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[Soft cheerful music]

[Beeping]

[Phone rings]

Hi, antonia.

It's me, Sandra.

I know it's been ages,
but I was wondering

if you fancy getting
together for a drink

and a bit of a catch up.

Hello, is mommy there?

Yes, mommy?

Or daddy?

All right, a grown up.

No, no, no, don't
cry, don't cry.

[Phone rings]

Hi, Jack.

It's me, Sandra.

It's not about work, I promise.

Hello?

[Sandra] Hello Esther.

It's me, Sandra.

Is Brian there, please?

Well, you won't get
much sense out of him,

but I suppose he won't
mind if it's about work.

Oh look, no, no, no.

Don't bother him.

Aren't you going to get that?

Ooh, Jerry.

[Laughing]

Oh god!

[Soft ominous music]

You bastard.

♪ It's alright it's okay ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright
we're doing fine ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

What a waste.

What a terrible waste.

It's only a bloody car.

This is a ginetta g26,

the perfect marriage of
British design and engineering.

[Jack] Not anymore, it isn't.

I bet it was a woman driver.

Yeah, it was, actually.

What was she doing,
a three point turn?

Actually, statistically,

women have less
accidents than male drivers.

That's why they get
lower insurance premiums.

No, it's because they
don't have accidents.

They just cause
them and walk away.

Nancy Murray didn't walk away.

She went-

have a look.

She hit the wall of a wine
bar at 40 miles an hour.

She went through the
windscreen and died on impact.

Should have been
wearing a seatbelt.

Today, widower Steven
Murray won his legal battle

for the return of his car
by the metropolitan police.

Classic car dealer Murray
had been campaigning

for the return of his car

since his wife's death on
the 26th of September, 2001.

Did he think he could
get it back on the road?

Why would he want to?

His wife died in it.

Oh, he loved this car.

He was working on it the
day she died, bless him.

What are you saying, sabotage?

He was working on
the steering that day,

which probably caused the
accident, but can't be proved,

because the column
disintegrated on the impact.

No, even with perfect steering,

the g26 is a very
quick car, very twitchy.

Okay, fine, but if
it's such a write off,

why the hell does
he want it back?

[Light bass music]

Nancy Murray lived here at
Amherst Avenue, crouch end, nh.

She worked here at
the local primary school

as a music teacher.

She was a member of
neighbourhood watch,

she did charity work,

and apparently she hosted a
well attended summer party.

She had 10 points on her
driving licence when she died.

Not quite an angel.

Well, her friends and
neighbours thought so,

but they didn't say the
same about Steven Murray.

Apparently there were
disputes about him

working on cars in the street.

Nancy used to smooth
over troubled waters,

except on the day she died.

Neighbours heard
a row before she left.

So she was driving angry.

And in an accident black spot.

That's what it says here.

It was an accident
waiting to happen.

Just another woman driver.

Okay, that is the last time
you get to use that phrase.

It's a joke.

It wasn't funny at the time.

You were on the original case?

Yeah, to begin with.

Okay, before we
give this car back,

I want us to look at
the evidence again,

especially because of these.

Meet Nancy Murray.

Ooh, hello.

Steven Murray discovered these

when he was clearing
out Nancy's belongings

just after she died.

Dear oh lord.

[Jack] "I have seen
what you are doing,

"and if you don't stop,

"I will make sure
you are punished."

I have to look.

It's evidence.

Poison pen letters, found
by Steven with the photos,

accusing Nancy
of having an affair.

They were pretty
standard, initially.

Could have been sent
by a nosy neighbour.

But then she got these.

[Jack] "You are
nothing but a whore.

"Spread your legs for him
again, and you will be sorry."

Oh, really quite graphic.

Go on, get a good eyeful.

I'm only doing my job.

It's strange, isn't it?

There's lots of shots of
her face, but none of his.

Clear shot of his arse though.

She doesn't really
look the type, does she?

She does there.

Yeah, but you know what I mean.

Oh, everybody's the type.

I mean, given them the chance,

99% of us would
want a bit on the side.

I never have.

I said, given the chance.

I mean, you just don't know

what goes on behind
closed doors, do you?

I mean, as we speak,

Esther could be having
it away with the milkman.

We haven't got a milkman.

The arrival of these letters
marked a change of motive.

The correspondent
started asking for money.

Ah, very perfunctory.

"Get the money or the
school governors see these."

No physical threats.

Two different tones
for two different motives.

