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If Booth did kill Alice,

then Jason spent four years in prison for a crime

- that he didn't commit. - Let's not get carried away.

I'm not having this conversation.

Dad, Alice did have a stalker.

- She told me. - THUDDING

- What's that? - Alice, it's the beams.

JILLY: Two days after cutting short her honeymoon,

Alice left her house to go jogging on Woodruff Common.

According to Jason, she never returned.

TV: I will not stop until I know exactly

what happened to my wife.

Just to be clear, you're saying that you killed Alice Hill?

Yes.

We need to reassure ourselves that Booth is the killer

and hasn't just been told where the body is located.

The big one's ours. Whose is that?

BOOTH: I grabbed a tree branch and hit her on the back of the head.

And what looks like wood embedded in the skull.

- MAN: Killer! Killer! - LAUGHTER

JASON: This is Richard...

- Sit down! - ...my solicitor.

- Hi. - He's not your prisoner, Sergeant...?

Andrews.

Rob? Sarge?

KEYS JANGLE

PHONE BUZZES

Hello?

LOUD JANGLING

GASPS

I'm fine.

Nothing!

What, tonight?

GENTLE JANGLING

HE SIGHS

I'll ask him.

OK.

OK, bye. Bye.

- Hey. - That was Mum.

They want us to come over to the house later.

HE SCOFFS

THEY, or just your mum?

They.

They... They want to apologise to you, Jason,

for everything.

PHONE RINGS

Oh, shit.

Richard.

Look, I'm... I'm really sorry about last night.

I know. I'm outside.

SIRENS NEARBY

DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN

Hello. Dr Nikki Alexander.

Jason Webb. This is my solicitor, Richard Mazer.

I understand your work was central in demonstrating Booth's guilt.

We're very much a team.

Well, on behalf of myself and Jason,

I'd like to thank you all.

I'd resigned myself to a life in prison

whilst the person who had killed her

was still out there. So, er, thank you.

Mr Webb, you need to be certain

that you want to view your wife's remains.

I need to warn you that it could be

a traumatising experience,

and what you see...

..you can't unsee.

Thank you for the warning, but I've done my research.

I've got a pretty good idea of her condition.

A bag of bones, basically...

..and not in any meaningful way Alice.

Well, I wasn't going to say that, but that's a point of view...

Dr Alexander...

..I never got to say goodbye.

OK. Follow me.

Hey, Al.

I'm so sorry.

DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN

Are you OK? Can I get you something?

Did you ever meet someone and, instantly,

it felt like you'd known them your whole life?

Like...

Like they saw you,

the real you, right away,

even though you were complete strangers?

Yes, but not often.

Exactly.

Not often. So when it happens...

..it's special, right?

Are you talking about Alice?

We met by the science block, start of a new term.

We were 14.

How did she die, Dr Alexander?

I've requested a copy of the postmortem report, so...

She sustained blows to the head.

With what?

Likely a branch, or a log.

Why didn't he just shoot her?

He had a gun. I mean,

that's how he killed his other victims, right?

He had an explanation for that.

But why would a seasoned professional

test fire a gun in broad daylight

in a park that's used by the public, no matter how secluded?

I mean, come on. Did he have an explanation for that?

I don't know.

Well, do you think he did it?

It's not for me to determine guilt or innocence.

But for what it's worth, he did display knowledge

that only the perpetrator would know.

- DOOR BEEPS AND CLICKS OPEN - What...?

WHISPERS: Nikki.

- What were you going to say? - Sorry.

Just had a call-out. The local sergeant suspected suicide.

As it's one of their own, they...

Want a forensic pathologist to attend?

- Yeah. - OK. Thanks.

Jason, I'm afraid I have to go.

Just then, you were... You were going to say something.

You're not sure, are you?

You're not sure if it was him.

I have to go.

He was basically questioning Booth's guilt,

- confession, everything. - Weird.

- Huh? - Weird.

Very. The confession that got him released.

So?

So if he's questioning Booth's guilt, then maybe we should too.

- PC David Nesbit. - Hello.

His name's Robert Andrews.

He's a custody sergeant.

He signed me in when I processed Gary Booth.

Made a big deal of accompanying me because he was convinced

- Booth was dangerous. - No signs of a struggle.

- Who found the body? - I did.

I, er... I work with Robert. Worked.

He didn't show up today, and he wasn't answering his phone, so...

