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The first time ever I played
the piano, I was just two years old.

I was so little, I couldn't even
climb onto the piano bench.

My mama had to lift me.

But sitting there, the white and the
black keys stretching away from me,

it somehow felt so natural.

And your mother knew
straight away, I believe,

that you were gifted?

She always claimed she knew
before I was born...

..that I had an aptitude,
that it was, er...

..preordained. You see,
my mama... was so determined...

..that her little baby would not be
blighted with poverty...

..that she made a deal
with the Devil.

She sold her soul to him...

..and in return,
I was accorded my talent.

The Verdinikov residence.

I'll see if she's available.

It's Frank Garcia... again.

Has that man got nothing better
to do?

Frank, darling...

What an unexpected pleasure.

Oh, yes. No, I did have a look at
those dates,

but it's a six-month tour,

and Pasha does need his rest days.

Mum, I'm off to hit the beach.
Oh, Joe...

Oh, Frank, darling,
can I call you back?

Joe...

..you staying out?

Erm...

Be back for dinner, I guess?

Are you asking me or telling me?

Telling you.
I'll let Maggie know, then.

Be good.

Hello, Delford.

You all right?

Those flowers are beautiful.

Yeah, they're called laceleaf.

Do you want some cut for the house?

That would be lovely. Thank you.

You know, there's folk cough up
hundreds of dollars

to hear your husband play.

I get it all for nothing.

Thank you, Delford.

Even to this day,
I cannot stop wondering -

will Lucifer come in search
of what he gave away?

Claim it back.

Drag me down into hell with him.

Hello?

Who is it?

Here's a vase for those, Delford.

What the hell was that?!

Was that a gunshot?

It... it came from out the front.

Pasha?

Are you there?

Pasha?

Of course, it used to be the case

that short trousers were only ever
worn by children.

It wasn't until World War II
that adults began wearing them.

Mm-hm? I didn't know that.

Uh-huh. Of course, we've got the
good old Gurkhas to thank for that.

DS Cassell.

Always reminds me of the famous
quote by Field Marshal Manekshaw -

"If a man says
he's not afraid of dying..."

Commissioner! Surprise visit.

You're wearing shorts, Inspector.

Er, yes.

Florence very kindly took me
shopping.

Decided it was time I dressed
a bit more suitably for the climate.

Why are your legs so pale?

Er, well, I've never really been
one for shorts, sir,

so they've not really seen a lot
of sunlight over the years,

the old legs. That would explain it.

Something you wanted?

I'm afraid there's been a murder.

Oh.

Oh, well, er, I suppose I should
put some trousers on, then.

Please do.

The victim was the
concert pianist Pasha Verdinikov,

which means there's likely to be
a lot of press interest.

Do we know what happened?

It seems he was shot during a
burglary.

Sir. Sarge.

So we started processing the scene,
and I've requested

footage from that security camera
over there.

What do we know so far? OK.

At half past seven, our four
witnesses were inside the house

when they heard a gun being fired.

Victim's wife and son
came out to investigate,

and that's when they found the body.

According to the family,
the victim was in here working late.

Oh, man, I'm so glad to see
you guys. It was getting

really spooky in here,
just the two of us.

Like he's been watching me the whole
time.

Mr Verdinikov was in here
practising when it happened?

Yeah. Apparently he usually did
score study in evening.

Now, our thinking is that
the assailant broke through

the door, here,
shot the victim in the abdomen.

Now, from the entry point,
I'd estimate it a 9mm calibre.

The perpetrator, he took a high-end

digital music recorder
and CD player,

worth about $8,000.

So Pasha had locked the door
while he was working?

Family said he didn't like
to be interrupted,

would focus more when he knew
that nobody could disturb him.

Something bothering you, sir?
Yes, Florence.

That desk lamp. I don't like it one
bit. The same goes for these

net curtains. Is the furniture
not to your taste, Inspector?

No. I was right.

This doesn't make sense,
not if it's a burglary.

Why's that, sir?

Look - you can see through the net
curtains

and tell that the light's on.
Burglars are risk-averse.

