window.

I was lashing out. I'm so sorry.

You're trying to find out what
happened to Stefan Dunwoody,

aren't you? Did you know him?

Not really. But Elliot
did. He hated him.

He did?

Elliot's dad had a
painting by Stanley Spencer

worth a small fortune.

Elliot always loved it
when he was growing up.

It's what made him
go to art school.

He went to art school? Mm-hm.

He's a good painter.

But when his dad died, he didn't
leave the painting to Elliot.

He left it to Stefan.

Mmm. Harsh.

My husband is a proud man.

And he's got issues - God
knows he's got issues,

but whoever shot your friend,
you need to look elsewhere.

My great-aunt always said
I should take up knitting.

You said this was her house?

I was an archaeologist
for many years.

Lived abroad.

I didn't think anything would
make me come back to the UK.

Until you got left a house
on the Thames worth millions.

THEY LAUGH So...

where's this Greek collection
you told Chris Bott about?

Oh, that was just a story to
try to get him to open up.

Well, you fooled me.

Can I ask - your
wedding ring? Yes?

Vicar's wife. I notice rings.

I used to be married.
Wow. What happened?

Goodness, this really is
a night for questions!

GLASS SHATTERS, ALARM BLARES

What was that? Where's
it coming from?

ALARM STOPS

There's someone in Stefan's
house. Are you sure? What?!

I can see torchlight
in the windows.

What the hell?

Call the police.

Tell them there's been a
break-in. And meet me there.

Judith?

Who's there?

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

No!

SIREN BLARES

Police! Hello? Judith?

Mrs Potts? Mrs Potts? Judith?

Mrs Potts? Are you in
here? Where are the lights?

She's in here.

Mrs Potts? Are you OK?

Jesus Christ! I'll be
fine. And it's Judith.

You could've been k*lled.

Oh, my God! What on
earth were you thinking?

Did you see who it was?
No, it was too dark.

Then did you see what they were
doing? No, they were up there.

That's all I know. Come here.

Ow! Oh... Oh, my God.
Come on, let's get you up.

Easy... Easy.

Take your time. Steady now.

Let's sit you down
over here, come on.

OK. Ow!

This room is very orderly.

Every painting under its own
light, positioned to the inch,

and not a spot of dust. So?

So how come there's
dust on that wall?

Wow! I notice dust.

Don't ever come to my house.
What are you suggesting?

There was a bigger painting
here until recently.

So where has this
picture come from?

There has to be

somewhere...

There it is. Look.

Yes, the dust on the
wall fits it perfectly.

So what was here?

A painting by Stanley Spencer.

How do you know that?
Because Daisy Howard told us

that Stefan inherited a prize
Stanley Spencer from Elliot's father.

I see no Stanley Spencer
painting in this room.

It was Elliot, wasn't
it? We don't know that.

I think we need to check his
alibi, as a matter of some urgency.

No! When are the three
of you going to get it?

You're in danger, the
k*ller's already struck twice.

If you get in the way, do you
think this person's going to stop

at k*lling any of you?

I'm staying at yours
tonight. Yeah, me too.

I'll be all right, thank you.

You asked about my ring. My
husband was not a good man.

But I survived him.
And I'll survive this.

Judith?

Hmm.

If anyone asks where I
was last Tuesday night,

say I was here with you.

What?

Last Tuesday.

I was home most of
the night anyway.

Why would they ask?

Please?

Please?

Last Tuesday?

Love you.

SUZIE: Also, the police asked
me about some sort of medallion?

Morning, Mrs Potts.
Hello, Mrs Potts.

Morning, Old Tom, Young Tom.

There she goes.
Regular as clockwork.

Haven't seen him, mate,
so... I'll come back to you.

All right, take care.

Good morning. I'd like to see
Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

The name's Potts. Judith Potts.

Let me see if she's
free. Thank you.

DS Malik, there's a Judith
Potts in reception to see you.

She says... Sorry, you
want me to say what?

OK.

You're to go home.

I beg your pardon?
You're to go home.

Nope, she's still here.

Well, if she's going to be
like that, tell her I'll go.

Yep, she's going. OK, thanks.

Good morning, Mrs Potts.

Good morning, Jason. Thank you.

Mr Dunwoody had a list of
paintings, for insurance,

and you're right. Only one was
missing - a Stanley Spencer.

Who spoke to Mr
Howard last night?

That was me. He was at
home the whole evening.

Was anyone with him?

His wife was at the cinema
when the break-in happened

and he was on his own.

So, no-one can
confirm his alibi?

What about Chris Bott?

After we released him, he got
straight on a train for Amsterdam,

visiting friends.

What about forensics?

What did we get from the scene?

Brendan? Oh, not much.

Although we were able to
lift a fresh set of prints

from the door
handle to the house

and we found new prints
smudged on the window.

And do they belong to...? They're
not a match for Elliot Howard,

or Daisy Howard, or anyone else
involved in either investigation.

Then what about the
"hope" medallion?

Mr Kassam had no
links to the Navy

and never took a trip
on the SS Hope either.

Then why did the k*ller leave
this at the second crime scene,

but nothing at the first?

I know!

Oh, how did she get in
here? Come on, guys!

We are literally the police and
we've just been broken into.

Well, not a bit of it. That
nice young man let me in.

When Jason gets back
here, I want a word.

And I know why that medallion
has "hope" written on it.

CHUCKLES: That's
not possible, love.

I think you'll find it is.

And I've had a thought -
what metal is it made from?

In the 1920s, a man
called Leonard Woolley

uncovered a series of
royal tombs in Iraq,

even though there was no known
city nearby to support them.

And you can't have
royalty without a city

the one implies another.

That's how he discovered
the ancient city of Ur.

I don't understand.
Yeah, what she said.

Everything about these
two murders is identical

the same g*n, the same b*ll*ts,

the same shot to the forehead
- except in one detail.

A medallion at one scene implies
a medallion at the other.

Oh! Hello!

What have we here?

It says "faith" on
it, doesn't it? Yeah.

"And here abideth faith,
hope and charity, all three."

"But the greatest of
these is charity."



Faith, hope and charity.

Indeed.

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

We're dealing with
a serial k*ller.