All language subtitles for Grace.2021.S02E02.1080p.STV.WEBRip.AAC2.0.H264-BTN.[eng]

'You're listening to
Coast Radio South. It's Friday.

'It's just coming up
to five o'clock,

'and the weekend starts,
quite literally, here.

'It's nearly home time.
We've got news on the hour.

'But before that, we've got a little
traffic and weather check...'

BUTTON CLICKS

LIFT CLANKS

GRINDING

PANICKED BREATHING

LOUD CLANKING

WHIRRING

It's going to take the whole weekend
to get her free of the silt.

Her?

The male skeleton
is generally more robust,

and the proportions are different.
The hyoid is broken.

The small, U-shaped bone
that keeps the tongue in place.

Strangulation?
Textbook.

Presence of the wisdom teeth
tells us she is over 17.

I'd put her between 25 to 40.

Any idea how long she's been here?

There's evidence
of some dental work.

White fillings,

which tend to have been more
common over the past three decades.

But there's a cap on one maxillary
incisor which looks more recent.

Last ten years, maybe?

Looks like someone's career's
going down the sewer, eh?

It's a storm drain for the
old Brighton to Kemp Town railway.

It was built to stop
water flooding the line.

And nobody knew it was here?
Well, that's planning for you.

People forget.

Now, the line links
the city's sewerage system,

which discharges
a mile or so out to sea.

So if the pathologist
is saying foul play,

then, presumably, the killer
put the body down the drain

expecting the same thing to happen.

Yeah, but they hadn't considered it
not flooding the drain.

Oh, Christ.

Good luck, boss. Here comes Pepe.

Evening, Roy.

Cassian.
I wasn't expecting you till Monday.

Allie Vosper suggested I drop by.

Well, it's very kind of her,
but, erm...

it'll be slow work until Monday.

You got all the CSIs
and search officers you need?

I have. Thank you.
No Glenn Branson?

Usually Me And My Shadow
with you two, isn't it?

Or is he still on light duties
after getting shot?

Wedding anniversary.

I'm sorry you've had
a wasted journey.

If you'd given me a call,
I could've saved you the bother.

Never a bother, Roy.

Pleasure. Always.

Sergeant.

You know what Hughie Green
would've said?

"If you can't spell Cassian Pewe,

"just write down 'pompous shitehawk'
and we'll know who you mean."

Unbelievable.

PANICKED BREATHING

SHE EXHALES

FRANTIC PRESSING

BANGING

Help!

Hello?

BANGING
I'm stuck! I'm in the lift!

Help!

Somebody help!

Am I the love of your life?

Mm-hm.

Am I, Grace?

You are.

You're not lying to me, are you?

You're so needy.
SHE LAUGHS

You're so boring!

We're on a romantic weekend away,

and you've got your nose
stuck in whatever it is.

Annual crime report. It's important.

Oh, and I'm what?

Work, work, work.
Read, read, read.

Just so boring, boring, boring!

What's up?
Pay attention to me.

Come on, Dobbin. Giddy-up!

Once around the Great Hall.
Mm.

"My Sex Pest Hell,
by Top Brighton Cop."

SHE LAUGHS SOFTLY

HE CRIES OUT

HE EXHALES

Oh...
Hey... Hey...

It's OK.

You're OK.

Yeah, sorry. Er...

Do you want to talk about it?

It's not...
It's not good to keep it inside.

If not to me, then someone.

Glenn, whoever.

Is it work?

Yeah.

I-I'm OK.

Sorry I woke you.
Mm.

DNA samples from the hair
and a bone sample from the thigh

have been sent for analysis.

I'm no orthodontist,
but four fillings.

Three white composite,
one gold inlay.

An all-porcelain bridge
from upper right six to four.

But this is interesting...

I might be wrong, but I think
lab analysis will tell us

that this is carpet fibre.

Too hard to be from a pullover
or a skirt or a cushion cover.

Where did you find it?

Artificial nail. From a nail bar.

A plastic compound, glued on.

Somehow, the nails
didn't get to be washed away

while the skin beneath rotted.

The fibre
was beneath the middle finger.

It could be that her assailant
dragged her along a carpet

and she dug her nails in.

SCREAMING

Bit of luck
that it didn't get washed away.

So, what did I miss?
Anything from the site to go by?

Search is continuing,
but nothing as yet.

I wouldn't get your hopes up.

Whatever went in there with her,
if there was anything at all,

has long since washed away.

Hey, your old mate Cassian Pewe

gets his boots under the desk today,
doesn't he?

GRACE EXHALES
That's what's up, isn't it?

You're not right.

Sandy had a tooth capped.

Roy...

Same height. Same build.

It's not her.
Same hair colour.

Come on...
Same age.

Roy, no. Stop, OK?

You can't keep imagining that
every Jane Doe is gonna be Sandy.

You can't do it.

You really think that's not how
it is every time I get called out?

Every time the phone rings
in the middle of the night?

It's the last thing I think of
when I go to sleep,

and the first thing
I think of in the morning.

Is today the day?
Roy...

Is today the day that I find Sandy?
Roy.

Look, I'll, er...

Erm...

Darren's had to...
cry off his shift.

Right.

So I'm going to be on call tonight.

Sure.

We should probably talk.

Yeah. Course.

I'm gonna book off for an hour.

I'll see you back on the shop floor.

Hey.

You all right?
Yeah.

Yeah, there's just something
I need to take care of.

LOUD CLANKING

CLUNK,
ALARM RINGS

MAN: Can you hear me down there?

MEN GRUNTING

There. You all right, love?
You all right in there?

Don't worry, you're safe, pet.

You've had a weekend of it,
haven't you?

Come on.

That's it.

Roy.

I've just been welcoming Cassian
to the team.

Since you'll have your hands full
with this body in the storm drain,

I'd like Cass to start his time here

by looking through
your cold case files.

I have...

quite a particular system in place,
Ma'am.

Which you can explain to Detective
Superintendent Pewe, I'm sure.

Thank you, Cassian. That'll be all.

Ma'am.

Roy.

The Met is the biggest and most
innovative police force in the UK.

I think we can learn something
from Cassian. Such as?

Off the top of my head...

how to run an operation
that doesn't leave Branson shot

and Boutwood with
possible career-ending injuries.

You don't think your methods
leave room for improvement?

I don't want a personality clash.

If you two can't get along...

Ma'am.

Last in, first out, isn't it?
Traditionally.

You know me, Roy.

I was never one for tradition.

