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1 We had a line of people behind me, I'm looking through the door.

She climbs up...

We peek through the door. She is stood here...

With the medieval grille or whatever it was called...

She stands up. Without... Without batting an eye...

- Ah, Miss Venables. - Mr Mallors.

Evening, all!

Max, usual for me, and tonight, it is five minutes to happy hour,

and I want you all to be happy, particularly you...

Elena, I've warned you before about dallying.

♪ Stop walking in the rain... ♪

Something smells good.

It is good! It's a pity you won't be around to eat it.

You want me to blow off a date to stay in and have lunch with my dad?

Does this hot date have a name?

His name is Owen. I met him online.

- He's a drummer in a band. - Is he?

- You know what drummers are, don't you? - What?

Somebody who hangs about with musicians.

He's gonna think I'm trying to seduce him.

- Ah, it's the idea, isn't it? - Dad!

Well, it was different in my day.

You know, you went into a pub. Saw a girl, you know.

Offered to buy her a drink. If she said yes, you were in.

You shared a bag of chips on the bus home from Allerton.

Your mother was a cheap date.

I was after a man in uniform,

but the bus driver was taken.

Anyway, this Owen, he should count himself lucky.

- I won't be late. - Drive carefully, love,

cos the... the roads are still icy out there, yeah?

She seems keen.

Online dating, yeah... Hope he lives up to his profile.

Yeah, let's just hope he doesn't have a profile like yours.

- Oh-ho! - Mm!

So, I hope you're not hungry

cos this is gonna take a while, you know?

- Makes a nice change. - What, me in the kitchen?

- You and me... home alone. - Hmm!

Remember that boat Jackie Daniels was selling?

- Yeah, ha! - I think we should buy it.

What? But it-it-it's falling apart! It's rotting in the yard.

Yeah, but we could restore it together. Oh, come on!

It'd be an adventure, yeah? Yeah?

♪ Nothing will stop me Loving you... ♪

Ugh... Fuck's sake.

Carol.

- So you two found the body? - Yes, that's right, yeah.

And where were you two?

- Carol called you, then? - Yeah. Female fatality.

I've given her clearance to bring you in.

Rolling contract, need-to-know basis.

Oh, well, it's good to know where we stand!

One of the engineers found a body under the turbine over there.

Some of the details are particularly disturbing.

We could do with your take on things.

A seasoned perspective.

Oh, is that what they call it these days?

I've been summoned back to brief the Super.

- Good to have you back on the team. - Yeah. Keeps me out of trouble.

- Carol. - Thank you.

Unidentified female, mid to late-20s.

My gut instinct says that you need to be in on this one.

OK.

Thanks.

- And how long's she been down there? - Well, she was hidden in peat,

which would have slowed down the rate of decomposition.

What about an educated guess, Wendy?

Days, weeks, possibly, but I will need to do some tests.

Blunt force trauma injury, back of the head.

What about these lacerations on her heels?

Suggests she was killed somewhere else and then dumped here.

We'll get someone to check the footpath for shoe treads.

- Any sign of a weapon? - Anything that might lead us to an ID?

No bag, no phone.

We're still sifting the immediate area for evidence.

- What about this tattoo? - Well, a distinctive design.

I'll get the pictures sent over.

- You might wanna have a look at these. - Yeah?

They were found hidden next to the body.

Suggests this wasn't a random act of violence.

Some kind of personal connection.

We'll get the flowers ID'd back at the lab.

Sorry to interrupt. The wind farm CEO has arrived, Harry Graylish.

Wants to speak to whoever's in charge.

- We're pretty much done here. - Thanks. Can you get onto Mispers?

See if anyone flags up that fits her description, yeah?

- Yeah, boss. - Thanks, mate.

Somebody must be missing this girl.

There's, er, not much I can tell you

at this stage, Mr Graylish, erm...

It's the body of a woman, and enquiries are continuing.

Well, I've spoken to the foreman,

and none of the crew reported seeing anything suspicious.

Do the turbines have CCTV?

Oh, it's satellite webcam surveillance.

It's run remotely from head office.

OK, we'll need access to that footage.

Well, I'll get someone to send it over.

What about on-site security?

Er, maintenance would have done a routine sweep.

I mean, most of the turbines are fairly remote.

Pretty much look after themselves.

- So anyone could've had access? - Public right of way.

We'll need to speak to those maintenance personnel.

None of my crew had anything to do with this.

Just routine enquiries

just to make sure there's nothing we've missed.

Right, well, if this site is shut down,

I'll lose money.

A woman has been murdered, Mr Graylish.

Yeah.

We'll do everything we can to get things back up and running for you.

I'll go and tell the crew they've been furloughed.

Yes, young man?

Tyre tracks.

Follows a path right through the heather. Found it.

Yeah, I see that.

Has there been a murder, then?

You know, I'm not obliged to tell you that.

It puts me in mind of that unsolved Jane Doe case.

Fuerte Viento Wind Farm, Atacama Desert.

Oh, puts you in mind, does it, yeah?

Well, I'm not familiar with that case, sadly.

Evidence pointed to extra-terrestrials.

Body was, like, covered in radioactive sand. It were mental.

Right, OK. That's it, come on.

Just get your bike and get out of here. Come on.

Is that anyone we should be talking to?

No. Just some kid with time on his hands.

But there's some interesting tyre tracks up there, though.

- We'll get someone to check it out. - What about Graylish?

He didn't like us talking to his workers.

I think we should run background checks

on all of his turbine workers, temporary, contractual.

See if there's any previous on any of them.

I've been thinking about those flowers

that were left at the crime scene.

Could be pointing to someone with narcissistic tendencies.

Boss! Forensics found this on the footpath.

- Looks like a staff ID card. - Gabriela Baldoni.

- Palace Hotel. - I know the manager, James Mallors.

He used to be a regular at the club.

- Sooner we get over there. - See what he says.

If it isn't the singing detective!

Perfect timing for a lunchtime aperitif.

Sadly, this is not a social call.

DI Farman, Copelton Police.

We're here about a member of your staff.

- Gabriela Baldoni. - Ah, I'm afraid you're out of luck.

She's recently left the hotel's employment.

- When was this? - A couple of weeks ago.

Disagreement with the housekeeper.

Oh, is Gabriela in some kind of trouble?

This was Gabriela's room.

We haven't got round to replacing her yet.

We've had a few difficulties recruiting staff.

