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So do you remember how
worn out the legs were before?

Is that the chair or me
you're on about, my darling?

So I've recovered this
using a fabric

that I picked up
at a local flea market.

Do you remember, honey?
- I do remember.

You insisted
on driving us there.

Right, I just need to finish
securing this on.

- Allow me, madam.
- A staple gun will suffice.

I mean, as we always say,
big is not always best.

Luckily for you, darling.

I have a local firm
actually finishing the rest

of the set off for me
because, as you know,

later on this week,

we'll be having our Li--
- Live-stream main event!

Where we will finally reveal
our fully renovated home,

and, of course, you guys get the
chance to ask us any questions.

Like, how have I been married

to this controlling witch
for so long?

Or why is my husband
such an obnoxious ass?

- Ha!
- Cut! Cut!

We've talked about this.

Can we please just stick
to the script?

Your followers want to see
a united, happy couple.

I'm sure you can just edit out
that last section, can't you?

Maybe leave the technical stuff
to people

who actually know
what they're doing.

You are insufferable,
Preston.

Roll on the live-stream

when I can finally kick
this oaf out of my house.

Ha. Don't you mean my house, darling?

Over my dead body, honey.

Nate?

My office radiator's
still not working properly,

I wonder if you could look at it
for me?

I need someone who, um,
knows what they're doing.

Sure.

I'm not having that adulterous
cow take this place from me.

Oh!

- Is that a mouse?!
- Be careful!

It's okay, looks
like he's been dead a while.

I wonder where it's come from?

You!
You've gone too far this time!

Hey, whoa! It wasn't me.
I mean, I wish it was...

I hate you!

Come on, Mrs. S.,
don't get upset.

Here.
- Oh, thank you.

I don't know what
I'd do without you.

- Let's get you a glass of water.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

I think it's time I called in
some professional help.

What, a solicitor?

No.

A private investigator.

Hello!

You slept here again?

What would I do without you,
Seb?

Be buried alive
under a mountain of paperwork?

I mean it, though.

Thanks for sticking with me
after everything.

Ugh. Vanilla?!
- Oh.

What are you trying to
do, kill me?

I'm sorry, that's mine.
Here you go.

You know I'm not actually
in today.

I just came to get this.

Ahh. Well, you can't lead
a "The Phoenix

and The Turtle" party
without a turtle, can you?

I betray the Bard each and
every time I don this travesty!

Remember you've got a 10:00.

Preston Shrewsbury?

Thinks his wife's
having an affair.

Another extra-marital?

Beggars can't be choosers.

You know,
it's been over two years.

You could try speaking to Lu.
- Ohh.

'What type of partner
is right for you?"

One that admits
when they're wrong.

Sorry, sorry. I slept in.

Congratulations
on closing the case!

It was a lost budgie. It's
hardly the crime of the century.

But thanks.

Ooh, vanilla latte.

Did you get yourself one?

Oh, no, it's fine.
I just wanted to treat the boss.

No, no, no, no, we're a team, remember?

Especially
since you chose to come with me.

Oh, what can I say?

I will follow you
to the last gasp,

with truth and loyalty.

Ohh. Right.

Do you want to do a quiz?
- Yes!

Sorry, I don't have an
appointment, but it's important.

- Oh, come in!
- I can take your jacket.

Can I get you a flat white?
Coconut water?

- Ouch!
- Ooh! Sorry, that looks sore.

Is that a new tattoo?

Oh, no, actually I've had it
for ages.

I get a leaf
added every year.

It's my way of remembering...

Sorry, sorry, I'm Rina.
- Shrewsbury!

Yeah, I know, I know!
I watch your online show.

I love it!
"Reclaimed Refurb."

It's basically just me
and my husband.

They've been refurbishing
this house for, what,

six years now,

and the thing is everything
in it has to be

either second hand or reclaimed.

Oh, it's brilliant!
I'm terrible at DIY.

But then you've got Preston
to help you, haven't you?

Wait, sorry, your husband is
Preston Shrewsbury?

He's why I've come to see you.

What, and people pay you
for this?

Very well, actually.

Especially
after we hit 250,000 followers.

I mean, it's not
without its sacrifices.

Our marriage is over.

I mean, it's always been
tempestuous.

