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I'm sorry, that ending always gets to me.

Oh, me too.

I'm not usually this pathetic.

Emotions are important.

It was a very beautiful moment.

It's just so great to finally meet someone

who's prepared to open up

and show you how they actually feel about something.

This is a man we're talking about, right?

What don't you think men can be strong and sensitive?

Not if it involves doing two things

at the same time, no.

Need your advice on something?

What would you wear to the wedding reception of an ex?

Well, it depends on the history.

He dumped me for my best mate.

Right, let me just stop you right there.

No, right, listen.

If I don't go, it looks like I still care,

which I do, but I don't want them to know that.

What are my two rules about weddings?

You've got rules about weddings?

First off, if you catch a bouquet

don't give it to the cute little bridesmaid

just because she's someone's niece,

that child will end up getting married before you do.

And secondly, do not under any circumstances whatsoever

try and upstate the bride.

But he's marrying the best mate he dumped me for.

And adust the outfit.

Morning, ladies.

Boss.

Hope you've both had your breakfast.

Jogger found him an hour ago.

Is that the jogger we passed on the way in?

Yeah, Philip Whitmore.

We're getting a statement now.

What happened?

We won't know until the lab boys

have had a proper look at the body.

What about a time?

The fire investigator thinks the car

was torched about 10 last night.

Do we have a name?

We're running what's left

of the number plates through records now.

It might throw out something.

Anything else?

Well, apart from the fresh tracks, from the jogger,

there is one single other,

but not very distinct set of footprints.

Size eight, according to forensics.

Is that going towards the car or away from it?

Heading back up down the road.

The killers then?

Thanks.

Looks like we have a possible ID.

Gideon Finch, 48 years old, married,

no children, lives less than three miles from here.

Harlingford Avenue.

Millionaires row.

So who invited you to this wedding?

Him or her?

Him, there's nothing going on.

We just kept in touch, that's all.

All right, there was something going on.

It only lasted for five seconds.

It was before he got engaged.

Yep, this is it.

Wife's named Hannah.

I'll break the news.

Why can't I meet someone who lives in a place like this?

Because you go out with blokes

who think the Footsie 100 some kind of foreplay.

That's not fair.

Stanley had some pretty sound financial investments.

Buying a lottery ticket is not the same

thing as having sound financial investments, Scribbs.

Mrs. Finch.

Hello?

Hello, Mrs. Finch.

Is there anyone at home?

Mrs. Finch?

Mrs. Finch?

Ash.

Right, this is Detective Inspector Ashurst.

If anybody's here, please can you come out right now?

On three.

One, two, three.

And according to a neighbour,

Mrs. Finch left late last night with a man.

Looks like she took some clothes with her.

So what do we know about the blood on the door?

Well, only that there's more upstairs

on a towel in the bathroom.

Think she did this herself?

It's the classic pissed off woman look, boss.

Very popular right now with wives and girlfriends

who've reached the end of their tether.

And we found this upstairs on the bed.

What do you think?

I think for a pissed off woman, she's refreshingly brief.

Excuse me.

Sullivan.

Cheeky.

I know, we do the jokes.

Thank you.

Can't be certain yet, but the lab boys

think the Gideon Finch may have been drugged with Librium.

Nasty.

You've been reading your poisoner's weekly, Ash.

A spoonful will put you out cold.

Is it hard to get a hold of?

Difficult, not impossible.

Depends who you know.

So we say he was unconscious before

the car was set alight.

Horrible.

Well, we didn't start the fire, Scribbs,

but let's find out who did.

When did you last see your brother, Mr. Finch?

A couple of days ago.

And was everything okay?

I asked him if I could borrow some money.

He wasn't happy, and we had words.

Gideon didn't understand music.

He thought I was wasting my life.

The sound of the suburbs.

You know, when I lived in the city,

it was all night parties.

And I'm being tormented by piano lessons.

Your brother's wife, Hannah.

Do you know where she is?

Do you know if there are any problems with her and Gideon?

What do you mean?

Well, we think she was upset and we need to find out why.