PHONE RINGING OUT

'Hello?'
Hi, Mum. It's me.

'Abby?

'Oh, this is a good line.
I can hear you ever so clear.

'Where are you? You still in Spain?'

No, Mum. South of France.

You're all right?
'Oh, yes.'

Seen anyone?

'Me? No!

'No-one's been near nor by.
Which is how I like it.

'You're all right, are you?'

Yeah, I'm all right.
'How's that fella of yours, Harry?'

Horry, Mum. He's fine.

Nobody's called you?

'Called me? Who's gonna call me?

'I don't know anybody.

'The only calls I get are about
a car accident I've never had.'

I tell them I can't drive any more.
Doesn't seem to stop 'em.

Nothing outside of that?
Nobody asking about me, or anything?

'About you?'

No.

Where are you?
You still in Spain, are you?

No, Mum.

South of France.

'And how's that fella of yours,
Harry?'

Horry.

He's good, Mum. He's good.

Listen, that Clerwell House
I told you about...

They've got a beautiful room with
a view of the river coming free.

I've reserved it.

'Where are you
gonna get the money for that?'

Don't worry about that.
I'm taking care of it.

Once it's all settled,
I'll come over and help you move in.

'All right.
Well, I won't run your phone up.'

My programme's coming on.
Him with the antiques.

OK, Mum. All right,
well, I'll call you soon, OK?

You take care.
'Love you.'

Love you, too.

ROY: What you got, Nick?

This is a list of all missing
persons in the county of Sussex

who fall into the estimated
time period of the victim's death.

Everything all right?

Yeah. It's just...

the list includes your wife.

And so it should.

OK, where are we with the sewer
and the storm drain?

There's a few entry points.

The council sewer team
are drawing us up a schematic.

The outlet goes far enough
out to sea to ensure all sewage

gets transported offshore by
the current, rather than towards it.

Presumably, that's what
the killer was banking on.

Could be an engineer, then?
Someone who knows the system.

The storm drain for the
Brighton to Kemp Town railway's

not part of the sewerage system,
as such.

Most people wouldn't
even know it's there.

That line's been out of service
for donkey's.

Trainspotters, maybe?
Urban explorers?

We'll get a lot further
once we've put a name to her.

PHONE ALERT

DOOR BUZZER

MAN: Miss Jennings?
Katherine Jennings?

It's Kevin Spinella,
Brighton Argus. Er...

I wanted to talk to you
about your terrible ordeal.

Stuck in a lift for the weekend?

No, sorry. I really
don't wanna talk about it.

Miss Jennings?

Miss Jennings?

'With regard to the body found
in the storm drain on Friday last,

'although we can't be certain
as to the cause of death...'

whoever murdered her
would probably have had

a good local knowledge
of Brighton and Hove.

We're obviously very keen
to identify the victim.

'At the time of her decease,

'she would have been
mid-to-late 30s.

'Height approximately
five foot three inches.

'And her hair colouring was brown.

'Anyone recognising
this description...'

as someone they might have known,
locally,

who went missing
in the last ten years,

can reach me or a member of my team
here at East Sussex House.

Thank you.

PHONE RINGING OUT

'Express Send Couriers.

'Jonathan speaking.
How can I help you?'

I have a package I need delivered.

'Certainly. Let's just start
with a few details.

'What time would you like
your package picked up?'

'Around seven tonight, please.'

I sent her dental profile
to a number of Brighton practices.

Got lucky.

Her name is - or rather, was -
Joanna Welbeck.

Single or married?
Married.

She was an actress.

Don't know the full story yet,
but they split up,

and she went to Los Angeles
to, you know, make her name.

Or so the husband told everyone.

Sounds like we should have a chat
with Mr Welbeck.

That'd be a bit one-sided.

He died in a plane crash
seven years ago.

Light aircraft
went down in the Channel

on a private charter flight
from Jersey.

Although, given the crowd
he was running with,

there's talk
it might not have been accidental.

Mrs Balkwill?

Detective Superintendent Pewe,
East Sussex CID.

I wonder if I might have a quick
word with you and your husband?

It's about Sandy.

I've been brought in from the Met
to review cold cases in East Sussex.

And...

I don't think
your daughter's disappearance

has been adequately investigated.

In what way?

Well, normally,
when a wife goes missing,

the husband
is instantly the prime suspect.

But it doesn't seem
that your son-in-law

was ever formally regarded as such.

Are you saying
that's what you think now?

Not at all.

But I think radical steps
need to be taken

to eliminate him from suspicion,
and...

I mean to take them.

For everyone's sake.

Would you say Sandy's
was a happy marriage?

Well, she had to put up with
being on her own a lot.

And being disappointed
at the last minute

when he got called out for work.

I mean,
you must have a bit of that too.

Oh, I'm not married, Mrs Balkwill.

We...

don't think that Roy is a suspect.

Y-You mustn't go
jumping to the wrong conclusions.

This is merely about closure.

Enabling you and your husband

to move on with your lives.

And, of course, hopefully...

clearing Roy's name,
once and for all.

Thank you.

Now, there was very little
wreckage recovered,

but what there was indicated

that the aircraft was subject
to a sudden catastrophic event.

What do you mean, like...
What, like a bomb?

Yeah. Or a lightning strike.

See, it was a very stormy night.
But there was no mayday sent.

It was just there one minute
and gone the next.

Speculation was that it most likely
exploded and broke up in mid-air.

What about bodies?

Never recovered.
Ronnie Welbeck, nor the pilot.

Now, they found
some personal property,

and a shoe of Ronnie's

that indicated he was on the plane
when it went down.

Now, his wife, Lorraine,
identified it all as his.

Lorraine? So he... remarried?

Yeah, looks that way.

All right.
Well, let's try and track her down.

In the meantime, what information
do we have on Joanna Welbeck?

Any family we can talk to?
No. Parents are deceased.

Same as Ronnie Welbeck.
Yeah, well, Ronnie had previous.

First time on the radar was '97.

He worked for a dodgy
second-hand car dealership,

clocking cars and knocking out
cut-and-shuts with Sean Klinger.

Sean "The Snowman" Klinger, eh?

Brighton and Hove's
very own Escobar.

Yeah, well, him and Ronnie
started out working together.

Then they got into
a bunch of trouble

over a bunch of clocked cars,

and the business
disappeared overnight.

The entire garage burned down,
with all the records.

12 months, suspended.

DOOR BUZZER

Come on up. Seventh floor.