At one point,
that was part of the fun.

But now we just make
each other miserable.

You always seem so happy
in your videos.

No, I mean, we're forced
to play nice for our brand,

but when we've finally done
our big live-stream,

then we're finally
gonna go our separate ways.

Or we would be,
if we can decide which one of us

gets to keep
the finished property.

Hang on,
this is about a house?

I thought this was
about an affair?

We employed a handyman to help
us with the final snagging,

Nathaniel Tensio.

And you think this Nathaniel
and your wife are...

Sleeping with each other?

Oh, I'm absolutely certain
of it.

Nate's just so easy
to work with.

At one point,

when Preston was being
a proper nightmare,

we filmed Nate from behind
as a body double.

And that really
wound Preston up.

If she thinks I'm gonna
leave my dream house

just so she can wheel in
her toy-boy,

then she's got
another thing coming,

'cos I'm not going anywhere.

I'm sorry, Rina, I don't
really know how I can help you.

'Cos I'm just an investigator,
I'm not a property lawyer.

Preston's trying to sabotage me.

He wants to force me out.

He's removed all the fuses
from in my plugs,

flooded my en-suite,

and then, I found this.

Now, he knows I hate mice.

You're not alone.

How can you be sure
it's definitely him?

Because it's only happening
on my side of the house.

We have exactly half each.

When we're not recording
content,

we stick strictly
to our own sections.

What, and this works, does it?

It's the only thing
we seem to agree on.

I mean, the kitchen was
an issue, so we drew up a rota.

I have lunchtime, and then
9:00 p.m. till midnight.

What if you get peckish
around teatime?

This is
why I need your services.

If I can prove
that Rina is having an affair,

expose it to our fans,

I can get public opinion
on my side

and then I can kick her out.

Well, I'll, er, I'll stake
the place out then.

Watch and see if he comes over
to my half of the house.

If I can prove
that he's been harassing me,

then I'm more likely
to get the place when we split.

Well, I suppose I could go
tonight, have a look.

So, 9:00 p.m.

And nothing or nobody
is gonna get past me.

Nice doggy.

Shh, shh.

- Bibi, what have you found?
- Go, go.

I say, what are you doing there?

Attack, Bibi, attack.

No! [ Stammering ] I'm--
I'm a private investigator.

I'm just investigating--
- Frank?

Lu? What are you doing here?

Me? I'm not the one in a hedge
being mauled by a Pomeranian.

- I am on a job.
- So am I.

- The Shrewsburys?
- The Shrewsburys?

Oh, it's okay, it's fine.

The owners actually know
that we're here, so it's fine.

I'll be double checking
that first thing in the morning.

- Okay, thank you.
- Bibi!

So...

what were you hired for?
- What were you hired for?

I'm here watching Preston to see
if he's sabotaging the house.

Well, Preston thinks Rina's
having an affair

with the handyman.

I thought you didn't do
extra-maritals.

- People change.
- Do they?

Anyway,
if Rina was having an affair,

I wouldn't be surprised.
Preston's been a nightmare.

Why won't he let her
just buy him out of the house?

Why should he?
He's done all the hard work

building this place up,
and she comes in,

throws a few scatter cushions

and thinks
she's better than him.

Well, maybe she understands
that a house needs to be nice

and approachable, otherwise
people won't want to visit it.

Well, maybe some people
recognise style over substance.

You had many jobs lately, Frank?

Well, at least I'm doing
real investigative work.

So am I.

What, you still doing
the missing-pets cases?

Let's face it, that's one step
up from a flyer on a lamp post.

How dare you! I--

Let me guess,
you've seen another mouse?

Please do not tell me
that you two are back together.

- Absolutely not.
- No way.

No, we're-- No, no.

Well, then, for once,
I'm actually glad to see you.

So, the victim was shot
in the back of the head

by what looks like a nail gun.

Did you get any pictures
or footage of the killer?

Er... no.

Okay.
But I mean,

you had a good look at
the perpetrator though, right?

I'm sure you can give me
a thorough description.

Well, the thing is...

we, erm...

We weren't really looking at
the house when it happened.

So a murder happened
right under your noses,

and neither of you saw anything?

Wow. I mean,
that's the best yet, guys.

Great work.

