All language subtitles for Mrs.SS01E01.720p.WEBDL.x264

Right.

Let's-get-going.

Everybody glide.
Glide, glide!

Glide to the beat.
That's it!

With me! Yes! Come on!

Here he is! "The Boss" man!

Move over, Danny,
time for some vitamin T!

When I say Tony, you say!

T! Whoo!

Forgive me for multitasking,
Tony, but these onions

won't caramelise themselves.

First sign of madness, that.

What is?
Where are you going?

Out. Bye mum!

But you've only just got...

home.

What is the first sign of
madness?

Do you know, Tony?

What about you Mr. Aubergine?

Oh.

Today we're going global.

Whooo!

L.A., can you hear us?!

Whooo!

is calling!

Whooo!

We're joined today
by Sharpetone's very own...

pumping power couple,

Krissie and Preston Jones!

Show them love!
Show them some love!

Weights up, weights up,
weights up!

Five, six, seven, eight...

Push, push, and squeeze
and squeeze.

And squeeze, squeeze!

Three times sprint
gold medallist.

The Queen!

Lori McKenzie!

Eight, seven, six,

five, four, three,

two and...

Hola?

Hello?

Gloves? Kinky.

And hygienic.

Huh? No, No, No!

Come on, punk!

Make my day.

You?

Now, I don't normally deep fry
this early in the morning,

but you really must
try these as well.

Oh!

And that is my son, Tez.

Uh!

I am so sorry,
Simon and Sonia!

He doesn't normally live here.

No worries, Mrs. Sidhu.

We're just so grateful you got
our wedding menu sorted

before our flight home.

It's all bloody delicious,
isn't it, babe?

So, you say there's one more
goodie to sample?

Oh um, actually those are
for my contract

at Sharpetone Health Club.

Blackened cod balls in coriander
infused gram flour.

Thought you might like
to try one.

Oh, no thanks
I don't really like fish.

Oh, go on.
Just try it.

Um...

Hm.

It's like... the sea.

It's, it's like the sea
on holiday...

when I was little.

Never say never, Sonia darling.

Right.

Well... deffo stick cod balls
on our menu.

Although, could we call them
something a little less

anatomical maybe?

I am so sorry, Simon, but um,

I'm not gonna be catering
your wedding.

Look, if this is about money...

Oh, no. It's because there
isn't going to be a wedding.

Simon, every time you touch
Sonia she flinches.

You mention the word "wedding,"
and she looks like

a nervous whippet about to bolt
for the hills of Slough.

And of course,
she can't tell you

because everything's booked,
the flights for family

from India and Australia, plus
that non-refundable deposit

on your overpriced venue which,
you know, is a three-star hotel

pretending to be an Elizabethan
manor just because they have

fake beams and one very
depressed peacock in the garden.

- Mum!
- But...

It's much lonelier to be
in a bad marriage

than just... alone.

You'll thank me one day.

Of course,
I could be wrong. But...

Mm.

Fine.

Thank you, Mrs. Sidhu.

Hm!

Wow!

Why do you do this, mum?

- Do what?
- This.

Minding other people's business
and freaking them out

when you do.

Last week I caught Mrs. Ramgaria
from number 60

trying to hang garlic
above our door.

Well yeah, Mrs. Ramgaria
is an old boot

who thinks widows should
sit in a corner

crying"Hai Hai"
and waiting to die.

And, give me a hand with these,
will you?

Mum. Day off. Down time.

I, uh, thought your day off
was Thursday?

- They changed it.
- Hm.

Gig economy, innit?

No secrets in Slough with
the Illumin-aunties around.

You should know that by now.

It was a stupid job anyway!

Right. Well...

better find another one then.

Again. Now some help, please?

I blame you for this.

Two years I've been dealing
with our son on my own.

He wasn't like this
when you were around.

Actually, what am I saying,
he totally was a little sod.

Mum! Hurry up!

Laters, pops. Mum.

Widows United. Yay.

Here.

Morning.

♪ When you go to sleep
at night ♪

♪ And the stars
are shining bright ♪

♪ And your day has been
weary and long ♪

♪ Just know not far away ♪

♪ Someone will say
that they miss you ♪

♪ While you're away ♪

♪ I'm not one for sulking ♪

♪ Drowning in my tears ♪

♪ But I can't help
but feel a little blue ♪

♪ If it weren't me out there ♪

♪ In a big old blue sea ♪

♪ I'd be singing
the same song to you ♪

♪ I'll miss you
while you're... ♪

Morning, Tony.

I need every department
to do a thorough stock take.

Tony, are you listening to me?
We are losing money.

If we're aiming
for a global franchise,

you've got to speculate
to accumulate.

Excuse me, sorry, Mr. Sharpe.
I am a huge fan.

Thank you, erm...

Mrs. Sidhu, of
Sidhu's High Class

Catering, Slough and Environs.

I um... I actually did your Fat
To Fit In Twenty Days

webinar during lockdown.

Right.

- Sorry, Mrs. Singh.
- Sidhu.

You'll need to speak to Liz,
our restaurant manager.

You can wait over there.

Hm.

Later.

Auntie?
Ranibeti!

Oh! Look at you, you're so thin.
You're skin and bone!

Are you eating properly?
When are you getting married?

There, got all the auntie
schtick out of the way.

You are getting married!

- Aah!
- Ssssh!

Oh, my goodness! Who is he? He
better be good enough for you.

He is. His name is Rajesh.

God, it's been a bit of
a whirlwind.

We only met three months ago
but, we just fit.

Morning, Rani.
Hey.

His family's a bit traditional
but you know,

I'm not marrying them so?

Well, you already have a caterer
for your big day.

My gift to you. Aw!

Your mama would have been
so proud and happy.

Yeah. Shall I give you
a grand tour?

- Of course.
- Come on.

Our sauna.

Ooh, lovely, very clean.

But that bossy woman
with the laptop...

That's Wanda,
Tony's business partner.

She seems to think this place
was losing money.

You sure this is the right
career move?

Chill auntie.
I'm doing great.

You know who this is?

Oh, yeah.

