All language subtitles for Ellis s02e02 Ashenham 2.eng

NATASHA: 'Criminals busting to work
at your garden centre.'

We're changing lives.
You're changing this village.

Someone dragged the sheets
from under him,

was with him as he died
or soon after,

which makes this a crime scene.

Even if Natasha
didn't kill my father,

she is the reason that he's dead.

This is hate mail.
Think how bad it must have been

for dad to have called in Malcolm
on his birthday.

Kelvin Jones, you're under arrest

for breaching the conditions
of your release.

When you came to Ash Tor, I thought
you were there for her - Miss Avery.

Kelvin always said that his boss was
a perv, so I guess it made sense.

Runs in the family.

Er... Now the search
for Kelvin's over, DCI,

any help you need, I'm right here.

DS, follow me.

Sorry, DCI, did I, erm...
do something wrong?

You failed to disclose meeting
the victim shortly before he died.

HE SCOFFS

Saturday night?
I... We were gonna...

Discuss the abusive emails,
which you forgot to mention.

Protocol, DS.

Sorry.

I was just... overwhelmed.

So, what next? A firewall?

You get anywhere with Peter's phone?

Factory reset.

Ah.
It's a dodo.

Then dig into his laptop,

see if there's anything on there
that shouldn't be.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH,
SHE SIGHS

Oh, got a hit
on Mr Coffee Mug, boss. Ah.

His biometrics were taken
15 years ago, when he was five.

An asylum seeker.

Arrived unaccompanied.
Housed all over.

Currently living in London.

He'd be 20 now.

His name's Bola Ladipo.

Send uniforms round.
Already did.

He hasn't been home
in a couple of days.

Flatmate said
he was visiting friends.

He could have friends anywhere,
right, boss?

Well, lucky I've got
his vehicle registration.

Oh, and also, boss...

Peter... heading north
to Hallowfield.

He really does look haunted.
You're not wrong.

Yeah.
Black suit. Flowers?

He's in mourning,
carrying yellow roses.

I've a few candidates for whose
funeral it might have been, too.

Good work, Trent.

Jade confirms your alibi, for now.

She's a good girl, our Jade.

She also said
you called Mr Barron a perv.

Spending his days
chatting to young criminals?

It's not a cool look, is it?

Yeah, it's the worst part of my job
by far.

You're quite funny, you are.

Jade's lying for you. God knows why.

But she's given a convincing motive
for you to kill Mr Barron.

I told you - I'm not a sociopath.

No. But you could be a victim.

Nah. No.

I've been around too many paedos
to ever let one lay a hand on me.

He was a perv, yeah.
But not with me.

If not with you, then who?

That weird kid
who works there sometimes.

Talks like a TV doc.

What's his name? Alfie, Archie...

Archie? Archie Ellerson?

Yeah, him. Definitely.

Archie? What the...?
Why did nobody...?

He's there two, three days a week.

Regular hours, working hours.

Hm.
Right.

Preliminary postmortem, boss.

Email it to me.

Time of death - 2am to 6am.
Fibres in the nostrils indicate...

Suffocation. Intimate, personal.

Pathologist notes
raised blood alcohol.

Mm-hm.
No DNA.

Er, no sexual assault,
like nobody laid a finger on him.

No, just silenced him.

So, we've got our how and our when.
Is the "why" what Kelvin said?

Peter and Archie?
Do you think it's true?

Doesn't matter what I think.
Somebody else thought so.

PHONE RINGS

Trent?
'Boss, the paint at the entrance

'matches the make and model
of Chris Ellerson's car.

'And Suravi here's been bending
the judge's ear with new evidence.

'She's issued a warrant
on the property.'

Good work, Trent.

It's none
of social services' business.

Working at the nursery's good
for Archie's socialisation.

Is that right, Archie?

Do you enjoy your job?
The plants?

It's OK, Archie. You can say.

I'm good at biology, not people.

But Peter was... fine.

So you...
you felt comfortable with Peter?

Why would you ask him that?

He knew some interesting walks
and interesting facts.

I felt very comfortable with him...

until last week, when he told me
I couldn't work there any more.