[Gerry] School governors?

Yeah, it would have
caused great embarrassment.

She might even
have lost her job.

Without her job, she'd have
been stuck in the house,

nothing to do, nowhere to go.

Why not just threaten to
send them to the husband?

That would cause
the most damage.

Because I think Steven
Murray wrote them.

You think he was
blackmailing his own wife?

Yeah.

To torment her, cause her
pain, scare her out of the affair.

Why not just have
it out with her?

Maybe he thought their
relationship would collapse.

No, no, it doesn't make sense.

Look, this woman
had no detractors.

She was loved.

The only one with an axe
to grind: Steven Murray.

Well, as far as we know who.

I mean, have a word
with him, by all means.

I fully intend to.

Shall we, Gerry?

I'm going to scan
these into my computer.

Have a proper look at them.

[Gerry] You all right?

Fine.

[Gerry] Whoa, nice motor.

Steven Murray?

Detective superintendent
Pullman. This is Gerry standing.

I don't know whether
you remember me.

Oh yeah.

I remember you.

Where's my bloody car?

You've had it five years.

Never had no use for it.

That might not be the case.

We're keeping it 'til
the end of the week.

What for?

Well, it's evidence in
an open investigation.

Oh, right.

So I kick up my stink, and
you make life difficult for me?

It was never fully ascertained

as to whether Nancy's
death was an accident,

or whether foul
play was to blame.

So if I give you an answer,
you'll leave me alone.

Well, have you got some
information that might help?

Yeah.

Nancy was a terrible driver.

She was two points of a
ban because off her lead foot.

I wouldn't let her
wash the ginetta,

let alone drive
the bloody thing.

With the g26, they'd
have plenty to poke.

And she couldn't handle that?

No, of course not.

Yeah, but the fact remains
that she was driving that day.

So you must've let the little
woman behind the wheel

once in a while.

We went through
this the first time.

Nancy had a fiat panda.

It was in for an mot.

She needed the car because
she was late for something.

I let her take it, well, just
to avoid another argument.

According to the neighbours,
you were already having one.

We've been through this before.

You never even bothered
to look for the boyfriend.

A bit difficult to
trace from the photos.

[Dramatic piano music]

I've told you all I know.

It's a tattoo.

This bloke's got a
tattoo on his arse.

Bloody brilliant.

See, nobody's bothered to look

at these photographs properly
on the original investigation.

Esther, look at
this, this tattoo.

That mean anything to you?

Nah, it's all Greek to me.

Latin.

Looks like Roman numerals.

Cmxvlmm.

Oh, yes.

Well, that's a bit dull.

I like a stallion
or a bird of prey.

Something a bit wild.

Nice bum, though.

Yeah, well, better sleep on it.

Come on then,
love, are you ready?

Lights out.

I'll just read this chapter.

I need to finish
it for book group.

Is it any good?

Ay, yes.

Bobby was right about it.

Bobby?

It's not what the letters say.

It's how they say it.

"No one will ever want
to look at you again

"if you meet him one more time."

Extortion letters are
usually cut and dry,

"give me the money or else",

but this is more
sinister, personalised.

Which brings us back
to the jealous husband.

Exactly.

Why would he blackmail her?

She'd be paying out
of their joint account.

Unless it wasn't
about the money.

It was about what he'd
already planned for her.

Go on.

Well, without these letters,

he's prime suspect
for her murder.

So he sends the letters
to create another suspect.

Clever.

Convoluted.

I think these letters
were written by a woman.

How'd you work that out?

Because she threatens Nancy

with the worst thing that
a woman can think of.

Disfigurement, humiliation.

Well, I'm not
enthralled with the idea

of being disfigured either.

But it's worse for
a woman though.

Yeah, that's because we're
judged on our looks first

and what's in our head second.

Yeah, and don't
you just love it?

Women get what they want by
leading us around by our dicks.

I'm not even going to
dignify that with a response.

Let's look at the
women in Nancy's life.

Christine gascoine
and Josie sargent.

Their statements
were contradictory.

Well, I have an appointment

with Christine
gascoine this morning.

Perhaps I should test her
knowledge of car mechanics.

I'm sure they're both
capable of writing a letter.

Let's not skirt
round the evidence.

Theory, not evidence.

Steven Murray's master
plan is still only a theory.

Yeah, for the time being.

Now, Gerry, if you could just

drag your knuckles to your car,

we have an appointment
at our lady primary school.