Lori McKenzie, gold medallist.

Oh, I love her yoghurt ads.

"The Taste of The Alps
in a recyclable pot!"

Well, you are looking
at her new massage therapist.

Oh! That is wonderful!

She's here.

Rani.

Sorry, duty calls.

The kitchen's are straight
past the reception.

- Will you be alright?
- Oh, no, I'll find it.

- You go, I'll be fine.
- Okay. Okay.

Erm... I'm so sorry,
just give me a moment.

I'm sure I had it.

I'm so sorry.
Just a mistake.

Apologies.

It was here, it's always here.

I'm so sorry.

When did you
last have it?

I don't know
where it's gone.

Let me just check
behind the desk.

I'm so sorry,
I'll be right back.

Isn't there
a spare card?

I'm just checking.

I'm sorry,
you got a spare card?

Thanks.

Apologies.

Okay. Let's go.

Call the police!

Chief Inspector Burton, a word.

I'm just on way to
Sharpetone, sir--

Won't take long.

Firstly, good to
have you back, Pete.

Well it's...
it's good to be back, Al.

And, Sorry to hear about
you and Janine.

Ptch! Yeah.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- God no!

Thank Christ. Good man.

That's what counselling's for, apparently.

- We done?
- Uh, no.

- There's a second thing.
- A what?

After the firstly
I mentioned previously?

Right, cause I've got
two rapidly cooling

dead bodies that I need to
check on...

The chief doesn't want you
working on this one, Pete.

Um, he's still dealing with
the fall out after your last--

- Screw up.
- Case.

And screw up.

But, look.

I know, we all know, you were
under enormous pressure

and your sources let you down.

Yeah, so what is it?

- Report to traffic duty?
- No!

Report to double murder duty.

Sorry, um...

am I off the case, or on it?

On it! You just interrupted.

I was about to tell you
how I was fighting your corner

with the chief super and I stuck
my neck out for you but you...

Ruined it again. Yeah.

Well, shall I just go?

You're not much bothered
either way?

Right, you have
four options.

You can teach
at the police college.

Buy some slippers,
take early retirement.

Or stay on here and do a good
job at the job you once loved.

And the fourthly?

Do a crap job,
and you're out. We clear?

Crystal, sir.

Look, Pete.

I really am sorry about you
and Janine.

I met my second wife at 55.

So, never too late.

Already is.

So very tragic.
Did you know them?

No.

Yes.

What's it matter now?

Some big shot's arrived.
Should get things moving.

Sir, been covering for you.
All under control.

Yeah, I heard.
Thanks, serge.

Oh. Be careful,
don't mix them up.

I've introduced a new
colour coding system.

Brilliant. So what?

Red for stabbings
and blue for drowning?

No, I... Good one, sir.

Ah! You must be in charge.

I can always tell
when the boss arrives.

- Chief Inspector Burton.
- Wanda Norris.

When do you think we might get
back to normal?

This is all highly inconvenient
for our blue chip clients.

Yeah, murder is so socially
awkward, isn't it?

But we're gonna've to close the
building to the public today.

And you'll have to stick around
to make statements.

Right. Thank you, inspector.
I'll let everyone know.

Get everyone logged and
verified. You got time of death?

We're waiting on the
post-mortem results.

None in the gym.

Exclusive clientele.

Yeah, no one wants their
sweaty arse on YouTube.

No.

But there was a live-streamed
class on at the time.

Okay, get me the footage.
Get me a coffee.

Yes, sir. This way.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

Alright? No one puts the
baby in the coroner.

Evans!

What, they sent us Evans
for forensics?

Corner, coroner.

Ah. Ah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah.

Send me the most
in-experienced back up

and then watch me crash
and burn.

Hm.
Sir.

It was out of order how you took
the rap on our last job.

Everyone said so.
It's not gonna happen, again.

I won't let it.
So let's do this.

- Where's my coffee?
- It's coming, sir.

Forensics are done,
statements next.

- Statements?
- Oh, yeah.

The whole beautiful machine
in action.

Dan King. He's one of the
fitness instructors.

Comes in for a massage,
gets an unexpected haircut.

Has he been formally identified?

Yep. Wallet intact.
But still no sign of his phone.

The other victim is
Oscar Hernandez.

Night cleaner.
He hears a noise...

Comes in to see
what all the fuss is about...

Gets his own short back
and sides too.

You remember him, sir?

Oscar "Make My Day" Hernandez.

Foiled a mugging last December.

- Pensioner.
- Oh, yeah.

Christmas have-a-go hero.

But, no happy endings
this time. Hm?

Oh! It looks like King was
expecting his own happy ending.

Yeah, but the question is,
who else was involved?

Oh!

Somebody's not doing their job.

Ay. Blood stained
swipe entry card.

Although... some distance
from the bodies.

Dropped in a panic?

You don't have to swipe out,
only in.

Rani Toor.

Works at the spa.

Rani Toor.

Here's the list
of everyone who signed

into the spa last night.

Rani Toor was here.

Uh, no.
Rani was off sick yesterday.

Then why did she swipe in
at 8:59 last night?

- I don't know.
- Oh. What's this?

Oh, that came for
Rani yesterday.

Like I said,
she was off sick.

There's a gift card inside.
Addressed to Dan King.

Full house.

So, where do we find
Ms. Rani Toor?

Um, I can check the system,
see where she might be?

Why didn't you tell me
any of this?

- Because it doesn't make sense!
- Were you here last night?

Anyone could have nicked
my swipe card, auntie.

That's not what I asked you.

Can anyone help me find
a Mrs. Sidhu?

Stay here. I'll see
what I can find out.

Hi,
you must be Liz.

Hello, I'm Mrs. Sidhu.

I'm sorry to be joining you
on such a sad day.

You must still be in shock.

Do you know what happened?

No. No idea.

Oscar seemed like
such a nice man.

And Dan, well, Dan was Dan,

but neither of them
deserved this.

Well in the,
in the bad times,

good food is essential.

- These do look amazing.
- Thank you, Liz.

It's my Indian tapas. Less than
500 calories a plate.

- But not these I presume?
- Hah.

