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[suspenseful music playing]

[sloshing]

[sloshing]

[man 1] Cheers.

My pleasure, Vicar.

[suspenseful music continues]

[sloshing]

I can't get my head around it.

Tilly Mayflower?

The model of the moment,
will be wearing a CeCe's dress.

But she usually wears Courreges.

We can't compete with this.

[Mrs C] Wouldn't take much more
than a small gust of wind

to sweep her clean away.

Soon you'll be able to get
CeCe's onto the King's Road.

And after that, who knows?

- Paris, New York.
- [Cathy laughing]

Steady on. How about
we trot back to reality.

At the end of the day
a good business

is about turnover
and making profit.

I trust you sent the bill.

We can't be delivering garments
with no payment.

We're not a charity.

[Mr Switch] Tilly Mayflower
in a CeCe's dress

is an opportunity
not to be missed.

[telephone rings]

She's changed her mind.

[ringing continues]

- Cathy.
- Oh.

Hello. CeCe's Boutique...

Cathy speaking... Keating...

Uh... Cathy Keating speaking.

How may I help?

Oh, hello.

Really? Okay.

No, no, not a problem.

Yes, I do.

Oh... bye then.

Tilly Mayflower won't have time
to come to the shop

- for a fitting.
- Typical.

Instead her manager has asked us

to take the dress to her
this evening at Sady's.

[Mr Switch] Oh...

Where on earth is that?

Well, it's the new private
members club in Cambridge.

Very elite.

And what if the dress
doesn't fit? What then?

[Mrs C] These people,
they just expect you

to do their bidding
with their fancy places

and their fancy ideas.

- I can go.
- No need.

I'll go.

I thought we were having

- supper with the Browns?
- They'll understand.

It's a bit
late in the day, Sylvia.

I'll telephone them now.

Uh, uh, uh...

You go and enjoy yourself,
Mrs C.

Mrs Chapman.

Apologies. You go
and enjoy yourself, Mrs Chapman.

- Cathy and I can handle this.
- Of course they can.

[Mr Switch] What did I tell you?

You better get used
to that champagne lifestyle.

[chuckles]

Oh, crikey.

I need to get a move on.

Uh... I'm going
to need to change.

I haven't got
time to go home.

Best let Geordie know
he'll be making his own supper.

Don't be daft.
He's perfectly capable.

Still, a man has the right
to know where his wife is...

and with whom.

[footsteps receding]

[rustling]

[knock on the door]

[Larry] Sorry
to bother you, Boss.

We've just had a call
from Mrs Lewis.

She thinks Gerald's been taken.

Who's Gerald?

Her cat.

You're joking.

I know, but she sounded
quite distressed

and she has just
lost her husband.

[Geordie] Can a man not eat
the cheese and pickle sandwich

in peace?

[slurping]

So, Vicar, should we be worried?

You do have God on your side.

I'm an atheist.

God's no poker player.

Don't worry about him, Vicar.
He can't handle his booze.

It's Alphy.

Call me Alphy.

[door opens]

[jazz music playing]

Oh.

[door closes]

Is it always
this quiet, Malcolm?

No, no, sir. No, we've actually
been quite busy since we opened.

However, Miss Mayflower's agent

requested that we close
the club this evening,

for her privacy.

She has rather the following
of photographers.

And we strive for discretion
for our guests here at Sady's.

- [Mr Switch chuckling]
- [door opens]

[footsteps approaching]

I believe you are the lady
responsible for this.

Yes.

It's fabulous, darling. [laughs]

Clarke Barron, Tilly's manager.

Muah. Muah.

Switch.

I love it.

[sighs in relief]
Oh, I've been so worried.

I've never done
a blind fitting before.

And for someone like you.

[laughs] It's wonderful,
really. Mrs...

Please call me Cathy.

Oh, Malcolm, will you bring us
a couple of bottles

of your finest champagne?

- Ice cold.
- Of course, sir.

This is Kara.
Our wonderful hostess.

She'll be looking
after you this evening.

Anything you need,
Miss Mayflower, Mrs Keating,

please don't hesitate to ask.

[Mr Switch chuckles lightly]

Champagne.

[Mr Switch] That's extremely
generous of you.

[Clarke] The dress was a steal.