And all of this stuff, was this all hers?

I think it's fair to say she left in a hurry.

How long had she been working here for?

We took her on at the beginning of the summer.

Her contract was extended for conference season.

Can you tell me about the disagreement you had?

She'd been out that afternoon

and came back late for her evening shift.

Wasn't the first time, either.

- What day was this? - Friday before last.

Her shift should have started at seven.

And where had she been?

What the staff get up to outside of working hours

is none of my concern.

How did she seem?

Perhaps a little flustered, upset about something.

Yet you gave her the sack, all the same.

I gave her notice. She'd had several warnings.

Packed her bags and left, there and then.

Who did Gabriela share with?

Elena, another reluctant chambermaid.

She'll need to be told.

How well did you know Gabriela?

Well, as well as any of the housekeeping staff.

A good manager always keeps his distance.

Yes... course.

And... did you see her the night that she left?

Not that I remember.

Well, we were busy that weekend. Three-day conference.

It's the only way to keep the rooms full out of season.

Yeah... and did Gabriela socialise

with any of these guests in particular?

No, hotel bar's out of bounds.

I mean, there are certain rules for live-in staff.

I see... Er, no, thanks.

Er, but that wasn't the reason why she was dismissed, is it?

Gabriela could be... rather headstrong.

Sangue caldo. Hot-blooded.

Miss Venables had exacting standards.

So you knew her well enough, then?

Listen, Ridley, if this comes back to bite us...

A murder to contend with. Business is slow enough as it is.

I know.

I'll do what I can to keep it in check.

I was under the impression that you were retired.

Yeah, they just want my input on this case.

You know, consultancy basis, that sort of thing.

Best to keep busy... after everything that happened.

Yeah...

so everybody keeps telling me.

We should catch up over a drink...

..if ever you need to talk.

Thanks, but I think this is gonna keep me busy for a while.

Scanned copies of her passport and residence permit.

What about a mobile number?

We would have had it somewhere on her records.

I don't suppose you have a contact for her next of kin, do you?

With live-in staff, there was never a need to ask for one.

It's just, er...

we'll need a member of the hotel staff to identify the body.

Well, if there's really no-one else...

I'll get an officer to bag up the rest of her things. Thanks.

So, how long had you been Gabriela's roommate?

A few months. All the cleaners have to share.

So you must have known her pretty well, then.

Erm... I wouldn't say we were friends.

Did she ever tell you that she was being followed

or harassed or that she was concerned about her safety?

Not that I remember.

- What about her social life? - We don't get much time off.

No.

So you wouldn't necessarily know what she was doing between shifts?

I know she was seeing someone, someone with money, erm...

Gabriela like to think she was better than the rest of us.

She thought cleaning rooms was beneath her.

Mm-hm. And do we have a name for this man, this someone?

Mm-mm, maybe he was married. They usually are.

So, when did you find out that she'd left?

Er, not until I'd finished my shift that night.

- I think the housekeeper told me. - Didn't you think that was strange

that Gabriela had just... disappeared like that?

Of course, I was worried. I sent her messages.

I didn't hear back for a few days, but then...

then she sent me a reply to tell me she'd gone back home.

- Do you have that message? - Mm.

Thanks.

And where exactly is home?

Somewhere near Rome. That's all I know.

Go back to the statements again

and find something what can give us a lead.

- Right, you're on. - Yeah, couple of minutes.

Ridley, that fella you were talking to

at the crime scene this morning, Kit McKellen.

Uniform gave us a heads up.

He fancies himself as a crime vigilante.

Oh!

Been cautioned for wasting police time.

Right, well, let's run a routine background check.

- See if anything flags up. - Absolutely.

OK, team. Gabriela Baldoni, an Italian migrant,

worked as a chambermaid at The Palace Hotel.

The body was found on Brackenbed Moor Wind Farm

in the early hours of this morning.

The site is owned and managed by Graylish Enterprises.

We've taken statements from all the key workers.

Nothing that gives us any leads.

What about those tyre tracks up the top lane?

Off-road radial treads. We're looking at some kind of camper van.

That moor is a magnet for happy campers.

They drive up there for the view.

We'll run an ANPR search. See if it throws up anything.

In the meantime, let's stick to what we do know.

Gabriela was last seen alive

two weeks ago on the evening of Friday the 16th,

the same evening that she was sacked from her job as a cleaner

after an altercation with the housekeeper.

She used her key card to get into her room at 7.21pm.

We've also got footage of her leaving the hotel with a suitcase.

CCTV's in the service entrance.

That's the last known sighting of Gabriela alive.

We know that she left the hotel between shifts that afternoon.

Where she went to is a mystery, but I am convinced

that it'll have some bearing on her subsequent disappearance.

What about her phone records?

Pay-as-you-go burner. We're still trying to trace her call history.

She sent a text to her roommate, Elena Mondelo,

a few days after she disappeared,

saying that she'd gone home to Italy.

- So either she was lying... - Or someone was covering their back.

Elena told us that Gabriela was seeing someone

but claims to not know his name.

Maybe that's what's got her into trouble.

Somebody must remember that tattoo on her shoulder.

We'll get it in the press release and get it signed off.

See if anyone comes forward.

In the meantime, let's focus on the night she disappeared.

I want a team over to Sowerton.

Er, public appeal for information.

Darren, do the rounds with her picture.

Bus stops, cafes, local CCTV.

And please be mindful of the nature of the crime.

We need to tread carefully with this one.

Try and keep him on a tight leash.

The fatality was due to an intracranial haemorrhage.

Two linear fractures to the base of the skull.

Any thoughts on a murder weapon?

Hammer, crow bar, something solid and heavy.

These lesions on her neck were also telling.

I'd wager they resulted from a chokehold.

Asphyxiation caused by strangling. Petechial haemorrhages,

pinpoint collections of blood in the skin.

Which gives the offender a measure of power and control.

So at first, he tries to strangle her.

She puts up a fight.

The bruises on her arm are defence wounds.

And then he bludgeons her from behind with some force.

A violent, spontaneous outburst.

We took scrapings from under her fingernails.

If there's anything there, we'll build a DNA profile,

run it against the database.

Any crime scene evidence we should know about?

Navy-blue fibres.

Cotton-polyester mix. Hoodie, sweatshirt.

Chances are her assailant was wearing it.

What about those flowers?

Amaranths, forget-me-nots and bellflowers.