Door isn't forced.

Who let you in?

I have keys. I radioed Control. He was obviously dead.

I asked paramedics to help me cut him down.

I'll factor that into my findings.

Ligature mark is parchmented.

Rising posteriorly.

Ligature looks to be fashioned from a dressing-gown cord,

tied with a simple slipknot.

Consistent with the mark on the neck.

There's a small abrasion, but no real bleeding.

Anything... out of the ordinary?

I'll know more when I do the PM.

Just for my report, PC Nesbit, why do you have a set of keys?

Er...

Bob had his demons.

Drinking, mainly.

I was his accountability partner.

We was supposed to see a film last night, but he blew me out.

Said... Said he wanted a quiet one.

Andrews.

It's just a bit of a coincidence, isn't it,

that the only person with one-to-one access to Booth winds up dead?

A bit, yes.

I think that DCI Bashir doesn't know you're here.

And I think that you'd prefer to keep it that way.

I would.

Well, I have worked with the likes of your boss before.

She is a force to be reckoned with.

Yes, she is.

Well, you're a braver soul than I am.

Look...

..I owe her everything.

She was my mentor when I passed out,

she put me on every fast track going,

and she's a really, really great detective.

But...

Let's see what the PM tells us, shall we?

SHE SIGHS Thank you.

VIDEO: Jason's going to be doing four sets of 20

because he was on the beers last night.

Two! I had two beers.

Welcome.

Er, thank you for the invite.

Home sweet home. Well, I mean, you know...

I really like what you've done with the place.

LOIS: Yeah.

It's nice to see you, Jason.

Sit down, please.

So...

..how are you finding everything?

Sorry. Silly question.

How does it feel to be a free man, you mean?

Yeah.

Er, it's confusing.

Well...

..the most important thing is that justice has been done.

I don't expect we'll all be overnight friends

or that you'll forgive us here and now.

Forgive us for what?

I think I know what she's referring to, Adam.

For suppressing evidence.

What evidence was that, then?

Forbidding Saskia from going to the police

about Alice's stalker in case it muddied the waters.

DCI Alan Kershaw told us you'd killed our daughter.

We had no reason to doubt him.

You had every reason.

I was family. You knew me!

Yeah. We did.

Adam...

Sorry, what's that supposed to mean, Adam?

Oh, come on, I'd like to know.

In fact, I demand to know, cos I'm owed that!

Oh, you demand to know, do you? OK, I'll tell you.

Tenacity PT's success was 90% Alice,

and that's being kind.

And this coming from the unemployed loser

squatting in his dead sister's house.

You resented it bitterly. That's why you embezzled the money!

How can I embezzle my own money?

To prove her wrong. To prove that you weren't just a passenger,

that you could do something on your own!

Guys, please, please. We need to move on.

And we can only do that if...

Saskia, your mother lied to you, OK?

She never wanted to see me. She wanted to see you.

LOIS: I've lost one daughter.

I can't lose two.

You follow him out that door, you're never coming back.

He is innocent, Dad.

Even if this Booth did the deed,

doesn't mean he wasn't paid to.

I'd say you have a decision to make, Saskia.

I'm sorry, Jason. I...

Jason, wait.

Now I just paid someone to kill her.

- They don't mean it. - Progress, I suppose.

Just cut them some slack, please. Just cut me some slack.

What, because you told the truth - eventually?

Big deal. Do you know what? I have thanked you enough.

OK. I see how it is. You've...

You've got what you've wanted, so now it's mask off.

What does that mean?

I serve one purpose - I remind you of Alice.

- Enough... Enough of the self-pity. - I am not her!

You didn't spend the last five years in prison!

And God knows I loved her, but she's not

this fucking saint that everybody wants her to be!

What do you mean by that?

She was flesh and blood like the rest of us.

That's not what you meant.

- Saskia. - Forget it.

"She wasn't a saint," you said. "She wasn't a saint." How?

RON: Saskia.

Mm. Spot the difference.

No insole.

- No insole. - Mm.

The sock is damp,

with wood chippings adhered to the underside.

Some bruising on the elbows, knees and right shoulder.

Evidence of foul play?

Sufficient to give me cause for concern, but...

..no, not enough to prove foul play.

And faint oval bruises on the neck.

Harriet, have a look at this.

Three on this side...

And one here.

Partially obscured by the ligature marks.

Grip marks?