We should have charged
you more then. [laughs]

It's good for Tilly's image

to be seen
to support local enterprises.

[Clarke] You wouldn't believe

that models need to be
more than just a...

face and a body these days.

It's so unbelievably tedious.

[laughs]

[Tilly] When can we leave?

I'm tired, Clarkey.

I'll get you an espresso.

[footsteps approaching]

- Ah.
- Oh.

[Clarke chuckles lightly]

- [Mr Switch] Mmm.
- [Cathy] Mmm...

I think we can safely say
that this is a big success.

[Cathy chuckles]

What's going on?

She doesn't seem very happy.

[Mr Switch]
Don't be fooled by that

"too cool for school"
model look.

[slow jazz playing]

[Mr Switch] Cheers.

[clink]

Oh, my word.

I told you,
you'd better get used to it.

[whispers]
This is just the beginning.

[pensive music playing]

[grimaces]

[rustling]

Raise.

[slams]

- I'm out.
- [exhales]

I'm out, too.

[pensive music continues]

Still in.

Good man.

Cilla's just got
the most adorable voice.

And she's my age!
Oh, she's gonna be a star.

I'm sure of it.

[both laughing]

- She does have potential.
- [Tilly] Mmm.

Oh, Bubbles
go straight to my head.

[chuckles lightly]

- I know, darling.
- [Tilly chuckles]

What time is it?

Oh, it's...
coming up to 9:30.

Oh, I should be getting home.

[Mr Switch]
Is everything all right?

I'm going to find my coat.

[footsteps leaving]

Malcolm?

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my God.

[clock ticking]

Looks like it's just
the two of us again, Vicar.

[dramatic music playing]

Still relying on
divine intervention.

[chuckles]

[laughing]

[Leighton]
What's it gonna be, Alphy?

You in or out?

[intense music playing]

[all laughing]

[Leighton laughing]

Should've stuck with it Alphy.

I had absolutely nothing.

[Drew laughing]

[chuckles] Oh, that was
one hell of a bluff.

[Kevin continues laughing]

[Leighton]
Better luck next time, Alphy.

[faint siren blaring]

[footsteps approaching]

What the hell
are you doing here?

Oh, the dress.

Tilly wanted us to come here

instead of the shop.

Mrs C's here as well?

She couldn't make it.

Who found him?

I did.

[sombre music playing]

It stopped at 8:45.

And nothing like a dead body
to sober you up, huh?

[rustling]

[Geordie] Well,
whoever strangled him

didn't do it for the money.

[suspenseful music playing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Larry] This is Kara Quenn.

She's the hostess here.

Has anybody left the club since
you made the call to us?

No. No one. We're closed to
other members this evening.

Meaning the killer
could still be in the building.

We need to question
everyone here.

[voice breaking]
I wanna get out of here.

I have to go.

They're following me.
I can't be here.

It's all right love.

- Remember, what the doctor said.
- [Tilly whimpering]

[shakingly]
A man's been murdered.

[Tilly breath trembling]

Tilly often sees and hears
things when she's under stress.

The doctor's prescribed pills
for these episodes.

- And you are?
- Clarke Barron.

Her manager.

Is there anyone we can call
for you? Your parents?

No need.

It's a hell of a shock
for a young woman.

Darling, you've known Tilly
all of five minutes.

Tilly will be fine
once she has her rest.

Isn't that right, darling?

[Tilly] Please, Clarkey.
I wanna go home.

[Larry] Right.

No one leaves until
we've searched the building.

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[faint talking]

You are not the man. [laughs]

[Geordie] Alphy?

[dog barking]

Gambling?

I am at liberty
to do what I please

outside the church.

Not when it's illegal,
you bloody can't!

And you know it.

Plus, you've managed
to place yourself bang

in the centre
of a murder investigation.

Oh, come on.

I wasn't to know, was I?

Listen...

I'm prepared to turn
a blind eye to the gambling.

Oh, it's big of you. Thanks.

Don't push it.

But I'll need to see you
down the station tomorrow.

What?

You can't seriously be
treating me like a suspect?

Hey, whoever did this
is clearly...

[Geordie] Enough.

Alphy, go home, sober up,
and I'll see you tomorrow

as a witness.

Well, good luck
doing this without me.

