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We're so excited.

I can't tell you.

This one hadn't even started school when

I put my name on the list.

Well, those who wait.

You bagged a good one, too, one of the larger plots.

Graham ran it before.

His was the envy of the lots.

This way.

Fertile soil.

You see?

Kudos on your sales pitch.

This is--

Unbelievably shit.

Argh.

You know they hire machines for this?

Ah, stop complaining.

It's character building.

If you're building a character with a crooked back.

Mum, look.

Some clothes in the ground.

What is it?

What treasure have you found?

We'll need to take fingerprints and DNA

for elimination purposes.

Did either of you touch the remains?

No.

Mum called the police straight away.

I should have seen the signs.

It's obvious now.

The lack of couch grass, the proliferation of brambles,

the low numbers of taraxacum.

Biological remains increase pH and salt

levels, which kills off vegetation,

duly encouraging toxins.

The wet, fertile soil accelerates

decomposition rates.

Ah.

Mum's a botany expert.

Oh, well, botanical horticulturalist.

Yeah, but he was looking at you

like you put the bones there to see what would happen.

I'm betting my house that's who it turns out to be.

Doherty. First name?

Graham.

Graham Doherty, previous plot owner.

He hasn't responded to my calls or emails for months.

And do you know how hard it is to get a plot up here?

I have a waiting list as long as my arm.

Just to be clear--

What I always say.

Best way to move up that list, knock

off one of the plot holders.

The trays.

Max, stay on the trays.

Poor chap.

Close-range gunshot to the front of the skull.

Exit hole at the rear.

We haven't found a bullet, so maybe not killed here.

You were right about it being male.

What was your tell?

The ilium, the pubic arch, pelvic brim?

He was wearing a tie.

Has he been here long?

It's hard to be exact.

The wet, fertile soil accelerates

decomposition rates.

Uh, yes.

The date of burial will be difficult to work out.

And there's too much bacterial contamination of DNA.

And forensic traces have most likely degraded,

but we're taking samples.

We've got a find.

One minute.

There.

This is chest pocket?

Yeah.

A wallet.

Antony Paulson, Whistler Tower SW10.

Well, Mr. Paulson, let's see if we can find out how

you ended up here, shall we?

Oh.

Amber?

Who's Amber?

What?

I'm a detective, naturally observant.

Oh, is that it?

Well?

Don't laugh.

I've signed up to a dating site.

Why would I laugh at that?

That's brilliant.

It was peer pressure.

My aunt badgered me into it.

God forbid I should be allowed to like things

the way they are.

That's how we met.

Ants was Royal Artillery.

I was Catering Corps.

Are you sure it's him?

We've yet to make a formal identification.

But we found Mr. Paulson's wallet on the body.

Oh, god.

I'm sorry, but we have to ask.

When did you last see Antony?

Oh, not for a while.

We broke up.

It must be February last year.

We had a blazing row, and he packed his bags.

Did you keep in touch?

No.

I haven't seen him since.

What was the row about?

Oh, something, nothing.

We both said the wrong things.

Was Antony involved in any criminal activity

that you know of?

Not while we were together.

But after, when he was on the streets.

He was sleeping rough?

Actually, that's the last time I saw him.

A couple of weeks after he moved out,

a mate said he saw Ants down by Chelsea Bridge.

I went down there.

I told him he could move back in here

until he got back on his feet.

This was March, yes?

I went back about a month later to try again,

but they said he'd moved on.

Did they say where he went?

He talked about having some farm work lined up in Kent,

so I assumed he was there.

This past year, whenever I've thought of him,

I've pictured him on a farm, working in the open air,

healthy, happy.

Oh, god!

Better than the reality, eh?

Are you sure?

These are not the remains of Antony Paulson.

But the wallet?

According to Paulson's army medical records, in 2016,

he was injured in a car bomb explosion in Kabul.

Fractured his arm, dislocated hip, four broken ribs,

and shrapnel shattered his left tibia,

requiring a titanium rod.

Unequivocally, this is not him.

Male, , 30 to 50 years old.

Not at all per likeness.

Could it be the plot holder, Graham Doherty?

No, Connor's tracked him down alive and well

and living in Ireland.

Oh.

Ashley, once we have a likeness,

we'll put out an appeal.

This should help ID him.

I matched the clothes to those the victim was wearing.

I can see why you'd think he was homeless.

I have that jacket.

It's a bit '90s.

When did you buy yours?

Well, that's hardly the point.

You know, around '97.

Hello.

Hi.

Ms. Chambers.

I've raised a bloody magpie.

I'm so ashamed.

I caught him trying to sell it on eBay.

I'm not sure why he thought a rusty old pin

would be worth anything.

Where did your son find this?

Well, he took it off the body, off the clothes.