Beth Whitmore.

She lives opposite.

Hannah thought she and Gideon were, well you know.

Were they?

I don't know.

Do you have any idea at all

where Hannah might be, Mr. Finch?

Do you mind if I ask what happened to your face?

I had a little difference

of opinion with a fellow motorist.

And when was that?

About 10, last night up by the Swan on Walpole Road.

The crazy bastard had just pulled out in front of me.

Did you report it?

No.

Why not?

It was a heat of the moment thing.

Anyway, I think he came off worse.

Well, thank you, sir.

And once again, I'm sorry for your loss.

Now, if you remember anything you think might help,

please let us know.

Next door's cat must have got it again.

Oh, perhaps it forgot it's pashmina.

Hannah Finch?

Maybe you should get dressed.

We need to talk to you.

I told you already I didn't kill him.

I wanted to about 10,000 times, I wanted to,

but I didn't do it.

Tell us about the blood on the door, Hannah?

It's Jamie's, he'd been in a fight.

He had to cut on his face of his blood all over his hands.

I helped him get cleaned up.

What time was this?

Just after 10, maybe.

I don't remember.

And did he always drop by that late?

He was worried about me.

He knew things were difficult with Gideon.

He just wanted to check I was okay.

Is that why you trashed your living room 'cause of Gideon?

He was screwing Beth Whitmore.

So you decided to run off with Jamie.

Like I said, I just needed to get away.

Rubbing salt in it a bit, isn't it,

leaving your husband for his brother?

I didn't have anywhere else to go.

So how long has this thing with Jamie been going on?

A few months?

Why wait til now to leave?

Maybe part of me still loved Gideon.

Or maybe part of you still loved his money.

And now you get it all, so it's quite a result really.

You seriously think I'd do that to my own home,

If I'd killed him?

Well, a suspicious person might assume

you did it precisely so we'd think just that.

Yeah, and you're not exactly inconsolable, are you Hannah?

I did everything I could to make that marriage work.

You want tears go cry them yourself.

I wasted too many on that bastard already.

That's not a house, that's a street.

Ah, Beth Whitmore?

Yes.

Detective Inspector Ashurst, Detective Sergeant Scribbins.

Would you mind if we had a word please?

Not again, you people have been here all morning.

This is a real nuisance.

One of them even asked to use the lavatory.

What is it, darling.

Mr. Whitmore.

They want to ask you more questions.

Actually, we wanted to talk to your wife.

Me?

It won't take long.

Well I, this is really awkward.

See, I have friends over.

It's our coffee morning.

Right, well, why don't you come in and join us?

Oh, Lisa darling, could you make sure.

My domestic help, today is supposed to be her ironing day,

but so far I have not managed

to get her out of the bathroom.

Ironing usually has that effect on me too.

Must be something she ate.

She has the most horrendous diet.

I can't even begin to tell you about it.

We drive Jeeps.

We eat salads.

We live in trophy houses.

It's what we do.

Hannah knew that, it's what she wanted.

Well it's what they both wanted,

only she nor Gideon could quite fit the bill.

And why was that?

They just weren't right for this area.

People think Harlingford Avenue's all about money,

but they're wrong.

It's about identity.

What type of person you are.

And what type of people were they?

Loud mostly, loud music, loud clothes, loud everything.

Filthy rich, with the emphasis on filth.

It was the same with the ball.

The ball?

Twice a year we hold a fundraising ball.

It's our way of trying to give something back.

Gideon wanted to sponsor a table,

but only if he could approve the guest list,

always had to be in control.

Mrs. Whitmore, could I have a word in private please?

Of course.

Mrs. Finch seems convinced there was something going

on between you and her husband.

Yes, I wondered when this was gonna come up.

There is not a shred of truth in any of it.

I can assure you, it's all in Hannah's mind.

But why would she say that?

Because of Gideon.

When he'd had a few drinks, which was more often than not,

he was apt to become, oh, how should I say it?

Over attentive.

Oh, the whole thing was just hideously embarrassing.

Yeah, I'm sure.

