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Yep.

Oh.

I just can't believe he fixed us up

with a couple of coppers.

I thought we might have something in common.

Like what? The same blood group?

They looked like fun.

No, Scribbs, they looked like two desperate men

trying to get laid.

Well, the one with the broken nose wasn't that bad.

Oh yeah, that catching-food-in-his-mouth thing,

that was very nice, very cute.

So where did you meet them? Uh, please, say somewhere dark.

Canteen.

Great, you met two strange men in the canteen,

and they asked if ya had a mate, classy.

What's my single most important word about men, Scribbs?

Uh, they mustn't be married?

No, the other one.

No bad boys.

Because?

- They're bad. - And?

They're boys.

Thanks.

Next time you ask me to go on a blind date with you,

I want a colour photograph

and at least three female references

before I even think about it, understood?

Yep.

What happened to the extra-strong ones?

They didn't have any.

Oh.

Scribbs, you never returned my call.

Yeah, no, I feel really bad about that.

Here's one for your screensaver.

So, what do we know about this?

One female victim, early 30s,

no sign of forced entry, no sign of robbery.

Time and cause?

More than 8 hours, probably less than 24.

Multiple stab-wounds to the chest.

Any indications of resistance?

Yeah, one defence cut across the palm

- of the right hand. - How did they get in?

She either let them in, or they had a key.

D'you know who she is yet?

Nicola Pengelly.

Runs her own business. Recruitment consultancy.

Lives alone. Mother up north.

Apparently, played her music a little too loud.

She's me.

Any witnesses?

Not yet. We got the troops banging on doors.

Hopefully, they'll turn up something.

Who found her body?

Ralph Mitchell, fiance.

He's outside.

What's going on out here?

Fiance's building her a hot tub.

Nice.

Ma'am, there's a lot of these Applejacks videos.

Ash.

Yeah?

Have a listen to this.

Hi, you've reached Nikki.

Please, leave a message after the beat, thanks, bye.

♪ I just called to say ♪

♪ I love you. ♪

♪ I just called to say how much I care ♪

♪ I just called to say ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ And I mean it from the bottom ♪

♪ Of my heart ♪

Excuse me, Mr. Mitchell,

you can't touch anything.

Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

- Sorry, you've got to stop. - Shoulda been finished

- three months ago. - No.

- No. - I told her

it would be ready.

- Let go. - A promise is a promise.

- Let go. - No, it's alright.

It's alright. Just, just let him go.

I'm Detective Inspector Ashurst, Middleford CID.

This is an active crime scene, Mr. Mitchell.

It's her birthday in less than three weeks.

If I just put in a few extra hours...

Why don't you come inside for a moment

and let these officers get on with their work.

When you arrived this morning and she didn't answer,

you let yourself in.

Is that right?

You have a key?

Yes.

What time is that, exactly?

Just after 9:00, I think.

How long have you known Nicola?

'Bout a year.

And when did you last see her alive?

Yesterday lunchtime.

Was that the last time you spoke to her?

No, we spoke on the phone last night.

What time was that?

Just after 10:00, I think.

And as far as you could tell, was everything okay?

Everything was fine.

Have you left any messages since?

You sure about that?

Can you think of anyone who would've wished Nicola any harm?

Maybe you should talk to her ex-husband Gavin Webb.

Why's that?

He wanted to get back with her.

Nikki said no.

If anyone had a reason to kill her, it's him.

Men drive cars.

Women have relationships with them.

This little beauty won't just get you there.

It'll give you the smoothest ride of your life.

But will it still respect you in the morning?

I warned her about him.

Look. I told her she was making a big mistake.

Are you suggesting Ralph Mitchell has something to do

with Nicholas's murder, Mr. Webb?

I'm not suggesting anything.

I'm telling you that he killed her.

With all due respect, Sir,

why would he want to do something like that?

He and Nikki were planning to get married.

In his dreams.

He was just some temporary shag she picked up

at that stupid singles club.

What singles club?