KNOCK AT DOOR

SHE GRUNTS

SHE GASPS FOR BREATH

Nice to see you, Abb.

Not mad about the new look.

'Just a few questions about the late
Ronnie Welbeck, Mr Klinger.'

You were close, I understand.

Well, I knew him.
What about Joanna, his first wife?

Yeah, I knew both of 'em.
Jo and Lorraine.

What was Jo like?

Ex-lap dancer. Nice arse. But...

volatile. That's the word, isn't it?

I find you often get that,
with the highly-sexed sorts.

Dynamite under the duvet,

but an absolute liability
in any kind of decent company.

In what way?

She'd let her mouth
run away with her in drink.

Ronnie'd tell her to tone it down,
next thing it's a screaming match.

Nobody wants that.

Did he ever hit her?

Never saw him give her a proper dig.

Would he have been capable
of killing her, do you think?

We're probably all "capable",
aren't we?

But it's sort of academic now,
isn't it?

And how's that?

Well, when Jo realised that Ronnie
didn't have the Midas touch,

she left him.
Went off to the States.

Human remains found in a storm drain
in the centre of Brighton on Friday

have been identified
as Joanna Welbeck.

She'd been there a long time.

I'm shocked.

And you think Ronnie did it?
It's an avenue of enquiry.

What about his second wife?

Lorraine?
Hmm.

Now, she could have
the top off the milk any morning.

Fantastic tits.
Sold timeshares abroad.

But Ron and I had kind of dropped
out of each other's orbit by then.

What do you mean?

Well, people come and they go,
don't they?

Were you in touch with Ronnie
when his plane went down?

No. I sent a wreath
with my sincere condolences,

but when Ronnie died, I hadn't
seen him for a couple of years.

What about the rumour that
it might not have been accidental?

That there might have been
a bomb on board?

Well, in general,
I try not to increase

the sum total of nonsense in the
world by repeating baseless rumour.

What was he doing in Jersey?
I've really no idea.

Where can we find Lorraine?

Well, you won't.

Unless you've got a boat
and a deep sea diving suit.

She topped herself.

Stepped off the Newhaven to Dieppe
ferry one night.

About a year after Ron died.

Summer 2016? Round then.

Besides yourself,
who were Ronnie's closest mates?

He was pretty tight
with a guy called Chad Skebbs.

But he emigrated to Spain.

Anyway, as I said,
I only had ten minutes, so...

Sorry.

Now, why would you want to courier
old newspapers in a Jiffy bag?

Unless it was to make somebody
keeping an eye on you

think you'd sent
something else altogether.

Enjoy your weekend?

I thought with you safely boxed up,
I'd be able to get into the flat

and give it a proper going over.

But you've got it locked down

tighter than a camel's arse
in a sandstorm.

Still...

gave you a little fright, eh?

Where are they, Abb. Hmm?

Nope.

No.

No.

I'm gonna ask you some questions
and you're gonna answer. Yes?

Yes?

So, are they here?

OK, are they in Brighton?

In a safe-deposit box maybe?

Look what I found.

I wonder if I might have a word
about Roy Grace?

Hmm.

Off the record.

You know, in the last seven years,
the only officer to review

the investigation into
his missing wife is Roy himself.

Now, this is no criticism
of East Sussex and, of course,

it pre-dates your appointment but...

that would never
have happened in the Met.

What are you saying?

Well, erm, her parents feel that
nobody at East Sussex Police

carried out
an impartial investigation.

And what do you think?

Well, I just want to make sure
we've done everything possible

to put their minds at rest.

Hmm.

So one wife sets off to America,

ends up in a storm drain
in Brighton.

The second jumps off
a cross-Channel ferry.

Oh, well, I guess some people
are just unlucky in love, eh?

According to US authorities,
there's no record of Joanna Welbeck

ever having entered the
United States on any documentation.

No surprises there, then.

So Ronnie kills her,
dumps her in the storm drain,

and then tells everyone she left him
and ran off to Hollywood.

Lorraine Welbeck, second wife,

is still officially recorded
as a MISPER.

We've a sister for a next of kin.
Maureen. Lives in Newdigate.

So Ronnie's death must have come

as a great shock to your sister,
Miss Finton.

Lorraine was in a terrible state.
Depressed. Suicidal.

Well, obviously.

He left her in a right mess,
financially, with his debts.

When did she meet Ronnie?
About eight years ago.

He was looking for a place
in the South of France

as an investment,
and that's where they met.

She sold timeshare, is that right?

Well, it was more
just overseas property.

Undeveloped plots of land people
could build on. That sort of thing.

Spain. France.

Jersey?
A little bit, I think.

And did they have anywhere abroad,
if Ronnie was looking?

Not that I ever knew.
What was Ronnie doing in Jersey?

That last trip, do you know?

He had some business there,
Lorraine said.

His stamps, maybe.
Stamps?

What was that, a hobby?

More of a business, really.

One night in the pub he showed me
this stamp out of his wallet

he paid 50 grand for.
All wrapped in tissue.

I said, "Don't put that on a letter,
will you?"

Was he insured, do you know?
Oh, I expect so.

Not that Lorraine saw any of it.
His creditors were all over her.

When they cleaned her out, she just
sort of retreated into a shell.

Ended up in a wee rented flat
down Montpelier Road.

To be honest, I think that's what
put her over the edge.

That come-down.

And... losing Ronnie, of course.

So eight years.

Ronnie would still have been
married, when he met your sister.

Lorraine said
he wasn't getting on with her.

His first wife. Joanna, was it?

He thought there might've been
another man.

And then she just walked out on him.

We should talk to
the overseas property firm

that Lorraine worked for.

See if Ronnie Welbeck ever did find
his investment.

What, you reckon
he's got somewhere abroad?

It's possible, isn't it?

If he was trying to keep
his finances hidden.

You know much about stamps?
First or second class?

Look, I'll have a ring round.

See if we can find any dealers
that remember him.

We should check out
the life insurance as well.

See how much debt he left her with.

SHE GRUNTS

DOOR OPENS

SHE WHIMPERS

I suppose you think
you're very smart.

Lock it all away
in a safe-deposit box

that requires iris recognition
to open it.

How about I cut your eye out
and take that with me,

see if it recognises that?

If not,
I'll come back for the other one.

Of course, if that doesn't work,
then we're both stuffed.

You'll be blind,
and I'll be no better off.

But you know that, don't you? So...

What would get you to play ball?

ABBY ON RECORDING: 'That
Clerwell House I told you about.