When was the last time you saw Gideon Finch, Mrs. Whitmore?

Two days ago, there was a ruckus outside.

Gideon was shouting at his brother.

I wanted to call the police, but Philip told me to wait.

Well I knew it would all blow over in a few minutes.

See that was the way Gideon worked.

Furious, one moment, all smiles the next.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh no, it's okay, Lisa.

I think we're just about finished, yes?

Yes, yes, thank you, Mrs. Whitmore.

You've been a great help.

Please do apologise to your friends

for any inconvenience we may have caused.

I'm sure, they'd agree with me when I say that

well, despite what we might have thought

about Gideon and Hannah,

none of us would've wished either of the many harm.

Of course.

Do you think they're happy,

the Stepford wives back there?

What, living a million pound houses,

wearing million pound clothes?

Hell no, must be a nightmare for them.

Was he that bad, Hannah?

Not in the beginning, but he changed.

I put up with the other women at first,

but he always wanted to rub my face in it.

Mrs. Whitmore claims there was nothing going on.

Mrs. Whitmore is a liar.

Gideon enjoyed hurting people.

It took me a long time, but I can see that now.

I hope he rots in hell.

Look she wouldn't hurt anyone.

She just puts on this tough act.

That's all it is.

It comes from being married to Gideon for nine years.

How long have you felt this way about her, Jamie?

Don't try and deny it.

You're obsessed with her.

It's even in the lyrics of this song you've written.

Where did you get that?

Must have picked up by accident earlier.

All right, I love her.

I'm not ashamed to admit that.

Yeah, it must have been tough though.

Gideon treating her so badly and you waiting and waiting

with all my heart aching.

We checked out your road rage story.

No one seems to remember an incident like

that in the spot you claim it took place.

So no one saw anything, big deal,

but I've got the evidence right here.

But it's a busy road.

There's a busy pub opposite.

You'd have thought someone would've seen or heard something.

We've done nothing wrong.

Now you accept that or you try and press charges.

Either way, I really don't give a damn.

Well, Hannah Finch sounds like a real charmer.

Well she is, boss.

You'd absolutely love her.

Now, what are we thinking?

Well, we think we don't have enough to arrest her.

So right now, what exactly do we have,

and starting with the victim?

Gideon Finch, hard-nosed, flash, made his money

flogging cheap jewellery.

Dodgy?

Just tat.

And it's good wife?

Ex-catalog model, found out the hard way,

the more money men have,

the more women they like to spend it on.

Sounds like a motive.

Everything sounds like a motive these days.

Ash?

Well, she's smarter than she looks.

She got herself, a house

in Harlingford Avenue for one thing.

What about our friend, the jogger?

Philip Whitmore, heart surgeon,

husband of the suppose mistress, lives opposite.

Is that just a coincidence?

Does he have an alibi?

Yeah, medical conference.

Didn't get home til midnight.

Just make sure we confirm that.

And Mrs. Whitmore?

Home alone, baking apparently.

Just goes to one of the coffee mornings, boss.

It's not as crazy as it sounds.

Okay, let's push this.

I don't wanna go in cold.

Yep.

You see Scribbs is all instinct.

She has a feel for things,

but I need facts.

Like the footprints for example, is that very,

very stupid or very clever?

And the location, was it deliberately chosen?

In fact, I think I'm gonna go back

there tomorrow and take another look.

Yeah, right, the murder scene,

that's the thing to be focusing on now.

Just stop talking about work.

There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge.

Just tell him about that.

Alex, there's a.

There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge?

Yes.

If you ask me your best friend, sounds a little bit weird.

Okay, two things, one, she's my colleague,

she's not my best friend and two,

she's not a little bit weird,

she's very, very, very weird.

Got ya.

On the night Gideon Finch was murdered,

you checked your car out of the hotel car park at 6.55,

even though the conference you were attending,

wasn't due to finish for another three hours.

I was tired.

I decided to cut loose a little early, that's all.

But in your statement,

you said you didn't get home till gone 12.

I stopped at a service station for a coffee.