Archie, why didn't you tell us
you lost your job?

We dropped you there on Saturday.
Where'd you go?

To his favourite place -
the village.

Then the nursery.

But Peter was...

Busy. Saturday was his birthday.

And I don't fit in at parties.

Come on, love.
Let's get you upstairs, eh?

Yeah, you can take your game.

CHRIS: He's obsessed
with that thing.

Where'd you get that?

On the victim's person.

Well, it's not Archie's.

Well, we don't know that.
Harper...

Let's ask him, shall we?

Archie! Archie!

It's not like he was in a work camp.

Archie!

How were we to know...?
Where he was this weekend?

Archie, he's gone.

HARPER: So, where shall we look now?
ELLIS: The village.

Lichens like living in a village.
Huh?

Tell Suravi to pick up the Ellersons
and meet us at Ash Tor.

It is bleak.

That Jade may have a point,
saying this place is haunted.

Chris, what if he's...?
What if it's...? I'll go.

I'll go.

Mrs Ellerson?
Come on, let's get you in the car.

You all right, son?

You gave us both
a bit of a scare there.

What is this place?

It's where Peter brought Archie.

I hear it's special.

It's like a village. Peter said.

Peter knew a lot of things
that I don't.

He knew about being scared.

That's why he brought me here.

He said it was the scariest place
he'd ever been,

but the most beautiful.

I'm sorry if we scared you, Archie.

I wasn't scared. I was sad.

It's very sad, Peter dying.

You were friends.

He gave you that.

He said he... it helped him
get through bad times.

I was sad for Peter...

...but mostly sad for my dad.

Sad for me? Why?

I'm fine, Archie.

Not really.

You've been sad and angry
since we came here.

Me being friends with Peter
made it worse.

And I thought, what if losing my job
upset you more?

So I came here
to plan how to get my job back.

But Saturday was his birthday.

And Sunday?

Sunday, I just stayed in my room,
listening to you and Mum arguing.

Right, Archie.

Suravi's going to take you and your
parents back to the station now.

Don't worry.
She's gonna give you the full tour.

ECHOING: 'Yellow roses.'

Where Peter was on Wednesday,
his friendship with Archie...

Either Avery Barron didn't know
her father very well, or...

There's something
she's not telling us, boss. Mm.

Ms Barron, Victim Support
has been trying to reach you.

I'm fine.
No, you're not.

Nor was your father.

The emails?
Dad didn't care about any...

Your father took the weight
of the world on his shoulders.

And then the funeral on Wednesday...

The... Whose funeral?

You didn't know your father
went to a funeral last week? OK.

But... you knew about your father's
friendship with Archie Ellerson.

And as a teacher,
you knew it was... unusual.

Dad WAS unusual.

Look, all he saw was a lonely kid
who needed to talk.

I told him that he had to fire him.

I told him
people wouldn't understand.

But he reassured you, right?

No, he...

...called me a fucking hypocrite.

Because you'd slept... with a pupil.

That's why you denied
he'd been upset recently -

because you thought
you were the reason.

Oh... Dad confronted me about it
last week.

He wouldn't say... how he knew.

Erm...

Natasha, I thought.

The irresponsible gossip,
hounding Dad, abusing her power.

You abused your power,
your responsibility.

You know who told your father.

We need his name.

He's got nothing to do with this.

Look...

I was an NQT, 23,
and he was nearly 18.

And I broke it off. I blocked him.

I'm a good teacher.

Just the student's name,
Miss Barron.

I... Pfft.

I could resign, cite burn-out?

Though, female STEM teacher,
my level?

They... They'll beg me to stay.

Look, he was special.

God, brilliant.

He came here as a refugee,
and now he's...

...he's on a medical scholarship.

I... made that happen.

His name.

AVERY SIGHS

Bola Ladipo.

PLASTIC RUSTLES

Are-Are they the yellow roses
that Peter bought?

Mm-hm. And he took them to Ash Tor
for a reason.

SURAVI SPEAKS
IN DISTANCE

Trent, dashcam.
Cheers.