'It's got a beautiful room with
a view of the river coming free.

'I've reserved it.'

ABBY'S MUM: 'Where are you
gonna get the money for that?'

'Don't worry about that,
I'm taking care of it.'

"Don't worry about the money, Mum."

That's what I like about you, Abb.

You're all heart.

Talk to me.

DOORBELL RINGS

I'm sorry. It was a bad weekend.

There were similarities
between the skeleton and...

Sandy.

The dental work. And the age.
And the hair colouring.

And then Nadiuska found
the blue carpet fibres...

The bedroom rug is...
Yeah, I know. I've seen it.

Come in? I don't really want
a back and forth on the doorstep

like we're in a Richard Curtis.

I can't imagine what it's like to
lose someone the way you lost Sandy.

But then... you can't imagine
what it's like being with someone

who has lost someone
the way you lost Sandy.

If that's still a thing for you,
then...

It isn't.

She's gone.

And she's not coming back.

But if she did?

She's not going to.

There were only ever
two possibilities.

She can't come back,

or she won't come back.

And if it's the former,
then me or somebody like me

will get to the bottom of it.

But I accepted a long time ago

that I might never find out
what happened.

And if she won't come back?

Then I'll know that
it's me she left

and that no harm's come to her.

And I hope more than anything...
that that's the case.

And that thing that
you said to Glenn,

about always thinking
the next call-out

will be the one that finds her...

There's not really anything
I can do about that.

Why didn't you say something?

Because I didn't want...

..something that happened
in my life...

..to change...

..how we are with each other.

To let it define
whatever comes next.

Then you have to be honest.

Nothing that means anything
can ever grow out of secrets.

Try anything clever
and your mum's dead. Got it?

Maybe a little smile.

INTERCOM BEEPS

'Southern Deposit Security.'
Katherine Jennings.

I want to access
my safe-deposit box.

'Of course. Come in.'

Far end, on the right.

Come on, what you doing?
I feel sick.

I haven't eaten anything
in 24 hours.

I just need to catch my breath.

Wait...

Eastbourne, please.

PHONE VIBRATES

'I can hear you breathing.'

Better make the most of it.

We are now able to put a name
to the human remains

discovered in the New Laines Quarter
of the city on Friday evening.

They are those of Joanna Welbeck.

At the time of her disappearance,

Joanna was married
to a Ronnie Welbeck,

who died some seven years ago
in a plane crash.

Is he your prime suspect in this?

My team are pursuing a number

of promising lines of enquiry,

although, I would urge anyone who
knew Joanna to please come forward.

Thank you.

Detective Superintendent,
can I have a quick word?

Of course, Mr Spinella.
Er, it's nothing to do with this.

Just something that I thought
I ought to mention.

I got a call from a contact
with the fire brigade, Monday.

They had a shout to Embassy Court
in town for a young woman

stuck in a lift.
Slow news week?

Er, she'd been there
since Friday night.

Thing is,
I felt something wasn't right.

Her building supervisor
reckoned that vandals must have

broken in to the lift motor room and
tampered with the brake mechanism

and the electrics. He found
a couple of syringes in there.

She was unlucky.
Sure.

But what he wasn't able to explain
was why the alarm system,

which should have rung through
to his flat, failed to do so.

Or why her front door was fitted
with more locks than Fort Knox.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
she was frightened of something.

Or someone.

Katherine Jennings, Flat 120,
Embassy Court, Kings Road, Brighton.

I know we're up to our ears,

but maybe swing by,
see if everything's OK.

Just to be on the safe side.

I know Spinella's
a pain in the arse,

but even a stopped clock
and all that.

Could be a domestic issue?
Abusive boyfriend.

Yeah, well, if she's in trouble,
I don't wanna miss it.

Hi. I've got a step-brother
for Joanna Welbeck.

Goes under the stage name
of Mitzi Dufors.

Member of Brighton and Hove's
thriving and vibrant

LGBTQ+ community.

OK.

We've got cocktails for two
this afty.

I spoke to the property company
Lorraine Welbeck worked for.

There was a plot of land that Ronnie
was interested in at the time,

not too far from Biarritz.

Did he go through with it?

Er no, no, he didn't, but it was
acquired shortly thereafter

on behalf of an unknown client
from a firm called

Cape Trafalgar Holdings.

The name stuck
with the French office, apparently.

I can see why it might. And?

Well, I've asked the locals
to take a look,

but from the paperwork
I managed to track down,

Cape Trafalgar Holdings
was a sole trader outfit.

Its, er, owner was
a David Irvin Nelson.

Registered office
is a PO Box in St Helier.

Any connection with that
and what, er,

Ronnie Welbeck was up to in Jersey?

A friend in the NCA says
Ronnie Welbeck was running gear

in and out of the island
on behalf of Sean Klinger.

There's talk Welbeck
was skimming more off the top

than Klinger might have been
prepared to put up with.

So what are we saying,
Klinger brought the plane down?

Well, it's certainly the suspicion.

# You don't have to stay forever

# I will understand

# Believe me

# Believe me

# Believe me. #

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Very nice, your Dusty.
Thanks.

Do you do any others?

When the wind's in the right
direction, I do a mean Ann-Margret,

not that there's much call for her
these days.

No, I meant any more
Dusty Springfield tracks?

Oh. You're a fan.
Who isn't?

Ah, well, Preacher Man, of course.
Aye.

Dusty In Memphis
is an absolute classic.

You didn't come here
to talk about Dusty.

No. No.

You mentioned something about
a photo of Joanna.

I'll want it back.

Yeah, course.

When was this taken?
Around the last time I saw her.

London Olympics, maybe?

More recent than anything we've got,
so...

Um, you're her step-brother,
then, is it?

Half-brother.

Our father left my mum
to take up with Joanna's mother.

And the old man died when
she was ten, so I kept an eye.

Got the odd phone call,
maybe at Christmas,

but she had her life and I had mine.

Next thing I heard is she was
getting married to Ronnie.

Did you ever meet him?
Once or twice.

It was money this, money that.

I just thought he was dodgy.
Well, they all were.

Who's all?
His mates.

Villains. But she was happy enough.

To begin with, at least.

And then what, it all went off?

I think she was after an out
for a while.

And there was this fella
sniffing around.

What fella?
Pal of Ronnie's.

I can't remember his name.
Chas, was it? Chet, maybe?

Right, was she having an affair?

I did wonder if it was him
she'd gone off with.

You see, when her mother died,

she left her this little place
in Brentwood.

