All language subtitles for Grace 2021 S01E02 - Looking Good Dead 1080P x264 RB58

RADIO:Those are the news headlines,

now it's time
for the shipping forecast

issued by the Met Office

on behalf of the Maritime
and Coastguard Agency

at 11.30 on Thursday 24th September.

There are warnings for gales
in Viking, North Utsire,

South Utsire, Forties,
Tyne, Dogger, Fisher,

German Bight, Humber, Thames, Dover,
Wight, Portland, Plymouth, Biscay,

Fitzroy, Sole, Lundy, Fastnet,
Shannon, Rockall,

Faeroes, and Southeast Iceland.

The general synopsis at 06:00,

Low fisher 981 expected
Norwegian Sea.

987 by 06:00 tomorrow.

New low expected Humber 987
by same time.

Low Ireland 984
moving steadily southeast

and losing its identity.

The area forecasts
for the next 24 hours,

Viking Northwest, five to seven,
occasionally gale eight at first.

Rain at first, then showers.
Good occasionally, poor at first.

North Utsire, South Utsire,
cyclonic,

becoming north-westerly,
five to seven,

occasionally gale eight at first.

Rain at first, then showers.
Good, occasionally, poor at first.

Forties, north west, veering north,
six to gale eight.

Showers, rain later.
Good, occasionally poor later.

Cromarty, Forth, north, four to six,
occasionally seven later.

Showers, good.

Tyne, Dogger, cyclonic,
becoming northeast four to six...

Hold the door! Hold the door!

..backing north seven
to severe gale nine later.

Rain or showers.
WHISTLE SOUNDS

Good, occasionally poor.

Fisher, German Bight,
south west, six to gale eight,

becoming cyclonic five to seven.

Thundery showers.
Good, occasionally poor.

Humber, south west, becoming....

Meet Claudio Frizelli. 49.
Economically inactive.

He's a former teacher.

Did a bit of tealeaves and
astrological charts for pin money.

He missed a family lunch on Sunday.

His cousin came by today,
didn't get a reply,

but said he heard music
blaring at top volume,

so that's why he called it in.

Neighbours not say anything
about the music?No.

Got back from Tenerife
two hours ago,

and the other side's empty.

Smorgasbord
of Chem-Sex family favourites?

GBL, GHB, methadone, meth...

You back on the flight roster, then?

You mean have "Upstairs"
given me enough rope? Yeah, for now.

Wasn't there a bloke found
cuffed to his bed

a couple of weeks ago in Lewes?

Wasn't that a suspected
GBL overdose?

Yeah, you're right. Do you reckon
they could be connected?

If there is something going on here,

it's better to be across it
sooner rather than later.

It was adultery, Mr Fletcher.

Adultery! It was just the once!

I'm assured it's less the frequency

with which you transgressed
your marital vows,

and more that it was
with your wife's sister.

All the same, I deserve something.

It was four years. I'm entitled.

Surely it's too early
to be talking about insolvency.

Look, I have a very large order
from Jarvis coming in

that should put us comfortably...
A letter of intent? Erm, no.

Not as such, but I'm seeing
Paul Jarvis this weekend

and I would hope
to be able to show you that letter

by the end of next week
at the latest.

Yes, of course. Bye, now.

Hey, man. All good?

Yeah, all back up and running.
Over-heating.

Swapped the fan out. You all right?

Yeah-yeah. Just, er, cash flow.

If people would pay
what they owe on time...

Tell me about it.
Meanwhile,

Sophie's spending
like there's no tomorrow.

Swear it's gonna be
the death of me.

Could always say no.

You think I haven't tried?
MOBILE VIBRATES

Anyway, thanks for coming out.

Hello? Bryceright Promotional
Merchandise, Zack Bryce speaking.

How d'it go with Mr Fletcher?

I know we're acting for him,

but I hope he doesn't get
a penny out of her.

Good-looking, though.

I mean, not Martin good-looking,

but he's got
that arrogant thing going on.

Oh, Martin, would you mind
if I left half an hour earlier?

I've got to take my cat to the vet.

Course. Could you be in
for eight prompt, though?

I want to finish the case papers
for counsel on Palbury, yeah?

Sure.

JANIE SCOFFS
What?

THEY GIGGLE

Asphyxia?

When the body hangs
in the down position,

the muscles around the lungs
interfere with breathing.

It's how most victims
of crucifixion went.

We're still waiting on tox,
but it does seem likely GBL

or some sort of Chem-Sex drug
could have played a part.

So, what are we saying?
Some kind of sex game gone wrong?

Well,
he must've had someone with him.

You can't string yourself up
like that, can you?

I wouldn't rule it out.

I mean, some of these auto erotic
types, I am telling you,

they could give Houdini
a run for his money.

But likely an accident,
wouldn't you say?

Overdose, possibly.

But he might have had
some kind of seizure,

kicked over the steps, passed out...

Misadventure either way.

If someone was with him, I mean,
surely they'd've cut him down?

Even if they didn't want
to get involved, they could've just,

I dunno, called an ambulance
and left the door open?

There was a GBL overdose in Lewes,
week before last.

Welcome to the South Coast.
Anything suspicious?

Not that we could find.
Mind you, off the top of my head,

I can think of three killers

who've used this scene
as their hunting ground.

And that's just the last five years.

OK, well, keep me across it.

And Roy,
the judge on the Hossein case

is sending out the jury tomorrow.

So, fingers crossed.

So, lager frenzy?

I can't tonight.
Why, what are you doing?

You washing your hair?

How are you, man?

What, in myself, you mean?

BRANSON CHUCKLES

You don't have to worry about me.
Yeah, I know that.

But if I don't, then who will?

Give Ari my love
and say hi to the kids.

SHOUTING:Yeah,
just went through a tunnel.

Yeah, incredible.

Yeah, mate, yeah.

Er, I'm just coming
into Preston Park now.

So, er, I'll be in touch.

Capachoochoos on me!

Yeah, watch out, mate.
Yeah, you are. As always.

A groovy cat. A gentleman.
A scholar. And an acrobat.

CLEARS THROAT

Hey, erm...

Hey! Hey! Hello... Excuse me, you...

Daddy's home!
Hi, babe!

KIDS:Daddy!

Ooh, here we go...

Score from there!

ZACK THROUGH MONITOR:
And he thought to himself

what a great adventure he'd had.

And then...

Winkly Wonkly Worm wriggled
through the mud all the way home.

The end.

How many of them've you had?

Jus' the one...