You don't believe me.

With all due respect, sir, that's crap.

You aware of the rumours concerning

your wife and Mr. Finch.

This is suburbia.

There are always rumours, Detective Sergeant.

So didn't bother you then?

People choose to indulge in that sort of gossip,

that's their business.

I'm certainly not gonna lose any sleep over it.

Do you always jog up by the woods?

Sometimes, as I said, in my statement,

I go wherever the mood takes me.

I swear I had nothing whatsoever

to do with that man's death.

I'm a surgeon, I'm dedicated to saving lives.

So why did you leave the conference early?

I wanted to be sure.

If the rumours were true,

I wanted to see for myself.

And did you?

There's a spot about half an hour from here.

I pass it every time I come home.

Beth and I used to go up there sometimes.

In winter, it's quite beautiful.

You can see the whole of suburbia lit up.

On the drive home last night,

I suddenly had the urge to go up there again.

Sitting up there, I realised something,

love without trust isn't worth a damn.

So I waited till just before 12,

then I continued the journey home.

Hello, thought you might like something hot to drink.

No thanks.

Where would I be without this beautiful woman?

Aww.

See how she looks after me?

Well, I'm off.

I've got to sort out the final

arrangements for Saturday's ball.

These ladies who lunch.

If they can't save a few lepers,

they don't feel justified in buying that second Chanel bag.

Don't let him kid you.

He likes to dress up just as much as the rest of us.

Anyway, sir, til this is sorted out,

No trips abroad, hey?

Who's there?

I'm a police officer!

I want you to come out right now!

Stop!

Please, please, I haven't done anything, please.

Why did you run?

I panicked.

I haven't done anything wrong.

I just, I just don't wanna get involved if that's all.

Did you leave those flowers?

Yeah.

Were you friends?

We said hello.

That's all?

Can you account for your movements

between eight and 10:00 PM on the night

that Gideon Finch was murdered?

Why are you asking me that?

Just answer the question.

I was at home watching television.

Can anyone verify that?

Oh no, I live on my own.

Are you feeling better

because you were sick weren't you

the other day when we called?

Oh, some sort of a stomach bug, I'm fine.

How long have you known Mrs. Whitmore?

15 years.

She took me under a wing when I first arrived here.

I joke sometimes that in another life,

I'll marry the wealthy husband

and then she can be my cleaner.

Do you resent that?

No, she's always really good to me.

I mean, she pays me good money,

and I have holidays whenever I need them.

Any problems, she sorts them out.

Was Beth Whitmore having an affair with Gideon Finch?

It's a yes or a no, Lisa?

No.

I don't believe.

You know, every murder investigation

throws up a number of innocent people.

They haven't done anything wrong, but they know something.

Now I believe you're one of those people.

So I'm gonna ask you again,

was Beth Whitmore having an affair with Gideon Finch?

You don't understand.

I mean last year alone,

we raised over £25,000 for charity.

People seem to think we just sit around

all day having our hair done,

but I like them to spend their day

and they'd soon see that.

Could you just excuse me for one moment?

Sorry about this, Mrs. Whitmore,

but am I afraid we need to have another word?

Well, this is very inconvenient.

I'm giving an interview for the local press.

It's about Amber.

Do you think I could have a proper drink?

What would you like?

Oh, I seemed to recall that Amber

was rather partial to dry martini.

Excuse me, can we get a dry martini please?

So Gideon was one of your clients?

We used to meet at the same hotel every fortnight,

usually on a Wednesday.

£300 a time, it's a lot of cash.

Yeah, well he got his money's worth.

So what changed?

I met Philip.

It was raining and I ran for shelter

and he was standing there.

We looked at each other.

It was like a film.

Anyway, six weeks later we were married.

Thank you.

And Philip never knew?

At a conservative guess, I must have slept with 500 men.

Not exactly the sort of thing

you tell the love of your life, so no, no he never knew.

We moved out here.

He made consultant.

I learned to bake and we've been happy,

really happy for 10 wonderful years.

And then one day the past came calling?