Trent, the scratch on Chris's car
puts him at Mr Barron's... when?

Er, not sure. But your Bola Ladipo -

ANPR has him leaving junction 26
at 16:02,

30 minutes from the scene.

And Natasha was there Sunday.

So now Bola was there too.
Er, an hour later?

Boss, the dashcam...
What?

MOUSE CLICKING

It's like you said -

you make your choices for your kids,
and you make it work.

And, er, has it worked?

Social services harassing us,
trying to keep you lot at bay...

And Archie not sleeping recently.

Well, we know why now.

Peter sacking him sent Archie into
a meltdown every night last week.

PIPPA SIGHS

Why didn't Peter
just tell me himself?

Archie didn't want that.

He thought their friendship
made you angry.

No, of course not!

It's just...
when you've got a son like Archie...

...every smile matters.

And Peter had them instead.

Must have been painful.

I WAS angry.

But that doesn't mean I drove
round there and killed the man.

I know YOU didn't, Mr Ellerson.

Ms Ellerson...

From the dashcam in your car,
outside Peter Barron's house.

When Peter took our son away,
it was the last straw!

I went to his house,

I told him to leave my family alone,
and then I left.

But you scraped your car
entering Mr Barron's property,

just as the GPS
placed you at the scene.

Whether you meant to or not,
you switched off your dashcam.

So unless someone saw you leave...
There... There was someone.

A young Black man.
Peter came to meet him at the door.

So, this is junction 26...

PHONE RINGS
AND BUZZES

Sorry, Grace. Not now.

Erm, I was gonna invite you all
for a drink as a gesture of, er...

But I can see you're busy.
I'll get out your way.

Stay. We may need all hands on deck
to wrap this one up.

Right. So, our Mr Coffee Cup guy

and only forensics
we have from the scene

is confirmed at the house on Sunday
by Pippa Ellerson.

And... extremely persistent.

It's ANPR from 15 minutes ago.

He's coming back to Ashenham.
Bola Ladipo is?

Text any updates.
Will do.

'You were spot on, boss.
He's headed to Peter Barron's.'

Thanks, Trent.

ENGINE ROARS

Bola Ladipo? Do not move. OK?

Think the station's
packed enough already, Chet.

Stand down. I wanna talk to you.

All right?
Mm-hm. Come.

CAR DOOR OPENS

When I first came here...

...I was surprised
places like this even existed...

...for kids to just...

...play.

When I read of Mr Barron's passing,
I-I had to come, to pay my respects.

Risky. This kind of scandal
could ruin your chances as...

Minister for Health, to start.

I think this is yours.

Teacher's pet.

That's what she called me.
She said I was...

...special.

You sent it to Mr Barron,
looking for a reaction from her.

Or from him. Childish of me.

You WERE a child.

You wanted what happened
to be acknowledged.

Instead, he wrote me
a very kind letter.

"Betrayed her responsibility."

"Poisoned fruit
from a poisoned tree."

I particularly recall that phrase.

He asks if you want to talk.

So, Sunday afternoon,
you drove here.

He'd been drinking.

Had just buried one of his childhood
friends that week, he said.

One of his Four Musketeers.

Only two of them left now, though,
he said, but a thousand regrets.

We both carried that, you know,
that shame for what we'd done.

You have nothing to be ashamed of.

That's what he said.

Not mine to carry.
That the shame belongs to...

The one who did the harm.

She will never teach again.

This yours?
1991?

It's a bit vintage for me, hm?

SHE CHUCKLES

THUNDER RUMBLES,
HE EXCLAIMS

My God. Summer in England.

Chris, Pippa and Archie Ellerson,
they...

Phones locate them at home.

And Bola Ladipo has a solid alibi.

Doorbell camera places him arriving
at foster parents' at 7:15.

They confirmed he stayed the night.

Another dead end.

FADING: So, Jade,
she's still down in her cell,

and Kelvin's transport
back to prison is on its way.

"Preliminary report -

"fibres in the nose and mouth
indicate obstruction.

"Mechanical asphyxia

"likely caused by occlusion
of the nose and mouth...

"..smothering."

It's intimate,
personal and silencing.

