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Does it take you back?

Stop me before I join them.

What do you think, son?

You reckon I've still got
the moves?

Perfect! Well done! Bravo!

Sorry. My bombershay
was all over the place.

- Don't worry.
- I'm sorry.

I don't think anyone noticed.

You were great out there.

Lying cow.

Always a pleasure.

I, uh, just wanted to say
break a leg.

In a good way.

Thank you. That's kind.

Hey. Water under the bridge.

Ray.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this wonderful
competition,

which the Wilder
Biorobotics Institute

is immensely proud to sponsor.

The institute is very dear
to us,

The promise of mended lives.

Surely, that is something
truly worth celebrating.

For the next four evenings, the
best dancers will go toe-to-toe.

And I am delighted to say
that at the end,

the trophy
for the winning couple

will be presented
by Andrew's daughter Heather.

Now please join me
in welcoming back our dedicated,

our deft,
our delightful dancers.

Well, someone has been reading
her thesaurus.

Oh, I thought she did okay.

Well, you're much nicer than me.

Well, don't know about that.

May I?

Charmer.

It's just as well one of us is.

I'm done.

Already?

I've shown my face,
proved I'm a good sport.

Isn't that enough?

There'll be
other competitions, Rosie.

Rosie.

What did you think, Dad?

I think you worked very hard.

But did you enjoy it?

I'm tired.

I'd like to go home.

Patience, okay?

You were wonderful. Come here.

Rosa Corrigan...
37, lived alone,

freelance journalist.

- Who found her?
- A neighbor.

When she didn't answer the door,
he went 'round the side.

- Glass was smashed.
- So burglary gone wrong?

Yeah. Maybe.

She's still got all her jewelry,

and the laptop
and the TV are still here...

And all her awards.

For what, journalism?

Pasodoble.

I saw her last night.

She was at the opening gala
for some ballroom dance contest.

She wasn't competing.

I wonder why.

Didn't think glitz and glamour
were your thing, sir.

They're not.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Lace?

Tulle. Good for ball gowns.

Mm. You're the expert.

Of course.

I've got several hanging
in my wardrobe.

Really?

I ran them up myself.

Nothing I like better...
You know, in between cooking,

cleaning, and conforming
to gender stereotypes.

Sorry.

And that's what killed her?

Looks like it.

I'll know more
when I get back to the lab.

She put up quite a fight.
Anything under her fingernails?

You mean some nice DNA traces?

A man can hope.

When I get back to the lab.

- Thanks.
- Sir.

How about a time of death?

I'd say not earlier than 11:00
last night

and not later than 3:00
this morning.

- I'll know more when I get b...
- When you get back to the lab.

- I know.
- Which do you want?

You can have it quick
or you can have it right.

How about both?

It wasn't a break-in.

See where the cat came in?

It rained last night,

and the lawn's been
freshly mowed.

No footprints?

And the other doors and windows?

No sign of forced entry.

I'd say whoever it was
came in through the front door.

So they either had keys
or they were let in.

Afterwards, they broke the glass
and tried to fake a burglary.

Whichever way,

Rosa Corrigan almost certainly
knew her killer.

Where are we on next of kin?

Her brother,
Corporal Duncan Corrigan.

- He's been informed?
- Yeah.

Let's talk to him.

And take a look at her laptop.

Find out what stories
she was working on.

See if she'd opened
any cans of worms.

Or just quick-stepped
on someone's toes.

- Very droll, Winter.
- Thank you, sir.

Try not to make it a habit.

It was Rosa that saved my life.

I was in Afghanistan.

Op Herrick. Three tours.

Well, nearly.

Five more days
and I'd have done it.

So close.

What happened?

An IED.

Tore the transport vehicle
apart.

Killed two guys.

They were gone...

like that.

And they don't come home.

But I did.

Well, most of me.

I guess that makes me
the lucky one, right?

Whoo.

I'm sorry.

It was Rosa that said
I should come and live here.

It's the first house we lived in
when we moved over from Canada.

I mean, I grew up in this house.

Rosa said it was empty,
and, well, Mom and Dad died.