I'll give it my best shot.

[footsteps receding]

[Geordie] Right, fellas,

tell me about
the poker game back there.

[Drew] I should've
stayed in the pub.

I should've never
listened to you.

[Geordie]
And what about Malcolm?

He was fine when we saw him.

When was that exactly?

This afternoon,
when he took us to the room.

And none of you had any contact
with him again after that?

He didn't come back in the room
to check on the game at all?

Nah.

He knew we wouldn't get rowdy,
so he left us to it.

Malc's an old friend.

He's letting us
use the room to play.

His mother is going
to be devastated.

[exhales]

[exhales]

[Geordie] So, Miss Mayflower,
what brought you here tonight?

Where's Clarke?

Look, I'm interested in hearing
what you have to say, Tilly.

Makes a change.

Mostly, people speak for me.

That must be wearing.

I am a project for him,
all of them.

This business
is full of people trying,

trying to be
someone to... to make it.

To sell something,
sell themselves.

[smacks lips]
It's all so tiring.

That's why it's nice
to meet that Cathy.

Yeah, she's... she's different.

A real person
who... who thinks for herself,

feels things, and cares.

- Tilly. Can I ask...
- [Tilly] Jean, actually.

Jean Jones.

Tilly Mayflower
isn't my real name.

Even that was chosen for me.

Tell me, had you met Malcolm
before this evening?

- Who?
- The manager of this place.

The man who was found dead?

Oh...

Yeah, of course.

Silly me, erm...

I mean, no, I've never
been here before,

and... I don't really
remember seeing him.

But you did see him because
he closed the club for you.

You thanked him and the hostess.

Did I?

Oh... I can't remember.

You can't remember much,
can you, Tilly?

It's these pills, erm...

There was this lady
looking after us,

but I can't remember her name.

Erm...

Sorry. I...

- Are you all right?
- Yeah...

[breath trembles] I just...

[Tilly inhales]

...feel a little, erm...

Here...

[sloshing]

Small sips, big breaths.

Tell me, Tilly.

When was the last time
you had anything to eat, love?

I don't know.

[paper bag rustles]

Cheese and pickle?

[paper bag rustles]

[Geordie] Mmm.

[Tilly] Mmm...

Can I ask about your episodes?

Do you ever feel out of control?

Do things that perhaps
you don't remember?

Tilly...

Things that are
out of character?

I know
what you're suggesting...

But I would never do anything
to intentionally hurt anyone.

I couldn't.

I'm a Buddhist.

I should be with Tilly.

[Geordie] Mmm.

You're not keen on letting her

out of your sight,
are you, Mr Barron, hmm?

What are you so afraid of?

That she'll say something
you're unable to control,

implicate you in some way?

[Clarke] I have absolutely
nothing to hide.

I am a talent manager,
not a serial killer.

The only crimes I deal with
are the ones against fashion.

What does your wife make
of your relationship with Tilly?

A little unethical,
don't you think?

Having an affair with a client.

We can't help who we fall for.

Hmm. See, we found
an envelope full of cash

in Malcolm Riley's pocket.

And we know you asked him
to close the club

for a few hours
to preserve privacy.

Perhaps that was for your
own benefit rather than Tilly's.

Did you pay him
for his discretion?

Did he cotton on to your affair
and ask for more?

Did you lash out,

or did Tilly lash out
and you're covering for her?

[Geordie] Did this affair
cost a man his life?

I fail to see
what our relationship has to do

with any of this nonsense.

- Oh, it's nonsense?
- [Clarke] Yeah.

A man has been murdered.

Not by me.

I've never even met
the man before.

I've barely had
any contact with him.

Look, I hate to speak
ill of the dead,

but he seems rather forgettable.

[Clarke] Perhaps you should
be speaking to that

hostess girl.

And why is that?

I'm an observer
of women's bodies, Detective.

It's my job.

Her body language towards him
was as cold as ice.

Mark my words.

Something happened between them.

Why don't you tell me
about this poker game happening

at the time of the murder?

I didn't know about it.

Well. Surely you had to go
to the kitchen

and the storeroom
to serve your guests.

You didn't hear anything?

Why didn't Malcolm tell you
about the game?

Especially as you were the only
two staff working this evening?

It was illegal, wasn't it?