They grow wild up on the moor, meadow, woodland.

Purple Columbine, the emblem of deceived lovers.

Any, er, thoughts on a timeline for the murder?

Well, from analysis of the postmortem changes,

I'd say she's been buried there between ten and 14 days.

You sure about that?

Level of postmortem staining, extent of decomposition,

I'm... pretty certain, yes.

Well, then... she couldn't have sent that text.

Gabriela was already dead.

I heard they found a body.

Young woman. Dumped near one of the turbines.

Have they any idea who she is?

Well, if they know, they're not telling.

- The kids upstairs? - Only just gone up.

That poor girl they found on the moor...

do they know who killed her yet?

You know I can't tell you that, Annie.

So, is this gonna be a permanent arrangement?

Freelance consultant, whatever that means these days.

At least I've only myself to answer to.

- As long as you're all right with it. - Well, you know...

..it's the only thing I've really ever been good at.

- Quick livener before you go? - Yeah. Why not?

Remember James Mallors, manager at The Palace Hotel?

- Oh, yeah. Hasn't been in for a while. - Hmm.

Turns out the dead girl is one of his chambermaids.

I think he's hiding something.

Fancies himself as a bit of a charmer.

Ooh, always gave me the creeps.

Wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

That's what I think.

Oh, rehearsals, Thursday, nine o'clock sharp. Don't be late!

I'm not senile yet, girl!

'Hey, guys. This is Night Jar,

'bringing you another kill-list exclusive.'

The woman has been named as Gabriela Baldoni,

a migrant Italian hotel worker.

I was there at the scene of the crime,

when the body was discovered, first-hand, eyewitness account.

Those pictures don't tell us much, Doom Dog.

I can only say at this stage

that I'm working in close partnership

with a detective from the UK police.

Look, you know the rules, no police allowed.

This one's retired. Ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.

Watch this space, people. Big revelations are coming.

'Watch out, there is rain on the way...'

Jack, shoes, now!

'..result of a relatively shallow depression centred over Ireland.'

Right, I'm gonna be late tonight, love.

Still chasing some leads on this murder case.

- This the girl from the windfarm? - Yeah.

Goodwin's organised a press call.

So hopefully that'll do something to put people's minds at ease.

Phone? I left my phone charging here last night...

Thank you.

There's, erm, something I've been meaning to talk to you about...

Jack, come on, mate. OK, can we talk about it tonight?

I want us to have another baby.

Jack.

Car, now.

OK.

You really pick your moments, don't you?

I've been thinking about this for a while.

And you didn't think that it might be worth mentioning to me?

You're never here, Carol. Well, we always said we'd have more.

- It's been 14 years, Geri. - Something always came up.

- There was always a reason to wait... - And how's that my fault?

You were Jack's birth mum.

So? Since when has that ever mattered?

- We are both his mum! - I did a home test.

- Wow. - I'm still ovulating.

Who's gonna look after the baby?

Who is gonna put in the extra hours, eh?

I mean, I am rushed off my feet as it is.

I'd get paid for maternity leave.

And either that or I can work part-time.

And with the extra coming in from your promotion, we'll manage.

OK, so you've got this all worked out, then?

I can't do this on my own, Carol.

What about Jack? I mean, have you thought about him?

Yeah, he'd have a brother, a sister,

a proper family.

- What exactly are we?! - I didn't mean it like that.

- I thought you were happy? - I am happy.

I just want something for me.

I can't deal with you right now.

We'll talk about this tonight. Jack! Car, now! Come on!

I'll book in some time at the station, shall I?

- See ya. - Bye, love.

- Oh, boss? - Yes?

I pulled up Gabriela's profile on social media.

- Yeah?, Certainly gets around. - Let me show you.

Local clubs, bars...

Regular Cinders by the look of things.

All right, well, work your way through her timeline.

Er, messages, new posts, anyone she friended.

See if anyone jumps out.

Well, she's a member of a Facebook group,

Sowerton Snooker Club.

Bit of a fixture by all accounts.

Good work.

Yeah, I knew Gabriela. She'd been a regular in here for months.

Knocked me for six when I heard she were dead.

Word certainly gets around quick.

One of the porters must've told me.

One of the porters from The Palace Hotel?

A lot of the staff drop in after their shifts.

- Cheap drinks, late licence. - Popular, was she?

Plenty of punters who'd buy her a drink.

I'm assuming these punters were men?

Let's just say she knew how to play 'em.

We think she might have been seeing someone.

Maybe one of your regulars?

If she was, she didn't tell me.

When was the last time you saw Gabriela?

Must've been a couple of weeks ago.

- She dropped in between shifts. - What time was that?

Would've been around half five.

And did you speak to her at all?

Didn't have too much to say for herself.

Nursing an orange juice, head in her phone.

So she was waiting for someone?

She sat on her own for an hour, or more.

If she was, they never showed up.

- Sign me in, Simon, will you? - You've got a visitor.

That chat with the hotel employees.

I'm guessing it didn't throw up any new leads.

Have you been following me?

We've been discussing the case on the forum.

What forum is that?

The Kill List. A true crime internet community.

Armchair detectives?

A worldwide coalition of web sleuths.

- Right. Kit, isn't it? - Yeah.

I told you, Kit, to stay out of this.

But... the tattoo on her shoulder.

Design is known as a Jelica.

Traditionally associated with the Balkan region.

Croatia, Bosnia, Albania.

Just thought it might help.

Right. OK, I'll give you that.

Information management.

- It's the future of crime solving. - Oh.

We should pool our resources. We'd make a good team.

- Do you reckon? - Yeah.

These Copelton coppers are stuck in the Stone Age.

Right.

Oh, right. Thanks, Sue.

We've narrowed down Gabriela's movements

on the day that she disappeared.

She spent an hour in between shifts at the local snooker club.

- Anything else? - She went there to meet someone,

but, apparently, they never turned up.

What about her next of kin? Any progress?

Yeah, well, we checked in with Italian police.

But so far, her name hasn't yielded any matches.

That's because she wasn't Italian.

SIM card template,

recovered from a rubbish bin in her hotel room.

Telefonit Albania.

Those documents were forgeries.

Gabriela Baldoni didn't exist.

I'm afraid Mr Mallors is indisposed. Perhaps I can help?

Yes, those documents that you gave us,

we had them checked over by our fraud team.

