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I'd have done that for you, babe.

Well, he could have been brought in last night and we'd be washing now.

Don't worry, it's only a few towels.

Oh, that racket.

She's not supposed to start before nine.

OK, don't stress. We all know what she's up to.

Well, it's not going to work.

Maybe it's time to listen to Gracie's offer.

Look at what he's doing to you.

I don't care.

Yeah, well, I do.

You mean more to me than bricks and mortar.

This is our home, Dean.

And moving would solve all of our problems.

No. It might solve everything for us. We can't let Caroline and Phil down like

that. I don't trust Phil anymore, Kerry.

You shouldn't either. Oh, you're being completely and utterly ridiculous.

Just leave it.

Thanks, Mum, but I don't feel it. There's trouble at Mill, I'm telling

And I keep thinking I'm about to go into labour.

It sounds like the Braxton Hicks, darling.

Braxton Hicks? Who does he play for?

It wasn't funny the first time, Dad.

You've got a few weeks to go yet.

The first ones tend to be late anyway.

According to this baby podcast I've been following.

You subscribe to a baby podcast?

Oh, Dad.

Anything for my Evie.

Look who I found hiding in the loft.

I stitched his eye back on.

It's perfect.

Thanks, Mum.

What do you think?

Cease and desist.

What's this for?

Next door's wheelie bins.

They can consider themselves served. You're going legal.

I'm sick of them dumping their rubbish in our bins.

Are you sure that's what they're doing?

And the rest.

Oh, thank you so much for the invitation.

I'd be delighted to join you on your yacht for cocktails.

Shall we say 8 o 'clock? I prefer a gin and fizz.

No, I'm going to be busy at the opera.

Well, that's another one sorted.

Don't you want to hang on to a few pieces?

Do not give her the option.

A clear out's a clear out.

Susie's right.

And while we're here, we could shift your great -aunt's newspapers.

Just say the word.

Might have to hire a lorry. A lorry's more like. Oh, stop it, the pair of you.

The mink can go, the newspapers stay.

Oh, has your great -aunt always been so glum?

Well, she used to be, and then she changed.

But I never knew why.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Jess.

I'm so sorry.

How clumsy of me.

Here. Oh, no.

How's Lisa getting on? You're loving it.

She said things have calmed down a bit since Freshers' Week.

What does she get up to? I don't know.

Look at this.

Who's that?

I have no idea.

Aunt Jess never married, never had a boyfriend.

She told me she was proudly single her whole life.

Nope.

Dean?

You go first.

No, no.

After you.

Honestly, the two of you are just behaving... Caroline?

He was with her all these years.

Not years.

Decades. You dark horse. Great, aren't you?

Judith, you have to find out who he is.

What have we got?

Stabbing. Male.

Appears to be in his 30s. Name?

Has he got any ID on him?

No phone, no wallet, no keys.

Not even a receipt from a coffee shop.

Pockets are clean.

Murder weapon? There's nothing found at the body, but the pathologist believes

the victim suffered a penetrating wound to the right kidney.

Blade would have been about an inch wide.

Death would have been fast.

Possibly even within seconds with the internal bleeding.

Do we have a time of death?

She thinks within the last three hours.

Any signs of a struggle?

Not that she could see, no.

Anything else?

Well, yeah, just one thing. There's pollen on his trousers.

Could be something.

Could be nothing.

I want the whole close searched. Storm drains, gutters, bins, and tell the team

to look out for the victim's ID.

Killer might have dumped it. Got it.

Where are we up to?

Only two houses in the close are occupied.

We've been talking to the four witnesses who found the victim just after 8am.

Names? So, at 22 Linnet Close, there's Kerry and Dean Butler.

Both in bed until 8am. Didn't hear or see anything before that.

It's the same story with Caroline and Phil Wingrove at number 24.

The first time they knew something was wrong was when they saw the body. Oh,

come on.

They all say they've never seen him before.

Well, maybe it's an act for our benefit.

It's a bit risky, isn't it?

Killing someone and then leaving them on your own doorstep.

Well, despite what some people might think, criminals aren't very smart.

That's why they end up in jail.