It's like a little piece
of them.

I had a little money set aside,
so I want to rescue it.

A project.

That's what Rosa said I needed.

My baby sister, hey?
Always looking out for me.

Why couldn't I do the same
for her?

Ooh. Sorry.

- Sorry.
- It's okay.

A bit rubbish today.

Hey. You're gonna be great.

- Shall we try again?
- Yeah.

Yeah. She left the gala early.

She didn't like
being a spectator.

You didn't leave with her?

No.

Do you know what your sister
was working on at the moment?

No. Sorry.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to hurt her?

Why do you ask?

Any arguments, disputes, feuds?
Anything recent?

No. They said it was a burglary.
Wrong time, wrong place.

That's what they... I mean...

- She didn't mention anything?
- No.

No. She...

No. There was something.

A week ago,
she was cycling home.

Someone tried to run her
off the road.

Did she see who it was?

No. It was night.

The car was black or dark blue.

She didn't get a good look,
so she didn't report it.

But there's this other dancer.

Like, hates the fact
that Rosa always beats her.

I mean, Rosa was convinced
it was her.

Does she have a name?

Yeah. Tanya.

Tanya Brzezinski.

- Your dad was a dancer?
- Yeah. Competed too.

Regionals.
We took him with us last night.

It was all I could do
to stop him joining in.

- Your dad's here?
- He's staying with us.

He's down for a friend's
diamond wedding.

Sarah's idea
that he stayed with us.

Turn it into a little holiday.

Oh, that's nice.

Or not.

And a-one, two, three.

Two, two, three.

Three, two, three.

Four... Excellent, Maurice!

Back straight.
Posture, posture, posture!

Of course I didn't hate her.

I'd have to give a damn first.

You didn't resent
her beating you?

You make it sound like
a regular occurrence.

The last three times, it was.

One of those,
the judges were clearly swayed

by the amount of mascara
Rosa had on.

It's obviously a novelty
in Kettering.

Could you tell us
what time you left the ballroom?

Stay with it.

Why?

You don't think I had anything
to do with her death, do you?

Backs straight.

I...

We left some time after 11:00,
I suppose.

Both of you?

I dropped Anton at his place
and went home to bed.

Alone?

That's right.

Just me, a mug of cocoa,
and my winceyette jimjams.

Oh, the glamour.

And Mr. Walsh?

You'd have to ask him.

We're dance partners.
That's all.

Did you run Rosa Corrigan
off the road a week ago?

Oh, now you're being ridiculous.

Of course I didn't!

Tanya, darling,
we're having a bit of trouble

with our reverse chassé
to the right.

Can we demo?

Are we done here?

For now.

Oh, uh, one thing.

Do you know why Rosa Corrigan
wasn't competing last night?

She couldn't.

No partner, no rhumba.

Them's the rules.

I reckon it was just Alex's way
to get shot of Rosa.

And who amongst us
can blame him?

He left her?

He was deported.

Five minutes.

He's tired. Some other time.

We can come back. It's okay.

Five minutes, you say?

Tops.

I've just got some papers
for you to sign.

- Andrew...
- It's okay.

I'm not an invalid... yet.

I can still...

- Uh, manage.
- Manage. Yes. Thank you.

- Will you wait for me?
- Mm-hmm.

How are the Chinese light bulbs?

In the bag.

Ray's hoping to sign contracts
within 10 days.

You're my son's business
partner, my daughter's fiancé.

You've got your feet firmly
under the table, haven't you?

I don't think about it
like that, sir.

Get some rest, okay?

Yes, miss.

One hurdle down.
Three more to go.

Um...

Uh, Rach?

What?

Uh, I'll, uh,
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Where's Dad?

He's reading to Betty.

You could try a bit harder,
you know.

He is your dad.

I'm being nice, aren't I?

Nice.

Okay.
Just don't expect miracles.

Wow. They're good, aren't they?

Rosa Corrigan
and Alexei Kovolenko...

In any competition,
the ones to beat.

Yeah. I can believe it.

We'd have seen them last night.

We'd have seen them last night

if he hadn't been arrested
at Heathrow.