Yes, of all the places in all the world,

he had to move in here.

Did he recognise you?

Oh, straight away.

I wanted to keep things adult for the sake

of our partners if for nothing else,

but he wanted, well, he wanted Amber.

I gave in because I thought I could control it.

I was wrong.

Did you arrange to see Gideon Finch the night he died?

Yes, because I wanted it to stop.

And he said that if I met him one more time,

then he would leave me alone.

And you he believed him?

Well, I was at my wits end.

He was threatening to tell Philip.

And so you agreed?

Yes, we arranged to meet at,

it's an Italian restaurant, about 10 minutes from here.

So what happened?

Well, I mean, he never showed up.

I must have waited for, it was over two hours, but nothing.

And that was the last you ever heard from him?

Yes, I didn't know anything until yesterday.

Look, I'm really begging you.

Can you not tell Philip about this please?

Because we've been really happy and this would kill him.

In all the years I've been here,

I've never had a public complaint before.

You mind my kitchen now, all right?

Can you believe these public health bastards?

15 years I've been here.

Now we get one silly little complaint

and they're trying to close me down, I.

If you could just take a look.

Which day was it again?

The ninth.

The ninth.

Ah, here we are.

Tuesday, the ninth, eight o'clock table for two,

booked in the name of Gideon Finch.

Is there a number?

Whereabouts was she sitting?

Table 15.

And she was definitely on her own?

Ooh, it was a very busy night, but I think so, yes.

Oh, you don't know what time she left, do you?

As I said, it was very busy,

but sometime after 10, I think.

Thanks, you've been a great help.

It's a pleasure.

Thank you.

Hey, what you going with all those bags?

You've just taken half of my kitchen out.

Now what else are you gonna take, eh?

I don't wanna rush you, Scribbs

but Alex is due here in less than an hour.

I still can't believe he was crying again.

Hey, we just made love, it was a very emotional moment.

Yeah, so?

Just say something bad about him now,

and I'm gonna hit you.

Well, what do you think?

I'm not sure.

What do you mean, it's perfect.

Yeah, but.

But what?

Look this says it all.

It's sophisticated and successful.

Yeah, I know.

It's just that hoping

for something a little bit sexier.

Oh, I get it.

You wanna be the wedding slut?

The what?

The wedding slut.

The one in the short skirt crying in the loo.

No, I don't wanna be that, I just want to.

What?

You know.

To show him what is missing?

Yeah.

Right, okay, major warning,

show him what he's missing, soon turns into show

him I'm still available.

The wedding slut is the mistress in waiting, Scribbs.

She's the shag on tap?

No, it's not like that at all.

It's just, oh god, I am.

I'm the wedding slut.

See what I'm saying?

I'm just gonna forget the whole thing.

Tell him I can't come.

Well, you do that, and this bitch who stole your husband,

she just gets away with it.

So what am I supposed to do?

You wear the suit.

These clothes don't say, see what you're missing.

They say, this is something you can never have.

There's a difference, Scribbs, believe me.

The three people with most to gain from Gideon's death

are Hannah, his wife.

She gets the money.

Jamie, his younger brother.

He gets Hannah.

And Beth, the neighbour.

Well, she gets rid of her past.

What about Beth's husband?

Well, if he knew about Gideon

and her previous life than maybe, yes,

but right now we don't have the motive.

Oh, what's that?

It's my reconstruction of the crime scene, boss.

Barbie and Ken?

Always knew it were done badly, didn't you?

Scribbs has got a very good theory about the footprints.

Gideon Finch was a size eight.

The footprints we have perfectly match his.

Yeah, but a dead man can't walk to his own funeral.

No, listen.

Right, our killer arrives, parks the car,

walks back to Gideon, gets in his car

and together they drive off the road and into the woods.

Another Barbie and Ken moment?

That's what mine always got up to.

What if Barbie administer the Librium disguised in a drink,

waits until Ken's unconscious.

Then puts on his shoes,

dowses the car in petrol and then walks back to her car,

still wearing his shoes.