If I must.

Of course it was the end
of innocence for the school

after the accident.

It was like the outside
world had invaded.

The children were
obviously very upset.

We tried to protect them
as much as possible,

but the rumours ran rife.

The head resigned
because of the stress.

And you took over.

I was acting head for a while,

but the board soon saw I
was a safe pair of hands

and made it official.

Worked out okay
in the end, then.

That's not for me to say,

but I think the
parents are happy.

Sadly things didn't pan out

quite so well for
Nancy, did they?

Poor Nancy.

Thank goodness she wasn't
here to listen to the lies.

Lies?

Well, you never managed
to find him, did you?

The man.

What about the photographs?

Fakes.

A schoolboy prank?

I can assure you,
they're not fakes.

Then I don't know what
you want me to see.

Neighbours reported
hearing a row

on the day that Nancy died.

Have you any idea what
it might've been about?

It could have been anything.

It was a regular
occurrence, then.

They always made up.

Not that day.

Stephen and Nancy
had a romantic holiday

booked in the Seychelles.

Does that sound like a couple
on the verge of splitting up?

We're trying to locate
Josephine sargent.

Do you know where she is?

We lost touch.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me where
the ladies is, please?

Yep, just around the
corner and to your left.

Cheers, thanks.

[Christine] Bryony,
send Jeremy in.

That's my card.

There's my mobile.

Gerry, put her back where
you found her and come on.

My head mistress.

Whoa ho, come on,
Sandra, for old time's sake.

You're a sod.

You do know that,
Gerry, don't you?

Bryony was nice.

Strictly business, of course.

The grange, one
o'clock tomorrow.

I don't want to know.

That's where Christine

is meeting Josephine
sargent for lunch.

It's in the diary
on bryony's desk.

Nice bum.

What defines a nice bum, anyway?

Damn!

What's the matter?

Oh, this bloke who's showing
his ass to all and sundry.

He's got a tattoo, look.

It's all Roman numerals.

God knows what they mean.

I can't work it out.

100,000, 15, 50, 2,000.

Well, can't be lottery numbers.

Maybe he plays bingo.

I reckon he could
play something.

Looks like a sportsman.

He's a big bloke.

Rugby player.

Rugby player, of course!

15, 15 players on a rugby team.

It's a possibility.

If that's a rugby club,
then we can find him.

There must be 100 in the
greater London area alone.

No, they're not.

Not if cm are the
initials of the club.

Look, cm15.

Maybe it's not all numerals.

Well, it could be
his own initials.

Would you call that a nice bum?

[Sandra] Breakthrough!

Yeah, this end and all.

Good.

Hope you got a decent suit.

You and Jack are going
out for lunch tomorrow.

[Brian] If I see a sun-dried
tomato, I'm walking.

Thank you.

I could murder a chip butty.

Wash your mouth out.

We're on expenses.

Ay up.

The eagle has landed.

Do we have to sit here?

I like the window.

Don't you think it's a bit-

I got here on time, so I
chose the seat I wanted.

Maybe next time.

Fine.

To an absent friend.

To Nancy.

I've had the police
at the school.

They've reopened
the investigation.

What on earth for?

Steven won his case.

He's getting the car back.

That damn car.

Even you must think
that's suspicious.

Must we have this
discussion every time?

Christine, get real.

Why do you think
he wants it back?

Because it's evidence.

The police ruled sabotage out.

You ready to order, gentlemen?

I'll have the soup
and the fish, please.

Haven't you got any pies?

He'll have the same.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Christine.

Maybe it's time
to tell the truth.

You've got a nerve.

Nancy wouldn't have wanted
to put us through all this.

You thought you knew
what she wanted once before.

So we continue to shield Nancy.

She's not here to do it herself.

Yes. Okay.

Good girl.

I am not one of your
infants, Christine.

[Dialling]

[Phone rings]

Yeah, yeah, no, I see her.

Okay, you carry on
looking for the rugby player.

Okay. Hold on.

[Knocking]

Josie sargent?

You're keen.

Wonderful. Come in.

Now, I usually start with
a disrobing ceremony.

Sorry?

It helps us to re-evaluate
and re-appreciate

our own and our
partner's naked form.

Oh, whoa.

Who are you thinking we are?

Mr and mrs Holmes?

Detective
superintendent Pullman.

This is Jerry standing.

We need to talk to you
about Nancy Murray?

Talk about a
needle in a haystack.