Um, Applejacks, that's where they met.

Look. Nikki would never have married an ape like that.

She was just waiting for the,

the right moment to dump him.

Had she told you that?

You were still close, then?

Closer than most married couples.

Even though you weren't married anymore?

Even though you weren't even a couple?

I made a mistake, Detective Sergeant,

and Nikki couldn't forgive me.

That doesn't mean we stopped loving each other.

But what are you doing here?

It's obvious what happened.

She told him she was leaving him, and he killed her.

♪ Oh, when the snowman ♪

♪ brings the snow ♪

♪ Oh, well, he just might like to know ♪

♪ He's put a great big smile on somebody's face ♪

Suppose we could say she's choosing to reclaim her body

by celebrating its full splendour in public.

Or we could just say she's a slag.

Yeah, something tells me we'd enjoy saying that

a whole lot more.

♪ Well, I wish it could be ♪

Where to next?

Your place? Or mine?

Coward!

What's this?

Video of the victim, Boss, Nicola Pengelly,

taken at the Applejacks foam party.

"Apple" what?

Applejacks, it's a club for affluent singles.

I thought you said she was married.

Um, married as in divorced.

That's divorced as in now engaged to someone else.

Hmm.

Why does a woman that beautiful join a singles club?

You obviously haven't been out there lately, Boss.

The shelves aren't exactly well stocked.

A girl needs every advantage she can get.

Uh, this fiance, what do we know about him?

Uh, Ralph Mitchell, record for assault three years ago.

Serious.

Nah, ripped out a hot tub he hadn't received payment for.

Six months suspended.

Oh, and I checked out Gavin Webb's alibi.

He was playing cards till gone 10:00,

got home at 11:00.

I know it was 11:00 'cause the neighbours were in.

Something interesting?

Perhaps.

Check out the third finger on the left hand.

Whatever happened to that ring?

To me, you have a motive, robbery.

If it was robbery, why not clean her out completely?

Exactly, why just take that ring.

Uh, you're absolutely sure it's nowhere in the house.

No, we've been through there with a fine-tooth comb.

It's gone for sure.

She could just've lost it, of course.

Ha, trust me, you don't lose a ring that size.

Uh, where exactly are you going with this?

Well, Nicola Pengelly and Ralph Mitchell

were going to get married,

so maybe someone didn't want that to happen.

And if, if the motive isn't robbery,

the chances are it could be-

- Oh, um. - It could be personal.

Running late.

Oh yeah, I'm meeting someone for lunch.

Ah, hot date?

Aren't they all?

Okay, run with that, but keep me informed.

D'you think he's gay?

Is that "gay" as in "hasn't made a pass yet,

therefore, must be"?

I was thinking more of "unbelievably gorgeous.

What's the catch?"

My sister's getting a hot tub.

Well, your sister's getting a divorce, too.

Doesn't mean it's a good idea.

They're very relaxing.

You should try it.

It's just a bath with your friends.

Are you suggesting I need to relax?

Just saying.

Nikki's engagement ring,

I don't suppose you happened to remember

whether or not she was wearing it the last time you saw her?

She always wore it.

Why? What's happened?

We're not exactly sure, but seems to be missing.

D'you know where it might be?

No.

Gavin Webb, he said Nikki was having second thoughts

about marrying you.

That's rubbish.

Gavin just hated the fact that I made her happy. That's all.

You say Nikki called you

the night she was murdered.

Yes.

Well, according to the phone record,

she called you just after 10:00

and spoke for 51/2 minutes.

And then, you phoned her and spoke again,

this time for just 12 seconds.

You're wondering what the hell you say to somebody

in just 12 seconds, right?

I love you, darling. I'll love you forever and ever.

I'll never stop loving you. Goodnight.

We spent most nights together.

On the few occasions we were apart,

I made it a rule never to let the day end

without telling her that at least once.

Ever get one of those I-love-you-forever-and-ever calls

off Marcus.

Marcus was a bastard, Scribbs.