When was that?
About six months before she went.

I heard on the grapevine via Ronnie
that she'd gone to LA.

So I thought she must've
used the money from the house

to fund going to America.

And you didn't hear
anything from her after that?

I didn't really expect to. Not
if she'd gone off with a new fella.

Yeah, yeah, that's right.
So it's mixed roses. Red and white.

And that's delivered to Ari Branson
in the Radiology Department.

Yeah. No, this afternoon's great.
Cheers.

Thanks a bunch. Thank you.
Bye-bye. Bye.

HE SIGHS

Bit early to be making amends,
isn't it?

Haven't you just come back
from a romantic weekend away?

Don't tell me you've
blotted your copybook already.

You know I said it went fine?

It didn't go fine, did it?
Nope.

No, it did not go fine.

I mean, you tell me, what is
so wrong with a tandem skydive?

OK, how about,
A, you're scared of heights,

and B, you hate flying.

Apart from that,
no, yeah, it's perfect.

That's the thing. I'm not.

I'm not scared of heights.
Not any more.

Since when?
I don't know. But it's just...

It's just gone.

I don't know how to describe it.
I mean...

What's that thing that people say?

"Feel the fear and do it anyway."

I mean, once, even just being
up high, my legs would just go,

right, just turn to jelly.

Now? Well, now it's like...

It's like I'm, I'm over it.

And that's, that's gotta be
a good thing, though, right?

Maybe.

Although, sometimes fear is
the only thing that keeps us alive.

In this job anyway.
Fools rush in and all that.

Maybe try and lay off the needless
heroics for the time being.

Speaking of fools...

..has Cassian Pewe
redecorated your office yet?

All right, go on. What is it?
What is it with you two?

One time, the Met sent down
reinforcements to help us out

with the Labour Party conference
in town.

Pewe was a DI.

He ended up nicking
a couple of informants

that I'd been cultivating
for several years.

He refused to drop charges.

So I took it to Vosper,

and she sided with the
blue-eyed boy down from the Smoke.

Never rub another man's rhubarb.

PHONE VIBRATES

Bella?

The lift mechanism's
been tampered with.

Sabotaged,
according to the engineer.

Someone interfered
with the brake mechanism

when the lift was in operation.

And the alarm and phone cables
were cut.

And what did Miss Jennings say?
'Nothing yet.'

She's a new tenant, apparently.
Short let.

Lives on her own
and only goes out after dark.

Where is she now?

Last seen earlier today
leaving the building with a man.

Caretaker says she's single.

Nick about?
No.

I did see him talking to old
Cassian Pewe at his desk

just before lunch.

What did he want?
Your guess is as good as mine.

Did you want him
for anything in particular?

Yeah, I asked him to run a PNC
on that known associate of Welbeck's

that Klinger mentioned. Chad Skebbs.

He asked me to do it.
Full name - Richard Skebbs.

Turns out he's
wanted in connection

with an allegation
of indecent assault, from 2014.

Didn't Klinger say
that Skebbs went abroad?

Spain, wasn't it?
'DS Moy.'

I think you'll find
the correct term is "fled".

Roy.

Spinella. Line three.

Says it's important.

Mr Spinella.
We're looking into Miss Jennings.

Thank you for the tip-off,

we've got nothing official to say
at this time.

Er, actually, it was you
I was calling about.

I wondered if you had any comment
about what's going on at your house?

My house?

Well, if you don't know
anything about it,

maybe you should get over here.

I'll be outside.

You all right?

I'll be with you in a minute.

What the fu...

Nick...

What the hell is this?
GPR.

Ground penetrating radar.
I... I assumed you had OKed this.

OKed what?

Nick?
I've got a search warrant.

Is this a joke?

Who requested the warrant?

How dare you?!

What, this?

CSI crawling all over my home.

Taking soundings
in my back garden

for the body you think
I have buried there.

Call it off. Now.

I'm sorry. But having spoken
to Margot and Derek...

You spoke to Sandy's parents?

Allie Vosper asked me
to take over your backlog.

And Sandy's was the first case
you turned up, was it?

She remains a cold case, Roy.
You're telling me that?

There isn't a stone
I have left unturned.

SCOFFS

Psychics? Cranks and mind readers?
End-of-the-pier fortune-tellers?

If you'd lost somebody you'd loved,

you would know that there is nothing
you wouldn't do to get them back!

No matter how unlikely.
How do you know what I'd do?

But I'll tell you this, I wouldn't
turn it into a three-ring circus.

I was cleared of any involvement in
Sandy's disappearance. Exonerated.

Not to the standard that
we would've applied in the Met.

The Met? Really?

Well, as we all know,
they're infallible, aren't they?

Ronnie Welbeck's life insurers
finally got back to me.

The pay-out
was three million pounds.

Three months
before she stepped off that ferry,

Lorraine withdrew the entire amount
in cash.

She died in poverty, with
nearly three million in the bank?

Except the money wasn't in the bank.

Ronnie and Lorraine Welbeck's
joint account

shows an ever-increasing overdraft,

with just occasional
small amounts coming in.

Yeah, we knew they had money issues.

Yeah,
right up until the day he died.

But an account was opened
in Lorraine Welbeck's sole name

nine months after Ronnie was killed.

For the life insurance, presumably?

Yeah, but I don't understand
how it was paid out that fast.

Well, the insurance company assigned
to the case weren't entirely happy,

but the Drugs Squad investigation
suggested there was another dealer,

possibly French,

who wanted to give Klinger
a message to keep off his turf.

They blew the plane up?

Using Ronnie as collateral.

Well...

that to one side for the minute,
is there some sort of pattern here?

Look, Ronnie Welbeck's
first wife inherits money,

disappears to the States
and ends up in a storm drain.

Then his second wife inherits money

and ends up
at the bottom of the Channel.

So what're you saying, she didn't
commit suicide? Somebody killed her?

I'm just what-iffing.

PHONE BUZZES
Couldn't've been Ronnie, then,

because he died in that
plane crash or bombing

or whatever it was
a year before Lorraine died.

Yeah, but what about his mate,
Skebbs?

Mitzi Dufors said one of Ronnie's
mates was sniffing around Joanna.

Couldn't remember the name, but
it was something like Chas or Chet.

Hmm. Not too much
of a stretch to Chad, is it?

Well, I've been doing some digging
around Richard "Chad" Skebbs.

And it seems that it wasn't
in the public interest

to follow him to Europe.

He thought they'd fled to Albania,

but he's last been seen in Spain
and southern France.