This is a total waste of time.

Just stay with me, Jack.

I've got a hunch.

Are you gentlemen lost?

I'm sorry, lads.

We'll come back later.

I wonder if you can help us out.

Oh, we'll do our best.

Do you remember any of
your players having a tattoo?

Only most of them.

Ah yes, ay.

Well, we're specifically
looking for this fella.

Christine gascoine
said that you two

were no longer friends.

We're not.

You just had lunch with her.

We do that every year.

Raise a glass to Nancy.

I still miss her.

Then why didn't you hang around

until the investigation
was over?

You made your statement,
then disappeared.

I'd already told the
police everything.

My marriage had broken up
and there was nothing for me here,

so I moved to San Francisco.

Ah, and is that where
you got into the sex stuff?

Yes. Sex therapy.

I attended a few orgasm seminars

and discovered I
had a talent for it.

For orgasms?

For helping couples
achieve them.

What, people struggle with that?

Moving to the states
must have cost quite a bit.

I had a rich ex-husband
and a good solicitor.

Before you left,

you and Christine gave
conflicting statements.

I told the truth.

You said you thought that Nancy

was on the verge of
walking out on Steven,

and Christine said the opposite.

Christine had always
envied Nancy in her life,

but she saw it through
Rose tinted glasses.

That marriage was not as
happy as everyone thought.

How so?

Nancy was a musician.

Teaching seven year
olds to play the recorder

did not satisfy her,

and the sexual revolution
had passed Steven by.

He thought marriage
was dinner on the table

and clean shirts.

So she sought solace elsewhere.

You've seen the photos.

Do you think Steven knew?

I don't know. Maybe.

How do you think he
would have reacted?

How would any man react?

Did Steven have
a violent temper?

When a man is wounded, in
my experience, he lashes out.

Come on, this'll be the one.

When you're
looking for something,

it's always in the
last place you look.

That's because you stop looking

once you've found it, you berk.

Hey, lads, excuse me.

Mate.

Would you mind
having a look at this?

Well, I'd know
that arse anywhere.

That's Larry bevan.

Chigwell mount,
15, 50 points, 2000.

Larry was the top scorer of
the tour, in more ways than one.

Oh yeah?

He always had a bird, and
she usually paid his way.

Even a sexual revolution.

Lawrence alister bevan.

Larry to his mates.

He sees women as a meal ticket,

and apparently they're
always queuing up to feed him.

Well, if they're dullet enough

to be won over by a nice arse.

So it is a nice arse.

Never mind.

I think we've got a
potential blackmailer.

Lives beyond his means,

and has a history of
exploiting women for money.

Doesn't make him a murderer.

Well, why are you so sure
that's what we're looking for?

There's no proof that
Nancy was murdered.

Except she died in her
mechanic husband's car.

Which she was
not allowed to drive.

He let her drive it that day.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.

Look at that.

The petrol tank was full.

And?

Steven's a mechanic.

He'd know that an empty tank

was far more
dangerous than a full one.

What?

There was no
explosion on impact.

So that's a tick in the no box.

If you're going
to kill your wife,

you have the petrol
tank empty of petrol

and therefore full of vapour,

producing an evidence
destroying explosion.

The bastard wanted
the damn car back.

He just didn't know
how long it would take.

Ah, you being ridiculous.

Why can't you see
beyond Steven Murray?

Even when the evidence
points you elsewhere.

We bring you good leads
and you just shoot them down.

You twist everything around
just to suit your own theory.

I'm doing nothing of the sort.

That's exactly
what you're doing.

I don't know why this case
has got under your skin,

but I think you ought to take
a step back, take a night off.

That's what we're all thinking.

Are you?

Well, thanks for your concern.

I was planning to
leave early anyway.

I'm throwing a dinner
party for my friends.

What friends?

Come in, just through here.

It's not much, but it's mine.

Lovely, isn't it, Sally?

Smashing.

Oh, thank you.

So, Tim, what do you do?

Antonia didn't say.

I work in the city.

Great. Do you enjoy it?

Pays the bills.

It's not very exciting.

I don't know.

You should hear
what the fraud squad

have to say about your lot.

But that's not important.

How's the property
business doing, Donald?

Great.

Good.

So, Sandra, how
are things with you?

We thought we'd lost
you to the met for good.

No, not at all.

I close the door
on it these days.

They get me from nine till five.

That's it.

Thank heavens for that.

There was a time it was
all you could talk about.