Sadly no. Indian sweets
intended for a wedding.

Hm, lovely.

You know, I'm sure we have met
somewhere before.

How long have you been
catering manager here?

A while.

Look, I'm supposed
to be helping Wanda,

and I'm meant to be getting that
inspector a coffee so--

I'll do it. You go, please.

I warn you,
I hear he's a grumpy sod.

Oh. I eat them for breakfast.
I'm sure we'll get along fine.

No, no, no, that'll be
fine. I'll be right back.

Oh!

What... am I covered in?

I am so sorry!
It's your coffee.

- It's my special turmeric latte!
- It's napalm.

Turmeric is a-is a natural
internal antiseptic,

it's very good
for blood pressure.

Yeah, well, it's not bloody
working is it?

And hangovers.

You are Chief Inspector Burton,
and I am Mrs. Sidhu,

caterer here
and Rani Toor's auntie.

Where is she?

Can we have a little chat first,
then I'll tell you in a minute?

Oh. And you really should soak
that shirt straight away.

Turmeric stains are
as stubborn as I am.

Can I just direct your attention
to that mop by the exit door?

No, you may not!

- Ah...
- Give me that!

I have known Rani her entire
life and she's not a murderer.

- Or a mopper, actually.
- Again with the mop.

Right, so Rani Toor
is your niece?

Oh. No, no.
I'm not her "auntie" auntie.

Her mother was my best friend.

It's a cultural thing?

Look, if-if Ms. Toor
has nothing to hide

then why is she so worried
about talking to me?

Clearly you didn't grow up brown
in West London, did ya?

Are you going to tell me
where she is?

Or do I have to arrest you
for obstruction?

Auntie, tell them
I didn't do anything!

- Inspector!
- Chief Inspector.

Chief Inspector,
you can't arrest someone

on coincidence and no evidence!

She's not arrested, yet.
But we have a lot to discuss.

Trace evidence, CCTV,
dodgy alibis.

And a small matter of massage
oils sent to the victim.

I never ordered that!

So, what's your "evidence,"
Mrs. Sidhu?

Ah! That doesn't involve mops?

But I can still help you.
I-I-I notice things.

I know people!

- Mint?
- Sir.

You ever see any TV shows
made in the 70's ?

Apparently, it was the golden
age of the quirky cop.

They had the cowboy detective,
and the fat detective--

- Plus sized now, sir.
- Yeah, whatever.

Now meet lady caterer detective.

This hot pot's delicious.
I confess. I done it.

Yeah, it sounds crazy
but it might just work.

Bye, Mrs. Sidhu.

And Ineverdo hotpots!

You're still here,
and you ate from

"Colonels Chuck Chuck
Chicken Cottage?"

Couldn't ask you to
cook again, mum.

Mainly 'cause you wasn't around.

Your cousin's in trouble.

Been taken to the police station.

What, Bunty?

Bitoo?

No, not Bally?

He won't last a day
in the nick.

- Not with his asthma.
- Rani!

- Oh. Pretend cousin.
- Eh, No! She'slikefamily.

And she needs our help.
Don't you care?

Tez!

There's always someone that
needs your help, isn't there?

Whether they want it or not.

And we both need our space.

One of us has to be
the bigger person here.

So to recap,
you said you were home alone

the night Dan King died?

You took a sick day?

Like I said, it was the office
party the night before.

Felt a bit weird that day.

Really rough.

Happens, doesn't it?

Massage oil addressed
to the victim,

Dan King, from you.

Your swipe card,
found at the murder scene.

And your scissors,
found buried in the chest

of Oscar Hernandez's.

Does that just happen too?

I told you,
I didn't order that oil.

And why wouldn't I have given it
to him that day if I had?

Those scissors are kept
in the massage room,

and I lost my swipe card.

Okay, interview
with Ms. Rani Toor

terminated at 10:54 p.m.

Yes?

Ms. Toor, I'm gonna need you to
come back in tomorrow

at 10:00 a.m. sharp to discuss
further evidence.

Can I have my phone back?

Afraid not, no.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I don't know what to do.

But I know what you'd do.

Sorry, you did mean
go and save Rani, yeah?

Yeah, I...
That's what I thought.

I was just checking.
Okay, night.

I've been so worried, and why
are you on your friends phone?

What happened?

New evidence?

What? Oh, look,
just a, gimme a second.

Tez!

Breakfast! I'm going!

Do you want me to come with you?

I really need to talk to that
Inspector Burton anyway.

If he'll listen.

No, I don't mind.

Rani?

Hello? R...

Lori, listen,
please, please!

No! You listen.

I've got my last European
championship coming up,

how am I supposed to focus with
all this going on?

I was just saying to Wanda,

how we realise our sponsorship
deal with you

is not nearly generous enough.

- Tony!
- Wanda.

Hi,
you've reached Amelie Cox.

I can't get to the phone
but leave me a message.

Sorry, this place
is a mess.

Oscar was meant to clean it
yesterday. But...

You mean Oscar was supposed
to do it the day he died?

Yeah. We're down to
one cleaner now.

I've brought the wrong
box up, excuse me.

Five, six, seven...

Oh, no! Oh, I am so sorry.

That was totally my fault.

Let me help you! Uh...?

Claudia.

Oh, go on then.
Grab those towels over there?

I'm, ah, Mrs. Sidhu.

Chef, caterer and new here.

So, um, I was wondering...

I've got a class to teach in
here! Get a move on, will you?

Oh! Avoid that pillock.

- We call him Angry Bird.
- I see.

And he's a shedder.
Look at that.

That's just from his
running machine.

It's like cleaning up
after a bear.

Hm! Oh, yes, I know, yuck.

My husband had a back
like a welcome mat.

So, um, the other night...

I work days.

But you heard
about our night cleaner?

Poor Oscar. Hard worker.

He was studying accountancy
in his spare time.

He was a book-keeper
in Columbia apparently.

Hm, and did you notice
anything different

last time you saw him?

No. Well, it's a silly thing.

- Yes?
- He had a new keyring.

It looked like a,
a naff little plastic skeleton.