Keep digging.

I've got a lead
on a guy called Hector Hegarty.

He's a stamp dealer, remembers
doing business with Ronnie Welbeck.

TV ON

'My God, it's a nightmare as well.'

DOOR OPENS

Don't get up. Don't get up.
What're you doing here?

I thought you were still away.
I wanted to surprise you.

Oh, Mum. I've missed you so much.

So much.
Ohh!

MUM LAUGHS HAPPILY

PHONE RINGS

Detective Superintendent Pewe.

'This is DS Franks from Interpol.'

How can we help you?

'I believe you asked
our colleagues in France to look at

'a development sight for you.
Is that correct?'

Oh, yes, I did a fair bit of
business with Ronnie over the years.

He wasn't the easiest person
to deal with. In what way?

Well, you know. To put it crudely,

the provenance on some of his stuff
was doubtful, shall we say?

What about his second wife?

Did Lorraine Welbeck ever contact
you after her husband's death?

I don't suppose it matters now.
But she had me swear to secrecy.

Well, a murder inquiry trumps

any word you might have given,
Mr Hegarty.

She came to see me, spring 2016,

wanted to invest
some money in stamps.

Can you remember the sum involved?
Not offhand.

But any big order draws attention
in the stamp world.

She wanted it done quietly
and discreetly.

So I fronted the purchases for her.
Spread the money around.

Said I was buying
for an anonymous collector.

Can you provide us with a list

of all the stamps
that you sold to Mrs Welbeck?

And the value.

Give me a little time
to consult my records.

Could you also give us
a list of anyone

who might have been able
to afford them,

if she'd wanted to sell them on?

I can give you the dealers,
and a few individual collectors

like myself.
Course, back then, round here,

there was a chap Ronnie knew well
himself, but he went abroad.

Who was that?

Richard Skebbs. Called himself Chad.

Always dealt in big numbers.

Still does,
but all done over the internet now.

And did you ever buy from him?
Oh, once bitten...

I bought some Spanish Civil War era
stamps from him. Did me right up.

They weren't in anything
like the condition he had promised.

When I complained,
he told me to sue him.

Frankly,
I'm amazed he's still in business.

What's going on, Ab? What is it?

I may be getting forgetful,
but I'm not stupid.

You're frightened.

It's just someone who wants me
to go out with 'em.

He's trying to get to me
through you. That's all.

What's your fella doing about it?
Nothing, Mum. He's not here.

Why isn't he?
It's complicated.

The taxman's after him.

And if he comes into the country,
he could get picked up.

Doesn't sound like
much of a boyfriend.

A man ought to take care
of the woman he loves.

Hi, I need some new locks
at my mum's flat.

'Right.'
And a safety chain and a spyhole.

Lorraine Welbeck's name
is on a Post-it on my desk.

"DS Franks"?

Ah, yes. This location you've asked
the French to take a look at.

What's this? It's to do with the
body in the storm drain, Ma'am.

Remains of
an unidentified, pregnant woman

were found in the boot of a car
pulled from a lake on the property.

It's been there for some years.

They've obtained DNA
from her and the foetus,

but they haven't been able to make
any matches on their database.

Where does Lorraine Welbeck fit in?

Lorraine Welbeck is the second
wife of Ronnie Welbeck, Ma'am.

She was working
for the estate agent

that sold the plot of land
in France.

Oh, it's rather more than that, Roy.

The corpse in the boot of the car
had silicone breast implants.

Now, you may not know this,

but they're all printed with
the manufacturer's batch number.

This particular pair was supplied

to a cosmetic surgery hospital
in Woodingdean in 2015.

So I called them.

They matched the implants
with the name...

Lorraine Welbeck.

That's excellent.

Don't you think so, Roy?

What are we saying, Lorraine
Welbeck swam the Bay of Biscay

with three million quid stuffed
between the Devil's dumplings?

Doesn't seem very likely.
Probably not, Norman.

But she was four months pregnant.

The French
have no paternal DNA match,

but we're checking our database, we
should hear back later or tomorrow.

Anything on cause?
Strangulation.

Same as Joanna Welbeck.

Did we get any further on the owners
of this plot of land in France?

Cape Trafalgar Holdings
and this elusive David Nelson?

No. Nothing.

At least we know that Lorraine
Welbeck didn't commit suicide.

Run a check on the
passenger manifest for the ferry

on the night
that she supposedly jumped.

What am I looking for?

Anything out of the ordinary.
Chad Skebbs, maybe?

Mitzi Dufors said he was
sniffing around Joanna Welbeck.

And she came into money
shortly before she disappeared.

So could he have been behind the
bomb on Ronnie Welbeck's plane?

So he kills Ronnie Welbeck

and he's waiting to catch Lorraine
Welbeck and Ronnie's life insurance.

Yeah, possibly.
So, where's the money?

There's not gonna be room
for three mil in the bazooka bag

if it's already stuffed with
bought-and-paid-for silicone norks.

Did he really
just say that out loud?

I don't think it was cash, Norman.

'When Ronnie Welbeck's plane went
down, he died leaving massive debts.

'Every penny he left to Lorraine
had been taken by his creditors,

'and their house repossessed.

'Before she got on that ferry,

'Lorraine Welbeck converted
her husband's life insurance

'into something
much easier to transport...

'..and far easier to conceal.'

Oh, my God!

Are you all right?

A man who hates me

is trying to convince
the people that I work with

that I killed my wife. So...

You said to be honest.

Hmm. Is there anything I can do?

Unless you're a dab hand
with carpet grippers...

Do you want to talk about it?

Do you?

Maybe not tonight.

Maybe tonight is exactly
the right time to talk about it.

I'm not about
to kick a man when he's down.

If I've got to be honest...

SHE SIGHS

All right.

I just keep thinking...

..what if she walked
through the door right now?

Where does that leave you and me?

It's not gonna happen.

See, erm...

..that's not the answer.

The answer is,
"It wouldn't matter, Cleo.

"She walked out on me seven years
ago. And I'm with you now."

Call me when you're through...
with all of this.

DOOR CLOSES

DOORBELL RINGS

Hello?

MAN: Mrs Morton?
Yes.

Silverlight Lockworks.
Your daughter Abby called.

Come in.

You called, Mr Hegarty?

I've just had a phone call
from a rather nervous young woman.

She asked if I'd be able to sell
a collection of high-value stamps.

When I asked for details,

she described exactly the stamps
I purchased for Lorraine Welbeck.