Scout out the property first.
If it's empty, in you go.

If it's not, off you trot. Come back
later when there's no-one home.

And the intruder went ahead
and broke in the door anyway.

Shot the victim in cold blood.

Er, guys,
are you going to be much longer?

It's getting really spooky again.

Won't be a minute, Marlon.

JP, you can release the body.

You and Marlon finish processing
the scene.

Florence, I think it's time we had
a talk with our witnesses.

I.. I'd just finished loading
the dishwasher and then Joe and I...

..we heard this...

..this gun go off.

What the hell was that?

It was really loud.

And where were you at this point,
Mrs Verdinikov?

Um...

She was in the living room...

..with Delford.

I'd brought some laceleaf
Mrs Verdinikov had asked for.

And you and your mother
went to investigate?

Yeah.

That's when we saw
what had happened.

And Pasha had been doing score
study?

Five hours' solid playing during the
day, but, well, at night,

after dinner, Dad liked to spend
time studying the notation.

And this was his routine
every single day?

That's what you call dedication.

Explains why I never got further
than Grade 1 recorder.

It must have been really difficult

not getting to spend much time
together.

We made sacrifices over the years,

but we still had our moments as a
family, didn't we?

Can anyone think why someone might
want to kill Pasha?

Sorry?
Why would you ask that?

We think there's a possibility
the burglary may have been staged.

And that whoever killed Pasha
did so intentionally.

Is there anyone on the island
who might have motive?

No. No-one at all. That's absurd.

Pasha wasn't very sociable. He only
knew a handful of people here

and certainly not well enough
to make an enemy.

Dad's life was the piano... and us.

And since it happened,
you've all been here together?

Erm, after Joe and Mrs Verdinikov
came back,

I called the police and...

We just sat waiting.

Right. And no-one's left
at any point?

Inspector, you make it sound
as if we're under suspicion.

I take it you wouldn't object
if we had

a little nosy around the property?

What are we looking for, sir?

The music equipment that was stolen
from Pasha's practice room

and, of course, the gun that was
used to shoot him.

Our killer staged that crime scene
to look like a burglary

because they wanted to misdirect us,

keep us looking away from the people
inside that house,

which, for my money, means we do the
opposite. We look in, not out.

And, as none of those four left
the premises when it happened,

it means the weapon has to still be
here. Yeah. Somewhere.

Well, we're on it.

Sir, if we're treating
our four witnesses as suspects...

..then how could any of them
have done it?

What the hell was that?

Yeah, they can all alibi
each other

at the time Pasha was shot.

Honestly? I have no idea.

With great sadness,
I can confirm that Pasha Verdinikov

was discovered dead at his villa

here on Saint Marie
yesterday evening.

As we are in the early stages of
a criminal investigation

into his death,
there's nothing more I want to add

until further information is
available.

The family of the victim will make
their own statement in due course.

Hello?

Grace?

Catherine.
Oh, JP.

I just heard the news about Pasha.
I had to come.

You know the family?

Oh, Grace and I have been friends
for so many years now.

She must be devastated.

Yeah, well, they're all pretty
shaken up.

Catherine?
Grace!

Oh, I'm so sorry for you.

I was not sure if it was too soon.

Oh, no, no.

A good friend is just what I need.

Tell you what, Florence,

Pasha could play.

Yeah, he was pretty amazing. Mm.

You a fan of classical music?

Erm, not really, but I wish I was.

And you?

Oh, I'm afraid it's a genre
of which I'm woefully ignorant.

My quiz team back in Manchester,
it's our Achilles heel

is classical music.

Well, that and sport -
we're no good at sport.

And theatre, actually -
we're pretty useless at theatre.

But other than that, I reckon
we'd genuinely be unbeatable.

Anyway, what about
the background checks?

OK, well, our victim,
Pasha Verdinikov,

born in Saratov, Russia, went to
boarding school in England

on a music scholarship.

And then started studying at the
Royal College of Music in London.

Oh, it was there that he met Grace.

She was training to be
an opera singer.

But gave it up
to become his manager

when Pasha turned professional.