Gabriela Baldoni was employed here under bogus ID.

Wouldn't have been her real name,

and it's essential that we establish her proper identity.

But her references were good.

We hired her through a reputable agency.

Well, no doubt you carried out all the relevant checks?

If you're trying to imply that the management was somehow culpable...

Knowingly employing illegal migrant workers

can carry a custodial sentence.

We just want to solve this murder.

So have you any idea who she really is?

She walked in off the street.

Wanted to know if we had any vacancies.

And you just took her on, no questions asked?

All the big hotels are in on it. It suits them to turn a blind eye.

You're exploiting these workers.

They're grafting for a pittance.

I gave those girls some polish. An air of respectability.

Put a bit of spit on a dirty little scam is what you did.

What about the manager? Did he turn a blind eye, too?

Mr Mallors is easily led.

He sees a pretty girl,

and loses all sense of perspective.

And where is Mr Mallors?

He called me earlier to inform me he's under the weather.

He won't be in for a couple of days.

So he keeps his head down while you take the flak.

We're gonna have to speak to Elena Mondelo again.

She told me she grew up in Berat, Albania.

Is that where you knew her from?

I came here from Romania.

First time I met her was sharing that room.

Did she ever tell you her real name?

It's better if you don't ask those questions.

Working here illegally, Elena, is a very serious crime.

Are you going to arrest me?

That depends on what you're prepared to tell us.

And whether you can help us find the name of our victim.

It's easy enough to get the papers if you know the right people.

800 for a passport,

another 300 for a National Insurance number.

We need the names of those people who gave you the false ID.

He's not a man you want to mess with.

We just want to find out who killed her, Elena.

His name is Stewart.

Stewart Daley.

And where can we find him?

He drinks in the snooker club.

It's where he likes to do business.

Get that back entrance covered as soon as possible.

- You take the right. - Jenna. Stewart Daley.

- One of your regulars. - Not seen him in while.

Funny, we heard this was a regular home from home.

It's a great place to tout for business.

Did Stewart ever discuss his line of work with you?

- Not with me. - No.

- Well, that's just as well, isn't it? - All clear.

What is it he's supposed to have done?

We need to question him in relation to Gabriela's murder.

Yeah, well, if he does show his face I'll make sure you hear about it.

She stays here.

Nowhere to run, Stewart.

Gabriela Baldoni.

- Regular face at the snooker club. - I'd seen her around.

You gave her a fake ID and pointed her towards The Palace Hotel.

Sorry, you've lost me.

We also have a statement from Elena Mondelo,

who's also a chambermaid at The Palace Hotel,

who says she gave you £1,100 for a similar fraudulent ID.

Jenna Noble claims that you rented that office.

She thought it was a legitimate business.

If that's what she told you.

If she's involved in procuring you potential clients,

she's looking at a five-year stretch.

Only a matter of time before she speaks to us.

Well, when she does, you get back to me.

Friday before last, Stewart,

can you recount to me your movements that night?

Erm...

I would've dropped in the club. Had a few pints.

Did you see Gabriela that night?

Don't remember.

These pictures were posted on her social media.

Now, if she was working here illegally,

she should've been keeping her head down.

You seriously think I killed her?

I always looked out for my girls.

Hmm. Except if they stepped out of line.

Yeah, we know all about that assault charge.

That was a misunderstanding.

I'll tell you what I think, Stewart. I think you're a small-time hustler,

you've got a nice little scam going here,

you get your kicks out of knocking your girlfriend about...

but you're out of your depth.

Because this time, one of your girls has got murdered.

I never laid a finger on her.

Listen, Stewart. It is not looking good for you.

You're gonna have to give us something more than that.

Jenna introduced us to Gabriela at the club.

Said that she needed false papers.

OK, and you were the one to fix her up?

It's a small price to pay for a better life.

Oh. Proper bleeding heart there, mate.

Do you know Gabriela's real name?

I didn't ask.

All I needed was the money and a photograph.

We ran Stewart Daley's DNA

against the samples that we found at the crime scene.

Results were inconclusive.

What, so, nothing to connect him with the murder at all?!

Well, maybe we can charge him with forged documents?

You know, bang him up in the cell for the night?

If those women were working under false ID,

it just feels like we're gonna be back exactly where we started.

We'll find out who she really is.

- Thank you, Elliot. - That was delicious., Thank you.

Hmm. That, er, background check on Kit McKellen...

He was sectioned when he was a teenager.

Mental health issues.

- He was diagnosed with severe OCD. - Oh, right.

Well, that explains why he's so obsessed with the case.

Well, it doesn't help you've been indulging him, does it?

Yeah, well, I've told him to back off.

Hmm.

- How's the boat going? - Oh, good, yeah.

Good, good. Just looking for a new engine.

It's keeping you busy?

Apart from the splinters and backache, it's great.

Hey, maybe I could get our Jack to head over and give you a hand?

Might drag him away from that Xbox that he's been chained to.

Wouldn't say no to an extra pair of hands.

How's things going at home?

Fine. Why do you ask?

You don't seem to be in much of a rush to get back there.

Hmm.

Geri and I had a bit of a bust-up.

Nothing too serious, I hope?

She wants to have another baby.

Don't get me wrong, it's something we'd always talked about.

We planned on it. It just... It never really happened,

it never seemed like the right time.

I take it that you're not too enamoured with the idea, or...?

I know I'm too old for nappies and sleepless nights.

And this job is taking up all my time,

and I don't need another child to validate my existence.

Hmm. Have you said any of this to Geri?

No.

Maybe you should.

Hmm.

You're right.

- I should go. - I'll get this.

- Cheers, boss. - Yeah, see you later.

Yeah.

Geri?

Jack?

She went to Grandad's.

Said she'd be stopping for a night or two.

Seriously?

She left us a casserole.

Hi, Wendy.

Gabriela's DNA genome.

- Has the test come back? - Yes.

The genetic pattern suggests her ancestry

is Southern Eastern European.

More specifically, the Balkan Peninsula.

Well, that would tie in with the Jelica tattoo.

We can narrow down a person's genetic community,

but it's just a small door. An imperfect guide.

Gabriela's postmortem report's been leaked.

Who did you send it to?

The usual suspects.

Police, CPS and the Coroner's Office.

The Coroner's Office.

Thank you. That's all I need.

Kit.

Can I have a word?

Yeah. Yeah, no worries.