"I won't be silent".
"We won't be silent."

"Shut up." "Shut it down."

"You want us to be quiet,
but we won't."

"Shut up. Be quiet."

Same words, same phrases,
like they all came from...

From the same person?

Check it, Trent.

MUTTERS: What are you thinking?

Not Avery.

Natasha. She knew
about those juvenile offences.

They're confidential.
You're right, boss.

They're from one IP address,
all of them.

The Malicious Communications Act
make these chargeable offences.

That prove I didn't kill Peter.

The reason I'm interested in you,
Ms Scope - the only reason -

is you keep saying
some candidates were unsuitable.

They were.

One boy was involved
in a joint enterprise stabbing.

Like that.

There is no legal way for you
to know their juvenile records.

We've checked your laptop,
your phone.

No-one sent them to you.

So, who is your source, Ms Scope?

Joseph Ward.

Hey, boss. Joseph loved Peter.

Like, he loved the scheme.
It changed his life.

Maybe Joseph didn't love Peter
that much.

Maybe he loved
being around criminals more,

like the one who showed up
on his doorstep 3am Sunday morning.

The one you've all been out
searching for?

I'm sorry... I'm...
HE LAUGHS

What, Kelvin Jones turned up
at Joseph Ward's Saturday night?

How could you possibly know that?

Because she was sleeping with him.

What, Joseph Ward?
DOOR OPENS

CPS will be in touch.

KELVIN:
This is some Guantanamo shit!

'Ey, I've got broken ribs
and everything, you know.

Dead man walking.

You all right, Jade, love?
Looking stunning as ever.

Yeah, come on.

What are you looking at?

She's done. Right, you,
we're getting you home now. Come on.

Nice work, Trent. Good night.
TRENT: Night, boss.

What? Hey, where you going?

What? Home. Put my kids to bed.

What? But I... I had...
I didn't know you had...

Yeah. Well, they never came up.

Why else would I join the team?

Flexitime, mate. Night-night.

Well, hang on. So, you...

So, you're...
you're coming back, right?

Yeah. You're stuck with me.
Lucky man.

Erm, how, er...
how many kids have you got?

Three... and a half.

For a cop,
you're not very observant.

It's...
Seriously, boss.

We've got our work cut out yet.
Mm-hm.

Er, say hello to the kids for me.

Oh, Chet.

Why do you never tell me
these things, boss?

Just use your eyes!

Kelvin's ready
in the interview room. OK.

We found these at Jade's.

She's been handling
your stolen credit cards,

and you've been hiding out
at the pub.

So you WERE with her Sunday night.

But Saturday,
you got the relocating letter,

so why are you still here?

When I got the letter from Mr B,
I didn't know what to do.

That's why you ran to Joseph Ward.

No problem JW couldn't sort.

He was
the "clean-up and organise" guy.

I trusted him, but...

Guess you gotta respect
the booty call.

"Wait till Monday," he said.

"It'll all be different."

So I hid out at Jade's,

went to work Monday,
then Mr B's dead.

Place is crawling with police.

Joseph proper screwed me.

Er, 20:12, DS Harper exits the room.

DOOR OPENS

Look, just...
please don't tell JW I snitched, OK?

Because I've given youse
a lot of info there,

which makes me
a significant witness, doesn't it?

That's gotta be a couple of months
off me sentence. Hm!

Tell Jade I'm an arsehole, cos...

...I reckon
she can probably do better.

Don't worry, Kelvin.
I definitely will.

Forensics say
it's the most professional

crime scene clean-up
they've ever seen. Right.

What was he doing on Sunday night?

Has he got any kind of alibi?
Have we even checked?

I mean, he sleeps
with the victim's ex Saturday,

sets up Kelvin Jones
as a murder suspect Monday.

Joseph Ward was the best
crime scene cleaner in the business.

Yeah, that's what
he was sent down for, boss -

cleaning up after a murder.

DOOR SHUTS,
POLICE RADIO CHATTER

Me and Natasha...

...I'm not proud of it.

But the parish owns my flat,
and Natasha runs the parish.