Possibly. The overlaying trauma makes it hard to be definite.

The bruises seem almost healed.

- Dead men don't bruise. - HARRIET CHUCKLES

To coin a phrase.

And, by the way, it's bloody difficult to hang someone

and make it look like suicide.

- Why? - Because they kick off.

They fight back.

From what we have currently, there's nothing definitive.

But I'll be very interested to see what toxicology tells us.

The nails are chipped.

Some green fibres underneath.

HE SOBS

JACK: So, the chippings on the sock

are a veritable arboretum. Ash, pine, oak...

- Just the left sock? - Yeah.

So he lost his sole and picked up some woodchips.

Cinderella vibes.

I was thinking more lumberyard vibes, or stables.

There's a few to choose from.

According to his phone records,

Andrews got an Uber last night, if that helps.

If it was from a lumberyard, then, yeah.

Sorry. Blackwater Roundabout.

Seven arterial roads.

Last but not least, Manor Royal Industrial Park.

How did I find you? I'm a detective.

At least I know now why you're not picking up your phone.

Look, boss, Andrews was the duty Sergeant...

Who processed Booth into custody along with

scores of other prisoners! So what?

I think DI Ferris was trying to be thorough.

With regard to what?

The nature of Andrews' death, given his unique access to Gary Booth.

Suicide or foul play.

If it was the latter, then that, at the very least,

calls into question Booth's confession.

And? Have you found any evidence Andrews' death was suspicious?

- Nothing definitive. - OK, good. Thank you. I have my answer.

But there are questions and anomalies,

and we're waiting for full tox results.

OK. Meantime, let me flesh things out for you.

Andrews had a history of depression

related to issues of gambling and alcohol.

He also OD'd on sleeping pills five years ago

and was on medical leave for six months.

Oh, boss, I'm so sorry.

If you'd come to me in the first place rather than

sneaking off behind my back, you would know all this.

Just wanted to rule out the link.

All you've done is muddy the waters! We might have charged Booth,

but now we have to build a case.

That is our focus,

not the unrelated death of a duty sergeant

Booth only had fleeting contact with!

And if we find further evidence that Andrews' death was suspicious?

Then a local murder team will launch a separate investigation.

But then you're presupposing that there's no link.

Thank you, Dr Alexander. Shall we?

What are you so afraid of, DCI Bashir?

I just told you. Split focus.

Look, I don't know how you do things in London,

but I am not used to having my operational decisions

questioned by pathologists.

HE TYPES

What are you saying to him?

What are you telling him, Rob?

Rob, what are you doing?

Hey, Kit, what time did Andrews get that Uber?

9.15.

Hello?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Hello?

Hello?

DOOR BANGS SHUT

LIGHTS CLANK ON

FOOTSTEPS

All right?

Boss? Boss!

Shit.

MAN: Oi! We're shut.

Easy.

Easy, lads.

I'm not the police.

My name's Jack Hodgson. I'm a forensic scientist.

What do you want?

I just have some questions about a Robert Andrews.

That's all.

I think he might have been here last night.

Why are you asking about Andrews?

Cos he's dead.

We're trying to establish his movements.

What's your name?

Feng.

Believe me, Feng, our interest is in Andrews.

Nothing else.

He owed us money. A few thousand.

Last night, he showed up with it.

Hello, hello, hello. What's all this, then?

I've come here for two reasons, Feng.

To settle up, and to win.

I'm feeling lucky.

It's Bob's Full House.

HE LAUGHS

HE COUGHS

Peg five, please, Arnold.

I thank you.

- And one for yourself, sir. - Thank you very much.

You're not welcome here.

- What you on about? We're square. - Get out!

What, you scared about how much I'm going to win?

Oi!

Hey!

Give me my money back!

It's not your money.

You said your lads here grabbed him. Where?

His arms. Hands.

Where else?

It's very important you're accurate about this.

ROBERT YELLS

Why didn't you want Andrews' custom? Too much trouble?

And?

Last year, he smashed up a place after a bad night.

Another casino?

He got off. Good lawyer.

Plus, he's a cop.

Different rules apply.

Clearly.

The cash he paid you with - I'm going to need a sample.

PHONE BEEPS

Nikki Alexander.

A Jason Webb to speak to you.

Put him through, please.

Hello?

Hello, er, it's Jason Webb.

What can I do for you, Jason?

I hope it's OK me calling.