But he was showing it off
to everyone.

I know he needed money
to get his nephew

and sister out of Colombia,

he said that keyring
was his lucky charm.

- A new keyring?
- Yes.

- In the shape of a skeleton?
- Hm.

Fascinating. Anything else?

What about his cleaning routine?

Anything he did different
that fateful night?

Oh, I don't know.
Wanda does the rotas.

Oh, and I imagine
she's very approachable.

Nah. She's a cow. Anyway,

I'm gonna change this water.

'Scuse me.

Now it's obvious, Ms. Toor,
from your phone records

that you were in an intimate
relationship with Dan King.

Why didn't you think
to mention this?

We split up
about four months ago.

I dumped him because
he was cheating on me.

He came back to mine
late one night, drunk and...

I just knew.

The famous female intuition?

That and the love bites
on his chest,

and the lipstick on his boxers.

He couldn't even remember
who she was.

I didn't think
our history was relevant.

Not relevant?

That you were an ex-lover of one
of the murder victims?

I know, I should have
said something.

I just... wanted to wipe that
bit of my life.

I'm engaged now. I'm happy.

- Finally.
- Congratulations.

Well, maybe you can explain
these text messages

sent to Dan King,
by you a mere eight weeks ago?

"How could you do this,
you bastard?"

"Can't believe you,
you scumbag!"

"Tosser."

"I could kill you."

♪ I want to feel a good time ♪

Mate, if you spent as much time
on your abs as you did your hair

you'd maybe be half as fit
as Krissie.

Your girlfriend is fit.

I'll tell you what,
I've got about an hour

until my next client, how about
you come and help me

work off these extra pounds?

That's more like it.

Dickhead.

Amelie, we have ten listed
on the invoice

and there are only seven here.

Where are the other three?

- Err...
- Wanda, is it?

Yes, what?

I can see I've caught you
at a bad time.

I do apologise.

I-I'm not having
a great day myself.

Actually, it's...

it's coming up to my mother's
death anniversary so...

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Thank you.

I think I'm just gonna go home

and cuddle my big old
stupid cat.

- I'm more of a dog person.
- Oh, me too.

My cat's stupid but my dog,

he, he always knows
when I need a bit of puppy love.

I lost my mum last year.

That's when I got Spartacus.

Oh, ho! Adorable!

- Double time?
- Yeah.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

Hm. So, on that day...

Oscar's shift was moved later
to accommodate

Tony's live gym class with L.A.

- Hm.
- Why do you want to know?

Just fancied myself
as a bit of a detective.

Stick to cooking.
You're brilliant at that.

Everybody glide.
Glide, glide!

Glide to the beat.
That's it!

With me! Yes! Come on!

Now you're not telling us
something, Ms. Toor,

and unless you start
to talk...

Yes?

For the tape, DS Mint has
entered the room.

I am DS Mint entering the room.
Sorry to interrupt, sir.

I need to ask Rani
a couple of questions.

How did Dan get on
with Preston?

- Why do you ask?
- It's in my job description.

Peas in a pod.

Two laddy lads together.

Actually, Dan tried it on
with Krissie once.

Preston hated that.

So, would you say Preston Jones
was jealous of the victim?

He threatened to punch Dan.

Anyone who even looked at her.

Did he?

Sir, I need to speak
to you outside.

The live-stream footage shows

Dan King leaving the class
halfway through.

And Preston Jones following
shortly afterwards.

Okay.

Right, we go back to the gym,
we talk to Preston.

De Vries wants a report
by the end of today,

and at the moment
we've got nothing.

This could be good.

Let her go and tell her
not to go far.

Yes, sir.

Come on! Harder!

Not man enough for this, no?

Can't cut it can you, T?

You're all talk
and no jockstrap.

- Inspector!
- Not you, not now.

Preston Jones, where?

- Um...
- Come on.

I think I saw him go
to the gym with Tony.

- This way?
- Yes. Straight down there.

No!

- Jesus Christ!
- No. Oscar Hernandez.

In case you hadn't heard,
he's dead.

And if he wasn't,
he'd be in prison.

- What's this?
- It's a memory stick.

It's a stick
with memory on it.

Thank you for clearing that up.
If you'll excuse me.

Wanda has a similar one
for the accounts system here.

She's frantic that stock
keeps going missing.

This one belonged to
Oscar Hernandez.

He needed money to get his
family over from Columbia.

I think he was stealing
from the gym,

and the evidence is on here.

And I think...

you need to get a life,
Mrs. Sidhu.

Yeah!

Never mind, mate.
It happens.

Not to me. But it happens.

Are you alright?

Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.

Good. We need to talk.

Follow me. Chop chop.

So...

you told us you were
in the live-stream class

the night Dan King died.

Now what you failed
to mention...

how...

What you failed to mention
was the fact

that you left the class
halfway through,

not long after Dan King did.

Yeah, well,
I went to the toilet.

For half an hour?

What? Problem with the Lycra?

Yeah, alright, okay? I left
the class to meet up with Rani.

We've been having a thing but I
arranged to meet her

that night to break it off.

Okay so, you lied to the police

during a double murder investigation

to cover up an affair?

Didn't want Krissie to find out.

She's my whole world.
Alright?

If she found out,
she'd leave me.

Yeah, well,
she's gonna find out

when you testify in court,
isn't she?

Which I presume you would do?

- Uh, yeah.
- Okay. That's it.

I need to go.
I'll be in touch.

Seriously? Beard like that,
two women on the go?

Plus, lying through his teeth.

Yeah. Half an hour to break up?

In my experience,
twenty seconds tops,

and that includes the begging.

Speak to Rani.

See is she'll confirm his
alibi which she will do,

because they're both
hiding something.

On it.

Mmm.

You're right.

Oscar was hacking
our system, look here,

makes it look like he
ordered ten rowing machines,

we actually only ordered seven,

he pockets the
nine grand difference.

As I understand it, he was
trying to get his family

out of Colombia.

No excuse.
Little toe-rag.

I came from nothing,
look at me now.

Well, it's good to hear you
remember what that feels like.

I've been tracking
this for months.