Yeah, I suppose I
was a bit immersed.

Obsessed.

And it did your sex
life no good, either.

Sandra could put a
bloke off at 20 paces.

30.

I once caught her
lecturing this lovely chap

on what actually
constituted a sexual assault,

and he'd only touched her knee.

[Laughing]

I don't remember that.

Oh, you must.

I was mortified
for the poor chap.

He couldn't escape quick enough.

Oh, look, we're out of wine.

I'll get another bottle.

I've got red, white.

Shiraz, maybe cabernet?

Of course.

Anything but Merlot.

Well, somebody had to say it.

Yes, Jack, so you said.

Oh, it's no good.

I can't bear it back.

I'm going to have to go
around there and make it right.

How did I know that
was going to happen?

She won't thank you if
she's got friends round there.

Anyway, you said you
were giving me a lift home.

I will, I will after.

What the hell are you doing?

Nothing, just fiddling.

Come on, if we're going.

You know who we should
introduce Sandra to?

Barry.

Of course.

What a brilliant idea.

Tim plays golf with him.

I'm sure we could orchestrate
a chance encounter.

I'm not really into
that kind of thing.

Oh, don't be shy.

He's a fantastic bloke.

I think his divorce
has come through now.

Last week.

And the kids are nearly at uni,

so you won't have
them to worry about.

What do you think?

I think I need more wine.

Anyone else?

Absolutely.

Well, that's that sorted, then.

We'll try and do
something next week.

I'm probably busy next week.

I thought we weren't going

to let work dominate
you anymore.

No, no, no, no.

It's not with work.

I'm actually seeing someone.

Oh, why didn't you say?

I couldn't.

Why?

He's not married, is he?

Yes.

Yes, Brian is married,
and Jack's a widower.

You're cheating
on a married man?

No, no.

They're very good
friends, actually.

With Gerry, too.

There's a Gerry?

Oh, there's a Gerry, all right.

Hmm.

This is lovely.

Would you like some more?

Great.

I love Merlot, don't you?

Cheaper the better, I say.

Cheers.

Excuse me.

Sandra, I know
you're entertaining.

Thank god for that.

Get in here now.

Come on, come on.

Well, this is fortuitous.

Let me introduce Jack

and Brian.

I came around to
say that I was sorry,

and see what was
going on with you.

I've seen you get-

obsessed?

Do you know that
that's the second time

someone's said that
about me tonight?

I know how you feel.

I know how easy it is

to get emotionally
involved in certain cases.

We've all done it, but believe
me, that way madness lies.

Your judgment's clouded,

and no matter what
you think of a suspect,

or what he might have done,

the only thing that really
matters is the evidence.

Okay.

Maybe I am a bit too close.

When I first got
handed the case,

I was a di with the area
major investigation pool,

and it should have been
just a routine clear up.

But I knew from the first time
I questioned Steven Murray,

there was something
behind this accident.

All he cared about
was the bloody car,

but it was the same
when she was alive as well.

She was a bright,
beautiful woman.

A talented musician
with lots to offer.

And then she married Steven.

That's not fair.

Home, work, and the
occasional trip to the wine bar

where she eventually died.

I mean, when she
married, her life contracted

to within a five mile radius,

well, maybe that was her choice.

I didn't finish
the investigation.

I got offered a promotion
to dci and I accepted it.

Well, of course you did.

I handed all my cases
over, including Nancy's,

to another di, a male di.

He believed, like everyone else,

that she was just an
hysterical woman driver.

I let her down, Jack.

Lawrence bevan?

Yes.

Detective
superintendent Pullman.

Thank you.

We're here concerning
Nancy Murray's death.

Use your toilet, mate?

Yes, it's outside.

Ta.

Nancy who?

Perhaps these
will clarify things.

Yes.

Lass from a few years ago.

But you do remember
her now, yeah?

Ooh, yes.

Perhaps you also
remember blackmailing her.

Sandra, have a look.

Excuse me, don't
you need a warrant?

Not if I'm going to arrest you,

which I fully intend to do.

Now, yours or mine?

How long were you
seeing Nancy Murray?

Oh, about six months.

Was it a sexual
relationship from the off?

Yeah.

How often did you meet?

I don't know.

Twice a week, maybe?

[Sandra] Right up
until the time she died?

Yeah.

Why didn't you come
forward when that happened?

Didn't seem appropriate.

We weren't that close?

You were sleeping together.