So you fed her information
to keep a roof over your head?

And my job.

Whatever it took
for her not to tell Mr B.

No doubt you loved your job.

Judging by your timesheets,
you're usually first in, last out.

Apart from Mr B, yeah.

"Up at the crack", as Kelvin put it.

But you don't like Kelvin, do you?
He's a lying little shit.

He's got a lot of time for you,
Joseph.

He called you
"the 'clean-up and organise' guy".

Ah.
And he trusted you.

He ran to your house Saturday,
when he was in trouble.

A detail that you didn't
whisper in my ear.

I told him to go home.

Which is exactly
what Mr B would have done.

What you told him was, "Monday,
everything will be different."

Well, yeah, but I didn't mean...

No, I meant Mr B would
sort everything out for Kelvin.

How could I have known he'd be dead?

Because Mr B, he trusted you too.

Trusted you
with the keys to his house.

Yeah.
And Mr B never locked anything.

Right, so you came and went.

Free access.
Well, yeah.

I only go where I'm invited.
Right.

Look, I loved that man.

He literally gave me my life back.

So what exactly do I get
from killing him?

It's not about
what you would get, Joseph.

It's about what you would lose
if Peter found out.

If someone - Kelvin, perhaps -
told him that you were sleeping with

the woman out to destroy
his life's work.

Right, I'm gonna help you here.

So, Monday, you're first in,
long before Ms Scope at 8am.

JOSEPH EXHALES DEEPLY

I get to the house about 5:30, yeah.

And like anyone, start of the week,

you ask your boss
what needs to be done.

So you go to Peter's house.
Peter's awake. He's been drinking.

He's found out what you've done,
and you argue.

No. No, that's not what happened.

I never argued
with a word that man said.

You said...
he hadn't been himself lately.

And the door was left open that day.

Which is why I went in, yeah.

And then I saw the empty bottle
of whisky on the table and...

One glass washed,
one glass with Scotch left in it.

'You picked it up...'

But I don't drink.
So you emptied it down the sink,

then went looking round the house
for Mr B,

found him and panicked.

Because I knew how it would look.
Come on.

The glass with your prints on it,
you had to bleach that.

Then you worried
your prints could be anywhere.

So you started cleaning up
because that's what you do.

Because I knew
I'd be blamed, framed.

But I didn't kill him.

The "clean-up and organise" guy,
on autopilot, scrubbed the scene.

Then left the door open
so Mr B wouldn't be alone for long.

And then you washed the sheets, yeah?

What?

Do me for scrubbing the house, yeah.

But for doing his laundry?

Nothing places him at the scene.

OLIVER:
Because he destroyed the evidence.

I mean, why would he clean up
after a crime he didn't commit?

Cos he couldn't bear to be accused
of killing his best friend.

Everything Joseph Ward did -
the clean-up,

passing info to Ms Scope -

was to hold on to the life
Peter Barron gave him.

OLIVER SIGHS
OK.

We are gonna charge him, aren't we?

We are. Failure to report,
obstructing an investigation.

I'll take that.

We hold him overnight, ramp up
the pressure tomorrow till he folds.

Fine. So, what about that drink?

You deserve it, DCI,
the way you worked this case.

Go ahead. See you in a bit.

I've got a couple of boxes
to tick here. Yeah?

Hey. Come on, you two.

DOOR OPENS,
SHUTS

Er, sorry to bother you, boss,
but, er...

They're all celebrating at the pub.
I'm not much of a drinker.

And I know I'm only a probie,
but I was looking through

the Ellerson file
before the hearing last Thursday...

When DS Oliver was out of sorts?

Sorry, I just, er... I think
a senior officer should look at it.

OK.
Thanks, boss.

And the SD card
from the crime scene you asked for?

The original images?
My CSI friend...

Came through. Sounds like a keeper.

THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

BEEP

DOOR OPENS,
SHUTS

"Cycle takes 2 hours 42 minutes."

Alan Moyes.

Four Musketeers.

BOLA: '1991?
It's a bit vintage for me.'

Right, Suravi's SOCO friend.

Pictures are all here.

The album.

