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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 ♪