What happened?

Kovolenko stepped off a plane
from New York,

was detained
and sent home to Russia.

One way of stopping them
dancing.

Killing her being another.

So the authorities knew
when he was flying in?

Immigration were waiting
for him.

I wonder who told them.

Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy.

It's when gene abnormalities
cause the heart muscle

to become thick.

As a result, it's vulnerable
to potentially fatal rhythms.

A heart attack?

That's how she died?
Not asphyxiation?

Not directly.

I found traces of aspirated
vomit in her trachea.

I'd say the tulle made her gag,
which triggered a panic attack,

which in turn caused an SCD.

Which is?

Sudden cardiac death.

So literal.

Could anyone have known

that she was likely to have
a heart attack?

I doubt she knew herself.

In the vast majority of SCDs,

the first symptom
is death itself.

So murder... or manslaughter?

I know you like a good murder.
I'm just not sure this is one.

Any traces
under her fingernails?

None.

So apart from one half-hearted
blow to her head,

there's no bruising,
no defensive wounds.

No evidence of any sort
of struggle.

But the room was trashed,

Like she'd gone 15 rounds
with someone.

So I'm guessing that was done
after she died

to make it look like
there'd been a fight.

No burglar. No fight.

And probably not even
the intention to kill.

And yet here she is,
all the same.

Someone made a bad mistake.

See what we can find out

about Rosa Corrigan
being run off the road.

Pity she didn't report it.
There'd be a record somewhere.

Even so,
check CCTV for that night.

And see if any speeding tickets
were issued, that sort of thing.

- You never know.
- Yes, sir.

And while you're at it,
get hold of immigration.

Someone tipped them off
about Alexei Kovolenko.

There must be a record of that
somewhere.

Meanwhile, tech got into
Rosa Corrigan's computer.

This is what she was working on
recently.

Chili-eating competition.

Amateur speed camera success.

Car-park appeal going ahead.

Not exactly Woodward
and Bernstein.

Never mind.

She was also doing a piece
on Heather Wilder.

Andrew Wilder's daughter?

Yeah. The High Street King.

Heather Wilder was at
the dance contest last night.

The whole clan were.

I had a look at what
Andrew Wilder's Paradisum Group

was worth last year.

Mm.

You don't make
that sort of money

without doing a few things
best kept secret.

I wonder what Rosa Corrigan
dug up.

Neurorehabilitation.
That's the goal.

We help stroke victims,
those who have lost limbs

or are paralyzed,
from birth or from an accident.

At the moment,
it's prohibitively expensive

to offer this sort of care.

But we think 3-D printing
will change all that.

And that?

We also have another branch
that focuses primarily

on the industrial uses
of robotics...

Making workers more efficient,
maximizing productivity.

Why is it behind glass?

It's not always a good idea
to mix man and machine.

Machine usually wins.

It's very impressive.

One day, Inspector, robots
will be doing your job, too.

Is that a promise or a threat?

Perhaps a bit of both.

Rosa was plugging
the competition, mostly.

But it's an opportunity
to advertise what we do here.

You were happy
she was writing it?

Why wouldn't I be?

Oh, sorry.
I didn't know you were busy.

It's fine. This is...

D.C.I. Barnaby.

The police?

Uh, the journalist
who interviewed me,

she was killed.

My God.

And you are?

Where's my manners?
Jake Hannity.

Jake's here helping me
for when we float the business

Later this year,
but mostly he's my fiancé.

Ah.

What were your movements
on the night Rosa died?

I was at the dance gala,
and then I went home with Jake.

And you were both
at home all night?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Was Rosa just writing about you?

Uh, all of us, really.

I know she spoke to my father,
my brother, Ray,

um, Lilly, obviously.

My stepmother.

In fact, I saw her and Rosa
butting heads at the gala.

They argued?

Proper little ding-dong.

What about?

Lilly probably wanted to make it
all about her.

She usually does.

You don't think much of her?

I try not to think of her
at all.

Thank you, Ms. Wilder.

Thanks, man.

Mr. Corrigan.

What are you doing here?