I'll tell you this much.

He had money.

So it's worth at least a grand. A grand?

If I had spare cash to flash, I wouldn't waste it on clobber. Yeah, we can tell.

A peaceful weekend away.

Nobody getting on my nerves.

Now that's worth a grand.

Any more updates?

Three more posts all saying the same thing. The police have locked down Lynne

and Chloe.

God bless Facebook community groups.

Oh, hold on. There's a new post. What does it say?

Someone called Graham says he's got some pallets for sale. What is it with

people who are trying to sell pallets?

OK. I've seen Tanika. We need to get inside the courtroom. There's a little

through the woods round the back.

The dog walkers know all the best shortcuts.

I'm with you.

I don't buy it.

How do you mean?

A man with no identity is stabbed first thing in the morning in a suburban

close.

The only four witnesses to the crime are right next door to the murder, and yet

they all heard and saw nothing.

And they all claim they've never seen the victim before.

Exactly. One of them's lying.

Or all of them.

And why have these two houses stuck it out when the whole estate is up for

development? Maybe they're holding out for a better deal.

Hello, Janika.

I don't believe it.

Are you three telepathic or something?

And a good morning to you, Brent. Yeah, I remember when these houses were bought

up. About five years ago now?

It's all over the papers.

Now, what was the name of that developer?

Grace? Grace? Oh, somebody. Okay, thanks, but you can't be here. This is a

crime scene.

We've not even identified the victim yet.

Really? He didn't have any idea on him.

Interesting.

Oh, here we go.

I suppose you can tell us who he is.

As a matter of fact, I think I can.

I couldn't help noticing that our friend here is wearing a rather inexpensive

suit. Yeah, that's what Jason said.

Oh, and the stitching on his shoes suggests they're handmade.

Oh, how very gratifying.

I suggest you call George Withers and ask for the details of client

1479.

Right.

Thank you, Judith.

How are you?

Well, apart from standing next to a dead body, I'm good, thanks. And Shannon?

Oh, God, he's so excited.

It's the parents' assembly this week, and Shanti's opening it with a poem. Oh,

well done, Shanti. Did she write it herself?

She did.

This particular masterpiece is called The Hedgehog. Wait, what actually rhymes

with hedgehog? So, the company says the shoes belong to a man named Louis Oldham

from Maidenhead.

Just getting up his details now.

Well done, Mrs Potts.

Oh, come on, Brendan.

It's Judith.

Well done.

Judith.

No, no, that doesn't work.

Hello? Yes.

Yes, yes, I'm sorry.

OK, I can hire you as civilian advisers.

When I get back to the station, I can sort you out with accreditation,

You came prepared.

And by the way, the pollen...

On his trousers?

We're on it. Samples are going to the lab. It's ragweed.

It gets everywhere when I'm out walking the dogs.

There's loads of it in the woods out there.

I'll tell Alice and Jason to search the woods.

Thanks.

Well, after Nika's so busy, I suggest we make ourselves useful.

Come on.

I've already told the cops everything we know. He's in bed till 8 o 'clock and

we've nothing more to add.

If you don't mind.

Oh.

Shall we try next door?

No. I don't think any of them are going to want to chat to a bunch of civilian

advisors.

Then how about they don't talk to them?

I'm still the vicar's wife.

Shall we come through?

So lovely to put a name to the face, Mrs Wingrove. I recognised you from church.

Oh, yes.

I only got married at all things. Oh.

The vicar did a perfect sermon. Not too long or boring.

Not too many bad jokes.

They had to leave something for the father of the bride to do.

Walked into that one, didn't I?

Ah, what a beautiful home.

Yeah, nice lady with the, uh, wings.

Ah, when we bought the house, we got a local carpenter to make the staircase

a few other pieces out of reclaimed boat wood, like our coffee table.

Why don't you take a look? Oh, excuse me. Could I use your loo? Uh, yes. It's

the front door.

It's how Caroline and I met through the Bournemouth Sailing Club.

Please.

Wow. It's a boat.

And a coffee table.

The house felt so impersonal when we moved in. We wanted to make it feel like

proper home.