..but it's gone
straight to where it goes.

You know it always
gets me in the mood.

Sure.

CLEARS HER THROAT

Maybe just, er, dial it back
on Saturday night, huh?

It's Paul Jarvis's drinks do.

What, don't drink at a drinks do?

I-I need to make a good impression.

Are you saying I won't?

He's an important client, Soph.
I need a big order.

The business needs it.

Really. Please?

OK! OK!

SLICING, SCREAMING

D'you see any of the links I sent?

Ah, I, erm...
I haven't had a chance.

Just, erm, work stuff, you know?

Dubai. They got some good deals.

Don't be too long.

Bertie?

Bertie! Bertie!

Bertie, come on, where are you?

Bertie! Bertie, come on, boy.
Come on.

Bertie, there you are!
Come on! What have you found?

SHE GASPS AND WHIMPERS,
DOG PANTING

PHONE RINGS AND VIBRATES

VOICEMAIL:Hello, I can't...

Sorry, Mr Broom.
I can't get hold of her.

But there was a lot of traffic
on the one-way, so...

Oh, thanks...
Mm-hm.

Get an appeal out
to ramblers, dog walkers,

see if they noticed
anyone suspicious nearby

in the past couple of days.

Also, missing persons
in the local area.

If not, broaden that out
to include the whole of Sussex.

Morning, Joe.
Not very nice, I'm afraid.

Er, dismembered torso. Female.
Multiple stab wounds.

The head is absent,
all four limbs have been severed.

One arm and both legs in the bag,
along with the torso.

Wrapped in a duvet cover.

Age?
That's one for the pathologist.

Educated guess?

Er, well,
anything from late teens to...

I don't know,
I think forties would be pushing it.

Time of death?

That definitely
is above my paygrade.

So what about the missing arm?

Oh, anyone's guess.
Animal predation, foxes, maybe.

Why take her head?

Conceal her identity, maybe?

Well, if that was the case,
they'd have taken her hands as well.

So, why didn't they?

Why dump her where
she was bound to be discovered?

Why not just bury her?

Because whoever did this
wanted her to be found.

I thought if I found an address,
I might be able to return it.

A data stick you found on a train.

What is it they say
about a road to hell?

Did you open up any attachments
you didn't recognise?

No. No. I just plugged it in, and...

I don't know,
the machine shut down.

Just like that?

You haven't been on
any websites you shouldn't have?

I'm not talking
common or garden smut-hub,

I'm talking off-the-map,
"Here Be Dragons," dark web sites.

No, man. Why would I?
Oh, people do.

Did you buy any gear?

I'm not judging.
Do I look like a stoner?

Anyway,
I wouldn't know how to get on there.

Good. Because you go
poking around in there,

you're liable to end up
on a watch list or a register.

I am serious, mate.

You open that door,

you don't know what kind of demons
you're gonna let through.

Just let me know when you have
fixed it, Chris.All right, mate.

So fingerprints from the hand
came back negative for previous.

We've sent off a request
for priority DNA.

If she's on the database,
we should get a result later today.

MisPers?

Brighton, we've got

two missing women match
the general description of the body.

Countywide, another three.

How does that fit
with the timeframe?

First impressions on scene
from the pathologist

put time of death
within the past 24 hours.

So, what are we looking at?
A domestic homicide?

Well, the perp often makes
an attempt at concealment, right?

Usually out of guilt, remorse,
shame. So I think Roy is right.

I mean, whoever did this
intended for us to find her.

Got a trainee solicitor.
Didn't turn up for work today.

She had an important meeting
this morning. She never showed.

She's 23 years old,
so she's inside the margin.

It's Janie Stretton.

Chris, I just wanted to say thanks.
You got it back up and running.

'Not exactly.'

It's a Trigger's broom job, mate.

Your hard drive's been bricked,
so I've stuck you in a new one,

also, I've installed
some weapons-grade AV software.

Anyway, I'm taking the memory stick
back to base for a full going over.

Right, erm...

Probably best to just bin it,
- wouldn't you say?

Like to know what we're dealing with
in case it's something new.

I wouldn't take it personally.
No. Sure. Well, thanks again.

'Ta-ta, mate.'

Janie's been with us
a couple of months.

She's a law student. At Bristol.

Taking a year out
to get some experience.

And this isn't in character for her?
No. Not at all.

Boyfriend?

No. No, I don't think so.

There was someone. I think.

Oh, really?

Oh, only recently.

How recent?
Month, maybe?

And she didn't mention a name,
or when she saw him last?

No.

She was quite private
about her personal life.

OPERATOR:
'Police 101. How may I help you?'

'Hello? If you can't speak,
just press 55...'

You're probably looking at the body
of a woman with blonde hair.

Twenties or early thirties.

No sign of sexual assault
on the victim.

34 stab wounds. Long, thin blade.
Stiletto type, possibly.

One curiosity.

This was found inside
what remains of her oesophagus.

What's that?

Some sort of stag beetle, maybe?
Could be native,

it's nothing I recognise,
I'm afraid.

Horrible-looking thing, isn't it?

It was dead?
Oh, yes.

So you saying someone put it there?

It certainly looks that way.

We don't let the press
have a word of this. All right?

This stays between us
and the murderer.Sure.

I'll see if there are any other
victims in the UK where a beetle

is found at the scene.

Anything further on MisPers?
Er, one's been found.

One's been ruled out
by distinguishing features.

And what about
this missing solicitor?

She left work early
to go to the vets, apparently.

But the receptionist says
there was no appointment,

and she never came by.

A letting agent's meeting us
at the flat first thing.

OK, then,
well, unless anything else comes in,

I'll see you all
at the 8:30 briefing.

Roy?

Any more on your fetish guy
and the other GBL overdose in Lewes?

Banking and credit card history
say they were both members

of the same gym chain, Pulserate,
but at different times.

No connection beyond that?

Not so far, no.
Maybe let it ride, then?

No need to spread yourself
too thinly.

OK.

Erm, I hear on the wire

there's a Detective Chief
Superintendency coming up...

Hampshire. Change of scene?

Rank? Might do you good?

Is it the aftershave?

Hampshire?
Just trying to be a friend.

You nearly caused a mistrial
by taking evidence to a medium.

You might still have cost us
a conviction. The Chief is worried.

Everyone had a lot
of sympathy for you after Sandy.

That was six years.
Any goodwill that bought...

The jury comes in not guilty
on Hossein...