Never call me, full stop.

Bastard men, eh?

What did God create them for?

We should always be grateful to the bastard, Scribbs.

They help us appreciate the nice boring ones.

People say we're a dating agency

for suburbia's rich elite.

Not true.

Course, we like our members to be financially secure,

but apart from that, anyone who can join.

Heart surgeons, roofing contractors, we have them all.

We hold weekly events, monthly events, whatever whenever.

As little or as much as you like, it's entirely up to you.

Everything, in fact, for the successful single life.

Wouldn't a successful single life involve

not being single anymore.

I think it's all a question of choices:

sometimes single, sometimes not.

Single but never lonely, that's the rule.

So, what about Nicola Pengelly?

How long had she been a member?

Just over a year.

She was a very special person, real force of nature.

What's a lovemap?

Well, evidence suggests

that when we judge a prospective partner,

it takes us less than 0.1 of a second.

Trouble is we usually get it wrong.

With the lovemap, you have your own unique subliminal guide

to your ideal partner.

How does it work?

Well, basically, it alerts us

to our own specific emotional cues.

What I like to call trigger feelings,

the, um, shape of a mouth,

colour of the eyes,

particular type of laugh.

And what about Nicola Pengelly?

What were her trigger feelings?

Nikki was drawn to strong, confident men.

What we sometimes call enablers.

Men like Ralph Mitchell?

Yes, well, Ralph was a member she had a particular type

of bond with, yes.

Well, more than a bond. They were about to get married.

Ha, heh.

You didn't approve.

Uh, it's not my job to approve or disapprove.

When two of our members

reach that particular level of understanding,

I simply celebrate.

D'you keep files?

Yes, naturally, in order to update my members' lovemaps,

I keep extensive records.

Problem?

I think you'll have to speak to my wife, Maxine.

She's, um, charge of membership.

It seems she's, um, deleted Nikki's records yesterday.

She indicated that she wished to terminate her membership

with immediate effect.

I'm afraid I have a thing about efficiency,

so that was it.

She was gone.

Did she come here?

We spoke on the phone.

Did she say why she was leaving?

She felt that some of our other members were judging her.

Look, heh. You have to understand.

She was a party girl,

and she did what party girls always do.

She pushed her luck.

Did I like her personally? No, not really.

Am I sorry she's dead? Of course, I am.

She made having fun look easy.

And in my business, that's always good news.

As far as Nikki and Ralph was concerned,

the "relationship," who knows?

It might've worked,

But you had doubt?

Let's just say it was a tempestuous affair, heh.

Have you spoken to Hazel Lawrence?

Another one of our members.

She and Nikki were good friends.

I'm sure she'll be happy to give you the low down.

Great, thanks.

I'd really appreciate it

if the Applejacks name could be kept out

of any surrounding publicity.

After all, this isn't strictly anything to do with us,

and we do have a reputation to consider.

Hazel Lawrence, friend.

According to Maxine Appleby.

Mm.

Any luck yet?

No, I've wrung her house. No answer.

And I've left a message at her work.

When was she last seen?

Applejacks beach party.

Night Nikki was murdered.

Okay, let's start putting this together.

Nikki Pengelly had two men in her life.

Yeah, that we know of.

Any more would be greedy.

Gavin, ex-husband and all-around creepy person,

and Ralph, the hot tub fiance that she met at Applejacks,

the upmarket dating agency

run by the incredibly smarmy Redmond

and his bionic wife, Maxine.

Have you ever thought about her dating agency, Scribbs?

In the hey-that-might-be-fun sense?

Or in the desperate

how-the-hell-am-I-ever-gonna-find-anyone sense?

Ah, we've had this conversation before, haven't we?

Yep, Ash, we have this conversation every Monday.

Okay, moving on.

Hazel Lawrence was the victim's friend.

Hello? Okay.

Yeah, thank you. Thanks very much.

No, no, it's just a routine inquiry. Thanks, bye.

That was Hazel's boss.