Oh, the love you've poured into this place.

The memories.

No wonder you don't want to leave.

It's been a tough few years.

I hope you're not just breaking the water.

Something Grace Wellingbrook doesn't understand.

She talks about community, then destroys perfectly good hopes. I bet she's used

every trick in the book to force you out. She tried.

The woman is desperate.

You don't think she would stoop to murder?

No, of course not.

Well, I don't think so.

And how are your neighbours feeling about all this?

Something's going on.

Judging by the way they were sniping this morning. Phil, you sound like an

gossip. They weren't exactly keeping their voices down.

What time was that?

About half seven, quarter to eight.

A development like this puts everyone under a lot of strain.

Will Kerry and I still get on?

We always have.

We're holding out against Grace together.

How about I make you all a nice pot of tea?

What are you doing in here?

Oh. Sorry, I got drawn in. Your daughter's so beautiful.

Inside and out.

I got very lucky.

And where is she now? In the Dordogne.

She met a lovely Frenchman called Jean -Claude. And they're expecting their

first baby in a few weeks. Congratulations.

I couldn't help noticing you're packing up.

Not really.

More of a root and branch clear out. So we're ready for a visit from my new

grandson.

It's amazing how much rubbish you accumulate over 30 years.

He's going to spoil that baby, Ron. He's already planning a nursery and a

playroom. I'm surprised you're not going over to France.

Spend a few weeks with Evie?

We hope to.

Eventually.

Well, it's been an eventful morning.

We could really do with some space.

Of course.

I get the distinct impression they're moving out. Yeah, despite all that

about nurseries and flavour.

It must be a way of finding out for certain. How about the developer, Grace

Wellingborough? She'll know.

What now?

Well, no time like the present. I know exactly where her office is. It's behind

the woods, the other side of the close.

Actually, I've got to run.

I've got an appointment. It's too late to cancel.

What? What appointment?

Parish stuff.

Duties. It's a task.

It's important.

Sorry. No, don't worry.

We'll fill you in if we discover anything interesting.

How curious.

Very.

Come on.

Your prayer, my thought, and prayers of the victim's family. Other than that, no

comment. No, we are working with the police.

We're looking for the owner of this back.

We're looking at a great Wellingborough.

You've had a tough few years. It must be a pain not being able to get your hands

on those last two houses.

All good things come to those who wait.

A maxim to live by.

Although it's only one house now, isn't it?

Phil and Caroline Wingrove have sold.

You told you that?

Well, they did.

In a roundabout way.

Finally.

They asked me to keep quiet because of Kerry and Dean.

Find the right time to tell them that they're moving to France. But now, now

they'll sell up. And what if they don't? I'll make sure of it.

There's nothing like a dirty great digger in the back of your garden to

concentrate the mind, all that dirt and noise.

Doesn't it bother you, driving people out of their homes?

Driving people out of their homes, please.

They get above market rates.

Most of the other houses, they couldn't take the money fast enough.

When you put it like that... This whole development's going to be carbon

neutral.

The apex of future Marlowe.

There'll be solar panels, proper, proper insulation, heat pumps.

I'm not just throwing houses out, I'm building a vision.

Very impressive.

Have you got, like, one of them fancy models of how it's going to look?

Actually, I do.

It's in my office.

I'd love to see it.

After you.

Oh, I have a question, too.

The digger.

Do you really control it from that box?

You don't have to be a burly builder to work on a building site these days.

Could you show me how it works?

I'll be one minute.

You want to think of this box as the centre of the whole operation.

So this lever here, arm control, raise, lower, and then this one to pick and

release.

Thank you.

See that?

See that?

Right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Good.

Oh, extraordinary.

And what does this one do?

Just wait. Wait there, will you?

Oh, out there.

Um.

Oh. Oh, no.

Um.

What are you up to? No, I was... Ray!

Don't worry about me.

No!

Couldn't stop it.

Too close for comfort.

Oh, God.

Gib, I'm so terribly sorry.

Must have read the wrong button.

That's why I do all the driving.

We found some ragweed. Yeah, looks like it.

Yeah, let's start here. Just be careful.