I can't believe you hired
a PI to spy on me.

- So did you.
- Well...

Do either of you,
er, recognise that?

It's a nail gun.

Erm... yeah,
that-- that's mine.

- I feel terrible.
- I know, so do I.

Keeler's never gonna let
me hear the end of this.

And we could have stopped it
from happening.

Yeah, well,
that, too, obviously.

I mean,
Preston knew I was watching him.

Why risk murdering someone?

I suppose anyone could have
slipped in while we were...

distracted.

Frank, you've got to help me,
I didn't do this.

I'll pay you anything.

I need to prove it wasn't him.

What, because he's just
offered you a load of money?

Yeah, that's the way
business works.

But I'd like to wipe that
stupid smile off Keeler's face

when I find the killer.

- Not if I find him first.
- Ha.

Yeah. I'm more than style
over substance, Frank.

I'm a good investigator,
and I'm gonna prove it.

I'm sorry I didn't
end up getting much.

I didn't get you the proof
you wanted

with everything that happened.

Are you okay?

Were you very close
to Nathaniel?

Why does everyone think
that me and Nate were having--

I mean, I'm almost
old enough to be his mother.

No, I just, you know...

Well, he did-- he did visit you
quite late. Didn't he?

We were just meeting
about a job.

A production company
have offered me a series

on repurposed home furnishings,
yeah,

and I offered Nate
the role of handyman,

so he came round
to give me this.

Oh, okay.

We were just gonna have
a drink

to celebrate our partnership,

and, erm, it was all
strictly above board, you know.

- So why the secrecy?
- Well, why do you think?

Preston. He'd try
and ruin it for me.

In fact,
I was worried he already had.

Nate was acting weird.
- Really?

Weird in what way?

Hmm.
You know, he was nervous,

said he had something important
to tell me.

I went to put this
away safe in my office,

and when I got back,
he was gone,

then I found him,
in the kitchen.

Do you have any idea what Nathaniel
wanted to talk to you about?

No. Nate had only worked with us
for a few months

or so, you know, so...

He had a great CV,
glowing references.

But, no, he didn't
really share much.

Oh, this guy was at the house
last night,

before everything happened.

Oh, that's Curtis Minoff,
our social-media manager.

He's amazing.

It's a shame I can't take him
on to my next project,

but they have their own
people handling their socials.

I'm really sorry,

but we need to put
a statement out for your fans.

And the landscaping team
are arriving soon.

Oh, sorry.

It's the big live-stream
tomorrow.

Oh, right, so you're still
going ahead with that, are you?

Oh, yeah, Curtis thinks we
can kind of dedicate it to Nate.

Yeah, we didn't know him
that well,

but he was still part
of the Reclaimed Refurb team.

At least if Preston
does go down for murder,

then I'll get to keep the house.

Oh.

Lu was there? No!

So, is she well?

I've literally just told you
there was a murder,

and our client is
the prime suspect.

That's what you
should be focusing on.

Sorry.

Now, Preston said
he was on the phone

to this 24-hour solicitor
at the time of the killing.

- I'll check it out.
- My money's on the wife.

She says there wasn't an affair,
but take a look at this.

Hmm.

I want to know what
he gave her that night.

Well, he's dead,
and I don't think

she's gonna roll out the red
carpet for Preston's PI, so...

No, but she might
for her chair delivery man.

What, me?

Well, it can't be me,
she might recognise me.

Fortunately, she's
never met you.

Fortunately... not.

Oh, sorry,
Turtle-based business.

It's not my day
of working for you, remember?

Yeah, well, I'm sorry,

but I think a murder
trumps a kids' party.

You'll never guess who else
was there--

Frank.
- Really?

Yep, and he reckons he's gonna
solve this murder before me.

Well, we'll see, because I bet
he didn't notice the victim

acting suspiciously next
to the shed at the Shrewsbury's.

I reckon he's hidden
something in there.

Oh, like what?

Well, that's what
you're gonna find out.

Thought you could go down
this morning

and blend in with the gardeners.
- This morning? I can't.

Wha-- Oh, please.
Come on. I need you.

Preston's gonna recognise me.
He's never met you, has he?

We're a team, remember?

You look like a Mario Brother.

I'm Barry, the delivery man.