Are you sure? If I hadn't
gone through my files today,

I doubt I'd have realised
they were such an exact match.

Did you ask her where she got them?

She said she inherited them from
a woman she looked after in Spain.

Somebody she'd met
at a party there told her

she'd get a better price in the UK

and I was one of the dealers
she should talk to.

She's coming in this afternoon
to show me the stamps.

What's her name?

Miss Jennings? Police.

Open it.

Miss Jennings?

Nice quiet hobby, eh,
stamp collecting.

Mum?

PHONE RINGS

'Abbs. It's me. It's Mum.'

Mum?

Mum, where are..
where d'you get a mobile?

Ricky wants to talk to you.
Please do what he tells you.

Hello, Ab.
Where's my mum?

Where is she, you bastard?
Where is she?

She's fine. So far.

I'm calling the police.

Look, I don't care about
anything else any more.

'What're you going to say to them?'

"I stole everything this man had

"and now he's caught up with me
and taken my mother hostage?"

What, I stole from you?
You and himself, obviously.

Was there any position
he didn't tell you to shag me in

to get what you wanted?

This has got nothing to do
with my mum, Rick. She's not well.

Look, just bring her here
and we'll talk.

No. You bring me everything
you nicked and then we'll talk.

Look, I meant what I said.

I'm hanging up now
and calling the police.

You do that, and all they're gonna
find is a chronically ill woman

who's committed suicide,
and her daughter,

a self-confessed thief
with a cock-and-bull story

about a man she stole from.
Is that really what you want?

BEEPING

Rick!

So I've been going through the
passenger manifest for the ferry

that Lorraine Welbeck
didn't step off.

It seemed to me, if you're
leaving one identity behind,

it makes sense to have another one
lined up. Right?

You mean, she got on the boat
as Lorraine Welbeck

and stepped off as someone else?

So I went through all the other
women passengers travelling

on a single ticket
and I compared them

to anyone travelling on from Dieppe.

I found one passenger
who got on an Air France flight

within an hour of the ferry docking.
Where to?

San Sebastian. Hold on.
So she got on the ferry to Dieppe,

and then within an hour she got
on a plane from there to Spain?

Why not just fly direct from the UK?

Name?
Margaret Nelson.

Only, her ticket was paid for
by one David Nelson.

Ah, the same David Nelson
of Cape Trafalgar Holdings maybe?

So what're we thinking? Maybe
David Nelson is Ronnie Welbeck?

More than maybe.

I also have a David Nelson
who got on a flight to Madrid,

then on to San Sebastian
from Jersey,

the morning after Ronnie's light
aircraft disappeared in the channel.

So Ronnie Welbeck
fakes his own death

in order to escape his creditors.

And Lorraine converts
his life insurance into stamps

in order to fund her new life
in Spain.

Isn't that where Chad Skebbs
went off to? Potentially.

But where Lorraine was found
just outside of Biarritz,

well, that's half an hour
from the Spanish border.

Which is an hour to San Sebastian.

Just two Brighton boys
having fun in the sun...

We've got DNA confirmation
on the Lorraine Welbeck foetus.

Guess who the father is?

Ronnie Welbeck.

Not bad for a dead guy, eh?
The Immaculate Erection.

See?

This is why
we can't have nice things.

What about Katherine Jennings?
We couldn't find her.

No. I mean, she's here.
She's downstairs.

My real name's Abby Morton.

I flew back to England
to try to escape my boyfriend.

I thought using a different name
would make it easier.

But I was wrong.

OK, Abby, would you like to tell us
what's going on?

Everything we need to know
about you, your mother,

and the man
you say who kidnapped her.

I was left a collection of stamps.

I didn't know anything about them,
but I was dating this guy, Ricky,

in San Sebastian, who was
in the rare stamp and coin business.

Ricky? As in Richard Skebbs?

Yeah. Yeah, you know him?

Yeah. We know him. Go on.

Well, I asked him
to have a look at 'em for me.

See if they were worth anything.
I gave them to him.

He gave 'em back
a couple of days later.

He said there were a few there
that might be worth something,

but most of them were replicas.
Collectable, but not valuable.

He said they're worth
a couple of thousand euros at most.

But a few days later, I was having
a look at one of his stamp mags

and I came across this article
about a Plate 77 Penny Red,

went for over 450 large
at auction in London.

It was similar
to the plate of Penny Reds I had.

Anyway, later that night
he was wasted,

so I had
a look at his laptop and I found

this bunch of emails to dealers
all over the world,

offering stamps that were
clearly mine for sale.

He'd broken 'em up so they couldn't
be identified as a collection.

And did you confront him?

No.

No.

When I first met him, he told me
how easy stamps were to conceal.

How they were a great way
to launder money

and transport it
all across the world.

Even if you got stopped,

most customs wouldn't have a clue
about their value.

'Ricky said the best way
to hide 'em was inside a book.

'Hardback. Or anything like that.

'So, I searched his shelves.

'And I found them.'

I packed a bag and flew out
on the first flight I could get.

So why didn't you go to the Spanish
police, report what he'd done?

I thought he might spin the police
a story to get them back.

Or come after me, try and hurt me.

My mum's not well.

I need the money from the stamps
to pay for her to be in a home.

Did you ever meet this man?

No. Why? Who is he?

His name's Ronnie Welbeck. He's
a known associate of Chad Skebbs.

We're looking for him in connection
with a double murder. Murder?

That's right,
the body of his first wife

was found recently
in a storm drain in Brighton.

And his second wife, Lorraine,
was recovered from the boot of a car

in a pond on land that we believe
Welbeck owns in Biarritz.

She was four months pregnant.

Both his wives had just come into
considerable sums

before they were killed.
You're sure you don't know him?

He may be calling himself
Dave Nelson now.

Call himself what he likes, I...
I wouldn't know. I've never met him.

So you say you were left
these stamps.

Yeah. That's right.
By whom?

Mrs Jennings. Katherine Jennings.

She was an old lady
I was a live-in carer for in Spain.

And where are they now?
They're...

they're safe.

You believe her?
Not really.

But whatever else she's lying about,
I do believe she's frightened.

There's no way
she would come and see us

unless she was genuinely scared
for her mother's life.

But she's lying about where she came
by the stamps. Almost certainly.

Ronnie was already seeing Lorraine

by the time
Joanna came into her inheritance.

So Ronnie rids himself of Joanna,
and then ends up with the money,

and Lorraine into the bargain.