I wanted to thank you for your kindness earlier.

No problem.

I just, er... Well, I'd really like to meet and talk

just to reassure myself I'm not going mad.

That's not my role, Jason.

Look, I get that, OK? I do.

But I can't go to the police.

Why not?

Because I have history with DI Jilly Bashir,

the loyal Rottweiler to Alan Kershaw,

who pursued me relentlessly in the face of all the evidence.

She's DCI Bashir now.

OK, well, her reward for her part in my wrongful conviction.

HE SIGHS

Look, I just want to be sure

Gary Booth really did kill my wife.

Can you blame me for that?

CHURCH BELL RINGS

Thanks for agreeing to this.

I haven't agreed to anything.

I have a team briefing in ten minutes.

I know you think you owe DCI Bashir a debt.

I do owe her a debt.

I'm not sure this is a loyalty thing.

I think she might disagree.

It's your job to ask questions, Claire.

Without fear or favour.

No hierarchy works like that.

What's the alternative?

Keep your head down? Bite your tongue?

What's that going to do to you long-term?

There he is.

What did Alice tell you about her stalker?

Well, this is it. It was all just so vague.

I mean, a stalker means gifts, creepy poems...

..silent calls, right?

And there was none of that?

She just said that when she was, er, shopping

or working late or running on the common, she could...

..feel a presence,

eyes on her.

Woodruff Common?

Yeah. She said that's where she came closest to seeing his face.

TWIG SNAPS

ALICE: I can see you!

I saw you!

And you told the police all of this?

Specifically your boss, Jilly Bashir,

but she didn't believe me.

OK, fine. Not even my barrister

would push the stalker angle in court. Said it sounded made up.

Someone left this on Woodruff Common.

At the burial site?

"The love of my life. S. Kiss."

It's familiar to you?

OK, look...

I was no angel, OK? Not by any stretch.

But, my God, I loved Alice. We were... We were engaged.

It was just a crazy time.

So what are you telling us? That Alice was seeing someone else?

Maybe.

And that person left this flower?

Well, I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me.

But you asked me if... the S was familiar.

DOOR OPENS/JASON CLOSES BOOK

- Hey. - Jase.

I think we're going to scale back the content around the wedding.

It just... It feels like we're milking it, right?

Yeah. I think it could feel like that.

OK.

Er, what's this?

Someone sent me it the other day.

Oh, yeah?

Er, just someone?

Babe, come on. You know what they say -

Don't go looking in your girlfriend's handbag,

or you might find what you're looking for.

JASON LAUGHS UNEASILY

Seriously, Al, who sent it? Who's S?

- Er, no idea. - PHONE BUZZES

Come on, it's not like people don't send you stuff.

Richard Mazer.

Just someone who happened to know your favourite poet?

Which is not hard. It's on my profile page.

Oh!

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Hangover insecurity.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah. You stink.

BOTH LAUGH

But...

- Mm? - Seriously...

..people in glass houses...

So you could get, er, DNA and prints off it, right?

- The book? - Yeah.

- Potentially, yes. - OK, so...

..you could compare it to whatever you find on there.

And if it does turn out that it's the same person,

what do you think that will tell us?

That there's another player in this you never looked at,

never knew existed.

In addition to the stalker?

It just doesn't feel like the same person to me.

Do you know what happened to the poetry book?

It'll be with her stuff in my old house.

How can we help you?

- What evidence? - It's something that's come to light

since Alice's body was discovered.

We're just dotting the I's and crossing the T's.

Sorry. Jilly Bashir told us she has no doubt

this man Booth killed Alice.

Which is why he's been charged.

But we have to build a case beyond that confession,

and physical evidence is central to that.

Does Jilly know you're here?

I've worked under DCI Bashir for the last two years now.

Where will we find Alice's things?

You still haven't told us what you're looking for.

A book.

Here's the warrant.

So much for preserving their daughter's possessions.

Maybe they knew she wasn't coming back.

Joke.

I hope.

If we find this book, and it's a big if,

we'll be lucky to get anything except fungal spores.

OK. Stay positive and that.

- Goodnight, Kit. - Night, Kit.

Tara.

SHE HUMS

♪ Tada! ♪

- Anything? - A few sets of prints.

On the database?

Checking, checking.

Come on.

Oh.

DNA might be a different story.

Sure. Keep me posted.

Are you looking for this?