..word is,

you'd better start looking
for somewhere new to lay your hat.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:Dear Mr Bryce,
Last night, you accessed a website

you were unauthorised to visit.

Today, you tried to access it again.

We do not appreciate
uninvited guests.

If you inform the police
about what you saw,

or if you ever try
to access the site again,

what is about to happen
to your computer

will happen to your wife, Sophie,

to your son, Felix,
and to your daughter, Jessica.

So, take a good look,
then have a hard think.

Your friends at the Scarab
Corporation International.

No. No. No. No. No. Stop!

Stop. Stop. No. Stop. Stop!
Please! Go back.

Go back.

They're both identical.
Apart from the paint job.

Copris Lunaris.

Also known as a dung beetle
or scarab.

Indigenous to Southern Europe
and North Africa.

Are they found here at all?
Typically not outside of a zoo.

But if you went to Luxor,
the Valley Of The Kings,

you'll find scarabs
carved everywhere.

They were significant
in funeral rites in antiquity.

They'd be put in the tombs
to ensure eternal resurrection.

PHONE VIBRATES
Excuse me, Professor.

Grace.

BRAXTON:'Looks like we may have ID
on the field remains.'

Hers?
Yeah. Keys were on the coffee table.

So she didn't drive
to meet her killer, then?

Anything from the neighbours?

Blind-eye Avenue.

Student digs, short-lets...

Nobody saw anything?
Not her? Not whoever she was with?

No. Somebody mentioned
a black car with tinted windows,

but that could
just as easily be dealers.

Student, wasn't she?
Yeah.

This is more like a show-home
than a student's digs.

Any sign of forced entry?
No, nothing.

Killer's attempted to clean up

by tossing a fresh duvet
over the bed, but...

there's blood on the wall...

and on the mirror over the bed.

Arterial spray, most likely.

Wait, there's more...

BRANSON WHISTLES
Wow!

Whatever floats your boat, right?

There's enough here
to float the Ark Royal.

There was a mobile under the bed.
Bagged and dusted.

There's a laptop, too.

Get them to Jon Rye
in Digital Forensics.

Contacts, last calls, social media,

anything and everything
he can get from them.

Oh, there's a cat somewhere.

Can someone make sure
it's looked after?

Who's the next of kin?

How was your drive?

It's an awful road.

Don't know why
they can't just make it a motorway.

Janie's always spending hours stuck
when she comes down here.

I'm sorry about the boxes
and, well, everything...

I'm letting the place go.
Needs must, really. Recession.

Couple of bad investments.

Would have broken my wife's heart.

Oh, well, small mercies.

It's just too big now it's just me.

And with Janie away...

You said on the phone you had news.

Hello?

Aye-aye, Bel. What can I do you for?

Anything you can get off these?
Calls, contacts, social media...

We're not exactly slack...
It's the body at Hob's Dyke.

I'll see what I can do.
Thanks. Soon as you can.

Joolz... got a job for you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anyone there?

MALE VOICE:'Is that the Bryce
residence?'

Yes?

'Are you Mrs Sophie Bryce?'

Yes. Who-who is this?

DIAL TONE

I've, er, put some photographs
of Janie together, you asked for.

I'd appreciate them back.
Of course.

Thank you, Mr Stretton.

Look, I'm sorry
to have to ask you this, but...

is there anyone you can think of

who might have had any reason
to harm your daughter?

No. No-one.

She was so caring.

Did Janie have a boyfriend?

Ah, Justin would be the last I met.

CLEARS THROAT
Justin... Remington.

He's something in London.
Hedge management, is it?

They met at university.

Nice boy, but Janie
doesn't want anything serious

while she's building a career.

Didn't want.

Can I see her?
I'd like to see her, please...

Mr Stretton, do all these things
belong to your daughter?

Oh, yes. Little jackdaw, was Janie.

She was particularly fond
of anything with a butterfly on it.

She even had one. A-a tattoo of one,
here, on her left arm.

Erm... Can I take something
that she might have worn recently?

Oh.

Oh, yes, er, the signet ring's
probably the best bet.

She used to wear it
all the time at home.

You'll let me know, will you...
when I can see her?

Hey, daddy's girl.
Wanna go splitsies?

You got your own work.

Andy and me can take the laptop
if it'd help.

Right, Andy? Or the mobi.

Dealer's choice.

I know what you're doing,
Incel scum.

Says the low-tier Becky.
Poppa Jon Rye got his eye on you.

Do you think he visualises
scenarios? Exchanges?

Porking you?

MIMICS HANNIBAL LECTER HISS

I got that reference.
You're disgusting.

You really want to go
down that road again?

Harry Frame?

SCOFFS

Do you want to get busted?

Is that what this is,
some sort of death wish?

Cos look, I'm your friend, yeah,
and if I don't get it,

well, God knows what Upstairs
are gonna make of this.

It's just insurance.
I got something in my back pocket.

I don't need to use it, but
I feel better knowing it's there.

You know who talks like that?
Who?

Addicts.

LAUGHS
Come on, this is not that.

Isn't it?
No.

All right, well, give it back.

I mean, if that's not what this is,
then give it back to him.

You can't do it.
I could.

I absolutely...

I CHOOSE not to.

Oh-ho!
I choose. It is a choice.

You know what,
you keep telling yourself that.

Then, you can tell Disciplinary
once they put you out on your arse.

She wasn't his first.
What?

Frizelli? The gimp?

Either he's got a curious interest
in scarab beetles...

..or someone left a calling card.

I was at the PM.

There was no beetle inside the suit
or on the body.

I went back...

It was on the mouse pad.
Painted white.

It's identical to the one recovered
from Janie Stretton's remains.

And we were right about why
the killer left her where he did.

It was for the same reason the music
was left blaring in Frizelli's flat.

He wanted him to be found.

Only the neighbours were away,

there was no-one to complain
about the music.

Yeah, and this time,
he made absolutely sure

that Janie was found.

He's showing off.

He doesn't want to be ignored,
certainly.

We need to go back
to the first GBL overdose in Lewes.

See if there was any scarabs
left there.

I'm sorry. I was just rattled.

Look, it was probably
just a cold-caller who got cut off.

Double glazing or... insurance.

Nothing to worry about.

If you're sure.
Yeah. Course.

Well, I suppose I better get tea on.

VOICEMAIL:
Hello, this is Janie's phone.

I can't take your call right now,
so leave me a message.

MESSAGE:'Janie, it's Verity.

'Mr Broom was expecting you in
at eight o'clock this morning.

'Can you give me a call?'