He probably didn't want
to get in trouble.

Did you and Malcolm
have a trusting relationship?

I suppose.

We have a witness who says
you were being frosty with him.

Why was that?

Did you, in fact
find out about the game?

Did you fall out about it?

- Is that why you attacked him?
- I didn't.

Tell me...

are you Kara with a K?

Yeah. Why?

[rustles]

[Geordie] We found this
in Malcolm's pocket.

[Geordie] Does this money
belong to you, Kara?

- Yeah.
- Why did he have it?

It's my wages.

Are you sure about that?

What did you do to Malcolm?

I didn't do anything to Malcolm.

I don't know what he was up to.

But it had nothing
to do with me.

So he was up to something.

Marcus is usually up by now.

Do you not think
we should leave them alone?

We don't want to intrude
on their time together,

especially as we don't know...

I'm simply going to check
if they need anything.

That's all.

Then we'll go.

Promise.

[knocking on door]

[Leonard] Raymond, it's Leonard.

- How's your father?
- Shh... he's sleeping.

He had a bad night.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay. I'm just trying
to be quiet now so he can rest.

I'm really hungry...

Daniel and I
are on our way to breakfast.

Oh yes.

Yes, we are indeed.

Why don't I write your father
a note to explain

that you've come with us
and you'll be back soon.

[Daniel] How does sausage, egg
chips and beans sound?

Chips? For breakfast?

Come on. Get a scrap of paper

and let's leave
your father in peace.

[door hinge squeaking]

I know what you're going to say.

That we should get some
fried bread on the side.

[clinking]

Remind me,

why were you at Sady's?

I told you.

Tilly Mayflower would be wearing
a CeCe's dress.

Jam or marmalade?

Half and half, please.

Well, how come Mrs C
wasn't with you?

Why are you asking me
about this?

Shouldn't you be focusing
on finding out

who strangled that poor man?

Why was he there?

Mr Switch?

We're trying to make
CeCe's a success.

Of course.

- Sugar?
- Two please.

Two?

What?

Well, you've only
ever wanted one.

[clinking]

[sloshing]

[spoon clinking]

[clinks]

[slurps]

How was Tilly
when you spoke to her?

I'm not sure whether her
erratic behaviour is an act.

No, I don't think so.

The way she clung to me
felt like she needed comfort.

Must be so hard for a young
woman in a world like that.

Constantly under the spotlight.

She's so young, Geordie.

She reminded me of Esme.

What did you make
of her manager?

Very protective, wouldn't
let her out of his sight.

So he was there
the whole evening?

Mmm...

And the hostess,

Oh, she was in and out
with the drinks.

[crunching]

[sighs]

I thought expensive champagne

wasn't supposed
to give you a sore head.

I think it's the volume
that makes the difference.

[engine whirring away]

[typewriter typing]

I found a newspaper report
claiming Tilly Mayflower

got in a rage
and pushed a photographer.

Tilly does seem to be
a bit of a live wire.

But she also has several alibis.

Plus, I mean,
she's 90 pounds soaking wet,

so unlikely to have
overpowered Malcolm Riley.

Anything on Clarke Barron?

Investigated for fraud.

- [Geordie] Oh, yeah.
- Found to be innocent.

Oh.

Kara. The hostess.

She claims not to have known
the poker game was happening.

But I'm not so sure.

[sighs]

- You all right?
- [Miss Scott] No,

I can't sit,

I can't stand and don't even
get me started on sleeping.

Larry. Hmm.

Honestly, I'm not sure how much
longer we can keep this up.

At some point, we're gonna
have to make a decision.

I have to go to the bathroom.

She's been crying a lot.

That happens, I don't think
it's just the pregnancy

I'll talk to her.

In the meantime, can you speak
to Malcolm Riley's mother?

Find out anything you can
about his work life

and his relationship with Kara.

I need to make some phone calls.

[Mrs C] Where's all this
money coming from?

We haven't sold that much stock.

- It doesn't add up.
- [Jack] Oh...

That is quite an imbalance.

[Mrs C] It's that Mr Switch.

He's up to something.

He's got Cathy
in the palm of his hand,

she won't hear
a word against him.

But these figures prove there is
something very definitely amiss.

Time for drastic measures.

Oh, no, no. No, Sylvia.