Gabriela's postmortem report

made its way onto that internet chatroom,

and we know...

..that you have access to the file.

I need some trophy points.

- Trophy points? - Yeah. 12,000 hits and counting.

I-I even got a slot on this evening's podcast.

Kit. That's classified intelligence.

On another day, I could arrest you for that.

No, but... postmortems are usually riddled with errors.

Pathologists make assumptions, take shortcuts.

Dr Newstone does not take short cuts.

Well, maybe there's something she missed?

Here, look.

I always start with a description and location of the body

and then work my way outwards in concentric circles.

An eight-digit algorithm based on the location of each homicide,

the victim's gender, method of killing.

- It's-It's a proven way... - Stop. Stop.

Look, Kit...

..I know that you've had...

mental health issues. I know that.

Been checking up on me?

Yeah. It would've been remiss of me if I didn't, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

Finding the pieces and solving the puzzle.

I-I can get a bit fixated.

Yeah, well, you can see how that might get you into trouble.

Can't you?

Yeah.

My mum died when I was eight.

Suicide.

She would've been around the same age as Gabriela.

The lack of any motive, flowers at the crime scene. I...

..I guess I felt some sort of connection.

Gabriela was working here illegally. We think she's probably Albanian.

So that means my hunch might be right, then?

I could run it past the group. The Albanian connection.

See-See if there's any matches.

And where exactly would these matches come from?

Our Missing Persons resource page.

Search and flyer distribution notices,

family appeals, social media...

Yeah, thanks for the offer.

But if we're ever gonna solve this crime,

it'll probably be down to good old-fashioned detective work.

Now, off you go.

Yeah. I should get back.

- Hi. - 'Yeah.'

We got hold of Gabriela's phone records.

Three calls to the same mobile the day she was murdered.

Have you got a name?

Harry's out on a grouse shoot. Should be due back any minute.

You didn't think of cancelling, given the circumstances?

These are clients who've paid for the privilege. It's business.

The weekend before last, what was your husband up to?

We had house guests. Some friends.

They arrived late afternoon on the Friday

and left after breakfast on the Monday.

What, you didn't leave the house at all?

I think we went for a walk. To the pub in the village.

We're gonna need a list of those guests

and any relevant contact information for them.

Whatever for?

Your husband has been implicated in a murder enquiry.

Harry had nothing to do with it.

They'll be expecting lunch.

We identified the woman we found on your wind farm.

She went by the name of Gabriela Baldoni.

Name doesn't ring any bells.

Really? She made three calls to your mobile phone the day she died.

Er, Gabriela and I had been seeing each other.

- It was just a fling. - How long had this been going on for?

A few months. I'd recently ended it.

Any particular reason?

It was getting too heavy. I've a family to think about.

Of course, yeah. Did you see her the day she died?

No, she called me, that Friday afternoon.

She wanted to meet in the snooker club.

To talk, she said.

We had a house full of guests. I couldn't get away.

What did she want to talk about?

She, er... She couldn't accept that I'd ended things.

She even threatened to tell Debs.

And the next day, she wound up dead on your wind farm.

Look, if I'd known it was her when I spoke to you, I...

Her name was mentioned in the public appeal.

What, you didn't fancy coming forward then?

You can see how I would've been compromised.

It would help our inquiry if you came down to the station.

Voluntary interview, just to rule yourself out.

I'll, er...

I'll go get changed.

Debs cannot find out about this.

I think that's probably the least of your worries, Mr Graylish.

Right, darling. They've just got a few questions.

I won't be long. No, there's nothing to worry about.

It's just about the girl, all right? Nothing to worry about.

He's been caught with his plus-fours down.

Hmm.

Carol.

Walk with me a sec.

We've taken statements from Harry Graylish's house guests.

They all confirm he was with them that weekend.

Well, he easily could have slipped out.

His wife can also vouch for his whereabouts.

She's clearly covering for him.

Well, unless you can find me some evidence,

we've got nothing to tie him to Gabriela's murder.

Keep me updated, all right?

Yeah.

Ridley, what I found in my experience,

is it's the way to keep a business going.

Middle-aged men with time on their hands.

Pier diems covered by company expenses...

I'm assuming Gabriela was on the payroll.

If I'm not mistaken,

this photograph was taken in this bar.

The bar that you said was out of bounds.

These girls come over here on the promise of cleaning work.

They rarely pass up the chance to earn some extra pin money.

Really?

And what exactly does that entail?

They talk, that's all.

Just... a bit of easy company.

You're practically pimping them out.

As long as the guests keep paying for drinks then everyone's happy.

And is Harry Graylish one of these guests?

A man in my position...

pays to be discreet.

Well, while you're covering for him...

we bring in the Immigration Enforcement Unit,

we'll close this hotel down, there'll be a full audit,

they'll charge you 20 grand for every illegal worker you have.

- What about that? - And compromise an old friend?

An old friend? You're breaking the law, Jimmy.

You're breaking the law.

I ran a background check on Harry Graylish.

A bit of a misspent youth.

The drink-driving charges that cost you your licence,

the fast cars, the parties, the "unsuitable" women.

- I've put all that behind me. - Yeah, the dedicated family man

who just so happens to be playing away.

Spare me the moral high ground. It won't wash.

She was working here illegally.

She wasn't even Italian.

No, she grew up near Rome. We made plans to visit.

She was telling you a pack of lies, Mr Graylish,

but maybe you already knew that.

I should really get home to my wife.

Well, we know where you are.

If there's any pressing developments...

Harry noticed Gabriela in the bar one evening,

asked me if I'd make an introduction.

Right. And you felt obliged to indulge him, did you?

He's not a man you say no to.

- How long was this going on? - Well, a couple of months...

It was clear he was smitten.

He set her up with a flat where they could meet.

She even had her own key.

Did you warn Harry Graylish that we were on to him?

I called him to tell him that she was dead

shortly after you left the hotel.

I can practically see you helping him clean up the mess.

Oh, come off it, Ridley. You don't seriously believe that?

Have you no conscience? She was working for you,

you should have been looking out for her.

Gabriela knew the score.

She was a chambermaid who'd bagged herself a bit of money.

Listen, she had her head bashed in, her body was dumped up on the moor,

and instead of being straight with me,

you were looking after your own back!

Graylish didn't kill her.

He hasn't got it in him.

Well, I hope so, for your sake.

Because if not, we're gonna be charging you

with obstructing a murder enquiry.