"From S, always."

Thank you...

Saskia. Saskia Hill.

How did you know?

I said something I shouldn't have to Jason.

About Alice not being a saint?

A few months before the wedding,

Alice told me she was seeing someone.

That he was really nice, but he was married and...

Well, she still loved Jason, so...

She was going to end it?

What was his name?

She wouldn't tell me.

But she told you he'd given her this.

For her birthday.

When did you retrieve it?

Today.

OK, I'm going to need your prints and DNA

for elimination purposes.

Anything?

Common or garden spores? Yep.

Prints and DNA? Not so much.

What do you make of this?

Y-O-U.

"somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond...

.."your eyes have their silence:

"in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

"or which I cannot touch because they are too near"

"your slightest look easily will unclose me..."

"though I have closed myself as fingers,

"you open always, petal by petal myself as Spring opens

"touching skilfully, mysteriously

"her first rose."

Well, don't I feel like a single Pringle!

CHUCKLES

LAUGHTER

"Things I cannot touch because they are too near."

It's quite a stalkery poem.

Is it?

There's no way her stalker and her mystery man are the same guy?

Jason says not.

Can we trust him?

About any of this?

When he wrote that, he put his hand down.

Might be lucky and get a print.

Might be lucky.

Tox results are in on Sergeant Andrews.

High levels of sedative in his blood.

- Diazepam. - How high?

- Incapacitating. - No way he hung himself?

Couldn't even hang up his hat.

So we know Andrews came into money recently,

paid off his gambling debts in cash,

but he didn't get what he wanted.

- What, a seat at the table? - Mm.

- Chance to make it all back? - Mm-hm.

- So what does he do? - Did he go back

to the source of the cash for a second helping?

If so, what did he do to earn it in the first place?

Let's say Andrews was paid to give the location

of Alice's body to Gary Booth.

Whoever it was, Andrews has them over a barrel.

And now they realise he's going to keep coming back,

- it's back to Plan B. - Never pay the blackmailer twice.

Meet Andrews at his flat. Play along.

Maybe even bring the cash.

We know from the state of his liver that Andrews

had a history of alcoholism.

So perhaps they dosed his drink with enough sedatives

to incapacitate him...

And staged an apparent suicide.

Challenging, but doable with no time constraints.

So the $64 million question is, who is "they"?

Jason Webb?

Possible, but unlikely.

When Gary Booth was arrested,

Jason was still detained at His Majesty's pleasure.

Oh, what's that?

In the nick, darling.

What about Andrews' accountability partner?

PC Nesbit.

PHONE BUZZES

- Bashir? - Yeah.

I pulled a sickie today. I'm on borrowed time.

KIT GUFFAWS

Look at this. Prints on the poetry book

match the prints on the flowers!

Same guy, five years apart.

Any matches on the database?

No. Alice's mystery guy is still a mystery.

Kit?

Oh! They deserve to go to jail for negligence.

- Such a lovely edition. - Can you tie it to a sale, Fanny?

Miss Bogle to you.

Miss Bogle.

Hmm.

Hmm!

If they used a card, perhaps.

Five years on?

You'll be lucky.

The inside jacket said it was bought for £109.

Oh, so I'm supposed to just drop everything I'm doing

and dust off my ledgers?

I saw that look.

- Sorry. - You're thinking,

"Stupid old cow. She's got nothing better to do."

I'm... I'm thinking nothing of the sort.

- Mm. - Mm.

Um, so are you going to help us or...?

No?

Yes. No...?

Come into my shop asking for receipts!

Five years. Five years!

"Fanny." Who's she... Who's she talking to?

I mean, forget my name...

Can you suggest a date?

It was a birthday gift for someone born on the 5th of May.

So let's start with the 3rd and 4th of May.

- Year? - 2021.

I've got the transaction for the book.

- Nice one, Kit. - Thank you.

OK, I need you to turn that transaction

into a name and address,

and I don't care how many corners you cut to do it.

Corners - done. Snip-snip.

How?

There's no way Bob wouldn't fight back,

I mean, tooth and nail.

We believe he was heavily sedated

before the killer put the noose around his neck.

Oh, Christ!

Who was it?

Well, you must have a suspect.

Look, I don't need to tell you that Robert was a fiery character.

He had a fair few enemies.

We were hoping you might be able to help us to narrow it down.

He had a good side. He really did.