What about the others?

Joseph is 19, lives in Paris,
after moving there to study piano

at the Conservatoire. He's following

in his father's footsteps, is he,
tinkling the old ivories?

Although I think he stopped
attending after a term.

Not sure why, but we can look
into it.

OK. Maggie O'Connell.

The Verdinikovs' housekeeper. She's
been working for the family

25 years, travels everywhere
with them.

And then there's Delford Adams.

So far, he's the most interesting
of our suspects.

He has a very lengthy charge sheet.

Oh.
Yeah. Theft, drug-dealing,

criminal damage.
Goes back a long way too.

He was in and out of juvenile
as a teenager.

His father was a very bad influence,
according to the files,

a criminal himself, and absent
for a lot of Delford's childhood.

Mm.
All that said, since he started

working for the Verdinikovs
a year ago,

he's not really put a foot wrong.

None of them are screaming motive,
are they?

No, not yet, sir, although I did
find something

on the security camera footage.

OK, so no-one is seen entering the
driveway

close to the time of the murder.

Which tallies with the theory
that the killer must have been

one of the four people inside the
house. But earlier in the day...

..Pasha and Grace are seen arguing.

Well, they're certainly disagreeing
about something.

Oh, it's nothing.

No, really, nothing.

Pasha was in a grump about a dinner
party I was organising.

He was never very good at
entertaining.

That was all?

Because you both seem quite, erm...

Agitated.

Married couples do argue, you know,
often over the silliest of things.

You really think it might have been
one of us

that killed Pasha, don't you...

..even though we were all in the
house when it happened?

We're ruling nothing out.

If you'll excuse me.

Sir?

How'd you get on with the search?

Well, there's no sign of the gun
or the music equipment.

I looked everywhere, Inspector -
upstairs, downstairs,

inside and out, the whole shebang.

OK, well, I guess it was worth
a try. Well, we've been at this

since last night. You lads head off,
get some sleep.

The gun's here, Florence.

It has to be,

if the killer's one of those four,

and none of them left the grounds
since Pasha was shot.

So how did they dispose of it?

Evening, sir.

Wow! You look good -
suits you, dressing like that.

Oh, that's very kind of you,
Florence.

So how is it wearing shorts
after all this time?

It feels good to let the body
breathe,

get some air around the... lower
portions.

Neville! You're wearing shorts!

It's a whole new me, Catherine.
But your legs, they're so...

..pale! They're like two...
Oh, what's the expression?

..pilons de dinde.

Pi... Pilons dinde?

Oh, I don't know the English.

Turkey drumsticks?!
Yes, like two scrawny turkey legs.

Excuse me, Neville. Better go.

Yeah, er, thanks, Catherine.

Are my legs really like turkey
drumsticks?

I mean... maybe a little.

What, are you serious?

Do you know what? I don't even care
what you or Catherine think,

because I am enjoying wearing them.

In fact, I may never even
wear trousers again.

Well, then, here's to that.

Marlon, what's that on your shirt,
man?

Hm?
By your breast pocket?

Mmm... I recognise that smell.

It's hot chilli sauce
from Smokey Abraham's place.

Have you had his spicy chicken,
Sarge? It's the best.

Wait. So you had hot chilli chicken
for breakfast this morning?

Of course not - for dinner last
night.

Oh, so, then, that's yesterday's
shirt you're wearing?

I see what you did there.

You set a trap,
and I walked right into it.

OK.

I confess I'm a little behind
on my laundry this week,

but I promise I will get onto it.

Well, you'd better, because a police
officer's got to look presentable

at all times. I hear you, JP.
I hear you. All right.

I think I might have something.
I've just been going through

Pasha's emails. Seems things between
him and his son weren't so great.

About six weeks ago, Pasha started
emailing Joseph, asking him to come

to Saint Marie. Said they needed to
discuss something. Now, at first,

Joseph was just ghosting him,

until Pasha threatened to cut off

his monthly allowance,
said he wouldn't get another penny

until he came to the island
and they talked.

Was there any mention
as to what it was about?

Just that it was a really big deal.