I had no idea.

I am so sorry.

Right.

This is useful.

Thank you.

Hey.

Mr. Doherty, you moved back to Ireland last October?

Yeah, well, my life kind of imploded overnight.

My father had a heart attack.

And my mother needed help.

So I uprooted back here.

Is that a bit of an accent I detect there, DS Walsh?

We're not chatting over a pint in Grogan's, Mr. Doherty.

This is a murder investigation.

And you have not supplied an adequate explanation

as to why you failed to let the council or anyone

else know that you had moved.

Well, I-- I didn't want to lose my plot.

God forbid.

Do you know how hard it is to get one?

There's a waiting list of over five years.

By any chance, Mr. Doherty, do

you have access to a firearm?

No, of course not.

When was the last time you tended to your plot,

specifically the area where the remains were excavated?

Well, not in a while.

And can I-- can I just offer an explanation?

There's plenty of rivalry at this allotment.

A couple of years ago, some gobshite stripped

all of my tomato plants.

We'd like to speak further, Mr. Doherty.

Would you be willing to come in for an interview?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

So we're looking for some Monty Don driven

to murder over tomatoes?

Our priority is to ID our victim.

We know he isn't Antony Paulson.

But maybe our victim knew him.

He had his wallet on him.

So let's look into Paulson's family and friends.

Yeah, from Paulson's mail, he was on Jobseeker's Allowance.

But April last year his benefits

were frozen after he failed to turn up to two job interviews.

The thing is, he didn't contest the claim

and there's been no contact since.

Is it possible Paulson's our killer?

He dumped the body and fled?

Possible.

Anything from Missing Persons?

No matches.

I'm up to April.

A more accurate time scale would help.

I was thinking the US flag pin.

On the off chance, I checked with the US embassy,

hoping they had missing US nationals that matched

the description, but no luck.

Keep looking into Missing Persons.

We'll keep looking at the timelines.

It's a good idea, though, Jess.

Jess?

What?

Victim robs Paulson, steals his wallet.

Paulson tracks his attacker, shoots him.

Go on.

Paulson doesn't have a firearms license.

He's ex-Army.

Details, TBD.

But after Paulson buries the body,

not realizing his stolen wallet is still

inside the dead man's pocket.

Sloppy.

He panics.

He'd still pat him down first.

Not necessarily.

I'd check his pockets before I dug a big hole.

Well, that's good to know.

I loathe this time of year.

Appraisals.

The only person who looks forward to them is Jess.

It's true.

I don't mind them.

She keeps a spreadsheet, two columns listing

everyone's pros and cons.

You don't.

Of course not.

But nobody would be surprised.

I'll add that to your cons, Connor.

I try not to think about mine.

When are you doing them?

When I get to them.

So last minute, as per?

Ooh.

No, all I meant was it's--

Okay.

Well, as we're discussing, this is a good time

to remind you that, unnecessary as I think they are,

appraisals are a good opportunity

for positive, constructive feedback.

But they are not open season to pass comment on my dress sense,

time keeping, and communication skills.

You don't have to make it so obvious you mean me.

JG73UHD.

Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

Yes.

JG73 Under Hand Deal.

Oh, for goodness sakes.

Not now, Astrid. Not now.

Ga--

Go-- Go-- Go In 23 Under Hand Deal.

Go-- Go?

GI23UHD.

Hello?

Hi, Max.

It's Amber.

Have you forgotten?

No.

No, I haven't forgotten.

In fact, I'm on my way now.

Oh, great. I'll see you soon then.

See you there.

"Shawshank Redemption," "Barbie" movie, The Killers.

Okay, "Shawshank Redemption," "Barbie" movie, The Killers.

"Shawshank Redemption," "Barbie" movie, The Killers.

Oh, God.

"Shawshank," "Barbie," Killers.

Oh.

Max.

My date left before the main course,

probably because she was too polite to leave

during the starter.

Have you eaten?

A doggy bag.

What do we call this?

Max's scraps.

Some things never change.

Yeah, like me being late.

My date wasn't impressed.

That is amazing.

Anything to give him back his name.

Oh, they're the hardest.

A whole life reduced to bones.

Is it wrong that I prefer them?

It's easier separating the body from the person

when the person is already gone.

The ones that look like they're sleeping,

they never leave you.

Don't shake them.

Sorry.

Are these from the scene?

Soil samples, plants, bamboo cuttings.

I was hoping they'll give us a better understanding of when he

was buried, and to narrow down the dates

we're looking at for a missing person.

But I'm in the queue for one of two forensic botanists

on the force's payroll.

Did you take the box marked Urgent?

What cases that require a forensic botanist

aren't urgent?

Hey, guys!

Oh.

We interrupting anything good?