Let's start by going through
all his personal papers

see if we can find
anything incriminating.

And we'll have to track
his movements, work out where

this money is coming from.

- [Jack] We?
- No secret agent works alone.

[phone ringing]

[slam]

[smacks]

Well, this is different.

[tap]

Thanks for coming in.

Not like I had a choice.

So...

you don't want me
on the other side anymore, then?

You can't come along
and investigate crimes

if you're
a bloody criminal, Alphy.

I'm here as a witness, Geordie.

What's going on with you?

[sighs]

[smacks lips]

[pen cap rattling]

Right, can you tell me what you
remember about the poker game?

Hmm.

Er... [Alphy clears throat]

I met Leighton at the pub,
we got chatting,

he mentioned a game,
I thought, why not.

Malcolm Riley
showed us to the room,

handed over a bottle of scotch

and some glasses,
we started playing.

I didn't see him again
after that.

So you four

- were the only ones in the room.
- Mmm.

Uh... Well,
apart from the hostess.

- The hostess?
- Mmm.

Are you sure?

[chuckles lightly]
I wasn't that drunk, Geordie.

How drunk were you?

Is that relevant?

Well, you've always known
when to stop.

So I can't have a few drinks
without being judged.

I'm just trying to work out what
happened to the Alphy I know.

- [chuckles] And why do you care?
- Because I'm your mate?

I don't understand
where this is coming from.

You were asking
about the hostess?

- Yes.
- Yeah, she was there

and pretty incompetent with it.

She... she spilled a drink
all over me.

Insisted on cleaning it up.

I just wanted
to get on with the game.

Could that
have been a distraction

to get a look at your cards?

Well, she was odd.

She came in and plunked ice
and lemon in our glasses.

Now, we were all drinking neat

and since when do you
put lemon in neat whiskey?

And was it the same amount
of ice in each glass?

No.

No, now I think about it.
It was... very random.

And the lemon.

Or deliberate?

- To give signals to...
- Leighton.

Yeah, I would've beaten him.

I mean, I had a weak hand,
but he had nothing.

He could only have been
that confident,

bluffing if he knew my hand.

It sounds like
the whole thing was a sting.

[Daniel] Ah...

Oh, my word.

I shouldn't have had
that third sausage.

[Leonard chuckles]

But I'm so full
you and Leonard are gonna

have to roll me down the street.

[Leonard and Raymond chuckling]

[Raymond] What cake is that?

[Daniel] Looks like
black forest gateau.

You can't still be hungry.

It's my dad's favourite.

I forgot to get bread.

Won't be a tick.

[door opens]

[bell ringing]

It'll be all right.

I promise.

You won't be alone.

[Marcus] Oh, my word.

Black Forest Gateau.

[Marcus exhales]

You're such a good lad.

If only I could be there.

This looks too delicious
for words.

[sombre music playing]

[cutlery clinking]

[door opens]

[tense music playing]

[tense music continues]

[door closes]

[rustling]

Lovely hat, Mrs C.

[rustles]

Alphy says they only
saw Malcolm Riley

once that evening
when he showed them in here.

But the whole game
feels like a setup.

[Geordie] What time
do you make it?

[Larry] Quarter past two.

That's a half hour slow.

Well, either it's not been
wound up properly,

or it's been deliberately
tampered with.

[suspenseful music playing]

You've been lying
to us all along.

You were part of this thing,
weren't you, Kara?

No idea
what you're talking about.

[Geordie] You were using
ice cubes in their drinks

to signal to Leighton. Hmm?

And what was Malcolm's
involvement in all of this?

Did you and Leighton
decide to cut him out?

- Is that why you murdered him?
- No,

I don't know what happened!

[Geordie] But we've got
a pretty good idea, Kara.

It'll be a lot worse for you
if you don't tell us.

Me, Malcolm and Leighton,

we fixed the game
for Leighton to win.

Malcolm was nervous,
but Leighton convinced him

he could make us all money.

Do you think it's possible
that Malcolm changed his mind?

Got cold feet?

He wanted the money to put
towards a house for his mother.

But he was worried
he was going to lose his job.

Malcolm was weak.

I hadn't met Leighton before,
but I've got the feeling he was

a difficult person to say no to.