But the gambling ruined him.

Now they're going to drag his name through the mud.

You don't want to let him down?

At the same time,

if you can help us find out who did this...

..I can't think of a better way of honouring his memory.

OK.

Um...

Booth's first morning in the cell...

..Robert manually cut the recording feed.

- For how long? - 30 minutes.

But there's a fail-safe in case of a power outage.

Yeah, he must have forgotten.

He wasn't the most technically minded.

You've seen the missing footage, haven't you, David?

Rob must've told him he's cut the camera.

Can you zoom in there?

What's he looking at?

CLAIRE: - Isn't that the tree?

Punch in on the map.

That's Woodruff Common.

X marks the spot.

Why would Booth put his hand up for Alice Hill if he didn't do it?

Money.

But he's in for life. He's never getting out.

All the more reason to provide for his daughter.

VEHICLE PULLS UP NEARBY

VEHICLE DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

- CLAIRE: Steve Gantry? - Yeah?

DI Claire Ferris.

It's about Alice, isn't it?

Come on.

Am I under arrest?

- No. - Do I have to give my DNA?

No. Although a warrant to compel you is likely to be granted.

Mm.

Go on, then.

Open your mouth.

Thanks.

Seems like you've worked hard to find me, which is ironic.

- Why is that? - Because I had everything to lose.

My happy marriage, my anonymity.

But I did the right thing. I came forward.

When Alice went missing?

Well, no. Not immediately. Not until you arrested her husband.

And then I had no choice.

Why?

Because I knew she had a stalker.

A seriously dangerous individual

who didn't seem to be on your radar back then.

I heard him up on the roof,

and I ran downstairs and went after him.

But I lost him. I lost him in the trees.

But what if I hadn't?

You know, that's what I keep asking myself.

What if I'd reacted a bit quicker? What if I'd caught him?

Listen. Listen, Steve. Steve.

We have a very strong suspect. I can't say more than that,

but there's no sense in making this official

and you ruining your marriage for no good reason.

Whoever this weirdo was in your cellar...

- Attic. - Whoever he was,

he had nothing to do with Alice's murder, OK?

PHONE RINGS

Give me a minute.

- Hello? - Now we know why Bashir wanted to move on.

"Nothing to see here."

She wilfully ignored evidence Alice had a stalker.

And a lover.

It didn't fit the Jason Webb narrative,

so it was screened out.

"Suppressed" would be another word.

What are you going to do?

Confront her. I'm done with sneaking around.

What about this cottage? Worth a visit, I reckon.

Forensics? Five years on?

Any other room in the house, no.

The attic...

DOOR OPENS

It's just at the end of this lane.

Has it changed much?

Nah.

We don't really get out here much.

Thinking about selling it, but...

Where did he make his escape?

Through the attic window.

And then I chased him into the woods.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Jason Webb!

- He followed us! - Nikki...

Is this who I think it is? Is this him?!

Turn around and go.

No, I'd like to meet him. I'd like to shake his hand.

Then I'll beat him into his fucking grave!

Jason! You said all that matters is getting to the truth

of what happened to Alice.

We're close. Really close. Don't get in the way of that.

What's his name?

Go, now.

For Alice's sake.

- Boss? - Mm?

What does the name Steve Gantry mean to you?

I could be wrong, but he might have made a hole in the ceiling.

Above the bed?

I mean, what else was he doing up there?

You decorated since?

No. Oh, shit. Yes.

Right. Er, could get messy.

This is going to take a while, Steve.

Where are you?

- In bed. - Huh?

Huh? Where are you?

Shine the light.

When did you get so boring?

Found it.

There's a hair.

Follicle?

If it hasn't dried out...

- There it is. - Mm-hm.

Hmm.

Think he used that to make the hole?

Look at that. Got to be some prints on this, right?

I think you trumped my follicle.

Belt and braces, baby.

YELLING OUTSIDE: Help!

Help!

- Steve? - Steve?

In the woods!

Steve?

Here!

I'm here.

- Steve? - STEVE GRUNTS

Steve.

- Shit. - Nikki.

OK. We're here. We're going to get you some help.

He's been stabbed. He's bleeding out.

- There's a phone in the house. - OK.

STEVE MUMBLES AND GROANS

Steve, it's OK.

STEVE YELLS

FIRE CRACKLING

WHOOSHING

What?

GLASS SHATTERS

How is he?