You solve it in a day.
Inspector, you're a genius.

Well, I-I-I don't
know about that.

Neither do I.

I mean, obviously the inspector
knows that all good police work

is team work, isn't it?

Sorry, Mrs. Sidhu,
do you need to be in here?

What did you say to the police?

They're seriously thinking
I'm a suspect now, Preston.

I'm sick of this. I'm telling
them what happened that night.

Yeah, well, I presume
I don't have to remind you

why you can't do that?

Besides, you should
be thanking me.

I told them we were together.

What?

Yeah, I said we were
doing the dirty

and we met up to break it off.

So you're fine.

Just don't mess it up now, yeah?

Hey, babe!

No, just some
routine questioning.

Yeah, it's all done,
it's all fine...

What did Rani say?
Ah, you were right.

She confirmed Preston's alibi.

Said they were both nervous

about their other
halves finding out.

Nervous enough to risk
going down for murder?

Nah. Doesn't fly.

Why are they protecting
each other?

Anything back from post-mortem?

Yep. Dan King had
five deep stab wounds.

Not easy with a pair
of scissors.

Right, so someone was pretty
passionate about hurting him.

- Have you found King's phone?
- Not at the moment.

But the killer's had
plenty of time to dump it.

But Rani's texts were
pretty hard core.

Uh, bitter dumped ex.

Yeah, we all say things
we regret later.

Anyway, it's circumstantial.

My gut is saying
Rani didn't do it.

And my guts, as we know,
should shut the hell up.

The super? Four missed call...
Shouldn't you take that?

No. Let's get back
to the station.

Here you go, darling.

Masala chai.

The ginger helps nerves
and digestion.

Thank you.

You know, trapped truth
is like trapped wind.

It will always find a way out,

usually at the most
inconvenient time.

In a crowded lift. Or once in
a seniors yoga class in my case.

You still haven't told me why
the police called you in again?

Auntie...

I was here.

The night of the murders.
But not in the spa.

- I was... I met up with--
- Preston. I know.

You know?

My mum was right,
you are a witch.

And you have always had such
terrible taste in men, Rani.

Honestly, you've got a whole
biscuit box to choose from

and you go for the stale
custard cream,

and those horrible ones
that look like they've got

dead flies in them.

- Garibaldi?
- Yeah, that's the one.

Sorry, who's
the Garibaldi here?

Dan! Dan King is the Garibaldi!

You think I'm double dunking?

Well, triple dunking
if you count Rajesh.

I'm-I'm sorry.
I'm just asking...

No.

You're assuming.

Just like everyone else
in Slough.

You know, I've-I've
had it for years.

"Look at that Rani,
no parents, not married,

running around living a,
a life."

'Course I'd have two,
three blokes on the go, right?

Even though I'm engaged now, to
a nice boy from a good family,

and that's still not enough
to make me respectable?

No. I...I didn't mean...

You know, most of the
burned witches

were just independent,
single women.

I thought you'd know
what it feels like

to be judged and condemned.

I do.

I'm sorry.

And I believe you.

But, there's still something
you are not telling me.

So tell me. Please.

It's complicated.

- I can't think!
- But you must.

The police have got no firm
suspects and they will be back.

Is there anywhere you can
lay low for a few days?

- With somebody you can trust?
- Oh...

Maybe. With my friend Amelie.

But the police told me
to stay put.

You leave Inspector Burton
to me.

Okay?

Inspector.
You wanted evidence.

Not that you deserve this,
but it's all in there.

This is a recipe for crab korma.

Read the rest.
Oh, don't be so stubborn.

Come on, inspector, it is
just an hour of your time.

And we both know that
you owe me.

- Fine. One hour.
- Great. It's not far.

I'll drive.

Sir, you're not seriously
hot footing it

with the crazy hotpot lady?

Mint, sometimes, if you
want someone to shut up,

you've got to
listen to 'em first.

Belt up!

Here we are.

You can stay
as long as you like.

Thanks, Amelie.

- It's just been so crazy.
- I know.

I don't have my clothes.
I need my things.

Hey. Don't risk it.

- I'll drive to your flat.
- Would you?

- 'Course.
- Thanks so much, Amelie.

You and my auntie
are the only people

who have got my back right now.

Yeah, thanks.

Listen...

everyone knew
what Dan was like.

I didn't do it.

Of course.

Okay.

Bear with me for
just a minute, inspector.

I-I just want to
show you something

I've been thinking about.

So... inspector.

Uh-huh.

What makes you think
this was a crime of passion?

Well, Dan King had five deep
stab wounds to the chest

and the heart area, so,
I'd say jealousy's a motive.

Maybe, yeah. But how about...

So normally, Oscar starts his
cleaning routine in the gym,

but that night the class runs
late, so he starts in the spa.

He hears a noise, he rushes
towards the treatment room.

Oh, but no,
he's still holding his mop.

So he puts the mop up against
the treatment room door,

rushes inside and...

But we know
the mop was at the back door.

- Not the treatment room door.
- Mm-mm.

I know it was by the
treatment room door.

Because there was a stain.

So who moved the mop?

Right, so they didn't want
to leave footprints so,

the killer mopped behind
them as they left, yeah, so?

So, do these sound like
the actions of a young woman

who has just killed her lover
in moment of rage?

Move the carrom board, please.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
I don't have time to eat.

Oh, don't be silly.
Food isn't just fuel.

It's history. It's memory.
It's communication.

And, it's getting cold. So eat.

Tom Yum soup with lemongrass,
fresh ginger and shrimp.

And you will love it.

A career in the police
never appealed?

It might have once
upon a time, but...

my mother was widowed
when I was 13,

so my life choices and my
world changed overnight.

But I would say that our jobs
are quite similar, inspector.

Oh yeah?

Do you know what my
favourite Ted Talk is?

- Mmm?
-"The Brain In Our Gut."

Also known as the
enteric nervous system.

Two thin layers of a hundred
million nerve cells

in our gastric tract.

That is brain cells
in our stomachs.

And they need good food
to work properly.

And they speak to us.
All the time.

Nausea when you're nervous, butterflies

when you fall in love,
cramps when you fall out again.