But there's something
in the tone of Joseph's emails.

It's just... harsh, resentful.

"Despite everything, you keep trying
to worm your way back into my life.

"You're pathetic."

I had no desire to fly back
to Dad's Caribbean idyll.

But he stopped the pocket money,
so what can you do?

Did you talk to him?

Didn't get a chance. I only arrived
the day before yesterday.

You got back on the same day
he was murdered?

Do you know
why he wanted to talk to you?

Er, probably about the same thing he
always bangs on about. Which is...?

Why I always insist on making
such a mess of my own life.

Because you dropped out
of the Conservatoire?

That didn't go down brilliantly.

Why did you give up?

It wasn't in my blood, playing.

Not like it was his.

All that stuff about practising
five hours a day, seven days a week,

if that's not in you,
that drive, that passion,

if you're not born with it,
it's pretty hard to fake.

Did you tell him how you feel?

I tried.

But...

..Dad could never understand why I
didn't want to sacrifice my life

the way he had.
He was disappointed in you?

Very much so.

It doesn't mean I'd shoot him,
if that's where this is going.

I might be messed up,
but I'm not that messed up.

Er, sir, we heard back from the lab.

Postmortem reports say that Pasha
died due to internal bleeding

whilst trying to stem the blood.

Now, death wasn't instantaneous,
but it was pretty quick.

Also, there's something else, sir.
Yeah, they found traces

of white synthetic fibres under the
fingernail

of the victim's right forefinger,

but nowhere else on his hands.

Sorry. Sorry.

They identified the fibres
as polyurethane,

and traces of blood in them
suggest that they became lodged

under the fingernail
after he'd been shot.

Marlon, have you got
the crime scene photos?

Er... yeah.

Thank you. Right.
Wake up!

If it's fibres we're looking for,

then I reckon...

I reckon we're looking
for a soft material, like, er...

..a plastic cloth.

Um, the piano stool?

Yeah!

Maybe fake leather.

COULD be polyurethane.
But there's no blood on it, sir.

Unless someone wiped it off.

Well, would you look at that. "AS."

So Pasha wrote this
in his own blood.

This whole thing has got
a lot more spooky again.

That's why the white plastic fibres

were only under one nail.

He must have scrawled it
with his forefinger.

What does it mean?

Could be someone's initials.
His killer's?

Possibly. That means it can't have
been

any of our four suspects
that done it.

They don't have those initials.

The question
that's bothering me more is...

..who took the trouble
to destroy this evidence?

Sorry, what are you talking about?

You think one of us went and messed
with the crime scene?

Tampered with the crime scene.

Yes, I do. And whoever did it
could be facing serious charges.

No-one noticed the blood
on the piano stool

when you found the body?
I didn't see it, I swear.

My mind was on other things, having
just found my husband shot dead.

So none of you returned
to the practice room

before our uniformed officers
arrived? No.

No, we didn't. I promise.

And what did it say, this message?
Two letters, or something, you said.

We think it could be someone's
initials. The letters A and S.

Does that mean anything to you?

Pasha had no friends or associates
with those initials?

No.

No-one at all.

Something wrong, Ms O'Connell?

No, no. Nothing.

It's as Mrs Verdinikov said.

Sir, I've looked through
the victim's email correspondence,

and there is no-one with the
initials AS.

And the same with the mobile phone.

And Pasha's financial transactions
for the last six months -

no payments in or out referencing
an AS.

So who's Pasha referring to?

And why is he so desperate
to point us in their direction?

Until we can answer
those two questions, I think

we need to keep the spotlight firmly
focused on these four.

Even though they all have alibis?

I mean, if we could just work out
how the killer ditched the gun...

Have we got a map of the local area?
Er, yeah, sure.

I know all our suspects
said that they were together

after they discovered the body,
but one of them must have snuck out

unnoticed, just for a few minutes,
ditched all the gear.

It's the only way
they could have done it.

I mean, if it was me and I was
offing some stolen gear and a gun -

not that I have EVER done that,
just so we're clear -

I would head up to the cliffs

just here, by Turtle Bay,
throw it in the ocean.