Professionally.

[Soft sombre music]

Nancy was paying me for it
every Tuesday and Thursday.

Well, it started
actually just Tuesday,

but then she
couldn't get enough.

Where did you do business?

Wherever.

My place, her place.

Were you ever interrupted
by Steven Murray?

Could you have been observed?

No, not on my watch.

Discretion's guaranteed.

Alphabetical and chronological.

Nice.

Janice, Janet, Jackie,
Jean, Jessica, Josephine.

Ah hah.

Right, lads, there's
boxes under the bed.

We wanna take the lot.

But start with the
computer through there.

Okay, guv.

Nancy must've left
quite a hole in your diary

when she so thoughtlessly died.

Well, I didn't hear a thing
until I read it in the paper.

I figured the grieving
family wouldn't want me

turning up at the
chapel of rest.

I'm not a complete tosser.

Not quite.

Didn't you feel any
responsibility to come forward?

No.

It was just business.

I slept with her for
money, not pleasure.

Interview suspended at 11:04.

Go on, ask.

What?

Blokes always ask.

It's okay. It's fine.

All right.

If it was just
business, how did you-

get it up?

Never had a problem.

Honestly.

All I've ever needed is
an active imagination.

That's not to say I've never
used little blue pills, but-

ah, I knew it.

Ah, yes, but for me, you see,

it's a question of
reduced recovery time,

increased turnover.

I could give the elephant
woman one, if she paid enough.

What can you tell us

about your relationship
with Josephine sargent?

I'm afraid it isn't
very convenient.

[Sandra] Oh,
Christ, I'm so sorry.

I'll call you next week.

You set the schofields
back about six weeks.

I apologise.

Perhaps if you told
us about Larry bevan.

So, do you want to tell us

why you shared a prostitute
with your best mate?

She was depressed.

Still not getting it.

My husband and I were
sexually incompatible.

He couldn't find his way
around a woman without a map.

I saw Larry's ad and
he was incredible.

Just what I needed.

It was all about
me and my needs.

I was transformed.

I wanted my friends to
feel as good as I was.

So I recommended him to
both Nancy and Christine.

Christine as well?

They both refused
to even think about it.

Christine called me
a sinner, of course.

But Nancy did end up with Larry.

I throw a party and
paid him to be there

and introduced them.

And that's when the
blackmail letters started.

Wait, no.

And then you
disappeared to america.

I was already planning to go.

What, leave the amazingly
talented mr bevan to Nancy?

No.

It was a one off,
and I wasn't jealous.

He was a catalyst, a short
term solution, for Nancy as well.

Well, she perked up.

She and Steven
started to get on better.

They booked a holiday.

It was wonderful to see
her with a smile on her face.

Yeah, 'cause she
was still seeing him.

What?

After your little introduction,
Nancy became a regular.

[Soft piano music]

He's coming.

Sandra, you're gonna give
Brian another nervous breakdown.

What's going on?

Don't touch them!

I wouldn't get in the way.

She's not even
keeping them in order.

I've got a system,
for god's sake.

A system.

Sandra, you've got to
tell us what's going on.

They've given Stephen
Murray his bloody car back.

Is that all?

They've given a murderer
back his murder weapon.

Hold on, hold on.

We don't know that.

Oh, I do.

Nancy and Steven
booked a three week holiday

in the Seychelles, due to
fly out the week she died,

and Steven cancelled it.

Well, maybe he didn't
think it was appropriate

to go to the funeral with a tan.

He cancelled it three
days before the crash.

When did you find that out?

Just now.

I've been waiting for the call.

You can't follow your
own lines of inquiry

just to prove a point.

That's not police work.

That's a vendetta.

Gerry, you're with me.

Got what you wanted, then?

I'm just taking
back what's mine.

You never did finish
doing it up, did you?

Never put the
steering quite right.

I don't have to listen to this.

Please remind me.

You let her take the car

because you wanted to
save another argument, yeah?

She was angry, and in
a hurry to see someone.

I never wanted
her to crash the car.

Hold on, hold on, see who?

Where was she going?

Christine or Josie.

It was always either
one or the other of them.

Please explain this to me.

Why did you cancel your holiday?

What?

You're a very practical
man, mr Murray.

My wife died.

Had a premonition, did we?

I don't remember.

Do you remember these?

I've see them before.

I don't need to see them again.

Why?

How do they make you feel?

I don't know.

Happy, sad, angry?