I think it's where
intuition lives.

I mean, there's a reason
it's called gut instinct right?

- Good chefs have it.
- And good coppers too.

- And the worst thing we can do--
- Is ignore it... yeah.

- Apple crumble cake?
- Oh, no, no, not for me.

No, I really, really have to go.

Oh. Okay, um, well,
let me drop you somewhere.

No! Please.

Um... I prefer to walk. But,
thank you, Mrs. Sidhu. Thanks.

Oh, um, inspector you,
you forgot something...

Took your time.

- You searched Dan King's locker?
- Yeah. Nothing in it.

In fact, there was nothing
of his in the whole club.

Right, and that didn't
strike you as strange?

Yeah. It is.

- Have you been eating garlic?
- Just drive, sergeant.

Back to the gym.

Oh.

Ah!

So Dan King was
leaving then, was he?

What makes you think
that, inspector?

Well, all his personal
effects removed.

Him being replaced
on the "Elite" programme.

You don't kill someone
for being a prat.

Least I wouldn't. If I did,
I'd be topping people all day.

Anyway, I was on stage
almost the whole time.

Yeah. Almost being the
operative word.

I went to get
some water.

What did you fall out over?
Women?

Seems to be the
running theme here.

I sacked Dan.
His extra curricular activities

were becoming embarrassing.

Inspector, if we want
to terminate someone,

we go to human resources.

Sir, we've found
Dan King's phone.

Rani sent a message
asking him to meet her

at the spa the night he died.

Right. Where can I find
Rani Toor now, please?

- Oh, she's gone.
- She what? When?

About lunchtime.
Same time as you.

I'll get officers
to check her flat.

I've been played, haven't I?
Tom Yum soup and carrom board!

I bloody fell for it!

Oh, good. Tez, you're not going
back to yours tonight are you?

Can't live without me, innit?

Well, as you begged so nicely.

Good, because I am way behind
on this Sharpetone order,

so you can start by chopping
those onions, please?

They make me cry.

And everything you
cook makes me smell.

Doesn't stop you
eating it, does it?

All your life I have stood in
this kitchen cooking for you,

and you can't even boil an egg.

What's that say about you?

I hate eggs. Always have.

They give me the runs.

What does that say
about you, mum?

I'll get my things.

Inspector, has there been
a development in the case?

Mrs. Sidhu, I am arresting
you for perverting

the course of a police enquiry.

Oh, don't be silly!

What's going on?

Oh, don't forget to turn the gas
off under the daal!

Your supper is under foil
by the bread bin!

Take the foil off
before you put it in the oven.

Forty minutes, 160 fan.

Where is Rani Toor?

- Where did she go?
- Rani has got alibi!

Preston told you!

Well, we have reason
to believe that

Ms. Toor's gonna meet Dan
at the spa the night he died.

And we have evidence.

Ever since we met,
you've been leading me

a merry dance, haven't ya?

Mops.

Keyrings.

Accounts. Soup.

She didn't do it. I know it.
And so you do, in your guts.

You're letting the
real killer get away.

Well, now I know how you drove
your husband to a heart attack.

Or maybe you just drove
him to the shops, yeah,

yeah, that'll do the trick.

And your wife left you.

and now your best friend
lives in a bottle!

Wake up before it's too late.

You tell me where she is.

Why don't you lock her up, Mint?

Yeah, let's see how a night in
the cells refreshes that memory.

- Sir?
- Do it.

Arterial fat. That's what
killed my husband.

You might want to get that
blood pressure checked out.

Nothing much changes.

Nothin' in here!

Now you lock me in, daddy!

You've been inside before?

In and out my whole life.

Prefect day.

- How're you?
- Hey.

Oh, hiya.

- Hi...
- It's, uh, Amelie.

I, uh, I spilled drinks
on you at the works do?

But I sent flowers
to say sorry.

- Oh, was that you?
- Did they not put a card in it?

I literally told them
to send one.

- I'm so sorry!
- No, it's okay.

Just another excuse for
Preston to do his nut.

I'm so sick of it.

Yeah, but you two though, you're
like, perfect Insta couple...

Yeah. Exactly. We're
a brand. But only as a pair.

So guess I'm stuck with
him for now, right?

Joking. Obvs.

Yeah, it's fine. Everyone's
pretty on edge at the moment.

- Mmm. Mm-hmm.
- So awful what's happened.

You know, the police have been
interviewing Rani for hours?

Have they? Huh.

That explains why Preston's
been sniffing round her.

Always finds the damsels
in distress.

Yeah, but she really is though.

Poor girl, everyone's
gossiping about her,

she probably lost her job.

And she's always suffered
with depression.

I'm pretty worried about
her to be honest...

I had no idea.

That sucks.

Alright, that's it.
Self-care time.

Now that we can
finally use the spa again.

- I'm gonna have a seaweed wrap.
- Yeah?

Yeah.
Ah, sounds like a great idea.

Me too,
and a hot stone massage.

Ooh.

And one of those Elemis
Frangipangy sets from the shop.

For both of us.
My treat.

What? Amelie,
can you afford this?

Listen, occasionally, daddy
picks up a few treats for me

and my friends, so... shall we?

Sir. I don't think you should
have locked Mrs. Sidhu up.

Why not? She's been
doing my job. Badly.

And I think you need to
see this.

Chief Inspector Burton!
My office. Now!

You have been avoiding me.

And now our main suspect
Rani Toor, has somehow

managed to disappear!

Care to tell me
who screwed up?

Yeah, me. My misjudgement.

Size 11, sir.

- What?
- Slippers.

If I'm to step down,
I may as well

have the appropriate footwear.

Resignation accepted.

Ah, God. You were once
a very good cop, Pete.

I hoped you would get a last
chance to show it.

I thought I put the
"do not disturb" sign out.

- You're free to go.
- Of course I am.

And how am I supposed
to get home?

I'll give you a lift.

Well, you better take me straight

to the health club, inspector.

Thanks to you, I've lost
my pay-check and my contract.

Look, I had no idea
who your father was.

- Mm-hm.
- He was a legend.