Further down the line, he fakes his
own death to escape his creditors

and then cashes in
on his life insurance.

Which Lorraine collects
and converts into stamps.

And then, Lorraine fakes her death,
flies under an assumed name to Spain

to join Ronnie and start a new
life as Margaret and David Nelson.

And then history repeats itself.

Ronnie meets Abby,
the next thing you know,

Lorraine's in the boot of a car
in a pond in France.

And the stamps? Well, I think she's
twisting the story a little bit.

So Ronnie gets in touch
with his old mate Skebbs

with a view to selling the stamps.

And Skebbs rips him off by replacing
the real ones with fake.

And Ronnie sends in Abby
to get them back,

and, well, the rest goes down
pretty much the way she said.

Yeah,
but we'll get to the bottom of it.

But right now, our priority
is getting Abby's mum back alive.

And on that score, all we can do

is wait for Skebbs
to make his next move.

Ma'am.

Abby Morton, Katherine Jennings,
is currently sitting in a hotel,

awaiting instructions from Skebbs

for the handover
of the stamps and her mother.

I'd like Cassian on the team.
In an observational capacity.

The man has tried to suggest
I murdered my wife.

That's an observation. Cassian is
an experienced hostage negotiator.

I'd like Skebbs taken alive,
with no loss of life,

and no major injury to any of my
officers or members of the public.

PHONE BUZZES

It's her.

I should probably clear the air.

You should probably clear your desk.
I was trying to help.

And what did you find, Cassian?

In your search
of my house and garden.

Nothing.

No. And do you know why?

Because I didn't murder my wife.

BEEPING

ABBY: 'Yeah.'

RICKY: 'You're late.'
I missed the turn-off.

Where do you want me to go?

'Take a left at the top and a right
after the barn.' 'Where's my mum?'

'Safe enough. But I swear, if I see
anybody besides you, she's dead.'

INDICATOR TICKING

You're not following her?
You heard him.

Where's my mum?
Where's the stamps?

I want to see my mum.
Just give me the stamps, Abby.

Argh!

Shit. What's she doing?
Mum?

MUM: Abby? Abby!
Mum?

Abby, help me!
Go! Glen! Go!

Abby! Abby! Help me!
Please stop! Mum!

Please stop the van!

GRUNTING

SCREAMING

Mum!

REVVING

SIREN

SHOUTING

Give me your hands,
give me your hands.

MUM WHIMPERS

We're going to get out

It's all right. Don't let go.

I just need you
to follow me out. Mum, Please.

Get in the van!
Give it some extra weight!

Lean on it! Lean on it!

More gas!

MUM: Oh, God!
Hold on.

Mum. Mum, come on, we need to go.
Gonna fall.

No!

Give me your hand.

REVVING

Floor it!

Mind out, mind out.

More weight! Put your weight on it.
I am trying. Go, go!

Cassian, no,
it won't take your weight!

Come on. Come on!

I've got you!

Roy! Help!
Give me your hand!

Give me your hand!

GRUNTING

Push! Push!

GRINDING

So you think Skebbs got hold
of the stamps from Ronnie Welbeck,

then Abby Morton, in her turn,
ripped off Skebbs for Ronnie?

Something like that.

So where are the stamps now?
With Abby.

We've had them scanned
and photocopied, for our records.

And she's agreed to produce them
as an exhibit, if necessary.

And Hegarty is certain
they're the ones

that he bought for Lorraine Welbeck?

Not so certain that he's willing
to testify in a court of law.

None of this brings us a step closer

to arresting Ronnie
for Joanna and Lorraine.

We've got two murder victims here,
Roy. Two dead women.

Don't want us to lose sight
of that fact. I haven't, Ma'am.

Not for a second.

'What about putting
more surveillance on her?'

I suspect that Ronnie Welbeck
will have long flown the coop

from wherever he's been holed up.

He'll have seen online that we've
found the remains of his wives.

He wouldn't risk coming back here.
Abby'll go and meet him somewhere?

Put out an "all ports".

She buys a ticket,
or someone matching her description

turns up at passport control,
hopefully she'll lead us to him.

What are you trying to win?

"A fortnight for two
at a luxury hotel in Mauritius."

Mum, you don't even have a passport.

I know, love, but you could easily

get me one if I needed it,
couldn't you?

I might be losing my marbles,
but I'm not as daft as I look.

I'd love you to get a passport.

I'd love you to join me.

Where?

When I get settled somewhere.

We won't see each other again.

But it's all right.

I'd sooner you remembered me
as I was.

Mum...

If you ever decide to have children,
just remember.

First, you give 'em roots.

Then you give 'em wings.

I love you.

I know.

ABBY SNIFFLES

Go on. Go quickly, don't look back.

So when will I see you again?

MAN: 'Soon.'

How soon is soon?

Dave?

I'll be there
to meet you at the airport.

You got 'em?

Yeah. I got 'em.

That's my girl. Safe flight.

Roy, Abby Morton,
AKA Katherine Jennings,

just checked in
on a SpeedyJet's flight to Nice,

leaves at 3:45.
Let her run.

'I need to know she's on the plane,

'and for Police Judiciaire to pick
up surveillance at the other end.

'We need her to lead us to Ronnie.'

PHONE RINGS

Grace.

'I have information
for you regarding Ronnie Welbeck.'

He'll be at Lipa Noi Airport
at 11am local time,

waiting to meet someone
off Bangkok Airways flight 271.

Who is this?

Miss Morton?

Flight 309 connecting
through to Rio de Janeiro.

Put your passport in there.

You lost her.

Yes, Ma'am.

But Ronnie Welbeck, Dave Nelson,

is now awaiting extradition
to the UK from Thailand

on suspicion of the murder
of both Joanna and Lorraine Welbeck.

And the stamps?

Well, Hegarty's certain that the
stuff we photocopied is all rubbish.

And no-one's actually
reported the stamps stolen.

Well, couldn't the insurance
companies that paid out

on Ronnie Welbeck's life
have a claim?

Same problem. Chain of title.

Without Hegarty testifying
that they are the same stamps,

how are they going to prove it?

So where do we think she is now?

Lying on a beach somewhere.

'Sipping margaritas,

'and grinning her head off,
I suspect.'

Smart lady.

Yeah, I certainly wouldn't want
to cross her.

On the upside,

I did hear a rumour
from Ground Control.

"Pepe le Pew" has applied
for a transfer.

That's right. Back to the Met.

What brought that on?

I think being here
was pushing him over the edge.

THEY LAUGH

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