She hasn't turned up for work,

and she hasn't called in sick.

It's highly unusual for her.

Right, let's go.

You know what I love

about suburbia, Scribbs?

No, what?

THE EFFORTLESS WAY IT ALL WORKS

deceit, murder, wife-swapping.

And still, all the hedges get trimmed.

Hazel. Hazel Lawrence.

Ah, we're looking

for Hazel Lawrence.

Who are you?

Ah, well, I haven't seen her for a couple of days.

She have a spare key?

Don't you need a warrant?

Don't you need a haircut?

God, I swore I'd never say that till I had kids of my own.

See what this job does to you?

They're under the other part.

Oh.

I'll, uh, I'll go and put some clothes on, shall I?

Please, do.

Something else I never thought I'd hear you say.

No mess, no clutter,

it's like your place, Ash.

Urgh, now it looks like mine.

It's called tidying up.

It's what those of us who have a thing

about seeing the floor do.

Least my place has character.

Hmm, unfortunately, not one you'd like to meet

on a dark night.

Ash?

Snap.

It's been over for almost a year.

So why are you sending her flowers?

Were you seeing Hazel Lawrence

at the same time you were seeing Nicola Pengelly?

No.

What I need now is the truth, Mr. Mitchell.

Only happened once, two weeks ago.

Nikki and I had a huge row.

I called Hazel.

I know it was a stupid thing to do,

but I just needed someone to talk to.

She told me to come over.

The next morning, I realised what a mistake I'd made.

I went straight from Hazel's to the jewellers,

and by lunchtime, Nikki and I were engaged.

Just born romantic, aren't you, Ralph?

I was drunk.

I made a mistake.

And why the flowers?

I felt guilty.

I had to find a way of letting her down gently.

Trust me, sending someone flowers

with the words "love, always"

is never a good way of doing that.

When she found out you were engaged,

did she threaten either Nikki or yourself?

No.

Do you know where she is now?

We'd like to talk to her, but she seems to have disappeared.

I haven't seen or spoken to Hazel

since the day I sent her the flowers.

Hazel's missing from work,

she didn't come home last night,

and no one seems to know where she is.

At the same time, she hasn't packed any clothes.

Her passport isn't missing.

She's written no checks, and no payments have been recorded

from her credit card, so-

Uh, missing or running.

Either way, we need to find her.

Ah, you wanted to know about the catch.

There she is.

There was a peck on the cheek.

Peck on the cheek means friend or family.

What about wife?

A peck on the cheek can also mean wife.

What's the detective inside you say?

The detective inside me says,

"What the hell am I doing standing here

watching my boss kiss a pretty young girl?"

What does the detective inside you say?

Detective inside me says

the pretty young girl isn't wearing a ring.

See ya. Yeah, I will.

'Kay, bye.

-Well -You have to come, please.

Neighbour spotted a silver BMW

parked outside Nicola Pengelly's house

the night of the murder.

Do we have a registration number.

Better than that, we have the owner.

Mrs. Lovemaps herself, Maxine Appleby.

Five people central to this investigation,

Nicola Pengelly, Hazel Lawrence, Ralph Mitchell,

Redmond, and Maxine Appleby,

all involved in Applejacks,

I think maybe what you said's right, Scribbs.

We need to start looking at this

from the, uh, inside out.

Excuse me.

Why do I get the impression that someone's about to say

something I'm really not going to like?

"Applejacks skooldisco.

Relive the passion of the playground."

Not even if you paid me in chocolate.

It was totally Sullivan's idea, I swear.

D'you honestly think I'd suggest something like this

just so he could see me dressed up

like some cheap little hooker from St Trinian's?

Here, have a prefect's badge

if it makes you feel any better.

Thanks.

So, did you have a uniform

at Lady Margaret's College for Posh Young Desirables?

Or was it just anything with pearls?

Actually, the blazer was bright purple.

The skirt was bottle green. Socks were grey.

How about you?