Oh, just the latest from Taylor.

It's good to see you again, DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

Well, thanks for agreeing to take a look.

Chemical analysis of the plant and soil

samples taken at the scene.

We're hoping the data will help us better predict

when the body was buried.

The abundance of methane and hydrogen sulfide.

The ammonia in the surrounding soil samples.

Human remains don't make good compost.

Biological decay toxifies the soil.

But to see it like this in a real life case is wonderful.

You can help?

Do bugs shit in the soil?

The answer is yes.

Yes, they do.

Give me a few minutes, just to take a look.

Told you she'd be useful.

That's why we're here, purely scientific?

Yes.

You didn't notice any of that?

Any of what?

What?

I can't deduce anything from the soil or seed samples.

If I could get my hands on them to run some tests of my own--

Oh, thank you for taking a look.

But the brambles, whoever thought to take cuttings

was a smart cookie.

They are perfect chronometers.

We think of brambles as chaotic,

but their growth pattern is cyclical, very organized.

It makes them easy to predict.

So we just work backwards to when the seeds first took root.

When the soil was disturbed.

Exactly.

October.

The body was buried in October?

Early October if you put a gun to my head.

Oh, sorry, this man had a gun to his--

anyway.

I hope it helps.

It's brilliant.

Really, thank you.

I'll, uh, phone it in.

Thank you, Ms. Chambers.

Happy to help.

I should, um--

A drink sometime?

Did you--

A drink would be great.

Yes?

Same me-- ah, too.

Me too.

Oh, DI Arnold.

Thank you.

Max, I have a short list of five

from Missing Persons from October

that match the description.

Well, Ashley just sent a printout of the image

for the appeal.

No.

Hang on.

I think we found him.

Jerome Singer, 40 years old, reported

missing on the 23rd of October last

year by his daughter, Melica.

Jerome didn't really keep in touch.

He only resurfaced once a year on Mel's birthday.

He usually took me out somewhere, a pizza, a coffee.

When's your birthday?

22nd of October.

So last year, when he didn't show up,

you called the police the next day?

You did what?

Not like they did anything.

Did Jerome ever mention these names to you?

Antony Paulson, Graham Doherty.

No.

No, I don't know these names.

Who are they?

Jerome had Paulson's wallet on his person

when he was found.

Oh, god.

All I could ever get out of him

was that he was a bouncer at some nightclub.

He signed up to some agency, Black River--

Black River Securities.

Private security.

Do you know the name of the nightclub?

No, I never asked.

Army dental records confirmed our victim is Jerome Singer.

40 years old, born in Hastings, joined the army at 18.

Desert rat in Afghanistan.

Divorced, one daughter.

Singer's flat is immaculate.

So either he forgot to cancel his cleaner or--

His neighbor, Mrs. Johnson, was adamant

that on numerous occasions over the last few months,

she has seen Jerome Singer go into his flat.

When we pointed out why that was impossible,

she suggested it may have been his ghost.

Back from the grave to clean his fridge?

So someone's gone to great lengths

to make it look like Singer is still alive.

According to his phone records, all activity ceased

on October the 7th last year.

Goodbye ping was in Chelsea in the Kings

Road-Flood Street area.

Any news on the nightclub where Singer worked?

No, but I'm looking into the agency, Black River Securities.

Well, someone killed Singer, likely early October,

but we don't know where.

And buried with Paulson's wallet in his pocket.

I want to speak to the previous plot holder

again and see if he can fill some of the gaps.

Do we have an ETA on Graham Doherty?

I spoke to him this morning.

He says he's having trouble getting a flight.

Oh, is he now?

So, Ambassador, what else is on my list that I haven't done?

Transport.

You need to arrange the transport.

And all the-- the presentations.

Sophia, would you help him with that?

Yes.

I'll allocate it to a speechwriter.

Joke, that.

When you say transport, what kind of transport

are you thinking?

Nicholas.

Say again?

What-- hold on.

Wait, wait, Nicholas, why are you bothering me with this?

Yes.

Of course, I remember who he is.

Okay, great.

Thanks.

Ooh, thank you.

What's that?

It's probably nothing.

I had an altercation with a car.

And then when I got home--

Well, what?

I think someone's been in my houseboat.

That's serious.

Well, there's no actual signs of a break-in.

The doors and windows are locked.

But the blind on my board wasn't all the way down.

I always pull it all the way down.

Is it possible you forgot?

Have you spoken to your neighbors,

asked if they saw anyone?

What?

Are you worried?

About your appraisal?

No.

Why?

What have you heard?

I just-- you know?

You.

No, you're winding me up.

I had you worried.

Nothing to be worried about.

Aha.

Max, you'll want to see this, Jerome Singer's text history.