'You're watching The Kill List,

'and another update on the Gabriela Baldoni murder case.'

'In recent developments gleaned from DI Ridley, '

police have now confirmed that the dead woman

was, in fact, an Albanian national, working here illegally.

So what are we thinking here, Doom Dog?

Drugs? Sex trafficking?

Organised crime?

Well, Night Jar, we're not ruling anything out.

Though the case has took an unexpected twist tonight

with police questioning a Person of Interest...

Harry Graylish,

CEO of Graylish Enterprises.

Looks like he could be in the frame for her murder.

So, Mallors introduced Gabriela to Graylish,

in the bar at The Palace Hotel, and, according to him,

it developed into something more than just a fling.

And when did he tell you all this?

Last night, when I went to see him.

He was introducing his girls to the guests.

He was probably fleecing them for drinks as well, knowing him.

Another one of his scams.

He also told me Graylish had a flat in Sebdon Village,

a proper little love nest for the both of them.

Maybe if you'd told me this,

I would have had something to push back on with Graylish.

I just think we should get a warrant and search the place.

On what grounds? He came in for a voluntary interview.

Well, maybe we'll find something that we can pin on him.

Hmm. He won't like that. He gets a bit antsy.

Sounds like somebody with something to hide.

Here, DCI's on t'war path. Make yourself scarce...

Ridley! Carol! Get in here.

Harry Graylish is all over the internet,

name was posted on a true crime forum.

That's the first I've heard of it.

Doom Dog cites his source

as a retired ex-Detective Inspector Ridley.

- Even gets a name check. - Ah, is this, er... Kit McKellen?

Nice lad, thinks he's a bit of a sleuth.

What, and you've been indulging him?

I might have tipped him the wink about a couple of developments,

but I didn't give him Harry Graylish.

Wouldn't surprise me if he sues.

You can do worse than listen to what he has to say...

These web sleuths are time-sucking nuisances.

May I respectfully remind you we've got an unsolved murder,

we've got a victim with no name,

and a sociopathic killer running rings around us.

OK. Maybe if we all just calmed down?

Warned you, didn't I? Said he couldn't be trusted.

Yeah, well, it's nice to know you both got so much faith in me.

I'm gonna have to smooth things over with Graylish,

- not to mention the Super. - Don't do it on my account.

As far as I'm concerned, he's up to his eyes in it.

Get out of my office, Ridley.

A refit is the best way to get to know a boat.

Something that's been neglected, written off...

restored to its former glory.

Step back at the end of the day,

the sun behind you, a contented look on your face.

A job well done.

I'm not sure how this'll hold up.

Look, I've told you, Jack. Those bits are temporary.

Wouldn't it be easier to just buy a new one?

Yes, it would.

But this boat is beyond sentimental value to me.

It was my wife's idea.

Mum says you never talk about 'em.

My mum's had a bust up.

Yeah, she told me she had words with Geri.

- Sure she'll be home soon. - Why, where's she gone?

Mum takes her for granted sometimes.

Hiya!

Don't worry. These things happen, it'll be all right.

Thought you might want a lift.

I'm on my bike.

That's all right, we'll stick it in the back of the car.

Yeah, you go ahead, I'll tidy up. No worries.

I hope he hasn't outstayed his welcome.

No, not at all. He's a great lad.

Yeah.

I've managed to calm things down with Goodwin.

I'm sure if you offered an apology...

Ha! You know that is not gonna happen.

And you're entirely blameless as usual!

I would never compromise a case, you know that.

We've recovered files off Stewart Daley's laptop.

Foreign nationals with suspected fake IDs.

It's gonna take us a while to get through them.

Yeah, well, you know, Gabriela,

maybe she's just one of those people who didn't wanna be found?

Changes her name,

finds herself in a foreign country, just slips between the cracks.

Mispers didn't give us any matches.

You know, you could do worse than bring in Kit McKellen.

That website he's got has got loads of Missing Persons posts.

Goodwin would never go for it.

An informal briefing, you know. He's smart, he comes up with stuff.

It's worth a go.

I'll get Darren to set up a meeting.

Let's regroup tomorrow morning. Clean slate.

That is if you can tear yourself away from this.

Not bad, is it?

See you.

Oh, Jack. Come here, I'll do it.

♪ Doo-doo-dootle-doo-doo ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Pick it up tomorrow.

- Sounded good. - Yeah, yeah.

The guys are brilliant, but for God's sake, don't tell them.

Good musicians cost money, you know?

Shouldn't you be down at the station this morning?

Yeah...

I think they can get along without me.

You walked.

Not exactly, no.

Well, are you gonna tell me what happened or shouldn't I ask?

Oh, I don't know.

I just think things have moved on since my day, Annie.

Oh, you mean Carol, calling the shots.

Yeah...

..that as well. Yeah.

Gonna take some getting used to.

Well, you did the right thing, going back there.

Yeah, well, you know, the boat keeps me busy,

but I did need something else.

- I'll head off, yeah. - Yeah.

See you, guys.

- See you! - See you!

Don't you dare pull a stunt like that on me again,

you understand?

The only reason you're not handed over to the authorities

is because I still think you've got something to offer. Right?

- Yeah. - OK, let's go and do this briefing.

OK.

Morning.

So, we've...

narrowed down the list of potential matches.

Could be worth looking through the list of names.

Women of Albanian extraction who've been reported missing

on the website in the past three years.

Gabriela's profile was posted on Interpol.

We didn't get any matches.

Those profiles are notoriously inaccurate.

Often they bear very little resemblance

- to the face of the actual victim. - Gabriela's hair was bleached.

That fact alone could have skewed any searches.

That's true, and if we have to make our enquiries

to the Albanian police, that could take weeks.

I like to pick a random UID, though.

A UID?

It's an... Unidentified Decedent.

It-It don't matter. It's, er... just a crime-solving acronym.

What's important is if you... look at her face,

you experience an emotional response. Yeah?

But when you turn it upside down,

the response becomes more objective...

I'm sorry, I don't see how this is moving things forward.

Er...

I make a note of any vital statistics.

Height, hair colour, weight,

and then I make a note of any unique features.

Veneers, broken bones, tattoos.

The space between the chin and the nose is vital.

And then I just compare it with any Missing Person reports.

Like a dating website for dead people.

Right! Well, we will work our way through those names,

and, er... see if it matches any of the photos

that we found on Stewart Daley's laptop.