Alright, bab,
I've got six chairs for ya.

Right. Can you deal with those
before you leave?

The landscapers have
arrived early.

I'm on my way home,
so I'll show you where they go.

And then can you manage
on your own?

'Course, gaffer.

Tara a bit.

I'm in.

Check the desk first.

- Hello.
- Sebastian.

The gardeners are going in.
- Now?

Yes, you need to get here asap.

Hey.

Oh, yeah, great disguise.

Diolch.
I'm Gwyn from Pontypridd.

Oh, I love Gwyn.
Okay, pop that in your ear

and then I can just keep on
the phone to you, okay?

There's the shed.

So--
Oh, quick, someone's coming.

Be quick. Be quick.

Good luck.

Mr. Gremio: Bibi! No!

Mr. Gremio.

You and your dog
are trespassing.

Bibi got spooked by
yet more workmen.

We're just doing our
final bit of landscaping.

Those trees have
preservation orders.

If any get damaged,
I'm calling the council.

Well, you do have them
on speed-dial.

Feel free to lodge
yet another complaint.

Grrr, that man.

Frank?

You've been ignoring me.

Er, you might want to check
your moustache.

Sorry. This is proving a lot
more, erm, complicated

than I thought.

Well, if you can't see it
in the desk drawer,

check the sideboard.

Sebastian.

The dog's gone.
Come on, quick.

Right, okay, so what
I need you doing now is

you're supposed to have the
olive trees. Where are they?

You didn't tell me
it was locked.

What's locked, the sideboard?

- No, I can't talk now.
- Someone's coming.

Oi. What you doing?

Oh, they finally let you
out then?

I'm finishing the garden
ready for tomorrow.

Were you gonna do
the live-stream without me?

Well, you were
slightly indisposed, darling,

what with the arrest for murder.

Have you
got it unlocked yet?

I don't think
they've noticed you.

Is there a letter opener
or something,

that you can prise it open with?
- Just keep still.

And remember to look for
secret drawers or compartments.

Will you both just shut up?!

Who are you? Who's he?

Bore Da, I'm Gwyn the gardener.

- Aren't you the chair man?
- Barry.

Well, that's it,
I'm calling the police.

Woah, woah, woah, hold on.

No, no, please don't.
I work for Shakespeare...

and Hathaway.

So which one are you
working for right now?

Kind of both.

- What?
- What?

You have been sneaking
around, lying, for years.

I just,
I can't believe it.

I really trusted you.

I'm sorry, I just didn't
want to let either of you down.

Are you even actually
a Turtle-based

children's entertainer,
or was that just a cover?

No, I am.

I need that gig
with what you two pay me.

Come on,
let's go back to the office.

No, let's go to my office.

- He's coming with me.
- No, he likes me more, I think.

- No, he doesn't.
- Of course he does.

We're more in tune,
we like the same--

Unhand me, gentleman!

Away, I say.

You two are as bad
as the Shrewsburys.

Why can't you just work together
on this case?

- You're joking, aren't ya?
- Absolutely not, no.

Why not?
You could pool your resources.

I mean, that envelope was
a wild goose chase.

It must have been the contract
that Rina told Lu about.

Is that what you came here for?
Oh, Frank.

Ahh, why are you here then?

Not telling.

Lu saw Nathaniel by the shed,
she thinks he must have stashed

something in there.
- Sebastian.

Actually, you're probably right.

Nathaniel was in prison
until six months ago.

Drugs.
- How did you know that?

Oh, just an old pal
on the force.

You see, when you're
a proper investigator,

you have an extensive network
of contacts.

Apparently he only had
one regular visitor.

It was a Curt something,
Curt Min--

Curtis Minoff.

That's their
social-media manager.

See? Look what we can achieve
when we work together.

But Curtis said
he didn't know Nathaniel.

Well, he obviously lied,
and I'm gonna find out why.

- Ha.
- Hey.

Well, you see...

you might have
extensive contacts, Frank.

But I have a car.

Work with her?!
You must be joking.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.
Thanks.

Was there someone else
with you?

No, I would leave that.

That's probably just
a cold caller.

Sorry I'm late.

The number 34
was behind schedule.

What have I missed?

Ooh.
- Aah!