October 15, a week after his phone was turned off,

the carrier logged an incoming text from his daughter, Melica.

"Hey, Dad.

So I didn't see you on the news.

Did it go okay?"

On the news?

Melica, we'd like you to explain

this text you sent your father on the 15th of October.

Mel?

I wasn't trying to hide it.

I just didn't know if I was allowed to tell you.

Tell us what?

I-- I think he was mixed up in something

to do with his work.

Something he said in a message.

You mean his work at the nightclub?

No.

That's just what he told us.

He wasn't a bouncer.

He made me promise not to tell anyone, not even Mum.

God, what was he up to?

That's the American ambassador.

Two weeks before, he sent this voice message.

I didn't think anything of it, but now.

After that, all my messages went unread.

I thought he was off doing some top secret "James Bond" shit.

I mean, stuff.

Okay.

This is the tail end of Jerome Singer's final

message to his daughter, Melica, on the 5th

of October last year.

So two days before his phone sent its last ping.

Yeah.

I promise we'll spend more time together

once this is all finished.

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've-- I've convinced him to make things right.

I'm meeting him in a couple of days.

You'll probably hear about it on the news.

I hope you forgive me.

I love you, kiddo.

I'll see you.

Marty.

Who is he talking about?

Well, we know Singer works security

for the American ambassador.

Let's see if we can find a list of US embassy staff.

He might be a colleague from Black River Securities.

No, they're a dead end.

No website, no social media presence, no tax returns.

Sounds very hush-hush.

"James Bond" shit.

Ambassador, your car is here.

Thank you, April.

The US embassy supplied a staff list to the Foreign Office.

Possible hits for our Marty, three Martins and a Martinez.

They're sending further details.

But the FCDO have advised us to "tread carefully."

They've requested a copy of all we have and will advise

further action within 14 days.

Right.

Well, they're not gonna like this.

October the 7th, the day Singer's phone was turned off,

I went back through our findings, comparing

them against that date.

And in the phone logs for our plot holder, Graham Doherty,

a call to his mobile at 21:32 from a number listed

on the P&C Services database.

He got a call from the police?

Nope.

Number is a diplomatic flag, the American ambassador's

private residence.

What do we do?

Call the Garda in Dublin.

Get them to drive Mr. Doherty to the airport

and stick him on a plane.

Couldn't I have gone back to the hotel to freshen up first?

You've flown in from Dublin, Mr. Doherty.

I've had longer Tube journeys.

Did you know Jerome Singer?

Who?

The remains buried at your plot

have been identified as Jerome Singer.

On the evening of the 7th of October last year,

you received a phone call at 9:32

PM from a number registered to the US ambassador's residence.

Who did you speak to?

Emily Morgan?

No.

You didn't ask who?

She's the US ambassador.

I didn't know that.

DS Walsh, did you know that?

What can I say?

I keep up with the news.

So who did you speak to?

Marty?

Mr. Doherty, can you identify Marty for us?

I don't know why that call is listed there.

I mean, that must be a wrong number, a misdial.

We hear that quite a lot.

And I have no idea how some homeless guy

ended up on my allotment.

Did you receive a phone call from a number

registered to the US ambassador's

residence, yes or no?

Look, this wasn't a misdial.

Who did you speak to?

No one.

"Some homeless guy."

Who did you mean, some homeless guy?

What-- the-- this Singer fella.

But he's not homeless.

Did you mean Antony Paulson?

No.

There it is again.

You didn't ask who?

Do you know what happened to him?

You know.

I'd like a solicitor.

Search.

Oh, thank you.

Birds are circling, means there's a dead bird nearby.

Did you know when birds are in trouble,

they emit a pheromone and other birds come to check?

My da, when I was five, he killed a bird,

and all the other birds came to the garden.

That's wasps.

What's wasps?

When wasps are in danger, they

emit a pheromone to the nest.

Wasps don't have noses.

Wasps have noses.

It is wasps.

God, I've told that bird story to quite

a few people over the years.

Spread the search until we the fragments so we

can try and get a clear date.

Yeah.

All right, thank you.

These are traumatic breaks.

They're not natural.

He was in the ground a while.

If the earth was pressed down, if people were walking above?

Or from the excavation?

There are not from the excavation.

Well--

Don't touch.

Ashley, have I done something to upset you?

I don't know, Max.

Would you like to show all of my outstanding casework

to passers by on the street, get their take?

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

Did you have a nice trip to the Gardens?

Rose works there.

What, in the gift shop?

He said you were okay with it.

Kick a man when he's down.

Look, Rose works as a botanist.

And she was useful.

I thought it was helpful.

Okay.

You're forgiven.

You're right, these aren't natural.

Neither is the titanium rod in his tibia.

It's Antony Paulson.

Yes.