What? This is my school uniform.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

♪ Run away, I've got to ♪

♪ Get away from the pain you drive ♪

♪ Into the heart of me ♪

♪ The love we ♪

- ♪ share seems to go nowhere ♪ - ♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, oh ♪

♪ And I've lost my light ♪

♪ For I toss and turn ♪

♪ I can't sleep at night ♪

♪ Once I ran to you ♪

♪ I ran ♪

♪ Now I run from you ♪

♪ This tainted love you've given ♪

♪ I give you all a boy could give you ♪

♪ Take my tears and that's not nearly all ♪

♪ Tainted love ♪

Okay, I hope you're not here to harass us.

Dressed like this?

No, we're just doing a little bit of background research.

Ah-ha, yeah, we've done nothing wrong.

You know, if you keep saying that,

we're gonna start getting suspicious.

It's the truth.

Anyway, well, now you're here,

let me least buy you a drink.

Vodka and beer, am I right?

Spot on. She'll have an orange juice.

Ha ha.

If I thought you were actually enjoying this,

I'd be seriously pissed off. You do realise that, don't you?

You know your problem, Ash? You never relax.

We're supposed to be working.

Yeah, but can't work be fun occasionally?

What are my two rules about fun, Scribbs?

Not here. Not now.

Timing, behaviour, surroundings.

They're three rules.

Yes, and this is a murder investigation.

And we're about to interview a possible suspect.

Fine, fine, just as long as you don't end up snogging him.

That only happened once,

- and he was found not guilty. - ♪ And that's not nearly all ♪

♪ Tainted love ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Tainted love ♪

♪ Waste the chance ♪

♪ That I'd been given ♪

♪ So I'm never gonna dance again ♪

♪ The way I danced with you, ooh, ooh ♪

Know what they say about women with beautiful legs.

She's got the job.

Beautiful legs, beautiful brains, beautiful person.

Yes, we were talking about Hazel, Hazel Lawrence.

I felt very sorry for Hazel.

Why was that?

Well, she didn't know that Ralph and Nikki'd got engaged.

When I told her at the beach party, she was very upset.

Did she leave early?

♪ To the heart and mind ♪

I really don't remember.

♪ Ignorance is kind ♪

Sorry.

♪ There's no comfort in the truth ♪

♪ Pain is all ♪

Your colleague's very pretty.

♪ I'm never gonna dance again ♪

- Yeah, she is, isn't she? - ♪ Guilty feet have got ♪

♪ No rhythm ♪

♪ Though it's easy ♪

So, how did you and Redmond meet?

♪ I know you're not a fool ♪

I won a beauty pageant.

Redmond was one of the judges.

He was 33 years old and had just made his first million.

Better like you being stood there

in that bathing costume, then.

♪ The way I danced with you ♪

Was Nikki a good dancer?

She was good at everything.

She was the life and soul of the party.

Everyone loved her.

Everyone?

Everyone male.

So women had a different opinion?

Why was that?

Why do women hate beautiful women?

You tell me.

I don't know. Experience?

I mean, you're wife, Maxine,

she didn't like Nikki much, did she?

Well, I'm delighted you've had a chance

to see what a friendly bunch we are here at Applejacks.

I trust that when you come to make your report,

you'll mention our willingness to fully cooperate.

♪ We could have been so good together ♪

♪ We could have lived this dance forever ♪

♪ But now, who's gonna dance with me ♪

♪ Please, stay ♪

How come you didn't mention that you were at Nikki's house

the night she was killed, Mrs. Appleby?

♪ Guilty feet have got ♪

- ♪ No rhythm ♪ - Was it that night?

♪ Though it's easy to pretend ♪

I don't remember.

Neighbour saw your car parked outside.

I wanted to talk to her.

As I told you, last time,

one or two of our female members were uncomfortable

with her attitude.

It was deemed a little too predatory.

Members like Hazel Lawrence?

♪ Oh, oh ♪

Did she blame Nikki for stealing Ralph?

She was in love. She blamed everyone.

And what happened when you spoke to her?