AVERY: Aw, Dad. Look at you there.
Just a little kid.

Hm. The birthday card.

LAUGHTER,
CHATTER

JADE: Here you are.
Oh, thank you. You can take them.

DOOR OPENS
Cheers.

Cheers. Cheers.
DOOR SHUTS

Oh, Ma'am, I, er...
Thanks, but no, DS.

I've an early start
in the morning - family.

Ah, well, understood.

Well... incredible work, DCI.

Joseph Ward - means, motive...
right place, right time.

It's all about the timeline.

BELL RINGS

LANDLORD: OK, ladies and gentlemen.
Last orders at the bar, please.

Two coffees to go, please, Jade.

And Kelvin told me to tell you

that he's an arsehole
and you can do better,

which he is, and you can.

You're a smart girl, Jade.
You see things.

JADE KISSES TEETH
That is what I've been saying.

But you ruin it
with your foolishness,

like about Ash Tor being haunted.

But that's true.
They killed that boy up there.

Get your arse in gear, girl.

Swear.

You had me at "timeline".

The sheets.

The 90-degree cycle was too long for
Joseph Ward to kill Peter Barron,

wash the sheets and fold them
before Ms Scope arrived.

Our timeline...
Boss, no, no, no, no...

...took us from Saturday night
at the pub

to Monday morning,
when Peter Barron was found,

when it was Monday afternoon
that mattered.

That's when evidence
was taken from the scene.

And it's that evidence that links
the killer to Peter Barron.

Right.
The Four Musketeers.

First, a local boy - Bevan Laird.

B.
B.

Died on Ash Tor...

...in 1991.
1991.

The coroner ruled it an accident.
The second was Alan Moyes.

Ah, whose funeral Peter attended.

Yes.
Military hero.

Took his own life
after years of addiction.

Broken by a shame
he couldn't make up for.

Peter Barron, the third Musketeer.
Hm.

Obsessed with saving every lost boy.

Right, boss, so,
we've got Bevan, Alan, Peter.

Mm-hm.
But there's one left. Who?

Someone who's just moved back here,

who had unfinished business
with Peter on Saturday night,

who came back Sunday night
with a birthday card.

You m... You mean DS Oliver?

MAN: Argh! What you doing? Argh!

What the...?
BANGING

What's going on?

No, no, Oliver, we're here to help.
Open the door.

JOSEPH YELLS
Oliver, no!

LOCK CLICKS,
YELLING

That is enough, mate!

Shit!
He locked the door.

HEAVY BREATHING

HARPER:
I think he's stopped for now.

But, boss, Joseph doesn't look good.
A head wound.

We need a hostage team
and a battering ram for the door.

By the time they get here,
Joseph will have bled out.

I'll keep him calm.
You find something to get us in.

Yes, boss.

Must have hurt,
doing all that to yourself.

Clever, though.

With Joseph dead,
case would've been closed.

Joseph Ward killed Peter.
He... He attacked me.

He tried to escape.
You saw it with your own eyes.

That's why I had to restrain him.
I locked the door to keep you safe.

I understand all that.

Only, careful, DS.
You should back away now.

I'm fine. I'm calm.

Because if Joseph doesn't recover,

you need to be able to say
you were following protocol.

I was. I did.

That you didn't lose control.

I didn't mean to hurt him.
Course you didn't.

Just like you didn't mean
to hurt Bevan all those years ago.

In the place where it all began.

PETER: Three, two, one...

Ash Tor.

Just boys playing.

BEVAN: Get off. Get off!
Until you snapped.

Temporal punch. Just vessels
and nerves, soft tissue.

Bevan, get up.

'Peter said it wasn't fair for
one of us to take responsibility.

'For all of us to take the blame.

'All for one.'

And one for all.

So none of you took responsibility.

And the blow that killed Bevan
was hidden

from the damage from the fall.

A terrible tragedy.

Peter swore us all to silence.

We all went our separate ways.

But after Alan's funeral,
with half of the Musketeers dead...

...Peter told you he couldn't
keep silent any longer.

'I said, let's talk about it
before we make any snap decisions,

'speak to anyone else,
change our lives forever.'