But these breakages are more recent, a year old.

Traumatic injuries caused by blunt force trauma

shortly before he died.

He'd been buried 12 months, March 24.

But by all means, Max, check with your botanist.

It's only a matter of time before we

find a connection between you and Antony Paulson

and you and Jerome Singer.

I don't know anything about--

Mr. Doherty.

No comment.

This is a satellite photograph

of your plot taken in July last year, when you said

you were still tending it.

Of interest is this area where we recovered

the remains of Antony Paulson.

We believe he had been buried there in March.

Rest of the plot is in use, but you've left this area alone.

Why?

No comment.

You must be kicking yourself.

If you hadn't abandoned your plot,

it would never have been taken off you.

And we would never have found the two bodies you buried.

I didn't bury them.

All I did was hand over the key code.

The key code to the allotment gate?

No comment.

That was the purpose of the phone call on October 7

last year.

Someone phoned you from the US ambassador's residence

and requested that key code.

I'd like a moment with my client.

Can I help?

Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

Detective Sergeant Layla Walsh, Chelsea Police.

We're here to speak to Ambassador Morgan.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but if she's busy, we can wait.

It's all right.

Sophia, take him through.

Scared we're gonna gatecrash the ambassador's party?

Her next availability is Thursday, 2:00 PM.

It's okay, we'll wait.

I could quote the 1961 Vienna Convention on diplomatic

relations in full, the, uh-- the inviolability of diplomatic

agents, et cetera.

But the abridged version, Detective Sergeant Walsh?

Is you need to make an appointment.

The CPS legal guidance on consular

involvement in criminal investigations, 2022, I think.

"Inviolability, except in the case of a grave crime."

And this is that exception.

So either we speak to her now or you

and I can continue this to and fro

back at my station, Mister--?

I'll see if she's free.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you full of surprises?

Then the red velvet with the cream cheese frosting?

That would be really nice.

Yeah.

Ambassador, DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

Emily Morgan.

Welcome.

Sophia, that's all for now.

Thank you.

Cake.

This is what your aide thought was

more important than speaking to the police?

Well, the difference, DI Arnold,

is that the baker had an appointment.

Nicholas, no need for discourtesy.

I apologize.

Sincerely.

I know he doesn't sound sincere.

Washington does that to you.

Thank you, Nicholas.

Now, how can I be of assistance?

We're here to ask some questions about Jerome Singer.

Such awful news.

My thoughts and prayers go out to his family.

How well did you know Jerome?

Well, he was part of my security detail.

How long for?

He joined our team at the start of last year

until around September, I think.

I'll get Nicholas to send you the dates.

Do you know this man, Antony Paulson?

No.

Jerome Singer had Paulson's wallet on his person

when his body was found.

And today, we dug up Mr. Paulson's body

from the same plot where Jerome Singer's remains were found.

Oh, god.

The allotment belonged to one Graham Doherty.

Do you know him? - No.

On the evening of the 7th of October last year,

the day we believe that Jerome Singer was killed,

a phone call was made to Mr. Doherty's mobile from a number

registered to this residence.

We'll look into it.

We're also tracking down someone called Marty.

Do you have anyone on your staff by that name?

No.

Ambassador.

Detectives, a pleasure to meet you.

To reiterate, my embassy offers its full cooperation.

Please, use my direct email if it speeds things up.

Thank you.

Allotment?

I've lived here 10 years and was

unaware such a thing existed.

It's a garden you rent from the council.

This country.

I'm sorry.

The thing is, we need to find something that connects Antony

Paulson to the US ambassador.

Hold your horses.

Check your emails.

The Foreign Office are spitting feathers.

The word "immunity" has been raised.

Is Emily Morgan claiming immunity?

It's more the FCDO reminding us to stay in our lane.

"Criminal immunity and inviolability is conferred

on all diplomatic agents and administrative

and technical staff of London-based

foreign diplomatic missions."

There are two exceptions, termination of post

or a waiver.

We'd need a watertight case for both.

There might be something we can use.

The US embassy has 15 million quid in unpaid congestion

charge notices and outstanding parking fines, one this week

for the ambassador's car.

You want to send the US ambassador an overdue notice

for a parking fine?

Well, as leverage.

I-- Now I hear it, it does sound petty.

Forget it.

Let's find the link between our two victims,

the US embassy, Graham Doherty, and who the hell is Marty?

So what are they hiding?

And why are we being warned off asking Emily Morgan questions?

Even if we did get something on her,

she'd negotiate some grubby underhand deal.

Oh.

"Underhand deal."

If we can prove she's lying, that she knew--

- Underhand deal. - Antony Paulson--

- Just go. - we'd have a connection.

Just go.

Go where?

No.

Somebody write this down, "underhand deal, just go."