They think he'll be OK.

It's all gone - the evidence.

Who knew we were coming, Nikki?

CLAIRE: You told Dr Alexander

you were going to beat Steve Gantry into his grave.

How likely am I to say that then actually do it?

Mm? How stupid would I have to be?

You didn't tell anyone that you were there?

No. Why would I?

Or that Steve Gantry had a cottage in East Dean Forest?

No.

Er, I mean, I told my lawyer, Richard. That's it.

Richard Mazer?

Yeah. He's...

He's my confidant. I tell him everything.

Does he tell you everything?

Richard?

No. I mean, no way.

Someone attacked Steve Gantry in that wood,

someone who knew he'd be there.

CLAIRE: How long has Mazer worked for you?

From the very beginning.

First he was our personal solicitor...

..Then when the company took off...

He's been great. He's handled everything.

CLAIRE: So he was around Alice a lot?

Y...

OK, look, this is absolutely nuts, OK?

Is it?

You said your barrister didn't push the stalker angle

because it sounded made up.

Was that Mazer's suggestion?

You won leave to appeal on the basis

of Saskia verifying the stalker's existence, yes?

Yeah, basically.

Maybe Mazer didn't like that direction of travel.

So he made a pre-emptive strike,

paid Booth to confess to Alice's murder

and fed him the location of the body through Andrews.

Yeah. That only stands up if we can connect Mazer and Andrews.

Maybe we can.

Andrews smashed up a casino last year,

but got off because, and I quote,

"he had a good lawyer".

JILLY: Check the personnel database.

Any complaints against an officer will be fully documented.

- On it. - Thank you.

SHE SIGHS Yes.

Andrews was represented by Richard Mazer.

Wait, there was something. Er...

I mean, I dismissed it.

It's our... our wedding promo video.

It should be on the old Tenacity PT website.

I mean, if it still exists.

BELLS PEAL/CHEERING

CHEERING INTENSIFIES

Whoo! Yes!

CHEERING CONTINUES

Go back. I want to see that again.

Richard, listen, I need you to come and meet me, OK?

Yeah. What's up? I'm in the gym. You all right?

Yeah, don't know. Probably just jumping at shadows.

Yeah, probably. Want to come to the office?

Er, no, I need you to come and meet me, OK?

CHEERING

Whoo! Yes!

JILLY: Stop there, please.

Can you zoom in on that?

JACK: Not a happy chappy.

Jason!

Get a fix on his phone.

Never a dull moment.

Thanks for coming, Richard.

Always.

What is it?

Jason?

I keep thinking about that email that Alice got on our honeymoon.

You know, the one that blew everything up.

The one about me siphoning off money.

- Ancient history. Don't beat yourself up. - I'm not.

I keep thinking about the person who made sure

she got that email, but in a way that it looked...

..innocent, just accidental.

Like a bounce-back message.

Then the chain underneath just happened to lay it all out bare,

and that was the end of the honeymoon.

I don't know where you're going with this.

The police are on their way, Richard.

They know.

I just need to hear it from you.

I need to know what you did to her!

Alice?

Richard! What are you doing here?

I needed to speak to you one to one.

You know you can do that any time, right?

- No. - Jason's always there, and...

..it concerns him.

OK.

You did the right thing breaking off the honeymoon.

Now you need to break off the marriage.

Oh, Richard...

Jason knows that he's messed up.

Jason...

I'm lost.

What have you got there? Same knife you used on Gantry?

All I ever did was try to help you, Jason.

You...

..and Alice.

He doesn't deserve you, Alice. He doesn't fucking deserve you!

And nor does Steve.

Oh, God. It's you, isn't it?

It's you!

I trusted you above... Above everybody!

And... you could trust me again.

Fuck you!

Alice!

Alice, please!

ALICE YELLS

SHE CRIES OUT

Stop!

Don't, Richard. Stop it!

Richard! Stop!

SHE CRIES OUT

HE YELLS

No! No!

SHE CRIES OUT

What did you do?!

Tell me!

- Wait, please. Jason, please! - I'm listening!

I said I'm listening!

OK, OK. OK, OK.

I just wanted to warn her.

Just wanted to advise her, like I always did.

About what?!

Fuck off!

ALICE SOBS

About what?!

SLICING THUD/RICHARD CRIES OUT

RICHARD GROANS

JASON BREATHES HEAVILY

I'm sorry.

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