Why didn't you say something?

Because my father taught me

justice is blind
and carries scales.

No favours because
of who you are.

Well, you won't get any from me.

- Did you read it?
- Hm.

Yeah, I'd like to say it
was a complete

train wreck of insane gibberish.

- Oh.
- But I can't.

True, there are random flights
of speculation.

And too many pointless recipes.

Having said that, there are some
genuine moments of inspiration.

Thank you. I think.

Has it changed your mind
about my niece?

Well, it looks like the case
will be passed over.

I-I'm moving on, elsewhere.

I am genuinely sorry about Rani.

Well. It's not over yet.
And I'm not giving up on her.

- Didn't think you would.
- But, I'm sorry you're leaving.

You're a good man and I don't
often say that to blokes

who've locked me up.

Oh, my word.

I've been so stupid.

- I wouldn't say stupid--
- Yeah, I've-I've got to go.

Unbelievable.

These look delicious, Tez.

Go on,
give it a try then.

- Are you mad?
- Oi, what you doing?

Better than prison food.

I'm so sorry, I thought I
saw a fly on your cod ball.

All okay?

All great as usual.

I mean, you...
you cooked all of this?

It's easy. Dunno why you make
it look so complicated.

- Uh-huh.
- What were you arrested for?

Mental driving
in an offensive cardigan?

No! I was,
I was trying to help Rani.

Ah, she's one
pretend cousin too far.

Still. Least I got
myself a bad ass mum.

Yeah, well, don't get any ideas.

One "badass" in the family
is quite enough.

Liz, I have remembered.

You are Liz Claydon, body
builder of the year 2016?

- Why didn't you tell me?
- To be honest Mrs. Sidhu.

I don't like to talk about it.

It wasn't a good time,
the pressure, the drugs.

I made a choice to look
after myself and move on.

I couldn't end up like
the people here, like Preston.

I'm surprised he's not rattling

the amount of steroids
he must be on.

Yeah, he's a bit extra.

Thank you, Liz.

And you are beautiful
because you've survived.

We all need to hear that.

You move quickly, Krissie.
Nice work though! Aim high!

- Bed the boss, yeah!
- What is the matter with you?

We just talking!

- Jog on, Preston.
- Yeah, chill, Preston.

You're an embarrassment.

Preston! Stop it!

Do you want some?!

- Do you want some?!
- Okay!

Tony!

- Come on then!
- Preston! Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!
Someone stop them!

Or do something! Somebody call
someone! Please, Preston!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Don't touch my head!

Don't!
Okay, okay, okay!

What's that?
What's that? Get off!

No, Krissie!
What is that?

Don't look!
It's from his head!

- What is that?
- What's happened to you?

- Krissie, I love you!
- Love? You don't love me!

You disgust me.
And you scare me!

Hair loss. Aggression. Paranoia.

All side effects...

from steroids.

What does that explain
the jealousy? Gas-lighting?

Messing around
with Rani?

All Rani was doing that night
was helping me fix my hair.

Dying my greys.

Okay?

We've been doing it regularly.

To help me feel normal!

So she was fixing your hair
the night of the murder?

Oh, my God.

What, you knew that girl
was innocent?

And you were gonna let her take
the rap, because of your hair?

Okay, can we calm down?
Mint, squad car, ASAP.

Give me that!

You are gonna watch while I wipe
every bit of me from your phone.

We are done!

Tell Rani the good news
and get her home. Okay?

- Okay. On it.
- Preston?

Why did Rani protect you?

What did you threaten her with?

Oh, my God.

I think I know.

- Show me.
- It's Dan and Rani. Disgusting.

Looks like blackmail,
Mr. Jones.

- Spread the word, okay?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Blackmail and perverting
the course of justice.

Good work, inspector.

Shame you couldn't find
the actual murderer.

Go out with a bang,
rather than a whimper.

This is all so toxic for
my reputation...

my legacy.

I can't stay, Tony. I'm sorry.

- Lori, please.
- Come on.

I have to think of my fans here.

I represent hope to them.

I want them to care
about themselves,

not pump themselves
full of drugs.

I hear you.

I hear you.

- Why isn't Rani picking up?
- Yep.

The Tez-meister saved the day.

It's funny,
if I still had my old job

I would have
been working nights.

Lucky for you,
my schedule changed.

What?

He changed his routine
to collect blackmail money.

Oscar was the one
who was lured to the spa!

Thank you, Tez!

The hair, mum? Cuh.

Tez! What's the biggest
fear of your life?

Aliens.

Not alien invasion, but
literally the film "Aliens"

will be rebooted
by a second rate director.

I think the biggest fear in
anyone's life is not being seen

and not being loved.

Rani needs me now,
and I have to go.

But what about all the food?

I mean, it shouldn't,
it's nearly done, you just

turn the oven
off in ten minutes,

and turn thebhajis
in the fryer in two.

But I can't do all that
without a recipe.

Tez, you got this. I see you.

- And I love you.
- Go!

- Do your thing, mum.
- Okay.

With my compliments.

- Burton.
- Inspector?

Oh, thank God, don't resign yet,

you are gonna to
want to hear this.

Sidhu, are you driving?

Yes, and I've just realised.
I have made a huge mistake.

- What, just the one?
- Oscar didn't get in the way.

He was always
the intended victim.

He wasn't forced to
change his routine.

He changed it deliberately.

Mirror, signal,
manoeuvre and continue.

Tony is spending
money like it's water,

and someone is exploiting it
to pass off bogus invoices

and pocket the money.

But to keep it up, they need
two sets of accounts.

One for the audit
kept on a memory key,

and one black set
on a second memory key.

But, oh, no, they lose
their memory stick.

Who's gonna find it?
The cleaner, of course.

Now Oscar can't pull off
a complex fraud but he knows

when he's looking
at black accounts.

He needs money to bring his
family over from Colombia,

so now he's got
leverage to make some,

by blackmailing the fraudster.

Next morning, he makes sure
everyone gets a look

at his fancy new keyring.

It's bait for whoever's
fiddling the numbers.

And it's not long
before he gets a bite

a text asking him
to meet in the spa.