Care to elaborate?

Do you ever get the feeling that your brain is

trying to tell you something?

Underhand deal, just go.

What's your brain's phone number?

It might be quicker if I call it.

Wait, no.

Other way around, just go, underhand deal.

Just go-- oh, come on.

73?

Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

That's it.

A license plate, JG73UHD.

It's the car that's been following me.

Dark silver Ford Mustang registered to a Nathaniel

Sylvester, middle name Martin.

Marty.

Here he is.

Guess where he works?

The American embassy.

Well, we're in the same square mile

as the goodbye ping from Jerome Singer's phone.

You think any of the neighbors remember as

far back as October last year?

If there was a gunshot they might.

My lawyer is on his way.

While we wait, can we ask you some questions, Marty?

Do you mind if I call you Marty?

What can you tell us about Antony Paulson?

I don't know who that is.

His remains are buried in the same place as Jerome Singer.

You do know Jerome. - Yes.

Yes, I know Jerome.

A neighbor of Mr. Singer's has

identified you as the person who's

been looking after his flat.

That was kind.

One question, did you take his keys off him before you buried

him or did you pick the lock?

Well, we both know you have form for that.

You've been in my home.

Did you find anything useful?

Let's talk about Graham Doherty.

Does that name ring a bell?

Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh.

You wouldn't believe it if I told you.

DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

This is unacceptable

Mr. Creswell, good to see you again.

Well, suspicious gardeners, dodgy diplomats,

quite the client list.

That is out of order.

As you're aware, Mr. Sylvester has diplomatic privileges.

So would you kindly leave?

Mr. Sylvester invited us in.

Well, Mr. Sylvester shouldn't have.

It's better than appearing obstructive.

After all, if I can be of any assistance.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Sylvester.

Only let us in because he thinks he's untouchable.

I fear with good reason.

At least we now know who the ambassador is marrying.

Is this the man you allowed access to your plot?

No comment.

Nathaniel Martin Sylvester, senior trade attach�

to the US embassy.

Also engaged to Emily Morgan, the US ambassador.

Is this the man that you and Jerome Singer knew as Marty?

How about Blue Trees Golf Tours Limited?

Organizing tours for premium UK courses

for rich American tourists.

When that venture folded four years ago,

you were company secretary and Nathaniel

Sylvester was a director.

So we know you know him.

Did he call you on October the 7th last year?

Did you help him dispose of two bodies?

I didn't know that he--

No comment.

Didn't know what?

No comment.

I didn't do anything.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You gave Nat quite the shock.

Why did you lie to us, Ambassador?

When we asked if you knew a Marty, you said, no.

He's not Marty.

Nat or Nathaniel.

On October the 7th, did Nat call Graham

Doherty from this residence?

As I reiterated to your foreign secretary an hour ago,

we have launched a full investigation.

This is an embassy matter now.

An embassy matter?

A gravely serious one, which we

will throw our full resources at and, of course,

share our findings.

This is a murder investigation.

It's more complicated than that.

No, it's not.

You realize where you're standing?

I do, the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea.

No, actually.

Yes.

And that is what I think you fail to understand,

Ambassador Morgan.

What happened?

Word has rained down from on high.

The Foreign Office have advised us

to step down with immediate effect and hand over our case.

Don't worry, the embassy are gonna carry

out their own investigation.

I'll start compiling.

We had him.

Jess, Connor, leave it till tomorrow.

But I thought the FCDO--

They take 14 days to get back to us.

They can wait.

Head home.

Okay.

Thanks.

I'm supposed to be meeting Ross the botanist this evening.

I think I'll cancel.

What else are you gonna do, go home and smash things?

Yeah.

Go and enjoy yourself.

Oh.

Yeah.

What else did they do, apart from the one about the moon?

Are you calling Echo & The Bunnymen a one-hit wonder?

I spent the '80s obsessing over Duran Duran and Wham!

I'm almost scared to ask.

What was your first concert?

I don't want to say.

Come on, there's no judgment here.

- Oh, really? - Cross my heart.

Bananarama.

They were great.

I listened to them on repeat.

I haven't changed.

If I like something, these days, it's Taylor,

Taylor, and more Taylor.

Talking of which, I dug out my copy of "Mud Slide Slim"

on vinyl and gave it a spin.

I haven't listened to that in years.

What's that?

"Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon."

I know those are words.

James Taylor.

Swift.

You're talking about Taylor Swift.

Is he any good, this James Taylor bloke?

I'll do you a playlist.

Max, have you ever arrested a woman,

blonde, attractive in her, I'd say, 40s?

'Cause that woman is really staring

into the back of your head.

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh.

Good evening.

Hi, Astrid.

Rose, this is Astrid, my, um--

my ex-wife.