[Geordie] How well
did you know Leighton?

Myself and Drew
are old friends.

We met Leighton at our local
a couple of times,

and he invited us
for a game of poker.

And you'd never
met Malcolm before?

No.

But Leighton said
Malcolm was a mate

and he'd let us play
at the club undisturbed.

He was pretty keen
on having the game.

He said it'd be free booze
and winner takes all.

We thought, "Why not?"

Makes a change from a few pints

and a game of darts
in our local.

At what point did you discover
the game was fixed?

- What?
- [Geordie] I'm afraid so.

You, Kevin and Alphy,
you were all set up.

No wonder he was so pushy
about the game.

And getting
that vicar involved too.

He lost the most.

How did Leighton behave
during the game?

He was confident. Mmm. [scoffs]

Cocky, even. Kev felt bad
for the vicar bloke.

Tried to warn him,
if he didn't have

a strong hand he should fold.

How did Leighton react

when Kevin
tried to help the vicar?

Oh, he wasn't there.

Where was he?

In the gents.

What time was this?

About 8:15.
I was half cut,

but I do remember
looking at the clock

because I was a bit worried
about the missus going off

at me for getting in late.

The clock on the wall?

Yeah.

That poker game
was very important to you,

wasn't it, Leighton?

Important enough that you would
alter a clock to slow down time

making your opponents
think they hadn't been

playing for as long as they had.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Geordie]
And by changing the clock,

you also allowed yourself
to have an alibi

for the time of the murder.

As the others believed it to be

half an hour earlier
than it actually was.

[clinks]

You're the only person who left
the room during the poker game.

I've done the walk
from the cloakroom

down to the poker room and back.

Plenty of time to strangle a man

and be back in your seat
cards in hand,

without your
inebriated fellow players

noticing a hair out of place.

You were also helped by the fact

that the club
was closed to anyone else.

- Cheers!
- You sound lovely.

Apart from Tilly Mayflower
and her guests, all distracted

by vast quantities
of expensive champagne.

When I spoke to you
shortly after we found his body,

you seemed upset

but not shocked about Malcolm.

Was that remorse?

You, Kara and Malcolm
were in on it together.

Only Malcolm was the weak link.

Is it possible he wanted out?

Because that's what
you were arguing about

in the cloakroom, weren't you?

You weren't gonna
let him ruin it for you.

[sobbing]

[Leighton continues sobbing]

Take your time.

It's been tough recently.

My boss threatened to fire me,

and I got a ton of bills
overdue, it just got...

It all just got too much.

I really needed that cash.

Tell us
what happened with Malcolm.

He said we should end the game

and give everyone
their money back.

I've been angry before, but...

This time I couldn't stop.

[dramatic music playing]

I knew when I had my hands
around his neck, I should stop.

But I just couldn't.

[dramatic music continues]

[sobbing] I was desperate.

[sobs]

If only you could turn
the clock back now, eh?

[church bell tolls]

[church bell tolls]

[sombre music playing]

[keys jangling]

Why are you locking up?

I'm not opening this afternoon.

I beg your pardon,
It's a church, not a grocer's.

Yeah, well, I doubt
I'd be of much use to anyone.

[Leonard] Look, Alphy,
we need to make a plan

for what's going to happen
to Raymond after Marcus dies.

We're all rallying around
right now and everyone's doing

an admirable job
of chipping in to help.

But Raymond's going
to need full-time care

and very possibly
sooner than we think.

We need to know
where he's going to end up.

Have you informed
Children's Services?

He might need to be
in the care of a boy's home.

Those places are awful.

Well, they were
good enough for me.

The Church
should be helping him.

Leonard, I'm a vicar,
not a social worker.

By all means, make him yours.

But that child
is not my problem.

[gloomy music playing]

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[clinking]

[sloshing]

[exhales]

Cathy.

[Cathy yelling]
I am busy, Sylvia.

This can't wait.

It's Mr Switch.

He's a confidence trickster...
a swindler.

What are you talking about?

We observed him.

He met a lady friend,
gave her flowers

and then took
papers of hers to the bank

to steal her money no doubt.

You mean his sister.

Beg pardon?

He's signing the papers

for his sister
to get a bank loan.

You know, like Jack did
for us to get this place.