Oh yeah, that's the one.

What did you want to do
when you first saw these?

Wipe that smile off her face?

- Sandra.
- Come on.

You must have
wanted to make her pay.

You don't understand.

No, I don't understand
how you barely reacted

when your wife died,

why you didn't
want an investigation

into letters, photos showing
she was cheating on you,

and why you would
want to sit in a car

that killed the woman
you supposedly loved.

I do love her,

did love her more
than she ever knew.

She didn't need...

Need to what?

You were well out
of order back there.

[Muffled speaking]

[Tyres squeak]

[Car horn blares]

Look, if you've got a
death wish, that's all right,

but I'd like to see
my grandson's 18th.

[Tyres squeak]

Jesus.

What did you say?

Hey?

[Car horn blares]

That stuff about your
grandson, what did you say?

I'd like to take my
grandson out for a pint.

Look, look, look,
why don't I drive, eh?

Sandra!

She turned right at this
junction without stopping,

nearly causing an accident.

She was doing 50 miles an hour,

despite it being
a 30 mile limit.

[Intense music]

Nice.

She could have done it at
any point during the journey.

Done what?

But she drove without
stopping for red lights,

junctions, other drivers.

Sandra, what are you doing?

She was approaching
the grange at full speed.

She crossed over the roundabout,
she mounted the pavement,

she hit the wall at an
estimated 40 miles an hour.

Jesus.

She died on impact.

You've lost it.

Slam on the brakes.

That's all she had to do.

At any point, she could
have stopped, but she didn't,

because she
intended to kill herself.

This doesn't make sense.

Steven said she was
meeting someone.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

someone just had a screaming
match with on the phone.

That's what the
neighbours heard.

She came here
to kill two people.

Herself, and whoever it
was she'd arranged to meet.

I'm taking these.

Get out.

I'll kill you!

Brian, what are you doing?

There's a password on this file.

I am not leaving till I get it.

You'll be here all night.

Oh, will I?

No, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Yes, got it!

"Casanova".

The cheeky bastard.

Why would he want
to be Casanova?

Casanova had more
than his fair share of men,

a baby with his
daughter, syphilis-

yes, thank you,
Brian, I get the picture.

Look, it's his website files.

There we go.

Oh, not more flesh.

No, no, Jack.

Look, look.

Look at the face.

Does Christine gascoine
know she's a dot com starlet?

Christine's what I call a
bread and butter client.

Five years, regular income,
even in the quiet moments.

Low maintenance.

Just a quick in and out.

As it were.

Sometimes she just
needs a few soft words.

Not always the full works.

She just likes cuddling.

Gives me a rest, actually

must be exhausting,
taking all those photos.

It's a perk of the job.

But quite lucrative.

It's a niche market.

Amateurs, reality porn.

I have to tell you
that your pictures

turning up on a blackmail
case is pretty damning.

Well, they were stolen
from my collection.

Maybe you should be
talking to Christine about that.

She stole them?

I don't know.

I never had it out with her.

It's not good business
to interrogate your clients,

unless they ask
you to, of course.

The way I see it, Christine
was just warning Nancy off.

Until she decided
to blackmail her.

Come on, whose bright
idea was it to ask for money?

Talk to Christine.

Christine gascoine,

you've been arrested
on suspicion of blackmail.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

This is an invasion
of our privacy.

If Larry and I choose
to be together,

it's none of your business.

It is when you're both
suspected of a serious crime.

Larry knew nothing.

He's a proud man.

He wouldn't have
wanted any part of it.

It was all me.

Some of my best work.

If you can call it that.

We're gonna be keeping
your collection for our files.

Plenty more where
they came from.

How'd you do that?

What's that?

The confidence thing?

The cocky tosser act.

I know what women want.

And what's that?

They want to know
that they're loved.

That they're the
only one for you.

Even if it is all bollocks.

He's so gentle and caring.

Nobody sees that
side of him except me.

Some nights we don't make love.

He just holds me.

For money.

I don't pay for him.

I just, I help him
out from time to time.

It breaks his heart when
he has to take my money

or go to other women.

Like Nancy.

She was greedy.

I mean, she had a husband.

Why did she need another man?

Your man, at that.

Exactly.

I could smell her on his sheets.

She was ruining things
just because she could,

because she had the money.

So you decided you
wanted your share.

If I could get enough,
he could give it all up.

Give her up.

But then she had her accident.

Christine.

She was a terrible driver.