Alice, I found his wallet.

Yeah?

Looks like the killer dumped Louis' stuff.

Really? And we've got ragweed.

And you see those branches, the way they've been snapped off?

And how the ground's all flattened?

Louis Oldham was killed here.

And then his body was moved to the close.

I'll call it in.

Any more thoughts on your great -aunt's mystery boyfriend?

We don't really know he was her boyfriend.

Who was her boyfriend?

All her old letters are in that bureau.

I'll have a dig around when I get a moment, see what I can find.

Hi,

lady. Oh, there you are.

Here I am. Did you get your, what was it, thing done?

I did.

How did you get on with the property developer?

We got everything we needed.

Susie was so clever.

Grace Wellenborough is behind in all sorts of payments to the bank. Oh, she's

debt. Hanging by a thread.

These kind of developments have huge upfront costs.

And she's had years of delays, so money must be tight.

Simply greenwashing.

If Grace really cared about the environment, she'd retrofit those homes

of ripping them down.

Where did you get that?

Oh, that is work website.

Louis Olden, head of accounts for a loans company.

So someone who fixes loans has been killed and we have a property developer

who's drowning in debt.

Got it in one.

What do you think?

Why did no one see anything or hear anything?

I think it's one of the people in that close.

Okay. Looks like we've discovered why no one in the only two occupied houses in

the close heard or saw the murder this morning.

Our victim was killed in the woods.

And then what?

His body was moved to the close. How fascinating.

No. DS Malik has hired us a civilian advisor.

Again.

Oh, don't worry, you carry on.

You won't notice us.

Yes, if you could just stay near the back.

We'll be as quiet as mice. You won't hear so much as a peep from us.

So, if our victim was killed in the woods, why was his body then moved and

dumped in the close?

Well, it's a message, isn't it? To the last four residents on the close.

Or a warning.

Well, it could just at least be a warning. Thank you, ladies.

What else do we know about the residents?

Well, we've got Caroline and Phil Wingrove.

She's a retired magistrate. He's the clerk of Marlow Town Council.

Next door, we have Kerry and Dean Butler.

He runs a carpentry company, sole trader, and she's a nurse in a care

I run all their names and there's no flags on any of them. I've been going

through Dean Butler's financials. He's taken out three personal loans in the

last six months.

He's up to date with payments, but it looks like his business is struggling.

And it also looks like Dean and Carrie lied about their movements this morning.

Dean said they didn't wake up until 8am, but Phil heard them having a stand -up

row in their garden at 7 .45.

Did he say what it was about?

He just said they were sniping at each other.

What did we have on the developer, Grace Wellingbram?

When I spoke to her, she said she was in her office, on the phone to her

supplier at the time of death.

No, I'd double -check that, Jason.

She's another one up to her eyeballs in debt.

Which is interesting, isn't it?

Grace has money problems, as does Dean, and Louis worked for a loans company.

What do we know about the victim?

Judith, do you mind?

What do we know about the victim?

Very little.

He was single, luxury apartment in Maidenhead, but no close family, no

and no links to Marlow.

So what was he doing here?

We've been able to pull some CCTV.

Pulled a bit of a timeline.

Hold on.

There he is.

He arrived in Marlow at 6 .55am on the train from Maidenhead. He's travelling

alone. And no luggage either.

Well, he wasn't expecting to stay long.

We pick him up again on a doorbell camera.

12 minutes later, heading towards the close.

Yep, he knows where he's going.

And that's it.

What time was he killed?

Somewhere between 7 .30 and 8am.

So, Louis Oldham, a man with zero connection to Marlowe, arrives on the

goes straight to the woods behind Linnet Close, and then within minutes of

arriving, he's brutally murdered and his body is dumped in front of two houses

that he also doesn't have any connection to.

Yeah, but he could have just been killed by some random psycho.

He wasn't.

There is a connection between our victim and those four people.

His body wasn't just left to be found in the woods. It wasn't dumped somewhere

else.

It was placed deliberately and with purpose in front of their houses.

Why?

Okay, let's start with Louis Holden. Who was he? Why was he in Marlow this

morning? And what links does he have to the four people in the close?