Then at 11:30, we have...

MESSAGE:'Janie, Claire.'

'I've got something for you.
Can you give me a call, please?'

Sorry. Traffic was a bitch.

Present company. Obviously. Ma'am.

The additional manpower,
DS Norman Potting.

He'll be with us for the duration.

"Stormin' Norman".
Good to be on the team.

Norman, do you know Jon Rye
from Digital Forensics?

Indeed. Robocop, we call him.
Jon "Cyberman" Rye.

MIMICS KEYBOARD
"I'm in!" Eh, Jon?

Jon.

Midday yesterday, we have...

'Janie. It's Claire again.

'I'm worried you might not
have got my last message -

'it was for tonight.'

You've got this Claire's number,
presumably?

Er, it was registered to a business
by the name of FGX-247 Ltd.

We also pulled a message off Janie's
phone Tuesday morning from "Ant",

just said "2night, 7.30?"
Janie replied, "xx".

PAYG SIM paid for
on a cloned credit card.

No longer in service.

This FGX-247, anyone heard of it?

Only FGX I've ever heard of is
off the menu of an escort service.

You'd know about that, Norman?

Well, I should do.
Five years on Vice.

Yeah...
Got all the acronyms down pat.

FGX, DFK, DP, ATM...

which doesn't involve a cashpoint.

And of course, MSOG.
Multiple Shots On Goal.

You should go on Mastermind.

You know, they turned me down.
Imagine.

FGX, Norman?

Yeah,
it is sometimes referred to as FGE.

It's an umbrella term.

It means Full Girlfriend Experience.

Chris. It's Zack.
I am sorry to keep bothering you.

Any word on the laptop?

Sorry, mate,
I have not had a chance.

I got in last night and the
whole place has been turned over.

Oh, mate. They take much?
'Enough.

'Stupid sods.

'Half the stuff they nicked was in
for repair. Junkies, probably.

'I mean, look at it.

'It'll take me a week
to clear this up.'

What about that memory stick?

'You know what,
I've not even had a look...

'Yeah. That's gone, too.
Sorry, pal.'

Right, I'll get on to your laptop
as soon as I can,

but I, er,
wouldn't hold your breath.

Mm-hm.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?
GRACE: 'Is that FGX-247.'

Yes, it is. What can I do for you?

'Am I speaking to Claire?'

Who's calling?

'You left a message for
Janie Stretton Wednesday afternoon?'

Who are you?

'Detective Superintendent Grace.
East Sussex CID.'

Claire?

I think we got cut off.

Janie Stretton, she got a message
on Tuesday from someone called Ant.

Is it one of yours?

Anton, his name is.

Anton what?
Your guess.

Look, on a first date, we phone
the girls after ten minutes.

They've a safe word
they can use if they're not happy.

This was her fourth date with him.

I didn't have any reason
to be worried.

How many girls have you got on
your books? About 30. And ten guys.

You wouldn't happen to have

a Claudio Frizelli by any chance,
would you? Fifties...?

Never heard of him.

And this "Anton", has he seen
anyone else on your books?

No. Just Janie.

I can let you have his mobile
if you like?

We always take a number for them.

Oh, well, I'm sure
it's safeguarding measures like that

that ensure
that none of your workers

end up in a bin bag,
dismembered on Hob's Dyke.

That was her?
Yeah.

That was her.

Norman,
you'll need to draft in help,

but could you organise
a trawl through CCTV

of likely date spots
in the Brighton area on Tuesday?

Janie Stretton went out
on her fourth date

with this guy, "Anton",
or whatever his real name is.

They must've been
picked up somewhere.Right-o.

Specials and PCSOs
to take the photos we have of her

to every restaurant, bar, and pub
in Brighton and Hove area.

Same end, yes?
Cool...

And... Oh, yeah, Jon.

I asked Jon to take a look at a
mobile belonging to Claudio Frizelli

who we found dead on Tuesday.
Yeah.

Er, Mr Frizelli was active
on a number of hook-up sites

used by the gay community.

He'd agreed to meet someone
calling themselves "Lancer"

the previous Friday.

The last activity
we've got from him

is just after seven that evening.

After that, nothing.
Right.

Where are we
with tropical insect breeders?

I've found one in Reigate
that sounds interesting.

He had a request
to supply a scarab beetle

just over ten days ago.

And this one,
we like to call the Roach Room.

For obvious reasons.

We supply a lot of these to the
pharmaceutical industry, for tests.

Did you know that
if you cut off a cockroach's head,

it can live for up to 15 days.

There you go.

Copris Lunaris.

DC Boutwood tells me that someone
bought one from you recently?

Only sale I've had in recent months
for the Lunaris.

Not much call for them, really,
just the occasional collector.

Who was the customer?
Funny bloke.

Aussie, maybe?

Rang about a month ago,
asked if I had any in stock.

Said he wanted 50 of them.

50?

He was quite specific
they had to be Copris Lunaris.

Live or dead?
Dead.

So you met him?
No. He phoned up.

Sent a minicab
and the driver paid cash.

PHONE VIBRATES
Sorry. Excuse me.

Bella, what've you got?

I've just seen Janie's ex.
He's pretty broken up.

They were only together 15 months
at uni, but he was crazy about her.

Anything there?
He's alibi'd for the 24 hours

leading up to the discovery
of the body.

He hasn't spoken to her in a year.

Did he say why they split up?

He didn't want to speak ill,
but to quote him exactly,

"She got into stuff
I couldn't deal with."

What kind of stuff?

Ah, brilliant, Joolz. Well done.

A web cam girl?

In addition to the escort work?

All the ex knows
is that she got into it at uni

to supplement her income
and pay off her student loan.

The whole Sugar Daddy scene.

And are we releasing the information
that she was a sex worker?

I've asked Family Liaison to take
the temperature with her father.

Anything more on "Anton"?

The number we got
from the escort service

was the same untraceable
Pay-As-You-Go

as Jon Rye pulled from her mobile.

And the account he used to pay them,
that was a burner too.

And the other scarab beetle
you found at Frizelli's -

is that definitely the same?
Yeah.

I'm also pretty certain
that Frizelli had a laptop stolen.

There was a table in front
of where he was found hanged.

It was dusted with Speed,

apart from the area that was
a perfect fit for a 13-inch laptop.

You know as well as anyone,
serial killers tend to have a type.

These two couldn't be more
different. They're connected.

I'm sure of it.

And you thought the GBL in Lewes
was connected too.