Technically, still your wife.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

You too.

I take it Max didn't invite you, too?

No.

Well, I'll go and check on Kieron.

I'll leave you two.

Excuse me.

It's nice to meet you, Astrid.

And you.

"Technically, still his wife."

Sorry.

Who's that?

Mr. Nosey Parker.

That's a funny name.

She seems very nice, your date.

Well, it-- no, no, no, it's not a-- she's not a--

- I think I'm going to go. - No.

No, no, no, no.

No, it's fine.

I was a bit worried about Kieron anyway.

He's still a bit fragile after the, um-- after the find.

But this has been nice.

Bye.

I didn't mean to ruin your evening.

No.

You could-- well--

I could make up an excuse.

He's a bit boring anyway.

No, no.

You-- you enjoy yourself.

I'll finish this in the back.

It's good to see you.

Morning.

Well, you're chipper.

I'll take it the date went well?

Oh, an unmitigated disaster.

Don't ask.

But I found this.

A speeding ticket from the 27th of March last year,

Chelsea Bridge Approach Road involving

Nathaniel Sylvester's car.

He was caught on ANPR camera.

It's dark, but look at the front.

What, is that a dent?

Ashley's report said Paulson died from blunt force trauma.

Likely cause, a mechanical impact.

Well, Marty took collection of his car a month before.

New car, driving too fast.

And Antony Paulson crossing the wrong road

at the wrong time.

You were a lawyer before you went into politics.

If you saw that in court--

I'd argue for a trick of the light.

I've spoken to Marty.

He's assured me he had nothing to do with any of this.

And you believe him?

Yes.

"Marty"?

You just called him Marty.

If you submit your questions along with your case,

I'll make sure Nathaniel responds.

Thank you for coming.

I'll get Nick to show you out.

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've-- I've convinced him to make things right.

Jerome Singer sent that to his daughter

two days before he was killed.

His daughter deserves more than your thoughts

and prayers, Ambassador.

Let us speak to him.

Immunity?

It's not the same thing as proving you're innocent.

Let him clear his name.

What do you have?

Besides a speeding fine and a cryptic voicemail.

To be a fly on the wall at your wedding.

A big day like that, all those secrets coming to the fore.

I think you and I have been to different weddings,

DS Walsh.

I'd like to know everything about the man I was marrying.

That's a low blow.

The lawyer in you must be itching to know what

else we have up our sleeve.

You're clutching at the wrong straws.

I hope so.

He's convinced you.

He can convince us, too.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Jerome Singer and Antony Paulson.

What can you tell us about them?

My client has prepared a statement.

Jerome Singer, as you know, was

a part of my security detail.

I trusted him.

So when he asked for my help, I offered it.

That was my biggest error, trying to protect a friend.

When was this?

March last year.

I lent Jerome my car and he hit someone.

Now, I didn't know any of this until, well,

September last year, when Jerome confided in me.

He had phoned a colleague of ours, Graham Doherty, to gain

access to his allotment plot, where

Jerome disposed of the body.

And then?

What happened to Jerome in October last year?

I don't know.

I know that Jerome was scared that one

of Antony Paulson's family members

had found out what he had done.

I wish I had listened to him, truly.

But, um-- I hope that this clears up the matter.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Well, DI Arnold, my client--

We agree with you that Jerome felt

guilty about what happened to Paulson, but not for the reason

you said.

Can I just--

And we agree that on March the 27th last year, your car

was involved in a collision.

But this is you behind the wheel on the Chelsea Bridge

Road doing 62 in a 20 zone.

We know Antony Paulson was residing

near there at that time.

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his body to your car.

Then you remembered your old business

partner, Graham Doherty, had an allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your company, Blue Trees Golf Tours

went bust.

Mr. Doherty has confirmed all this.

He gave you keycode access to his plot that evening.

And later, you told him not to dig in this area.

The exact spot where earlier this week, we excavated

the remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

This is an invoice from Smithwick's Garage

in Battersea, dated 28th of March last year,

the day after Antony Paulson died,

to repair damage to the front bumper

and bonnet and carry out a full valet of the car's interior.

In his statement, Mr. Doherty also confirms that on the 7th

of October last year, you made an identical request

for access to the allotment.

Where last week, on the same plot,

we discovered the remains of Jerome Singer.

You did trust Jerome.

That's why you confided in him about the killing.

But you didn't know that Paulson was ex-forces.

And you didn't know that Jerome wouldn't

be able to let that go.

You had Jerome removed from his post

a month before he died.

Two days before his murder, he sent a message to his daughter

saying he was going to meet you.

We believe you agreed to go to the police.

You promised to put it right.

Did Jerome come to your place?

We know he had a firearms license.

He wouldn't have gone to a police station armed.