- Hello.
- It's my ring.

Did you tell him
we knew about the prison visits?

Yes, I have actually.

And he said he's happy
to explain.

I just wasn't gonna rush him.

It was Nate's idea, pretending
we didn't know each other.

He was trying to protect me
in case Rina or Preston

found out about his record.

We met as teenagers in care.

Oh, you were in care?

Nate always looked out for me.

But then he got a job
working for Luca B.

That's Luca Bindello.
A drug baron.

When he was released,
no-one would hire him.

Right, so you helped him
out, did you?

Wrote him a reference?

Yes, and forged a CV.

It was the least I could do.

He was like a brother to me.

Did he tell you about Rina's
job offer?

Yeah. He was so excited
about it.

Hmm.
But it must have hurt, too.

Rina choosing to take
Nathaniel with her, but not you?

Especially after
everything you'd done for him.

Yeah.

What are you implying?

What, you think I killed Nate
over a job?

Look, I hoped this opportunity
would change my life.

But now I'm stuck playing
referee

between two bitter people
who can't agree on anything.

Do you know
how exhausting that is?

Look, Nate made
a few bad decisions in the past,

but he was a good man.

There's no reason why
anyone would want to hurt him.

Except for what he'd got hidden
in the Shrewsburys' shed.

It's not what you think.

Aww, he was living here.

Do you want to wait outside?

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Neither am I.

After you.
- After me.

Look.

Shh!

Frank...

Nathaniel was behind
the sabotage.

But why?

Maybe because he was paid?

Geez.

By Preston, I guess.

Or someone
who wanted to get rid

of the troublesome neighbour?

I thought that dog...
- Bibi.

...was barking at Sebastian,

but maybe it just
wanted to get this back.

So you didn't know Nathaniel?

You'd never,
ever been in that shed?

I'd barely spoken two words
to the chap.

Bibi doesn't likes strangers.

What have you got there?

Oh, I've got this.

Her toy.
I found it in the shed.

Well, I don't know
how it got in there.

Look, drop the act, Mr. Gremio.

Or shall I get the police
to come and dust for prints?

Don't.

Please?

I'd exhausted all
official channels.

I was at my wits' end.

You don't know what
it's been like.

Six years of banging,
sawing, drilling.

Not to mention the arguing.

I saw Nathaniel bedding
down one night in the shed.

I offered him some money
to cause problems.

All they needed
was a little push.

I'd hope they'd finally
split up and sell the place.

It was working.

Then suddenly Nathaniel said
he wouldn't do it any more.

Seems he had an attack
of conscience.

Maybe that's what
he wanted to talk to Rina about.

So did you just shut him up
so he wouldn't confess

and land you in it?

No, never.

Underhand as they may have been,
I stand by my actions.

Those two clearly
shouldn't be together.

They can't even share
a kitchen civilly.

Do you know
they have a rota?

And I would never kill someone
with a nail gun.

I'd get Bibi to do it.

Nathaniel was in the kitchen
after 10:00 p.m.

That's Preston's time slot.

So maybe Nathaniel wasn't
the intended victim.

It was...

Me?

You think Preston was
the target?

Nathaniel was killed
from behind.

The murderer wouldn't
have seen his face.

And he has been
your body double before.

Yeah, only once.

But still, they might come back.

We think you could be in danger.

But the police-- DS Keeler said
it was drugs-related.

Apparently Nate was involved
in some kind of dodgy gang?

They reckon it was
an organised hit.

Besides, w-w-who'd
want to kill me?

What, you think I did it?

You do have a strong motive.

With Preston gone, you get
all this to yourself.

I don't want to see
Preston dead.

I want to see him suffer...
for a very, very long time.

No offence, honey.

Oh, the feeling's
entirely mutual, darling.

Can you think of anyone
that would want to hurt you?

- Well, there's the Shrews.
- The what?

That's what their
super-fans call themselves.

Most of them are diamonds.

They're really looking forward
to the live-stream tomorrow.

But there's a few of them that,
well, they go a bit too far.

Erm...

have you ever had
any death threats?

Yeah. Loads.

I mean, it's par
for the course, isn't it?

They don't mean it.

We don't even report it
to the police any more.

And do you keep any
of these messages?