Right, so he arranges a late
night meet up at the spa!

Yes, yes, Oscar is
the intended victim,

but the killer has a plan to
frame someone else, Rani,

so they want Dan to
look like the target.

The killer gets hold
of Rani's phone,

sends Dan a text inviting him
for a private massage,

the next night, and deletes
the text straight after

so she won't see it.

Right, so someone
must've spiked Rani's drink

at the works party,
which meant

she wouldn't be
at work the next day

and wouldn't bump into Dan.

Exactly, inspector!
So Dan turns up ready for fun.

Oscar arrives, hears his screams,

charges in and gets
the same treatment.

So the stage is set,
a womaniser, a jealous lover,

and a good Samaritan
who got in the way.

But Oscar has
taken some

precautions of his own.

He's hidden the memory stick.

So who had access to the
accounts and Rani's phone,

and who is living a life
beyond their apparent means?

And who did Dan cheat
with on Rani?

Thanks, Amelie.
Thank God this is over.

I have a little surprise
for you inside.

- Oh, okay.
- No, allow me.

Still got your keys!

Always the quiet ones.
Where is she?

Should be at
Rani's flat by now.

I'm nearly there.
What?

No, no, you wait for back up.
Sidhu? Mint! Car, now!

Yes, sir!

Oh, my God.

Amelie.

I do love your
sound system by the way.

Feel like we need
some music, you know?

Get me in the zone.
I really like this one.

What is all this?

Amelie!

Hey! Stop it!

Amelie, look, I like you.
But, not in this way.

Oh, you really love
yourself, don't you?

What?

No wonder you couldn't
stop stealing money.

- Me?
- A little here, a little there.

So you could have
a few nice things.

None of this stuff is mine,
it's yours.

Your dad buys it for yo...

There is no dad, is there?

But it's all caught up
with you now, hasn't it?

The debts, the police,
and the final nail...

Dan cheating on you.

You?

God,
what a let down he was.

- Literally.
- You?

You were the one night stand
with Dan?

Amelie, you need help.

No, Rani, you do.

Everybody knows you're suicidal.

Mainly because
I keep telling them.

I-I rushed over to tell
you, you're in the clear.

But you know you did it.

And you just can't cope
with the guilt.

Such a shame I didn't get here
in time, before...

you slashed your wrists.

No!

I'm outside Rani's flat now.

- Help! Help!
- Who's that?

- Rani?
- Look, wait there.

Do not go in!

- The door's locked!
- Good.

You've got a spare
key, haven't ya?

Sidhu? Mrs. Sidhu!

Foot down.

No!

And the good news is, me
and Krissie are friends now.

And your tragic suicide is
gonna bring us even closer.

I'm not armed.

- Auntie!
- I...I-I just want to talk.

Sorry, what is this?

- Super-Gran to the rescue?
- Love it.

What you gonna do,
curry me into submission?

Yeah... Yeah, I grew up
pretending to laugh

at jokes like that.

I-I mean, it's exhausting
isn't it, Amelie?

Being so desperate to fit in,
like using your lunch money

to buy friends
in the playground.

I used to do that too,
but, you know,

when the money runs out,
so do the friends.

- So you had to keep going.
- Just... just stop, old lady.

- Just, stop.
- Don't, auntie. Stay there.

Oscar, he was a single blow,
but Dan, wow,

that-that must have been tough.

Five deep angry wounds,
how did you make it

look like a crime of passion?

How did Dan react when he saw
that it was you and not Rani?

He didn't even recognise you.
Another invisible woman.

Oh, sweetheart.
I'm so sorry.

- Just get back!
- Leave her alone!

Get out of my head, "auntie."

This is why
Rani's gonna kill you.

And then, kill herself

because you just
wouldn't shut up!

Okay, drop it.
Drop the knife.

Get it! Wait, wait, wait!

Mint, are you okay?

Think I caught my coccyx
on landing,

but otherwise, fine, sir.

Okay, take her away.

Amelie Cook, you have
the right to remain silent.

Here. Take that.

- Nice one, Mint. Good work.
- Thanks, sir.

Don't touch me!

So why didn't you tell me

that Preston was blackmailing
you with that, his film?

You saw it.

Dan liked to record
his conquests.

Send them to his
grubby little friends.

Like Preston.

I didn't even know
I was being filmed.

Preston said he'd put it online
if I didn't keep his secrets.

Rajesh would have seen it,
his family, everyone.

So you would rather be charged
with murder than let a man--

Slut shame me. Yeah.

My God. Well, what does that
say about us all?

Now you listen to me, if
Rajesh judges you for this,

he is not man enough for you.

The shame is theirs, not yours.

Never ours... okay?

- It's Rajesh.
- Go, go.

Hi, babe.

- Calm down. Calm down.
- God, please get off me!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

I haven't done
anything wrong!

'I haven't done anything!
I haven't done anything!'

- Well, that was, uh...
- Our first collar together!

How exciting was that?!

Unbelievable.

- Cheers, see you at the station.
- See you there, sir.

Nooo!
Congratulations, Pete!

So uh, what changed
your mind about leaving?

It feels good to get
the win again, sir.

Ah!

What's this? Codename "Soup"?

Hmm. It's a new source
which I can't reveal for now.

Right, well, I look forward
to when you do.

Welcome back, inspector. Again.

'm Lori McKenzie,
three time gold medalist,

inviting you on
our exciting new initiative.

But first, let me introduce you

to Sharpetone's brand
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I'm Liz Claydon,
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It's about taking a step
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Go for a jog, take a walk,
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that's sustainable

Whatever your level.

Cut. Well done, that was great.

♪ Take a chance out with me
until the sunrise... ♪

So this is both of
your faults really.

You left me at 13,
made me stronger.

You left me at 55 and even
though it hurt like hell,

you set me free.

Is it okay to say that
I finally like it?

If I can pull you away from the
cupboard of death for a moment?

- Shrine, if you don't mind.
- Whatever.

Now the screen's frozen.
Something's burning.

And my sheets need changing.
You coming?

Great to have a man
about the place again.

Night-night.