I did, yeah. But having
looked into it, I've ruled it out.

There was no scarab beetle
found at the scene.

Unless there was anything else?

Have you thought any more
about Hampshire?

I'll bear it in mind.

Hey, girlfriend! I'll buy you
a Roofie-laced cocktail?

Swivel, Dave.Seriously,
what's with you and the boss man?

I mean, even Andy noticed
he was a bit handsy earlier.

I didn't say that.

"Ooh, Joolz, good work.

"Oh, your skills make me SO horny."

He's like a hundred.
Enough with the neck rub.

OK.

See ya!
See ya!

BOYS' CHATTING IS MUFFLED

MAN:Sure! Sure!

Yeah, yeah, I'm on the train.

Abso-lulu! Sham-one!

MAN LAUGHS
Yeah, you know it.

Sure. So... how's it shaping up,
that little lady?

HA! Is she? IS she?

Yeah, I bet she is.

Wow!

Yeah. Yeah?

Are you all right, mate?

Yeah!

RISING TENSE MUSIC

EXHALES SHARPLY

SEAGULLS SQUAWK

Sorry, Roy.
I'm not being shown anything at all.

They're not coming through today.

They don't always, you know?

If you wanna leave it with me?

Sure. Yeah.

If there's anything,
just let me know.

What is it? Work or personal?

The top brass think that a move
to Hampshire might be a good idea.

What do you think?
Maybe they're right.

Change of scenery. Fresh start.
Get away from the... past.

And what do you feel?

I met Sandy in Brighton.

We fell in love here.

We got married here.

I lost her here.

Hampshire feels like...

..letting go, giving up.
And I'm not ready.

If I knew...

If I knew for certain she was...

..gone...

I would walk away
and close the door.

Irrational, I know...

..but I keep thinking,
if I move,

she won't be able
to find her way home.

It's funny.

In this crime scene, I, er,
I caught her perfume on the air.

It was...

..like she'd just
stepped out of the room.

That's a violent death?

Yes.

She had...

..blue hair, purple hair?

There's something with her arm.
Her left arm.

She'd a mark on her wrist.
No, no. Somewhere here.

Uh, a birthmark.

No. No, a tattoo. Small.

And...

she wore a bracelet.

S...

A butterfly, maybe.

HE'S got it.

Who's got it?
The man.

Which man?

Where?

There's a blue room.

INHALES SHARPLY

Sorry. It's gone.
It was so strong, and then...

EXHALES

You need to be very careful.

There's death. Close at hand.

And water.

It ends by water.

GAME SHOW PLAYS ON TV

Babe?

Hey.

What is it?

Sweep of bars, pubs, and clubs -
still coming up blank.

Nobody at FGX-247 is a punter
who admits knowing Janie,

but I have found out she was
registered at another escort agency,

so I'm just gonna work my way
through the clients there.

Where are we with our beetle dealer?

I've spoken to every minicab firm
in the Reigate area.

So far,
there's no sign of the driver

who picked up the scarab beetles.
Sorry, got a fella in a phone box

says he thinks he witnessed
Janie Stretton's murder.

PHONE RINGS

'Zack?'
Who's this?

'Zack, my name's Roy.
Roy Grace.'

I'm the Senior Investigating Officer

in charge of the Janie Stretton
murder enquiry.

Zack, we need to talk.

If you saw what you say you did...
I did, all right? I saw it all.

All right.
Well, we need to meet, Zack.

We need to meet face-to-face.
Do you understand?

We can't do this over the telephone.
'I can't.'

They'll know. They'll find out.

I have a family to think of.

I'll meet you anywhere, Zack.
Wherever you say.

'Where would you feel safe?'

I didn't think it was real,
you know?

That's why I took a screengrab.

I thought it must've been a film,
but...

..you can't do that
with special effects,

the way she...

It was TOO real.

The sounds and...

HE SIGHS

You did the right thing.

But that's it. The worst is over.

I should have come to you sooner,
but...

..I was afraid.
Who wouldn't be?

You had your wife,
your kids to think about.

But we've got it now, OK...

and I promise you, we won't let
anything happen to them.

You just go about your daily life
as normal

and leave everything else to us,
all right?

The man on the train.

Do you think you'd recognise him
if you saw him again?

This is the right train?

Definitely. The 18:10 fast, yeah?

That's him.

You're sure?

Absolutely.

Reginald Maurice D'Eath.

Convicted sex offender.
Sometime pimp.

Procurer of underage girls
and pander-in-chief

to anyone who thinks
they can use the UK

as their own private knocking shop.

Lately, he's been the producer
and purveyor

of bespoke violent pornography.

He came off a three-stretch
at Parkhurst last summer.

So, D'Eath leaves
a memory stick on a train.

Mr Bryce finds it,
sticks it in his laptop.

Turns out it's his Golden Ticket
to a page on the Dark Web

streaming the murder
of Janie Stretton.

Just like that.
Not quite, ma'am.

Whatever program is on the thumb
drive does all the heavy lifting -

installs a bespoke anonymous
Virtual Private Network

that will locate and gain entry
to the correct address.

You tried using the URL
on the screen shot, presumably?

Yeah. We have, ma'am.
As far as I understand it,

the software allows anonymous
browsing by routing connections

through a chain
of different computers,

encrypting data in the process,

but without whatever else
is on the thumb drive,

we can't find the site,
never mind get in.

It's like a homing beacon
and a key to the door in one.

That's why Mr Bryce couldn't access
the site the second time he tried.

Though it appears
someone picked up on his attempt.

Snuff films?
A snuff channel.

Scarab Corporation International.

That's why we've been
finding beetles at crime scenes.

Not so much proof of life
as proof of death.

He's asserting his authorship.

Authorship? How many of these films
are out there?

Well, the insect wrangler said
he'd sold 50 scarab beetles.

So we think D'Eath is behind it?

That he's graduated
from torture porn to actual murder?

Well, it certainly seems
to be his niche.

And, you know, even if it isn't,
at the very least

he should be able to tell us where
he got hold of that thumb drive.

Mr D'eath?
DOORBELL RINGS

Anything?
He could be just not answering?

Norman, we'll try the back.

Make sure he doesn't leave
by the front.

Hello!

Reginald D'eath!

INSECTS BUZZING

East Sussex Police!

Reggie, we just wanna talk to you.

It's safe to come out.

We just want some help
with our inquiries.

Roy, get up here!

COUGHING

RETCHING

PANTING

COUGHING

We need some air.

What did they say?
They said we'd done the right thing.