Just scroll to our comments
section. I mean...

Like it?

This is a place of work.

Yes. It's my place of work.

It smells fresh and clean and
it's got lots of bright colours

and I've got, yeah, a
lovely view of the river there.

Have a look.

You have to put up
with that lot, though.

Is this a vision?
Is this a dream?

Do I sleep?
- Don't get too excited.

Why not?
You're working together again.

I rushed over as soon
as I got your message.

- Yeah, so I see.
- It's just temporary.

Till we solve the case.

Yeah,
wind your turtle's head in.

Why couldn't we have had
this meeting in my office?

Because Sebastian told me
what a pigsty it is.

What?

So, you think Preston was
the target and not Nathaniel?

Yep.
Keeler disagrees, though.

He thinks it was
some kind of a revenge hit

from a local gangster.

Why would a professional
killer use some random DIY tool

instead of their own weapon?

Er, no! Absolutely not.

What's with the rat?

Oh!

Do you mean the shrew?
Yeah.

That, er, that represents
all their creepy fans.

We've been having
a look at their comments.

Listen to this-- "Rina's
mutton dressed as lamb

with that stupid
olive branch tattoo."

Bit harsh.

And also inaccurate.

Hmm. You see, it's not olive.
I was a Boy Scout.

It's an ash leaf.
I was a Girl Guide.

Listen to this one.

"Preston, Rina deserves
a real man.

Why don't you just die?"

So you think one of these Shrews
tried to kill Preston?

Spider's tracing
any direct threats.

Yeah, we should have
some leads soon.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Oh, it's just
the solicitor Preston rang.

She's confirming
that they were speaking

at the time of the killing.

Well, his alibi doesn't
really matter,

now we know
he was the intended victim.

Yeah, true.
But this is odd.

She's not a divorce
or a property lawyer.

She's an expert
in adoption matters.

Why would Preston want
to talk to somebody like that?

I don't know. He and
Rina are hardly in the position

to be adopting a child.

Unless they already had
a child.

One they couldn't keep.

Preston was trying
to trace his long-lost child?

Yeah.

But maybe that child
found him first.

Pres and I are so grateful
to all of our followers.

Aren't we, darling?
- Absolutely.

So to celebrate,

when we get to 10,000
live viewers,

you'll see our dream house...

blown up with me in it.

Have you been messing
with my script?

- No.
- Guys, we're still live.

She's trying to undermine me.

Wait.

Can anyone else smell gas?

Maybe the investigators
were right.

Someone is trying to kill me.

Yeah, they are.

Aren't they, Curtis?

I punctured the gas lines
before we started filming.

You know who I am, don't you?

Your tattoo, that thing
you wanted to remember?

It's the child
you had adopted, isn't it?

One more ash leaf added
every year to the branch.

Yesterday, I saw his
full name on some envelopes.

It's Curtis Ash Minoff.

He's your son.

Ash?

Why didn't you tell us?

I'd planned to...
after the live-stream.

But then you got drunk...
and chatty.

Preston, we really need to lock
down this live-stream script.

There's no way Rina's
gonna back down on this.

She's punishing me.
She has been for years.

Did you know
that we've got a son?

What?

She fell pregnant just
after we got together.

I told her that we weren't
ready to start a family,

we were too young...

but she didn't listen to me,
like always.

I had... no choice.

I left her.

And I was right.
She couldn't cope.

Maybe because she'd
been abandoned

to raise a child on her own.

She was the one
who had the breakdown.

The kid went into care,
which is probably right.

What?

I went back to her.

I did right by her.
I even married her.

But left your son in care?

Who are you to judge me?

You're just the IT boy.

Okay?

I need another drink.

We're done here.

I agree.

I'm so sorry.
I was a mess back then.

By the time
I understood what was going on,

it was too late to get you back.

I don't blame you.
You tried your best.

He was the one
that left you to struggle.

If you'd stuck around,
been a proper dad,

my whole life could
have been different.

So you wanted to punish him?

Well, I knew you two
were watching the house.

So I left, went round the back
and snuck in again.

I thought it was you.

Do you have any idea
what I went through growing up?

I was bounced from
one foster home to the next.

Nate was the only one
who cared about me.

You two knew each other before?

We met in care.

He was like a big brother to me.