It degenerated into a slanging match.

In the end, she resigned her membership, and I agreed

- to refund her subscription. - ♪ Now that you're gone ♪

What time'd you leave?

Just before 9:00.

- I went back to the office. - ♪ Your words, you're gone ♪

But I thought you went to the Applejacks beach party.

I was angry.

I wanted to scrub her records immediately.

Very childish, I know,

but strangely satisfying nonetheless.

Then I went to the party.

And what about your husband?

He was already there.

Over 200 people attended.

I'm sure any number of them would be happy

to verify that for you.

Was Applejacks all you argued with Nikki about?

♪ In a cocktail bar ♪ ♪ When I met you ♪

I may have warned her to stay away

- from my husband. - ♪ I picked you up ♪

♪ I shook you up ♪

Maybe you'd have been better off warning your husband

- to stay away from her. - ♪ Turn you into someone new ♪

♪ Now, five years later on ♪

♪ You've got the world at your feet ♪

♪ Success has been so easy for you ♪

We know Nikki was still alive at 10:00,

because she spoke to Ralph on the phone.

So if Maxine Appleby was somewhere else by 9:00,

that rules her out.

Still think she knows more than she's saying.

Well, she probably just resents us being here, though.

Maybe she's protecting someone.

Who? Redmond?

What about a motive?

♪ I just called to say ♪

♪ I love you ♪

♪ I just called to say ♪

♪ How much I care ♪

Shall we bring him in?

Dressed like this? He'll keep.

♪ To say I love you ♪

♪ And I mean it from the bottom ♪

♪ Of my heart ♪

♪ Of my heart ♪

Oi, Scribbs.

Can ya let me in?

Gavin Webb said

he was playing cards until 10:00

but didn't get home until 11:00

as verified by his neighbour,

so it took him an hour to drive home that night.

So?

so I just did the same journey

right in the middle of rush hour,

and it took me 24 minutes and 39 seconds.

So that still leaves Gavin 35 minutes and 21 seconds

to make a detour to Nicola Pengelly's

and still be home by 11:00.

You've applied for a lovemap.

I was intrigued

and drunk.

Is that what I think it is?

Don't knock the Sugar Puff drink, okay?

But it's not a drink, Scribbs. It's a potion.

You don't understand the Sugar Puff drink.

Sugar Puff drink gives me everything I need.

It's a life choice.

So, what's up?

Mm, my sister bumped into Danny yesterday.

Is he the one who threatened to drill a hole in your head

and suck the contents out with this straw

or the one who put suntan lotion on his ears?

Never did approve of that relationship, did you?

It wasn't a relationship, Scribbs. It was a sleepover.

Well, anyway, it doesn't matter anymore.

Cause apparently he's getting married to Fabulous Girl.

Do I know Fabulous Girl?

Everyone knows Fabulous Girl.

Blonde, size 8, 94-inch heels,

sort of Nicola Pengelly but doesn't get murdered.

You're right; I do know her. Hate her.

D'you know, there's an old saying:

the right one is always the next one.

I didn't say it was a good saying. I said it was an old one.

Right, I'm gonna see Gavin Webb.

You call on Redmond. Put some pressure on.

What do you want?

I just need to ask you a few more questions.

Told you everything that I know.

It's about your statement.

Don't you people ever give up?

It's important.

Look. I told you it was just a joke.

We both hated that song.

I just want the truth, Mr. Appleby. That's all.

All right, I liked her. Hands held up.

Bad boy. Very sorry.

And what did Maxine think about that?

Maxine and I have a very flexible arrangement.

Flexible as in she bends over backwards?

You were in love with Nicola Pengelly.

Hardly in love.

Obsessed, then?

Look. I've already told you I wasn't there.

All we know for certain, Redmond,

is that Maxine's car was seen outside Nikki's house

the night of the murder.

Who's to say you weren't driving.

All right, just ask yourself this question.

If I knew that Nikki was dead,

why on earth would I leave that ridiculous message

on our answer machine?