Forensics confirm that they can't find

any trace of Gideon shoes.

It's possible that they perished in the fire.

It's equally possible that they were removed beforehand.

So we're saying the killer was a woman?

Maybe.

Thanks, or maybe not.

I think we just got a break.

Cheers.

Hope you don't mind, the front door was open?

What do you want?

I've just been around your flat, Jamie.

Neighbour seemed to think you are moving out.

Yeah, well I'm staying here with Hannah for a while.

Step into your brother's shoes, so to speak.

Jamie's helping me get through this.

Just say what it is you come to say and clear off.

Yeah, I've got a problem with your alibi,

specifically the part about the road rage incident.

What do you mean?

Well, a witness has come forward.

He claims he saw a fight between you and another man.

And why is that a problem?

That just confirms my story.

He confirms it, yes.

Trouble is, he places the incident

two miles from where your brother was murdered

and not at Walpole Road where you said it took place.

I can explain.

I do hope so.

He was following Gideon?

Yeah, Jamie wanted to prove

there was something going on with Beth,

mainly so he could convince Hannah to leave Gideon for him.

But this other guy cuts him up.

Jamie gets out, next thing, it's pistols and dawn.

By the time it's all over, Gideon and is long gone.

So Jamie drives back to Hannah, still bleeding,

hence the blood on the door.

Hannah decides she's finally had enough.

They get him cleaned up and they leave together.

Okay, but how does this change things?

Because if we follow Jamie's route,

we can see that Gideon wasn't driving to the restaurant

to meet Beth, he was driving to the woods.

He was gonna meet someone there first?

And according to Antonio,

Beth was in his restaurant from eight till just gone 10.

That makes it impossible for her to have killed Gideon.

Unless she's found a way of being

in two places at the same time.

So we are back to square one air one.

Got a decent frock in your wardrobe, Ash?

Sorry.

Beth Whitmore has just sent over

these tickets for annual winter ball.

I think you should go.

Might jump start the investigation.

I think I might have something

stuffed away in the bag somewhere.

Scribbs?

I'm up for it, boss.

Any excuse to dress up.

Why don't you come?

Yeah, we could do with a backup.

So there's three key motivating factors to any murder,

desire, despair, and need.

So for example, I'm in a queue at the bank

and I need to be served.

And I despair because the idiot in front of me

is telling the cashier his entire life story.

And I very much desire that he dies, now.

What's the matter?

That's all you ever talk about.

Sorry.

Murder, death.

I don't know how you can stand it.

It's my job.

I don't think this is gonna work.

What you mean us?

Well, there's other stuff I do apart from gruesome stuff.

You know, there's fraud and car theft,

and robbery, armed robbery.

I'm not being funny, Alex,

but you're the one who's breaking up with me,

so shouldn't I be doing that?

I can't help it.

I hate breaking up, even when it's my idea.

♪ Hey everybody gonna have some fun ♪

♪ You only live once ♪

♪ When you're dead you're done ♪

♪ Let the good time roll ♪

♪ Let the good time roll ♪

I just can't believe he dumped me like that.

And at lunchtime too, no one gets dumped at lunchtime.

At least he picked an nice restaurant for it.

You're not making me feel any better, Scribbs.

When Danny dumped me,

he just left a message on my answer phone.

You're still not making me feel any better.

Ash, I hate to say this,

but don't you think a little bit

of this might be your fault?

You're not exactly divorced from the job, are you?

Maybe he's a really nice guy, who's just got a bit scared.

You know, he called you a weirdo?

Little cry baby.

Now I feel better.

The merry widow.

If you were married to a woman like

that and you thought she was having an affair,

what would you do?

Are you asking whether or not I think

her husband killed Gideon Finch?

I'm just interested in your opinion as a man.

Well, that would depend on the woman.

I'm talking about someone you love with a real passion,

someone that you'd throw away the rule book for.

I can't answer that.

Are you scared you might incriminate yourself?

Would you like to dance, Kate?

Hello, enjoying yourself?

Very much, thank you.

Your Mr. Sullivan's rather gorgeous.