Nobody would ever know.
Marlon's right.

You could be there and back
in five minutes.

We should check the seabed
in that area.

Well, there's an old dive suit
and some snorkelling gear

in the lost-property cupboard.

Me and Marlon will head out
first thing in the morning.

You a good snorkeler, Sarge?

I'm not bad, but it won't be me
doing it. It'll be you.

What? Excellent! That's settled.

Thanks for volunteering, Marlon.

Er, it's Rosey, sir. I'm sorry.

I should probably check
if the twins are OK.

Rosey? Are you all right?

Seriously? More nappies?

How can we need more nappies?

I bought two fresh packs
this morning.

Well, do you think
maybe you're feeding them too much?

Oh. All right. All right! All right!

I'll be home shortly.

There's two reasons why I will never
have kids - the stress and the mess.

There really is a lot of mess.

Sounds like duty calls, JP.

Oh, I think we should all call it
a day for now. Tomorrow, Florence,

I want us to dig a bit deeper
into the mystery of who is this AS,

and why Pasha was so clearly trying
to point us in his or her direction.

Why did he leave this message

from beyond the grave?

Mrs Verdinikov?

Oh!

Forgive me for being blunt, but was
it you who wiped the blood away?

No, Maggie!

Er, no, of course not.

Only, those initials, AS...

..we both know
who they're referring to.

Thank you!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Definitely feeding them too much.

Oh, JP, man!

Marlon, what are you doing?

I, um...

That's a funny one, actually.

Open the door so we can talk.

OK, OK, catch my trousers.

So is this where you're sleeping?

That's why you're yawning
all day at work,

come in wearing hot chilli sauce
all over your clothes.

No. No, no. No way.
I know that's what it...

..maybe it looks like, but that is

definitely not what's going on
around... here.

So, what's going on here?

Well, it turns out
my washing machine's broken.

So I thought, if there's one thing
I get done today,

it's clean my uniform, like you ask.

OK, so where did you clean it?

Well, Marvin let me use the one
in his flat behind the shop.

I just thought I'd come
and hang up my uniform

and let it dry
before I mosey on back home.

It's like you said, Sergeant Hooper,
an officer has to be

presentable at all times, right?

Yeah... Right, cool.

So, erm, I have to get home,
so I'll see you in the morning.

Evening, sir.

Wow. Erm...

Er, you-you-you look, er...

Well, er...

..you know, er...

..that... that's a really lovely
dress you're wearing.

Thank you. I'm just meeting
a couple of friends.

Oh!

Are you working on the case?

Yeah, I'm just,
er, trawling through Pasha's laptop.

Er, but don't let me keep you.
You join your friends.

See you. Yeah.

Here you are, Neville.

Oh! Your usual.

Ah! Merci beaucoup, Catherine.

This looks fit for a king!

Mm, a very English king, no?

So tell me, how's the case going?

Well, it's still very early days.

That poor family.

Yeah, JP mentioned
that you were friends with them.

I'm organising a memorial service.

The funeral will take place
at their home in England...

..but I felt we had to do something

here in Saint Marie.
That's really thoughtful of you.

Ah, here we go. Cheers, everyone!

Cheers!

Neville, is there anything,
you know,

happening between you and Florence?

W... what, you mean...?

No!

Whatever gave you that idea?

Oh, I noticed you've been spending
a lot of time together.

Well, in a purely professional
capacity, yeah.

And last night, when I saw you both,

you looked very happy with her.

In an entirely platonic way,
I'm sure.

But also...

..since we've been talking
the last minute,

you haven't stopped glancing over
at her.

Er, well, I wasn't aware
that I was doing that.

So, do you have feelings for her?

No. No!

I mean, look, Florence is... is
great.

She's... She's really great.

But, er, I... I... You know.

What?

I-I don't think I feel THAT way
about her.

Oh! If you say so.

Enjoy your chicken and chips, sir.

Aidan Shawcross?

I came across the name
in some documents archived away

on the victim's laptop.

And Pasha knew this Aidan Shawcross?