Oh, my word,

did you and Jack follow him?

There is something amiss.

I can't believe this.

I saw this with my own eyes.

Sylvia...

[Tilly gasps]

Sorry to interrupt...

I know I don't have
an appointment,

but I could really do
with your help.

[telephone ringing]

[footsteps approaching]

[sighs]

[sombre music playing]

Is this what I think it is?

[Geordie clears throat]

I wish I didn't have to lose
my best member of staff.

No offence to your old man.

[chuckles lightly]

And I wish you were
Chief Inspector now.

Even then, I wouldn't be able
to change the policy.

A married woman
cannot work in the force.

You knew that.

Hey, it'll be all right.

Just...

You know, parenting
is the best job in the world.

So you should grab it...

just drink it in.

Because as quick
as a flash, it's over.

And they don't need you anymore.

I have missed so many
precious moments,

and I'll never get them back.

Because I put work first.

[sombre music continues]

[breath trembling]

The difference is, Geordie,

you had a choice.

Everything okay?

- [Tilly chuckling]
- [Mrs C] Woah...

- [Cathy gasps]
- [Tilly laughs]

How do you feel?

Like Jean Jones.

Well, you look like her as well.

For the first time in my life,
I feel like I'm being true

to who I am,
who I really am.

To Jean!

That is the most
important thing, my darling.

Thank you, so, so much.

[door opens]

What the hell
are you playing at?

You can't just wander off.

Come on.

I don't think so.

We happen to be
in the middle of a fitting.

So, I'm going to ask you
to leave our premises

and give the lady some privacy.

I'm going nowhere without Tilly.

You best go find her, then.

Jean has more clothes to try on.

What are you talking about?

Don't be so ridiculous,
you stupid girl.

You're fired.

What?

You heard her.

You're fired.

Now sling your hook.

You need to leave.

You are done.

[Cathy] On the contrary.

She's just getting started.

[footsteps receding]

[slams]

[Tilly] Oh...

[all three chuckling]

[knock on the door]

Not a good time.

[Geordie] Open the door, Alphy.

[knock on the door]

[knocking continues]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Well, come in, why don't you?

I thought you should know
Leighton confessed

to killing Malcolm Riley.

Well, I can't believe
I didn't see it.

Hmm...
Well, you were pie-eyed.

Yeah. Okay, I should have
suspected something.

Don't make this
about you, Alphy.

Well, is he
your new sidekick, is he?

Actually, Leonard came to see me

because he was
worried about you.

And he's not the only one.

You've been
neglecting your duties.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Leonard,
is this about the kid again?

You aren't prepared
to help look after a child

who is about to be orphaned
but you can quite happily

hole up in some seedy club
and gamble with a murderer.

And they'd better not
have been vicarage funds.

Of course not.

Why should I believe you?

You're not behaving
in a very Christian manner

and you are certainly
not behaving

as a man of the cloth should.

You mean how you would.

You don't know how privileged
you are to hold such a position.

- Privilege?
- Everything I went through,

I never lost faith, not once.

Even when it felt as if
everything was against me.

I still clung on to...

Oh, give it a rest
will you, Leonard?

Look, I'm sorry the bishop
rejected you, really I am.

But look at what you have got.

You do God's work running
the halfway house,

you get to live
with your partner

and yet, here you are.
Still clinging on

to the past for dear life.

Hang on.

That's a bit rich, isn't it?

- What?
- Your mother.

- What about her?
- The way she treated you?

Is that why you're
behaving like this?

Rejecting everyone around you
who's trying to help!

You would not have a job
if it weren't for me

helping you over the years.

And now what,
you want to chuck it all in,

put yourself
out there to pasture

in some mind-numbing desk job.

And ignore me...
like you do your family.

You are not a copper.

You've only just noticed?

You can't exactly
call yourself a vicar, either.

[melancholic music playing]

You know what I'm...
I'm not listening to any more

of this hypocritical,
sanctimonious rubbish.

And I want you to leave.

Now.

I've tried with you,
Alphy, I really have.

I have given you
friendship, support...

love, even.

But I'm tired of it all.

You have your wish.

From now on, you're on your own.

[footsteps receding]

[door opens]

[door shuts close]

[melancholic music continues]

[breath trembles]

[theme music playing]

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