You're not letting an opportunity

slip through your fingers there?

Actually, he's a little bit of a mystery.

Oh, there's nothing mysterious about men.

Trust me, I know about this.

You can certainly say that again.

Hannah.

What's this then, police protection?

Detective Sergeant Scribbins

and her colleagues are guests of mine.

Yeah, well I thought I'd come and do my bit for charity.

From what I hear you've been doing rather

a lot of that since Gideon died.

No, it's it's fine.

It's all fine, absolutely fine.

You're nothing better than a whole, Beth.

I just wanted you to know that.

Hannah.

Right, I think that's self defence.

Wouldn't you agree?

Not a good idea, Hannah.

Let go of me.

Make any more of this,

and I'll have to arrest you, I mean it.

Now, if I was you, I'd go home,

and I'd take Jamie with you.

You have to admit she's got style.

I can spend the next thousand years looking for something

for this wedding and still not look half as good as that.

Why don't you just wear what I told you to wear?

Because on you, it works.

On me, I look like someone from Atomic Kitten,

trying to pretend she's got A-levels.

If you really want him to notice you,

Scribbs, just be yourself.

It's not like simple, Ash.

Men don't see inner beauty.

It's not the package they care about, it's the wrapping.

In that case, why don't you just wear a wedding dress?

With any luck, he might marry you instead.

What?

I'm just gonna call the office to check something.

Well, as always, it's just great

to see so many faces back again this year,

which goes to show that the arm twisting really did work.

So keep on giving

and keep on believing in yourselves

and oh, just have fun.

Okay, thanks so much.

What's going on?

Lisa.

Lisa's having trouble remembering

what happened the night of Gideon's murder.

I think maybe we confused her.

She told you, she was at home.

That's right, isn't it, Lisa?

Yeah.

Well, no. Mrs. Whitmore.

We think Lisa was at the restaurant instead of you.

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

Well, no one really remembers faces

in a place that busy do they?

All they remember is a woman

about the same age eating alone.

And your point is?

With Lisa sitting at the restaurant,

you had an opportunity to meet Gideon and to kill him.

Somehow I think you're gonna

have a hard time proving that in a court of law.

The fish was off.

Okay, now you've really lost me.

Nine people had the fish that night

and nine people were violently sick the next day.

Public health was called in.

And I've just check your bill.

You had the fish too.

But you weren't sick the next day,

were you Mrs. Whitmore?

That was Lisa.

We saw her, remember?

I didn't say anything.

Sweetheart.

I didn't say anything.

Shush, I know it's all right.

Listen, all I told her was that I was

going to talk to Gideon.

That's all she knew.

Do you understand?

You met Gideon.

You drove down into the woods in his car.

How did you get him to take the Librium?

Please, always like to drink our Gideon.

And then you put on Gideon's shoes to disguise your

footprint, dowsed the car in petrol.

After you'd set at a light,

you walked back to your car and drove home

in time to meet Philip from the conference.

I was Amber for seven years.

You can't even begin to imagine what that was like.

He wanted to drag me back to that place,

to take away everything that I have,

everything that I've become.

Couldn't let that happen.

I am Bethany Whitmore.

No one's gonna take that away from me.

No one.

Beth.

Oh, Phillip, darling, I.

Darling, I'm so so sorry.

Oh, just thought you'd like to know,

Beth's husband is bringing in a sharp lawyer.

Looks like they're gonna fight this all the way.

Wow, what are her chances?

Well, most of what we have so far is circumstantial.

So if she can hold out in court, who knows.

Going somewhere?

Yeah, wedding reception.

Looking good.

You look fantastic.

Thanks, boss.

Anyway, I'll see you both Monday.

You might as well go too.

What about?

No it's okay, it's fine, I'll finish off.

No, I will, really, really, I'm fine.

Sure?

Yes, yes, go on.

All right, I'll call you later,

let you know how it went.

Okay, have a good time.

Hey, Scribbs.

Don't worry, if I catch the bouquet, I'm keeping it.

Doesn't matter how cute she is.

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