Well, officially, Aidan was Pasha's
financial advisor,

but I also found these pictures

from the summer that Aidan died,
and...

They'd been best friends since
childhood.

Aidan was holidaying
with Mr and Mrs Verdinikov

when the car crash happened
20 years ago.

I oversaw the case.

And what happened?
Er, from memory,

Mr Shawcross was drinking heavily
the night it happened,

went off in search of more alcohol

and went off a hairpin bend
at Baho Point.

Why would Pasha point us towards
his deceased best friend?

We need to turn up everything we can
on this Aidan Shawcross.

I need to get in touch
with the UK authorities back home.

But if Grace knew of Aidan,

why did she not mention it

when we told her about the initials
Pasha wrote?

I'm dubious she chose not to.
That's why Maggie looked

so aggrieved when Grace insisted
the initials meant nothing to her.

No-one at all.

I can't help feeling there's
something about this Aidan Shawcross

that Grace does not want us
to find out.

There were tensions in the house in
the run-up to Mr Shawcross's death

20 years ago. In what way?

Look, I don't want to seem
judgmental, but when a woman

declares in the eyes of God
that she will remain faithful,

well, to my mind, that's a promise
that should never be broken.

That summer...

..Mrs Verdinikov
and Mr Shawcross...

Well, you'd have to be blind

not to see something was going on
between them.

And you think that connects
to Pasha writing Aidan's initials?

I... I don't know what I think.

But there was a deceit

all those years ago, and now,
with everything that's happened,

I think it's time
for the truth to come out.

Do you think Pasha knew about the
affair

between his wife
and Aidan Shawcross?

I can't be sure.

But I do remember,
on the day of the accident...

I have to tell Pasha.

..I overheard her speaking
with Aidan.

She said she was going to tell Pasha

about what had happened
between the two of them.

I can't repair my marriage
unless I'm honest.

And what did Aidan say?

Oh, he tried to talk her out of it.

But her mind was made up.

Hello, love!

Maggie, the... memorial?
We should be heading off now.

If we're done here...?

Come on, Marlon, that gun
isn't going to find itself.

Sarge? This is the most...

..not-cool thing
that has ever happened to me.

I mean, maybe
it's a bit loose-fitting, Marlon,

but...

..I guess you'll grow into it.

It's not funny, Sarge.

I feel like a right melon.

Just take the flippers off, Marlon.

Is it me or is it
a hell of a coincidence?

20 years ago,

Grace decides to come clean about
her affair with Aidan Shawcross.

Next thing, Aidan's lying dead
at the bottom of a ravine.

That security-camera footage
from the morning of the murder...

Of Grace and Pasha
arguing? Yeah.

Reckon we can get a lip-reader
to take a look at it,

see if we can work out
what they were saying?

Let me make a call.

So, what's the deal
with you sleeping in that car?

I told you, JP, I'm not sleeping in
it. I'm just doing my laundry.

Marlon, you were still there
this morning.

I saw you.

Oh, so you were spying on me?

Look, as your Sergeant,

it's my duty to make sure
you can do your job properly.

And you can't if you're not getting
a proper night's sleep.

So tell me, what's the deal?

I got kicked out of
the place I'd been staying.

I thought you lived
with a couple of your mates.

I did,

but, er...

..yeah, they're not so keen on
having me around

now that I... wear the uniform.

If you get what I mean.

Look, Marlon, erm...

..how about you come and stay
with me and Rosey?

Just until you find somewhere
permanent to stay.

Yeah, that's, er... that's
really good,

and all, Sergeant Hooper,
but... you just had twins,

so the last thing you need is
me tipping up.

It's fine. I can manage.

I always manage.

Right,

let's get it done.

Well, isn't that great?

The stupid wet suit is filling up
with water, cos it's too big.

Oh, wait, wait, wait.

What's that?

Something's swum inside.
I can feel it up there. Whoo!

Sergeant Hooper,
there's something in my pants!

There's something in... Whoo!

Come on, Marlon, you can do it.

Out! Get out! Out!

You take Grace, I'll take Pasha.