But that they'd take care of it now.
We're not to worry.

Are you sure we should go tonight?

They know who he is,
and they're gonna bring him in.

They said we were just
to carry on as normal.

All the same.

Look, I-I can't just call
Paul Jarvis and bail out now.

Soph, really,
I-I can't afford to piss him off.

I need to make good
on a big order he's promised me, OK?

I've just gotta do that...
Hey!

Hey. Calm down.

HE SIGHS

We'll go.

We'll go, OK?

Look, we'll have a good time.

I'll smile and look good
and you'll get your order, OK?

Neighbour clocked a blue 4x4
outside the house last night

and took down the reg.

Yeah, it's registered to a company
called Bourneholt International Ltd.

Brighton PO Box. Odds are that's
just an accommodation address.

Do you know my dad used to spray
the potato crop with sulphuric acid?

Kills off the shoots
and makes harvesting much easier.

So, if we're looking for someone
with enough sulphuric acid

to fill a bath, we should
be looking for a potato farmer?

Or whoever who supplies them.

I'll go check out the wholesalers

in users of bulk sulphuric
acid in the area, eh (?)

Sir, I've spoken to the babysitter,
the Bryces are out.

She doesn't know
when they're gonna be back.

Uniform have promised me
a unit on scene as soon as possible.

Fine. Have it park up discretely.

Out of view of the house,

but obvious to anyone
who fancies their chances.

We'll talk to them first thing.

I just had a call from a bar manager
that I spoke to yesterday.

Sapphire Bar. He reckons he's got
some footage of Janie Stretton.

Recordings normally
get deleted after 72 hours,

but as I said,
we've had an issue with dealers.

It's her.

No question.

Who's the man?

Never seen him before.

What sort of guy wears
shades indoors?

The same sort who makes sure he's
got his back to the CCTV cameras

in almost every shot.

The sort that doesn't
want to be recognised.

Hey, everything all right?

Yeah, fine, Mrs Bryce.
The children were no trouble.

Go on, then. Grab your coat.
I'll run you home.

Hey. Hey.

I can drive her.

No, you can't. You're at least
two drinks over the limit.

It's all right.

After everything
you've been carrying around,

you needed to relax.

But it's done now, right?

You got your order.
Hm.

We're good.

Hey.
Hm?

I love you.

You only say that
when you're bladdered.

HE SCOFFS

I don't.
Yeah, you do.

It's all right.
At least I know you mean it.

CAR ENGINE STARTS

STIRS

SNOOKER PLAYS ON TV

TV TURNS OFF

PHONE VIBRATING LOUDLY

PHONE RINGS

Mr Morrison? I'm so sorry
to call so late. It's Zack Bryce.

Uh, Mandy did some baby-sitting
for Sophie and me tonight.

I just wanted to make sure
she was home.

About quarter to two?

OK, thanks.
I'm... sorry to have troubled you.

Er, police?

Yeah, erm... Could you check

if there's been any road traffic
accidents involving a Sophie Bryce?

You haven't? You're sure?

Are you sure
you've haven't admitted any patients

by the name of Sophie Bryce? Bryce.
B-R-Y...

Er, it's Sophie. My wife.
Something's happened.

I know it. She, erm...

..she took my car.

Burned out?

There was no-one in it.
Then where is she?

You said we'd be safe.
I came forward.

I identified the guy on the train.
You said you knew who he was.

We do.
Have you arrested him?

No.
Well, why not?

If he's involved, then surely...
He's dead, Mr Bryce.

What...? What?

How?

It's under investigation.

This is Danni Brown and
Warren Dawlish from Family Liaison.

If you're agreeable,
they'll stay with you in the house,

and make sure you and the children
have round-the-clock protection.

Norman Potting. East Sussex CID.
Can I speak to whoever's in charge?

Yeah, go through, mate.

This is her favourite.
She wears it all the time.

What is it you need it for?

DNA? Look, you said you wouldn't
let anything happen.

And now she's missing.

We'll do everything we can to find
Sophie and bring her home, Mr Bryce.

You have my word.

Big ol' place
you've got here, Mr...?

Smith. Carl Smith.
What can I do for you, officer?

I'm looking into all local suppliers
of dangerous chemicals.

I believe you supply machine parts
and agricultural chemicals.

That's right. You haven't lost
any sulphuric acid in recent days?

None gone missing or mislaid?

Thousand-litre drums of sulphuric.

Not exactly the sort of thing
one can sneak out under a coat.

No, I suppose not, no.

You don't mind
if I have a look around, do you?

As long as you don't mind
a chaperone. Health and safety.

Isn't everything?
It's political correctness gone mad.

What happened?

After Reggie D'Eath, you should have
had the Bryces under protection.

I did. There was a patrol car
parked outside.

But they were called out to an RTA
and missed the car leaving.

Not that it would have made
any difference,

they weren't under house arrest.

Do you think whoever's behind
these films has taken her?

Almost certainly.But they must know
we've an active interest

in the Bryces.
They don't care.

Whoever's behind this,
you cross them at your peril,

they will take revenge.

Reggie D'Eath loses the thumb drive,

and is drowned
in a bath of acid as payback.

Mr Bryce finds the drive

and witnesses
the murder of Janie Stretton.

And he's warned
there will be severe consequences

if he talks to the police

or if he reveals anything about
what he's seen to anyone.

Mr Bryce. Not his wife.
She was driving his car.

So, you think they were after him?

I think it's immaterial. Him. Her.
The kids.

The threat was to the whole family.
They must know

we're going to come after them
with everything we've got.

Of course they do.
Maybe that's part of the thrill.

But it also worries me.

Because they are not going to
want to keep hold of Mrs Bryce

for any longer than is necessary.

Any resources you need, Roy,
they're yours.

You find them.
You get her out alive.

TV:'You are watching ITV News
Meridian with me, Sangeeta Bhabra.

'The headlines in the South East.

'Police are investigating
the murder of a man found dead

'at his home in Rottingdean.

'He has been officially identified
as Reginald Morris D'Eath.

'Detectives believe someone may have
relevant information...'

Mr Bryce?
That's him, isn't it?

They said he was dead.
They didn't say he was murdered.

Well, thanks for your assistance
on that.

I was surprised
to find you open on a Sunday.

Business never sleeps, Sergeant.
No. No, I suppose not.

I'll remember that one.

Monthly standing order
on Reggie D'Eath's bank account

to a company called SCI Cinema.

Thousand pounds a month.