And us?

You've given us some great leads.

Lay low until I have something for you.

Morning, ma 'am.

I've never really thought of us as the laying low type.

Have you?

Yes, we're looking into all potential suspects now.

What do you want now?

My husband's at work and he's already said... We know you lied to the police.

This used to be a great place to live when people started selling up.

But you weren't tempted.

This is my home.

Why should I sell it? Because someone wants to make a fortune. You told

that you woke at eight o 'clock.

But you were, in fact, in the garden arguing with your husband at a quarter

eight. Phil.

Well, what difference does it make anyway?

Well, it means you might have heard or witnessed the murder of Louis Oldham. Or

maybe one of you carried it out. But we didn't.

Then why lie?

Dean said it would just be easier.

What was the argument about?

Nothing.

Dean's starting to think we should sell up.

He knows I won't.

Was he in all morning?

Yeah. I'm sure Phil could confirm that he's always spying on us.

Caroline said you both get on.

Yeah.

Yeah, we're close in our own way.

We tell each other stuff.

We've known each other, what, 16 years or so.

And Phil?

Well, him and Dean used to be close, but it's all gone a bit downhill.

What?

Caroline and Phil are leaving.

No, that's impossible.

We had a pact.

Grace Wellingborough confirmed it.

Well, then she's lying.

That's what she does to try and get us to fall out.

I'm so sorry, but they're moving to France to be with their daughter.

No.

No, she can't.

Can you go now?

I just want...

Last question.

Do you or your husband ever go into the woods behind the clothes?

Why? The police think that's where Mr. Oldham was killed.

And then was moved here.

How?

What do you mean?

I'm a nurse.

Have you any idea how much a body weighs?

Your husband must be very strong.

You know, all that joinery work.

Dean.

He wouldn't hurt a fly. No way.

He doesn't have it in him.

You have to believe me.

Does anyone else feel the lady doth protest too much?

She's got a point about moving the body.

You don't think it can be done? Whenever someone faints during service, they're

impossible to move.

Is that a thing? How often do people faint?

It's a lot of standing up.

Good afternoon, Mr Wingrove.

Good afternoon, ladies.

You've been playing cricket.

Didn't exactly trouble the scorers, but nice to get some fresh air.

Do you often cut through there?

Of course.

It's the quickest way to Marlow Cricket Club.

We were talking with Kerry before.

I am so sorry to hear that you and Dean have fallen out.

You think you know someone, but you never do, do you?

Back in the day, we were thick as thieves.

We'd go to the bounty, play bar billiards, sit outside drinking in the

We never knew how we got home exactly.

And what changed?

A few months ago, Dean started causing problems with the bins. No.

Find me two neighbours who are not in the middle of bin wars, because I know I

am. What are you dealing with? My neighbour puts my bins back into my

before they've been emptied.

Rude. Reckons that I'm blocking the pavement, which I'm not. I can beat

Dean started dumping his rubbish in our bins. No, that's out of order.

Gets worse.

Lately, he's even shoved rotting chicken carcasses in our drains.

Bins.

Drains.

Where will it end?

Surely you're not saying, Dean... Killer?

Of course.

Why not?

He's certainly capable.

Did you say that you found rotting chickens in your drains?

Yes. Why?

Excuse me.

picking up.

The women are going to tell me you're off.

Ah, so the news is out.

It's by the best. Couldn't keep it a secret forever.

So whereabouts in France are you moving to?

They're dying.

Oh,

lovely.

I think I'd better go and see if I can restore Antoine Cordial.

Ladies, always a pleasure. Always a pleasure.

Au revoir.

If we're saying the killer was strong, then I reckon you get a fair few muscles

from hitting a cricket ball.

You think that Phil could have carried the body?

But don't forget what Carrie said. It's hard to move a body.

Well, someone did.

I've got an idea.

Why don't we find out for ourselves?

You just have to pretend to be a corpse, Susie.

You see if you can pick him up. You'd rather you didn't call me a corpse.

Sorry, Colin.

The Reverend Corpse. Thank you. That's more like it. All right.

Let's do this.