Wait, I haven't showed you the algorithms.

Some other time, eh? Cheers, Ridley.

Cops are sceptical at the best of time,

I'd take what they say with a pinch of salt.

- Come on., Web sleuths are worse. - Yeah.

These true crime communities are awash with competitive drama.

It was worth a try. Thanks for coming in.

Oh, I'm happy to help. As long as it gives us some new leads.

- Yeah., Is, er... - that where it all happens, then?

- The incident room? - Yeah.

- PC Glover here will see you out. - Oh, yeah.

- Who called it in? - One of the cab firms...

We've had a breakthrough with the taxi firms.

Look, a cab driver picked up a fare

that matched Gabriela's description.

The rank outside the hotel the night she disappeared.

Why haven't we brought him in?

Dispatch are still tracking his address.

- Do we know where he took her? - Yeah. Up out to Sebdon Village.

Thanks, Darren.

Ridley?

Looks like blood.

We have a statement from a taxi driver

saying that he dropped Gabriela off in Sebdon Village at 9pm

on the last night that she was seen alive.

I've no idea what she was doing there.

I think she was meeting you.

I've already told you, I didn't see Gabriela that weekend.

This is Gabriela's mobile phone.

It was found in the bedroom of a flat that you own on Saxon Road.

- She might have left it there. - On the night she was murdered?

She could have let herself in any time.

The same mobile was used to text Elena Mondelo

to reassure her that Gabriela was safe and well,

but we know that she was already dead by then.

Well, I didn't send it.

Also in the drawer, we found a hoodie, navy blue,

which matches the fibres that were found on Gabriela's body.

I opened those drawers in the bedroom.

I would have seen them.

Oh. So you WERE in the flat recently, then?

Hmm?

Look, I-I...

- I might have gone there yesterday... - Er...

I-I-I needed some space, you know, somewhere to think.

Look... Harry...

we also found blood on the premises,

which Forensics confirm as Gabriela's.

- What? - So you can see how I am assuming

that you went back to that flat

to clean up some incriminating evidence,

that connected you to the murder.

I didn't clean up anything! Someone is setting me up!

Look, I think that you eventually found out

what she was like, she was demanding,

she may have been sleeping with someone else,

but she was definitely playing Harry Graylish.

You went back to break it up,

but she wasn't having any of it, am I right?

I could never have hurt Gabriela.

I loved her.

Pretty convenient, don't you think?

First, she was a fling, and now she's the love of his life.

Yeah. Sounded pretty genuine, though.

He's got form as a serial philanderer.

Yes, he's also got an alibi for the window of the murder.

His wife. Do we believe her?

Do we believe him?

Take a seat.

So, did your husband tell you that he was having an affair?

Didn't need to. The signs were all there.

Discretion is hardly Harry's forte.

He was never gonna leave me.

All this.

The one certainty I always held on to.

'I caught sight of the headlights from the kitchen window.

'She was younger than I expected.'

I want to see Harry.

You won't be seeing my husband again.

You think he can just throw me aside when it suits him?

He promised he would look after me.

Well, Harry's promises have never accounted for much.

You will never make him happy!

Not the way I can!

Part of me wanted to take her inside,

and show him up for the man he really was.

Instead, I sent her packing.

I did everything I could to save face.

And did you tell your husband about this encounter?

The situation had been dealt with.

We've recovered some forensic evidence

that links him to Gabriela's murder.

If you're covering for him, that's a serious crime.

He went out early, on the Sunday.

Before the house had even woken up.

- Said he needed to go to the office. - The office in Sowerton?

He was gone an hour at the most.

Back before breakfast.

We've got enough on Graylish to take this to the CPS.

The alibi's shot to pieces.

He doesn't fit the profile of a sociopath.

To hell with his profile. Her blood was in his flat.

Negligible traces of blood,

inconsistent with a blunt trauma injury.

You really think someone planted it there?

All feels a bit tidy to me.

He's an arrogant, puffed-up misogynist.

And my gut tells me that he did it. Even his wife has her doubts.

Jack tells me that Geri's left the house, is that right?

She'll be home soon enough.

She's just so good at the mum thing, you know?

Like she's...

she's got this special connection with Jack.

And sometimes I... I just feel like I'm surplus to requirements.

Yeah, you know, sometimes in this job...

you just forget the things that matter.

It's Goodwin.

Yeah. Got to be off.

Hold on. You gonna tell me where you're going?

No.

Beginning to think you weren't coming.

- You've lost weight. - Huh.

Stomach hasn't been right.

Food in here is inedible. Nurse gave me some aspirin.

Gotta look after yourself.

Well, I don't know what they expect, locked up in this place.

Bright lights and stinking latrines, I shouldn't even be in here.

They've asked me to go on a course...

..to hold me to account.

Recognise the damage I've done to myself and others.

Restorative justice.

It's all the rage these days.

I told them about your visits.

Been talking things through for months now.

Unfortunate events of that night.

That murder up on Brackenbed Moor...

was a nasty business.

No arrests, then?

Still building a profile, you know.

So you thought you'd come to me for pointers?

Hard to second guess a sociopath.

Sociopaths are fantasists.

They like to play games.

Lives tend to be pretty mundane.

Dead-end jobs.

Deprived of any meaningful stimulation.

Often... damaged by a previous traumatic event.

Slighted at some stage in their life.

Driven by a cloying need for approval.

We think this man knew the woman.

He'll be watching the case with... a zealous fanaticism.

Returning to the scene of the crime.

But his ego will get the better of him.

Sooner or later, he's going to make a mistake.

The flowers.

The lack of motive, the flowers at the crime scene.

He knew about the flowers.

Hi. Er...

I'm looking for Kit McKellen, Senior Data Analyst.

He's never a data analyst. He's a filing clerk.

Is he still in the building?

He finished his shift 20 minutes ago.

Any chance of getting his home address?

- Hiya. - You're home early.

Couldn't leave you to fend for yourself, could I?

I'm 14.

Have you heard from your mum?

She called this morning, just to check in.

Oh, right.

Look, erm... I know you spoke to Ridley about the baby thing.

I didn't mean to tell him, just kind of slipped out.

No. You're not in any trouble.

I just realised that we've been shutting you out.

So I've decided that I'm gonna cook us dinner.

And we are gonna sit down and we are gonna talk,

just the two of us.