Always in trouble.

It wasn't an accident.
You know that.

You were there.

Oh, the look at her face.

She knew what I had done.

How did she find out?

The letters hadn't
stopped her seeing him.

I was desperate, so I
rang and begged her.

No one should have to beg
her friend for the man she loves.

She refused to understand,
told me I was mad, stupid.

She screamed for me to
meet her, to sort things out.

I thought if I met her
somewhere public, I'd be safe.

And then the car
just kept coming.

I thought she was
going to give me a scare,

but no, she was
trying to kill me.

She was my best friend.

[Soaring melancholy music]

Well?

Full confession.

How about Casanova?

We haven't got a thing
on him and he knows it.

Slimy little shit.

You reckon he knew
about the blackmail?

Well, maybe, after the fact.

Yeah, well, even if he
was in it from the off,

miss Jean Brody isn't
going to implicate him.

Go back in there and press him.

Ask him about his
relationship with Christine,

how he feels about her.

We've been there, done that.

Just do it.

If you'd like to take a seat.

Sandra, you can't do this.

The poor woman thinks
that bastard loves her.

She deserves the truth.

So you just kept her on
as, what did you call her,

bread and butter?

Well, she was never going
to be fillet steak, was she?

It took me two years to talk her

into letting me photograph her.

Christine is not a
natural porn star.

Which you promptly
put on your website.

No!

Well, I told you, niche market.

And don't get me
wrong, I'm not saying

her shots were the most popular.

Even Internet geeks
have standards.

No.

I'm sorry.

Very clever.

I hope you don't expect
me to thank you for that.

No, I don't.

Good.

What happens now?

She's been charged
with blackmail.

I think it was all a bit of
a relief for her in the end.

And for you?

It's not over yet.

I owe Steve Murray an apology.

You want some backup?

No, it's my mess.

I don't deserve it.

Right, I think a
drink's in order.

Not for me, thanks.

I'm just going to head home.

Good night, Sandra.

Where's Brian?

[Jack] No idea.

So it's just you and me, then.

As long as you don't propose.

[Gerry] Ooh, you little
naughty Vixen, you.

We believe that the pressure
of the blackmail campaign

and then the shock of
discovering who was terrorising her

was a major factor
in Nancy's death.

We think her
intention was to kill

Christine gascoine and herself.

Obviously I'd like to offer
my unreserved apologies

for any accusations
I may have levelled.

The stupid woman.

As I said, I'm very sorry.

Not you, her.

She never had to do this.

I knew she was having an affair.

I didn't care.

She was happy.

She was my Nancy again.

You knew?

Yes.

I just wanted somebody
to put a smile on her face

because I knew I
couldn't anymore.

I didn't know this
was going to happen.

So what about the holiday?

It was meant to be a surprise.

We'd been getting
on so well, I thought...

So I sprung it on her.

Her face fell at the thought of
spending three weeks with me

and three weeks without
him, so I cancelled.

I knew my days with
her were numbered, but

I just want to hold
onto her for a bit longer.

Steven, why did you
want the car back?

Because it came from a
time when Nancy loved me.

And I want to go back there.

It's okay.

Brian, I'm back.

What on earth
are you playing at?

Oh, no.

It was supposed
to be a surprise.

I was being romantic.

[Esther] Oh, how sweet.

Oh, ruined it now.

Ooh, couldn't keep
me flaming eyes open.

I was bringing the magic back.

What magic?

Well, I know you're
been bored of me.

That Bobby's turned your head.

Bobby?

Yeah, suggesting you
read all those mucky books.

Bobby is a 72 year old
retired hairdresser from cim.

Roberta.

But you started going
on about nice bums

and tattoos and things.

I'm married, not dead.

Don't tell me you never look.

What's the matter?

Is it your back?

Well, you know when
you said you liked tattoos?

Where is it?

Where do you think?

Come on, you'd better show me.

I don't believe this.

What is it?

It's a penguin.

Penguin?

Well, 'cause we
met in a library.

When you were nicking
that "lady chatterley's lover".

It was a penguin book.

You said you like birds.

Yes, well, it's lovely, Brian.

Ooh, steady, careful.

♪ It's alright it's okay ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's alright
we're doing fine ♪

♪ it doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's alright I say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

♪ high tech low
tech take your pick ♪

♪ 'cause you can't teach an
old dog a brand new trick ♪

♪ I don't care what
anybody says ♪

♪ at the end of the day ♪