Hold on. Let's get this over with.

I lift you.

Oh, sorry.

I'm not that heavy, am I?

Oh, don't worry. It's because you're a dead weight. Dead weight is not much

better than corpse.

Right.

I have got this. We are going.

Oh, wait, no, that's cheating.

What? There'd have been signs on the victim's body if he'd been dragged

the woods. Wait, I hope I can get some... Oh, yeah, yeah. Let's go!

No, no.

Weirdos. Well, then I'd give up.

It can't be done.

But that's the thing. It was done.

We may not know how or why or who did it, but somebody moved the body from the

woods to the close.

Do you mind if we leave it there?

There's somewhere I've got to be at 7 .30.

Of course. Can you show yourself out?

Where are you off to?

Er, it's nothing. It's just an art class.

Oh, the one in the old auction house.

Yeah, I've got that leaflet.

Chiltern Arts. I've been doing Zumba there.

Have you? Yeah, and Brazilian drumming. I love it. Oh, marvellous. But you've

got more time now that we've eaten away.

Yep, yeah, every day's an adventure.

Seize the day and all that, you know, try something new.

Like an art class?

Why don't we join you?

Er, what?

Well, the art class sounds fun.

Don't you think it sounds fun? I think it sounds like lots of fun.

I think you have to book it in advance.

What a shame.

No, no, the lead that said that all the sessions are drop -ins.

Are they?

Well, great.

Knock, knock.

OK, so we've spoken to his boss.

Louis was conscientious and reliable, so that's hardly what we're looking for.

There's nothing in his phone records, emails, socials that indicate any

with the Wingrose, Butlers or Grace Wellingborough.

No evidence that he's even ever been to Marlow before.

Yeah, the moment he sets foot here, he's murdered.

OK,

tell the team I need a few more hours from them tonight.

There has to be a lead somewhere in his life. I want it found.

Go.

Hello?

Hey, how are you doing?

Still at work? Yeah, I'm still on that major incident. I'll need to stay late.

Can I get a bit of shanty? Yeah, she's here.

Mummy! Hey, Peanut.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm great.

I told Judith and Susie all about your poem.

They're very excited to find out what rhymes with hedgehog.

You'll see at my assembly.

A witness called. Saw someone matching Phil Wingrove's description, checking

something in the river today. Mummy?

Sorry, sweetie, I'm listening. Just hang on.

Contact the underwater search and rescue unit. Tell them to comb the area. That

could be our murder weapon. Got it.

Peanut, I'm so sorry. I'm going to have to go.

OK. Bye, Mummy. I love you.

I can't believe the last time we had the time. I think it's really good.

Welcome, everyone, to Still Life, Deep Waters.

I'm your tutor, Daniel.

Good evening.

This week, think less about memorialising the flower's presence.

Instead, explore the layers of symbolism and emotion.

Let each stroke of your brush whisper profound truth.

Sorry, travel, sweet.

Went down the wrong way. I'll be fine. Shall we begin?

Any more thoughts after this morning?

No, I'm happy.

No pressure.

Shall we meet at mine tomorrow?

Nine o 'clock?

We need to find a way to get Dean Butler to talk to us.

I'll be there.

Will you show me yours?

You promise you won't laugh? Of course not.

Oh.

Well, you very definitely captured what Daniel would call the soul of the

flowers. The soul of the flowers. I like it. Well, come on then.

I showed you mine.

Oh, now that's clever.

You didn't even paint the flowers.

Well, what are you talking about?

My work whispers the profound truth of the universe.

So, Bex and Daniel.

What was that all about?

Do you think it was him she went to see this morning? Yeah, it was him.

She wouldn't. No, of course not.

Not Bex.

What?

Oh, Jasper.

She kept them all.

You OK, love?

Yeah, fine.

What about you?

Yeah.

Don't stay up too late.

Will Kerry and I still get on? Tell each other, sir.

There's nothing more to add.

I think you know someone, but you never do, do you? After everything that I have

done for you.

Tanika, it's Judith.

There's something we're missing about those two families.

There's something else going on in that close beyond the murder of Louis Oldham.

I'm convinced of it.