- Why are you laughing? - Nothing.

Fine, let's do it.

'Sociopaths are fantasists.

'They like to play games.'

Finding the pieces and then solving a puzzle,

I can get a bit fixated.

'Lives tend to be pretty mundane.

'Dead-end jobs.

'Deprived of meaningful stimulation.

'Often damaged by a previous traumatic event.

'Slighted at some stage in their life.'

Purple Columbine.

The emblem of deceived lovers.

'Oh, he'll be following this case with a zealous fanaticism.

'Returning to the scene of the crime.'

There been a murder, then?

'Even fleeting attachments...

'become hugely significant.'

'We should pool our resources.

'We'd make a good team.'

'This is DI Farman. Please leave a message.'

Listen, I know who killed Gabriela.

It was Kit McKellen. I'm on my way to his place now.

It's a cottage up in Erlingside Woods.

Probably gonna need back-up.

- I'll do those. - I'm OK.

I should cook more often.

Once in a blue moon is more than enough.

So, how would you feel

if we did decide to have another baby?

Do we really need to talk about this now?

Well, it's just... it's a big change, that's all.

You mean a big change for you?

That's not fair.

I guess I could babysit sometimes.

Take it for walks and stuff.

OK, that's good to know.

Because, you know, babies, they can be pretty full on.

I think I'd be cool with it, if it meant you were home more.

I'll dry.

- Hello. - 'Stewart? Stewart?'

Oh, Stewart's not here. It's Kit.

I need him to pick me up.

W-W-Wait. Tell me where you are. I'll come and get you.

Must have been a real bind.

To lose them both like that.

I don't get it.

I think it's supposed to be artistic.

Why don't you try Mum again?

OK.

I'll give her a call.

Be back in a minute.

I followed your case with some interest.

Almost felt as if I knew you.

No.

You don't know me, Kit.

I knew you'd get there in the end, though.

When did you realise... that I'd...

I remembered that you mentioned the flowers, at the crime scene.

We didn't tell the public that.

Stupid.

Yeah. Careless.

Those passport forgeries, they're, er...

they're really good.

I taught myself to work with intaglio ink.

Watermarks, random fibres.

Works of art.

Stewart dismissed me as some sort of joke.

'I'm not.

'This con would have been nothing without me.'

Another job for you.

You might wanna knock a couple of years off her age.

Yeah, it'll take me a few days.

End of tomorrow.

'I created Gabriela.

'You know, gave her a name,

'a history.'

She already had a name, Kit.

You don't get it.

'I made her something special.

'We were meant to be together.

'I... I wanted to tell her from the moment I set eyes on her.'

Er... I'd better put the case in the back for you.

I can manage.

Yeah. You all right?

Everyone else abandoned her,

I picked her up, brought her here.

'Somewhere warm, somewhere safe.'

Something to drink?

- A beer. - Yeah.

I'm gonna try and ring Stewart again,

I'm-I'm gonna have to stay somewhere tonight.

N-No need.

Have you seen my phone?

Er... no. No.

Zoti im!

- Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa. Whoa! - Ah!

Stop. Stop.

If she hadn't have seen the photos, started screaming...

Please.

She said I was crazy.

But I'm... I'm not.

'But I couldn't let her go.'

I was only trying to calm her down.

Her skull was smashed in, Kit.

And everything you've done since has been to cover your tracks.

That ID you planted on the moor,

the text you sent to Elena.

Pinning it all on Harry Graylish, no sign of remorse.

No, Graylish didn't deserve her!

He didn't deserve her!

'She was too good for Graylish.'

I set everything up.

'He ruined it.'

He... He ruined it.

Must have been awful for you, that time.

When your mum died.

I just wanted her to love me.

That's all I wanted.

That's all we all want, Kit.

That's all we all want.

I can help you, Kit.

Get somebody to talk to, you know.

But you're gonna have to come down to the station.

Will you do that?

- Yeah. - Good lad.

Mind your head.

Those profiles you shared with us in the briefing,

were any of them Gabriela's?

I thought if I gave you those other names,

- some missing faces... - It would buy you some time?

You knew who Gabriela was. You knew where she came from.

And yet you sat there and you lied to us.

I didn't wanna share her with anyone.

She was already dead, Kit.

We talked.

On the way back from Sebdon.

She told me things she ain't never told anyone.

What places she'd seen, where she came from.

We know she was born in Berat, Albania.

She said it was beautiful. Just hidden away in the mountains.

Did she say why she left?

For a better life.

She was sick of cleaning rooms.

Her feet were swollen, her shoes were too tight.

She said no-one in England ever listened to her.

I did.

Listen, she said she loved the sunshine.

You misread the signals, Kit.

Thought if I told her who I was, what... what I did for her,

she... she would see I was different.

She would feel the same way I felt.

Gabriela had a family, Kit.

People who are missing her.

People who need to be told.

What's her name, Kit?

The name her mother gave her?

Mina.

Her name's Mina Albescu.

We've got a result from Misper.

She left her home town of Berat 15 years ago.

Didn't get on with her dad.

She's been missing for 15 years?

Yeah. Her family always assumed that she was safe somewhere.

Yeah. She was...

until she ran into Kit McKellen.

I'll get someone from the murder team to contact Albanian police.

They can make arrangements for a formal identification.

He was hiding in plain sight.

I will never know how I didn't see that one coming.

The most important thing is you put him away.

That's what matters.

You going somewhere, Ridley?

Yeah. My desk's been requisitioned.

Maybe we could find you a cupboard somewhere?

For the box?

Thank you, Sir.

Been thinking about how we should play this.

Press briefing first thing tomorrow.

Five minute precis, my office?

Yeah, actually...

That's gonna have to wait.

I've got to get home.

Right.

♪ As the dawn breaks ♪

♪ Over roof slates ♪

♪ Hope hung on every washing line ♪

♪ As your heart aches ♪

♪ Over life's fate ♪

♪ I know we never had much time ♪

♪ For us to give ♪

♪ But we did ♪

♪ There's something In those deep blue eyes

♪ As the light creeps over ♪

♪ The houses ♪

♪ And the slates are darked by rain ♪

♪ In this morning search for meaning ♪

♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪

♪ And she's singing just for me ♪

♪ I hear a songbird's melody ♪

♪ And she's singing just for me ♪

♪ Oh, she's singing just for me ♪

♪ A simple songbird's melody. ♪

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