And now he's dead,
because of you.

That's when I realised
killing you wasn't enough.

The world needs to see

the real Preston Shrewsbury
before he dies.

The hateful, selfish
narcissist.

Curtis. Curtis. Please.

- It's clean.
- It's time for you to go.

Will you make sure she's safe?
This is between me and him.

No, no, because you will go up
in the blast, too.

Do you think I care
what happens to me?

No, no, no,
I won't let you do this.

I have to, don't you see?

I know you feel like
you've been abandoned by him,

but please, just give him
a chance.

He might surprise you.

I've been trying
to put things right, Curtis.

He's telling the truth.

He tried to ring
an adoption lawyer.

I've been trying to find you.

To make amends.
- No. No.

No, you just wanted to appease
your own guilt.

Please, Curtis.

Me and Preston,
we've been torturing ourselves

and each other for years
because of how we let you down.

And now we've finally got a
second chance to make it right.

I've only just got you back.
I can't...

I can't bear to lose you again.
Please.

You're my son.

How do you turn
this thing off?

- I'm sorry.
- No, this is my fault.

We'll follow you to the station.

We're not going anywhere, okay?

Are you back together?

No.
We're definitely splitting up.

In fact, we've both agreed
that we're gonna...

sell this place.

We're gonna use the proceeds
to get Curtis a good lawyer.

It's time we started
thinking of our son.

Yeah.

Thank the Bard!

I thought I was gonna watch
you get blown to smithereens.

You two.

You actually did alright
in there.

Well done.

Er, Lu, did--
did-- did you hear that?

D'you know?
I'm not sure I did, actually.

Could you just say
that a little bit louder?

You might get results
when you work together,

but you are 10 times
more annoying.

Thanks.

So?

Does this mean
Shakespeare and Hathaway

are back together for good?

Nah, we always said it
was just gonna be a one-off.

No, it's just a one-off thing,
so...

Right, well,
I better get back.

Well, you've always been
a great investigator.

Well, I learnt from the best,
didn't I?

You did.

- See you around, Frank.
- Yep.

So that's it?!

You do make a good team.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Lu.
- Sorry.

Erm... I was just
returning that.

Oh. Thanks.

Yeah.

Okay.
- Erm, no.

Come in.
- Er, please, yeah, come in.

I was just going to...

sit down at my desk
and mind my own business.

Ahh.

So... Oh.

H-How's the big, posh office
of yours?

Oh, well, yeah,
they want to put a ball pit in.

They're calling it
a think-tank zone.

- Prats.
- Yeah. No, they really are.

Listen, I know I'm a messy,

stubborn, grumpy, old git.
- You're not old.

But if there's one thing
this case has taught me,

it's not to let things fester,
so...

I'm sorry we argued.

I'm sorry, too.

I mean, I said some
really hurtful things.

I didn't think my
personal hygiene was that bad.

It's not. Not really.

I just think I was a bit upset
about all the Queenie stuff.

I was disappointed.

I think I've always just put you
on a bit of a pedestal.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I mean, it's understandable,
but...

Without you, I wouldn't have
this whole new life,

whole new career.

I'd still be doing wash
and sets, wouldn't I?

Or sat in prison
'cos you killed your husband.

- Yeah. That too.
- Yeah.

Things just haven't been the
same around here since you left.

Yeah. And those stake-outs
are really boring.

Tell me about it.

Yeah, there's no-one to play

"who can suck a mint
the longest?"

Me.
- You.

Do you remember that time
I guffed in the car

and locked you in?
- Yeah. Yeah.

And the time
when you were snoring,

I put the feather
under your nose,

and it just went
straight up your nose?

Yeah.

Eh, eh, your desk's still there.

Yeah, it's just a bit messy.

You could put a scented candle
on it, couldn't you,

if you came back?

I mean, if you...

Will you?

What?

Come back?

I would love to.

Oh, don't tell me you just
happened to have that here.

It's The Turtle's party trick.

Shakespeare and Hathaway
are back.

Come on, let's go to the
Mucky Mallard and have a drink.

I'm paying.
- Oh.

Of all the wonders
that I yet have heard.

Er, one drink limit.
I'm not made of money.

Oh, there he is,
the Frank I know and love.