So fast-forward to the first
time code.

And that's where Grace says...?

"I don't want to hear about Aidan
any more. Just stop, OK?"

"But I can't live
with the guilt any longer."

Then before she goes inside,
Grace says...

"What happened that night is
in the past, 20 damn years ago.

"You have to forget what you did
and forgive yourself, Pasha."

Wow. Is it possible,

20 years ago, Pasha killed Aidan
because of his affair with Grace?

Pasha did not murder Aidan
Shawcross.

I can absolutely promise you that.

He had motive to, though,
didn't he,

after you told him about
the affair between you and Aidan?

It wasn't an affair.

Then, what was it?

It was a mistake.
It should never have happened.

That summer, things between Pasha
and I were strained.

In what way?

His career was putting pressure on
him.

We weren't communicating,
just arguing

day and night, and...

..I found myself seeking the company
of our house guest.

Aidan Shawcross.

Who was being everything
Pasha wasn't - attentive, caring.

It only happened once between us,

and I regretted it immediately.

We both did.

And you told Pasha.

The night of the car accident,

after dinner, I told him
that we needed to talk,

that I was worried
about our marriage,

and he promised
that we would in the morning.

But then the next day, the news
of Aidan came, and suddenly...

..it didn't seem so important.

So... he never knew?

Never.
Then, if Pasha didn't kill Aidan,

what were you talking about
the day Pasha was killed?

"What happened that night
is in the past."

"You have to forgive yourself."

Pasha felt a responsibility.

When Aidan got in the car that
night, drunk as anything,

Pasha didn't try and stop him...

..and... he's always felt haunted
by that.

You're lying to us, Mrs Verdinikov.

No, I'm not.

And I don't see what raking
all this up

has got to do with Pasha
being murdered.

Mrs Verdinikov,
did you wipe off the blood...

..the "AS" that Pasha wrote
on the piano stool?

Neither Joseph or Delford
are old enough to have known Aidan,

so logically, it could only have
been you or Maggie.

I'm so sorry. I...

I saw what he'd written...

..when we found his body.

Joe, stay by the doorway.

I was the only one that saw it.

So you went back
and wiped it away.

Delford was calling the police,
Maggie was looking after Joe.

Police, please.

I grabbed a cloth from the kitchen.

Delford was burning garden waste
that evening.

I threw the cloth onto the fire.

I just didn't want it all dragging
up, what had...

..happened between Aidan and I,
for people to know.

I...

I... I swear that's all it was.

That's the only reason I did it.

I swear.

Destroying evidence?
That's a lot of trouble to go to

to cover up a 20-year-old affair.

What is she trying to hide from us?
Neville?

It's JP. I'd better take it.

Catherine?

I wondered if you could
stop by the bar later.

There's something I know that might
be of interest for the case,

but now, it's not the time.

Yeah, of course, yeah.

Thank you. Sir? We need to come in.
They've got something.

Get a bit waterlogged, Marlon?
That's not the half of it.

I'm pretty sure something's run up
my leg and bit me on my bum-bum.

I mean, seriously?

Ah, we hit the jackpot, Inspector.

Well, credit where credit's due -
so, Marlon.

All right,
so this is the Beretta 92FS 9mm,

same calibre as the gun
used to kill Pasha.

Er, well, we are waiting for the lab
to confirm

whether it's the exact same one.
Yes, and the musical equipment

definitely belonged to Pasha's
music studio.

We even found one of his old demo
CDs in the player.

And these were found, what,
five minutes from the house?

Mm-hm. Which means

it has to be one of our four
suspects who murdered Pasha.

Then ran to the clifftop and threw
all of this in the sea. And what

about fingerprints? They were
underwater less than 48 hours, so

there's got to be a chance.
Well, there was nothing

on the musical equipment, but we
found two prints

on the handle of the gun. We're just
running it through the system now.

It'll be a minute or so.

And my money is on Grace Verdinikov.

Sir?

I've heard back from the UK police.
Apparently,

the fraud unit at Scotland Yard

has a whole file on Aidan Shawcross
in their archive.