If what you say is true, why,

why would I implicate myself like that?

Who on earth in their right mind

would telephone someone they know is already dead?

So you say you finished playing cards at 10:00,

and you got home by 11:00.

Picked up a takeaway at the corner.

I presume you checked that, too.

Yeah, it's the time you took getting there.

I just did the journey myself, and it took me

just under 35 minutes.

So by my reckoning, that still leaves a gap

of about 25 minutes.

I had engine trouble, an irritating rattle.

I stopped a check, found nothing, and drove on.

A wonderful woman is dead,

and right now you have absolutely nothing,

nothing on me.

Now, that may pass for good work

in your book, Detective Inspector.

But in mine, it looks a little like incompetence.

It's me.

I've just found Hazel Lawrence's body,

and guess whose ring she's wearing.

W-why would I kill her? I didn't even know her.

Her body was found in the boot of one of your cars.

Well, obviously someone else put her there

to make it look like me.

And who would want to do something like that?

Oh, come on, you know as well as I do

there's a whole list of people.

We're talking about murder, Mr. Webb.

Uh, I can't explain it, okay.

Look. I was surprised as you when you opened that boot.

Tell me the truth, Gavin.

I am telling you the truth.

I may not be the nicest person in the world,

but I'm no murderer.

You wanted a reconciliation with Nikki,

and when she said no, you killed her.

You know that's not true.

You killed her.

And then, in a moment of supreme bad luck, Hazel arrived.

I swear I don't know what you're talking about.

Hazel was angry because she thought

Nikki had stolen Ralph from her,

and when she stumbled across what you'd done,

you had to kill her, too.

I love Nikki. All I cared about was her happiness.

I, I could never have hurt, not a million years.

Detective Sergeant Scribbins has just entered the room.

Interview terminated at 10:05.

This had better be worth it.

I just beginning to get somewhere with him.

He didn't do it.

- What? - Report from the lab.

Prints on the knife used to kill Nicola Pengelly

belonged to Hazel Lawrence,

and the blood on Hazel's clothes is Nikki's.

I don't believe it.

Hazel definitely killed Nikki.

Uh, what about Hazel? Who killed Hazel?

Pathologist confirmed she was killed

the same night as Nikki.

But right now, there's no forensic evidence whatsoever

to link Gavin Webb to either of them.

No! No, no, no!

So Hazel Lawrence killed Nikki Pengelly.

Yeah, we now have a clear match

on the prints taken from Hazel and the ones on the knife.

We know that she was distressed

about the situation with Ralph,

and we think the news

that him and Nikki were gonna get married

caused her to do something drastic.

There's also the ring.

Yeah, we reckon she murdered Nikki and took the ring

'cause in some screwed up way,

she thought it was rightfully hers.

Hmm, and what about the blood?

Nicola Pengelly's.

Transferred from the crime scene to the car

via Hazel's body.

Okay, but none of this answers the question

if Hazel killed Nikki, then who killed Hazel?

Well, Hazel was strangled, and, and as we know

from past experience,

strangulation tends to indicate a, a male perpetrator.

Just gimme the headlines, Ash.

Well, we're close to making an arrest, Boss.

I-in fact, I'd say we were extremely close.

We, we just need a little bit more time.

The but part being?

Don't have a suspect, and we don't have a motive.

Urgh, I don't want this going cold.

Turn it around, and do it quickly. Understand?

I thought if I said it quickly, it might not sound so bad.

Nice try.

What still doesn't make any sense

is why anyone would bother to hide one body

but leave the other.

Because whoever killed Hazel didn't kill Nikki.

They must have panicked and assumed if they hid the body,

we'd never be able to pin the second murder on them.

But now we've found Hazel's body,

and we're still none the wiser.

- What about Redmond? - He was at the beach party.

We've got about a billion statements placing him there.

Well, he coulda slipped away.

With all those people there, who would've noticed?

But why would he kill Hazel?

Because he arrived at Nikki's, found her dead.