Scarab Corporation International,
presumably. Where're they based?

Belize.
Of course they are.

How many subscribers can they have
at a grand a month?

You wouldn't need many.
Say it's 100 worldwide -

that's 100,000 a month.

1,000 subscribers
gives you a million.

You really think
there are that many people

want to watch people being killed?

How many true crime shows
are on the TV? Documentaries? Books?

It's like Norman's FGX -
the Full Girlfriend Experience -

only this is
the Full Serial Killer Experience.

They do what the customer
doesn't dare to.

Yeah. They take all the risk,
live out your fantasy,

while you sit there,
safe and respectable,

watching people
have their lives snuffed out.

You don't even
have to get out of your chair.

PHONE BEEPS

Zack.
Just do exactly what they tell you.

Otherwise it will be Felix's turn
next, then Jessica's.

Please do what they tell you.

Please don't tell the police
anything else. They will know.

These people know everything.

Just do what they tell you.

PHONE RINGS

Incident Room.

This is Adam Davies
from Southern Resourcing Centre.

I've a gentleman named Seiler

calling about a blue 4x4
DS Grace has put a marker on.

He thinks they're dealing drugs.

PHONE BEEPS

Good evening. This is DC Boutwood.
Mr Seiler?

The man is outside my apartment
again!

Can you read out the vehicle
registration for me, please, sir?

Nick! Come on. Now!
Get your coat, you've pulled.

Zack?

SHE SIGHS

Where is she? Is Sophie OK?

Look, you said you wouldn't hurt her
if I did exactly what you wanted.

'Just keep driving.'

PHONE RINGS

Grace.
Roy, it's Nick.

Report of the blue 4x4 seen
outside Reginald D'Eath's house

now parked outside
138 Freshmount Road.

Me and EJ are enroute.
On my way.

This is Golf Tango Juliet Echo.

We need uniform backup
in the vicinity of Freshmount Road.

'The incident is at Number 138.

'I don't want anyone there to see
or hear the car until I say so.'

Mr Seiler?
Yes.

Is the car still there?
Yes, I can still see the car.

We're a couple of minutes away.
You want me outside now?

No! Please stay inside.

'Uniform Delta Zebra Bravo.

'We are approaching Freshmount Road.
ETA 30 seconds.'

OK, there it is...

Uniform Delta Zebra Bravo.
Please intercept.

SIREN

Police! Out of the vehicle!

TYRES SCREECH

Emma Jane! Emma Jane!

Emma Jane! Look at me.

We'll get an ambulance to you.
Look at me. Look at me.

SHOUTING:Call an ambulance!
Get an ambulance, now!

You're OK, you'll be fine.

HORN BLARES

Nick, talk to me. What's going on?

EJ's down. He ran her down.

How bad? Nick? How bad?

It's bad. Ambulance is on its way.
OK, hang tight.

I am gonna be there in two...

IMPACT,
GLASS SHATTERS

'There's a parking area just ahead.

'Pull in and turn your engine off.'

MUFFLED MOANS

MOANING IN PAIN

TURNS VIDEO OFF

We're assuming that couple
are the Bryces, are we?

Yes, Ma'am, we believe
these promised double-killings

do refer to the Bryces.
And where did this come from?

You're viewing a cloned copy
we made of material on the laptop

Roy recovered
from the 4x4 last night.

This clip was being sent out
to over 1,000 customers

of the Scarab Corporation worldwide.
So that's what the driver was doing?

Yes, ma'am. He was piggybacked
onto an unprotected router.

SOCO have confirmed the indentations
in the white powder

on Claudio Frizelli's table
were left by the laptop

that I pulled
out of the car last night.

It was used to record his murder,

and the placement of the scarab
by the killer.And Janie Stretton?

Yeah.

Jon and his team
haven't recovered the files yet,

but we think
that's the likely scenario.

Where are we at
with the driver of the 4x4?

He is out of the game, ma'am.
Possible brain injury. No ID on him.

Nothing on his clothes
or in the car to say who he is.

He's got a tattoo in Cyrillic -
"Any Mission, Any Time, Any Place."

It's the motto for Spetsnaz -
Russian Special Forces.

Oh... And the hits just keep
on coming. Russian Special Forces?

Great (!)
OK. You've got your work.

I want photographs of the Bryces
out there. News, print, TV,

social media -
every outlet you can think of.

And shake down every informant
you've got.

I think you should step down.

You were in a car crash last night.
I'm fine.

We have until 9:15
until the Bryces' murder

is broadcast on the Internet.

You don't have time
to get anybody else up to speed.

I'm all you have got.If these
people want to kill the Bryces,

they don't have to wait till 9:15.
They could already be dead.

They promised "live",
and that what I'm banking on.

Erm... EJ's out of theatre.

They're keeping her
in an induced coma for the minute,

but medics aren't hopeful.

Her parents are on their way.

All right. There's a time to
feel it, but this is not it. OK?

You want to do right by EJ,
you get the job done.

We find the Bryces, and we find
who did this to one of our own.

WHISPERS:Zack?

DOOR UNBOLTS
Zack!

Hey! Wakey-wakey, boy!
Don't you dare touch him!

Shush!

ZACH COUGHS

Here. Clean yourselves up.

Got to look your best, eh?

DOOR SHUTS AND LOCKS

I'm so sorry, Zack. Zack!

It's all right. It's all right.

It's gonna be all right.
I am so sorry...

ZACK BREATHES DEEPLY

HE COUGHS

I need you to drop everything
and help me out.

There are two lives at stake.

The forensic image files are on
the server under job number 340.

What am I looking for?

Postal addresses, phone numbers,
email addresses.

Anything that could give us a clue

where a couple called
Mr and Mrs Bryce might be.

Where's the original?

On my desk,
but you shouldn't need it. Thanks.

Credit card activity's
given us a garage at Pyecombe

where Zack Bryce filled up
just after 8pm.

Here, CCTV's just been uploaded.

Can you go any closer to the back
of the car that follows him out?

EJ mentioned a car
with tinted windows

parked on Janie Stretton's street.

There. Zoom into that sticker
in the rear window.

The name of the gym
Mister Frizelli belonged to?

Pulserate.
They've got half a dozen branches.

Call them, ask them
if they've a member called Anton,

or someone who drives a car
with that registration number.

And get the index out
to all units.

Boss, Pulserate Gym in Kemptown
has a member called Anton Korf.

He is South African
according to the receptionist.

He checks out for the vehicle index.