Any chance we can get a look?
They say it's hard copies only,

seven box files' worth. The only way
to access it is in person.

I'll try and pull some strings.

Sir?

Got a match, Sarge?

It's Grace, isn't it? It has to be.

No, er, it's actually not her
prints.

This is a strange one, Sarge.
Well, come on, JP.

It's Aidan Shawcross.

You're absolutely sure about this?

We ran it through the computer
three times.

Each time, it came up the same.

And it's definitely the gun
used to kill Pasha?

The lab just confirmed this, yes.

But how can Aidan Shawcross's prints
be on the gun?

He's been dead 20 years.

Unless...

Unless Aidan Shawcross is
still alive.

No. No.

It just can't be. But, sir,

if it was Aidan that broke
into Pasha's music room

two nights ago and shot him dead,

it would explain why the only four
suspects in this case

all have alibis, because it wasn't
one of them that did it.

And also why Pasha wrote
the man's initials before he died.

But Aidan Shawcross is dead,
Inspector.

There's a whole case file
confirms he died in a car crash.

There are medical records,
dental records.

It's impossible.

Truthfully, sir,

I don't know what the hell
is going on here,

but every corner we turn in this
case brings us back to the same man.

I don't think we can ignore that
any more.

What do you want to do?

Well, first of all, I think
we need to review the original

road traffic accident report.

Review my investigation, you mean?
Yeah.

Also, the Scotland Yard fraud unit

has a whole case file on Aidan in
its archive.

We need an officer to get over there
and work through that ASAP.

I'm happy to go.

I know London a little,

and the Inspector should stay here
heading up the case.

OK.

So, how long till you get
your own place, then?

A... couple of years, maybe.

Er, hello, Marvin. Everything OK?

No. No, no, no, no, no,
I don't believe this!

Hey! Hey! Please! Please stop!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hasn't been a great day for you,
has it?

No, Sergeant Hooper, it's actually
been...

..a very bad day.

Look, why don't you come and stay
with me and Rosey?

You can get your laundry done,
some home-cooked food,

a comfortable bed to sleep in.

Yeah, I don't know, man. Marlon, I
get that it's tough, you know,

having your friends turn their back
on you because of your job.

But... becoming a police officer
means that you're part of a team.

And even though
you can't see it or feel it...

..we're all there for you.

So...

..how about me and Rosey
lay an extra place for you?

All right.

All right!

Thank you.

Say, er, Sergeant Hooper,

you won't tell Rosey
that a crab, you know...

..took advantage of me?

So, I guess I'll call when I land.

Yeah. Yeah, thanks for doing this,
Florence. It's above and beyond.

It will only be a few days,
I'm sure.

It's going to be strange
not having you around here.

I've got used to us being quite a
team.

You'll be fine.

You'll solve the case.

Oh!

Yeah. Yeah, all being well.

Bye.

Bye, Florence.

My mama always claimed
she knew before I was born

that I had an aptitude, that it was,
er...

..preordained.

She was so determined...

..that her little baby would not
be blighted with poverty...

..that she made a deal
with the Devil.

She sold her soul to him.

Even to this day,
I can't help wondering...

..will Lucifer come

in search of what he gave away...

..to claim it back...

..to drag me down to Hell with him?

Catherine?

Neville?

I think someone might have...

..broken into my house.

OK, er, look, the best thing you can
do is get out of the house.

Catherine?

JP? I need backup
at Catherine's ASAP.

Police! Step away now!

Oh, no...

This is DI Neville Parker.

I need an ambulance immediately.

Number seven, rue de Valancy.
A woman's been attacked.

Strangled.

How is she?
She's still unconscious.

The paramedics are worried she took

a nasty knock to the head during the
attack.

It's got to be connected, right?

Just days after Pasha's murder,
a family friend gets targeted.

It can't be coincidence, can it?

But why her?

Why Catherine? I don't know.

This case, sir, it's...

I'm going to head over to the
hospital. I'll see what they have.

I need to make a phone call first.

OK.

Hey, Commissioner.

What?

Is Maman all right?

I'll be there as soon as I can.