Hazel was still there, so he lost his temper.

Argh, I don't know.

No, you're reaching, Ash.

No, I'm just saying it's a possibility. That's all.

Yeah, all right, but why leave that message

on the answer phone?

Uh, like he said, why would you call somebody

you already know is dead?

He's right. He's absolutely right.

What?

Well, how do we know Nikki was still alive at 10:00.

The phone record. She called Ralph at 10:05.

No someone called Ralph at 10:05, but it wasn't Nikki.

We got the right motive. We've just got the wrong person.

Ash.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to be the first to congratulate you.

Going somewhere nice, Ralph?

I just needed to get away for a few days. That's all.

Oh, you know, you want to watch yourself

with the sun down there.

They say it's a killer.

What do you want?

Uh, back at the station, they're popping champagne corks.

D'you know why?

No.

Gavin Webb's just been charged

with the murders of Nicola Pengelly and Hazel Lawrence.

So it's drinks all round,

but you know, I hate drinking on an empty stomach.

And that's what this case has left me feeling, empty.

Why don't you just get to the point?

Well, the point is I know you killed Hazel.

Bullshit.

It wasn't Nikki who phoned you that night,

was it, Ralph?

Of course, it was.

No, no, Nikki was already dead.

The person you spoke to was the person who killed her.

Where are you getting this stuff from?

And when you phoned back, it wasn't

because you'd forgotten to tell her that you loved her.

It was to check, to see if it really was happening

or whether Hazel was just bluffing.

You don't know what you're talking about?

Not that it matters anymore,

because by the time everyone realises, you'll be long gone.

So once again, my congratulations.

Look. I'm sorry.

I understand why you did it, Ralph.

I know how you must have felt

to find someone and then to lose them like that.

It was just too much.

When Hazel first phoned me and told me what she'd done,

I couldn't believe it.

I drove there as fast as I could.

Kept telling myself it couldn't be true.

Must be some kind of sick joke.

When I got there and I saw the body,

I killed her.

Hazel was there.

Before I know what I was doing, I'd grabbed hold of her.

By the time I came to my senses, it was too late.

So you decided to get rid of the body.

I knew sooner or later, you'd link Hazel

to Nikki's murder.

And then, you remembered Gavin's showroom.

Nikki still had a set of keys.

He'd made things difficult for us.

Why not make things difficult for him?

When I met Nikki,

my whole life changed.

We had so many plans,

so many things we wanted to do.

Shoulda thought about Hazel,

just taken the time to put things right.

It's too late now.

Yes, it is.

Give my regards to Gavin Webb.

You just cost me 20 quid, Ralph.

I said you wouldn't bolt.

Yeah, I'm off now.

Ash, Scribbs, good collar.

Thanks, Boss.

Well, I'll, I'll see you back at the station, hmm?

Argh, that man turns out to be gay,

I'm gonna shoot myself.

D'you know what I hate most about being single, Scribbs?

Catching murderers and having no one

to share it with?

No, it's a whole industry that goes with it,

the books, the jargon, the how-to-do-it articles,

the TV adverts, the clubs,

the people who wanna help.

The lovemaps?

Especially the lovemaps.

Heh, ha ha ha.

Anyway, what's the big deal?

Being single's actually quite fun.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly.

Sure, New Year's Eve's bad.

And Christmas.

Birthdays, too.

Of course, birthdays.

And weekends.

Goes without saying.

Mondays and Fridays can be a bit of a bastard,

you know, the whole beginning-and-end-of-the-week thing.

Fridays are hell.

And Wednesdays, sometimes Wednesdays,

middle of the week, no place to rest your head.

You know, for the same reason,

I find Thursdays a bit of a strain.

Well, Thursdays have always been a low point.

Tuesdays are fine though.

Tuesdays are completely brilliant.

Hmm, being single on a Tuesday's

an absolute breeze.

Exactly, so what's the problem?

Being single on Tuesdays is fine.

All that sorted then.

Completely.

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