So, Sunday night...
you chatted about old times.

Here he is.
But Peter couldn't help himself.

He only wanted to speak
about the terrible secret

that tied you to one another -
Bevan.

Do you remember that?

We were just kids.

It wasn't our fault, not really.

'He was ready to speak to the press,
the police.'

Said it was time
for us to take responsibility. Ha!

We can't carry the shame forever.

Easy for him to say.
Who'd blame Peter?

The big success
who'd spent his life helping others.

Alan, the dead army hero.
Who'd blame him?

But me?

A mediocre detective ending a shitty
career in the middle of nowhere

who'd spent three and a half decades
hiding the fact

that he'd helped
beat a kid to death?

And that's why
you had to silence him.

Hey.

Just shut up. Just shut up!

Too many whiskies to drive home.

Peter made you up a bed,
and that's when you...

Feel better after a good sleep, hey?

Whoa! What you doing, man?
Get... Get...

MUFFLED: What are you doing?

Shut up! Just shut up! Shut up!
MUFFLED SHOUTS

PETER PANTS

OLIVER
BREATHES HEAVILY

OLIVER GASPS

All through this case,

I've had the feeling
that someone was a step ahead of me,

removing and destroying evidence.

Anything pointing to the real killer
was hidden in plain sight...

...or disposed of.

But Joseph couldn't delete
CSI photos.

And the killer
wasn't one step ahead.

SHE SCOFFS

You were right beside me.
HE SCOFFS

Walking the scene.

Seeing everything you'd left
that tied you to Peter, to Bevan.

So you went back to Peter's house,
took the card, took the album,

the phone.

But a trained officer...
who knew how to retrace his steps,

wipe down where he'd been,
wash his glass...

and then leave the door open,
knowing Joseph would worry, enter,

put prints all over the house...

...framing an innocent man.

Bevan's death was a tragedy.

No-one alive knows that
more than me.

But the rest of that
was pure fantasy, DCI Ellis.

Only Joseph here has motive,
means and opportunity.

There's not one single piece
of physical evidence

places me at Peter Barron's
on Sunday night.

Yes, there is.

The birthday card you brought him.
What card? I didn't buy him one.

Where you going?
Hey! Come back here.

Godfather rules.

Hm.

Hidden in plain sight.

It's all out in the open.

Time to tell the world
what really happened to Bevan.

Tell Avery
what happened to her father.

Come out and face it all, DS Oliver.

Take responsibility
and save Joseph's life.

I wasn't there. It wasn't me.

The birthday card you bought him,

which you gave him on Sunday night.

"Happy Birthday, Peter.

"After 40 years,
what's a day late between friends?

"Best wishes, Malcolm."

The one piece of evidence your
conscience wouldn't let you destroy.

No! No! No!

Go, go!
HARPER YELLS

METALLIC CLATTERING,
OLIVER GRUNTS

Get off me! Get off me!
Come here.

It's over. It's over, Malcolm.

Malcolm Oliver, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Peter Barron.

Read him his rights
and get him out of my sight.

RADIO CHATTER

MAN 1: It's just... It's a shock.
MAN 2: Disbelief.

WOMAN: No!

Get him in the ambulance.

PHONE RINGS

'Guess where? You won't, but try.

'In the salad drawer.
Seriously, Mum, what the...?

'It shows menopause
is kicking your arse.'

It shows you not eat no vegetable.

Listen, Grace,
if I don't make it back in time...

PHONE RINGS
Shit!

Don't pick up. I've got this.

'Mum, are you there?'
RINGING TONE

Hello,
Assistant Chief Constable Leighton.

'Your boss isn't picking up.'
Sorry, DCI Ellis is busy.

'Good result.
The minister's pleased.'

Well, we are happy
if the minister is happy.

'Obviously, it's a shock.'

No, no, no. Not what we, er...
Not what we expected at all.

Boss, if you leave now,
you're gonna make it. Go.

Thanks, Chet.
'Hello?'

Mm-hm.
Oh, is she gone? Grace?

Baby, I'll be there by 10:30.

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

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