They have a list
of all the members' cars

which work with the carpark
entry fob. Home address?

Bevendean. It's bogus.

Car's registered
to a Bourneholt International Ltd.

Same as the 4x4 parked outside
Reggie D'Eath's place, wasn't it?

The one from last night?
Boss, uniform have got eyes.

He's entering Civic Square Car Park.

Right. Close it down. Get SOCO
and Surveillance over there now.

Got some good prints, Roy.
He'll never know we were inside.

We'll get the test results
back to you ASAP.

That's great, thank you, Joe.

OK, let's get this car park open!

We might have a problem.
I've just spoken to Jon Rye.

One of his team,
a civilian called Andy Gilney,

he's an uber tech-head,
has gone missing.

Jon had asked him to work
on the clone from the laptop

on the server. He said all
the clone files have been deleted,

and the laptop from the 4X4...
it's gone.

Oh, shit!

What part of "don't ever come here"
do you not understand?

I've been trying to call you
for the past hour!

I was on my way here.

Then why didn't you
answer your phone?

Cos you told me
never to bring it here.

I think the cops tailed me in town.
I left the car in the car park.

When I went back,
it was closed down.

Cops everywhere.
Bomb scare, they're saying,

but there's nothing
on the net or the news.

We have an issue, Andy.
One of our associates is in a coma.

He had a laptop with him.
The police have it.

We need it back.

Yeah, I know. I've got it.

And the clone
Digital Forensics made.

Where?

In a safe place. My insurance.

No-one will find it
in a thousand years.

Look, I set up your systems.
I manage your IT.

Found Bryce for you.
Tracked down Reggie D'Eath...

I've done everything you asked
and more.

Now, I need to get off the grid
and... disappear.

I need money.
Of course. No question.

We look after our own.

So...

..you're going to tell us
where it is...

..and then we're gonna
help you disappear.

"Anton" was printed
just over a year ago

after a brawl at
the Escape nightclub in Brighton.

His real name
is Hannes van der Viet.

The former "Recce" -
South African Special Forces.

No fixed abode.

But I ran an international search
on his full set.

Came up with a link
to this charmer.

Carl Nash. Ex-Army.

Ended up with intelligence
in Bosnia.

Eventually, he was court-martialled

for filming the execution
of prisoners

and selling the footage to the
international snuff movie market.

Are you serious?
He's been off the grid for years.

Doesn't look like Anton's
coming back for his motor.

I left a couple of bodies in situ,
but either he made his tail,

or the bomb scare spooked him.

Yeah, I know him. Smith.

Nash. Carl Nash.
No.

Smith, he calls himself.

He's one of the acid suppliers
I spoke to.

Got a big place out Portslade.

We've got a trace
on Andy Gilney's phone.

It's out towards Portslade.

PHONE BUZZING

Yuri's laptop. And that's not all.
Andy left his phone in the car.

If the police are onto him...
I know what it means.

Roman, tell the boys
we're winding up UK operations.

Be ready to kick off in 15.
Yes, boss.

We should never
have gone for the Bryces.

We didn't have a choice.

Maybe if Bryce'd left it alone,
but he didn't.

So fetch them out.

OK? Two for the road,
and then we're gone.

If...

If things don't work out...
Don't say that.

They'll find us.
The police will find us.

But if they don't,
I just want you to know

I love you.

RATTLING AND BANGING
Oh, my God...

It's OK. It's OK.
Oh, my God...

It's OK. It's all gonna be OK.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Right, we are going live.

Please. Please, don't do this.
I'm gonna enjoy this.

Armed police!
What?

Put your gun down!
Get down. Get down.

SHE SQUEALS

Get down!

Move!
HE GRUNTS

Stand where you are!

Go, go, go!
POLICE SHOUTING

HE GRUNTS
Argh!

Pull back!

GROANING

Glenn, wait!

Argh!
No!

Argh! Ah! Agh!

Don't move!

PAINED GRUNTING
With me.

I'm all right, I'm all right.

Nick, Nick, stay with him!

Officer's down.
Urgent medical assistance required.

See to the Bryces!

HE YELPS
Ah!

You're all right.
It's all right.

You're safe.
Everything's gonna be OK.

Argh!
GRACE: Don't shoot!

CARL GRUNTS IN PAIN

Don't shoot!

You shoot me, they shoot you.

Well, maybe that's how I want it.

Death for entertainment.

Is that where we are now?

HE LAUGHS
The Colosseum pass you by?

That's what we've always been!

Blood and sand!

Blood and sand.

GUN CLICKS

Oh, no, you don't.

You're gonna live.

You understand me?

You're gonna live.
CARL GRUNTS

And you're gonna spend
the rest of your days inside.

HE GRUNTS

MAN:Stand clear, boss!
Don't shoot!

He's unarmed.
Understood.

Hold your fire!
CARL GRUNTS

Argh!

Agh! Argh!

Argh!

CARL GRUNTS AND MOANS

DISTANT SIRENS WAILING

The firearms officer. Is he...?

He's fine.
The bullet went straight through.

He'll be back playing prop forward
for East Sussex before you know it.

Ah... Tell Ari I'm fine, yeah?

I don't want her or the kids
to be worrying about me.

Listen, I'll bring her
to the hospital myself.

SOCO found remains.

John Rye's techie
from Digital Forensics, Andy Gilney.

In an acid drum.

One of ours was working for them.

Can't wait to tell
the Chief Constable (!)

We also found a human skull
in the office. Female.

And an arm in formaldehyde.

Both boxed up, ready to go
to a customer in the Far East.

Janie Stretton?

She had a tattoo
just above her left wrist.

A butterfly.

Same as was on Nash's bracelet,
which I think belonged to her.

She liked butterflies.

Some sort of trophy?

I think these days they call them
"collectibles".

We also found the remaining
scarab beetles in the office.

Four missing from the original 50.

And the Bryces would have made six.

Oh, yeah,
they were just getting started.

Any news on EJ?
She's a fighter.

She's holding on.

HE SIGHS

Well, that's something.
Mm.

All this...

Such horror.

Maybe the Chief was right.

About Hampshire.
Hmm!

Alcoholics Anonymous call that
the "geographical cure".

I'm not sure it would suit.

You're Brighton all the way through.

Oh, and, erm,
in case you didn't hear...

..the jury came back
on the Hossein case.

Guilty.

SHIPPING FORECAST:
'Thundery showers.

'Good, occasionally poor.

'Irish Sea, cyclonic,
becoming north, five to seven.

'Thundery showers...'

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