So did he leave his gun inside the house?

Was that his mistake, trusting you?

You made an excuse to go back inside.

And that's when you grabbed the gun.

Are we close?

We know he was facing his killer when he was shot.

Do you still see that face, still replay

the shock in his eyes, that split second

when he realized his betrayal?

How close are we, Mr. Sylvester?

If I tell the families of these two men a version of this,

how close are we?

Close enough.

To reiterate, anything my client discloses here today

is protected under the State Immunity Act of 1978.

Was that a confession?

I mean-- Does it even matter?

Max!

What are you gonna do?

Um.

I'll throw the book at him.

And they'll throw the whole library at me.

No.

He's not worth it.

Look, I know it's not the closure you would have wanted.

And I'm sorry I can't go into any more detail.

No, um, it helps.

It does.

But can I ask, um, the person who did it, what's their name?

I can't tell you that.

What you said about my dad having the other man's

wallet in his pocket.

Dad told me about this time in Afghanistan,

he got pinned down in this building

and thought his days were up.

So he hid messages on his person

so that whoever would find his body

would be able to piece together what went wrong

and find the people responsible.

I think Dad knew you'd find him.

I think he'd be proud that you pieced it all together.

You ready to go?

Car's on its way.

Are you sure you want to come?

Yeah, I told you, everything's sorted.

21:32 on the 7th of October--

Paulson.

You made an excuse to go back inside.

And that's when you grabbed the gun.

Max?

It's me.

Hi.

This sucks.

Yeah.

I find wine helps.

To the cases we don't get to close.

Good, you kept it.

Are you going to send it to her?

I don't know, Layla.

I've stretched my luck about as far as it can go on this one.

Stretch it further.

This is why we do this job.

We represent the victim.

We are in their debt.

In what world does he get away with this?

That slippery coward killed two innocent men,

buried them, and walked away.

We can't let him bury the truth, too.

It's my fault. When Jerome told me,

I should have told you.

What did the police say?

They mentioned another lead.

Apparently, one of the homeless guy's family

had been making threats to Jerome.

Hey.

It's over.

Thank you for believing in me.

I love you.

Me too.

Now, scoot.

I need the mirror.

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his body to your car.

And then you remembered your old business

partner, Graham Doherty, had an allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your company Blue Trees Golf Tours

went bust.

Mr. Doherty's confirmed all this.

He gave you a keycode access to his plot.

And later--

This week, we excavated the remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

Ah, Emily.

Ready?

Emily?

You lied.

- What? - To me.

If I tell the families of these two men

a version of this, how close are we?

Close enough.

I believed you.

Emily.

I remember that day, the 8th of October, the day after

you killed and buried Jerome.

That was the day you proposed.

DI Arnold.

There's a car here to collect you.

By the time you get to our age, meeting someone's hard.

We all come with so much baggage.

A lot of years.

"A lot of years."

I like that.

But we're resourceful, we adapt.

We even learn to live with other people's secrets.

But not all of them.

No, some you can't live with.

Did you know?

Not until you laid it all out.

Maybe I saw the pieces, but chose not to connect them.

I've honed the art of self-delusion.

He made quite the play.

And I was flattered.

And I was smitten.

He was an easy man to fall in love with.

He started dating me a month after he killed Antony Paulson

in that road traffic accident.

Being the husband to an ambassador

comes with a whole new level of security.

I was his protection, his immunity.

That's all I was.

I'm sorry.

I started out like you.

You make it sound like a curse.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

You're a good man, Detective Arnold.

I made a promise.

I'd always do the right thing, no matter what.

But along the way--

I've waived his immunity.

Thank you.

Hello, Marty.

Going somewhere?

Well, nearly the weekend.

One thing we still need to do.

It's due in on Monday.

Oh, for--

Go on then.

Well, brilliant, obviously.

But you can be a little--

cerebral.

Is that the right word?

This is why these things are a bad idea.

Cerebral?

It's not a bad thing.

Well, go on then.

Well, also brilliant.

But--

Here it comes.

while I prefer to pick the lock, you've already

kicked the door in.

Impatient.

Headstrong.

I can live with that.

Shall we put that then?

"Cerebral."

"Headstrong."

Job done?

Coffee?

Oh, god, yeah.

Mum.

Someone let me in.

I hope you don't mind.

Do you need someone to look at your bramble cuttings?

I felt bad about how we left things.

Bumping into your ex-wife on our first date, a big wow.

Not my finest moment.

I wanted to apologize.

Don't worry.

I went home and told Kieron and we laughed ourselves silly.

Is that the only reason you're here?

It's difficult.

Oh.

We all have baggage.

And a lot of years.

Some things take a while to pack away.

Yes.

Well.

Bye, Rose.

Take care, Max.