Guinea-pigging.

I let them try out
their prototypes on me,

and, uh, I tell them
where they're getting it wrong.

Pretty soon you'll be able
to strap on

one of these exoskeleton gizmos

and you won't be able to tell
the difference.

Inspector Barnaby.

Rosa's stuff.

That comes to me, right,
as next of kin?

When we've finished with it.

I wrote her some letters...
You know, from Afghanistan.

Photos of guys who...

Well, you know.

It'd be nice
to have that stuff back.

Just the paper stuff.
No hard drives or memory sticks.

No computer.

I'll see you get everything.

Thank you.

Winter.

Sir, I spoke to immigration.

The tip-off
about Alexei Kovolenko

was logged at 6:47 the morning
he was due in at Heathrow.

It was sent through to them
from the 999 switchboard.

I've requested a recording
of the call.

- Did they get a name?
- No.

But it was made from a phone box
in Midsomer Mallen.

I thought I'd ask around,
see if anyone saw anything.

They might
that early in the morning.

You never know.

Did you manage
to correct the problem

with the sagittal joints?

I think so.

- And how's the interface?
- I'm working on it.

In time? It's important, Warren.

I'll have it done. Don't worry.

You're a lifesaver.

Forgive me.

Between meetings,
I'm learning to walk again.

Apparently I have to concentrate
on large steps and, um...

The correct heel strike.

And that.

Corticobasal degeneration,
Inspector.

My brain's packing in...
a-a few cells... at a time,

and it doesn't end well.

Um, six to eight years,
they reckon.

And I've already done three,
so...

I'm sorry.

That's why I started
the institute.

They can't do anything for me,
but maybe... someone else.

And that's got to be worthwhile.

Better than selling
and buying schmutter.

A retail empire
is a bit more than that.

It's all about buying
and selling, Inspector.

My daughter's got to learn that
when I step down.

Heather's taking over Paradisum?

In a year or so, maybe sooner.

It all depends on, um...

Did Rosa Corrigan know
about this?

If she did, I didn't tell her.
None of her business.

And how does your son, Ray, feel
about his sister taking over?

Uh, I'm sorry, Inspector.

My husband has an appointment.

Probably relieved.

Ray is not really cut out
for business.

And Heather is?

She understands.

Survival of the, um...

Darwin's natural what's-it...
Um, fittest.

Yeah.

We might have the, uh, the cars,
the helicopters, the yachts,

but it's still a street fight,
Inspector.

Always will be.

Thank you.

Heather has always been able
to get what she wants.

Daddy's little girl.

You don't approve?

Naked ambition is never
attractive.

You don't want to take over?

I don't have the stomach.

I'm not sure I believe that.

How well did you know
Rosa Corrigan?

I didn't.

So what did you row about
at the gala?

It wasn't a row.

Your stepdaughter, Heather,
says different.

Oh, I'm sure she does.

Gliding the knife in, was she?

I don't think
she's your biggest fan.

Imagine my surprise.

Rosa wanted to talk to Andrew
again about him stepping down.

It was fairly clear
she wanted to write a piece

about the family...
Tensions, rivalries.

Cheap and obvious.

I told her
it wasn't going to happen.

And she disagreed?

She wasn't happy about it,
but...

I have watched this disease
eat away the man I love.

And it won't stop until it
destroys him completely.

I want what is left of his life
to be as easy as possible.

And I will do what it takes
to see that it is.

What did you do
after the opening gala?

Andrew and I came home.

He was tired,
so I put him to bed.

And after that?

Curled up with a bottle of wine.

Can anyone vouch for you?

Inspector.

Had I wanted to, I could simply
have picked up the phone.

Paradisum has
hot and cold running lawyers.

Paradisum has
hot and cold running lawyers

whose job it is
to deal with much bigger fish

than Rosa Corrigan.

I could have shut her down
in a heartbeat.

Why would I kill her?

It's... inelegant.

You didn't see anyone
making a call?

No. No. Sorry.

- No. No.
- No.

- Sorry.
- Okay. Thanks.

Sorry.

Rosa asked me a few questions
about Heather.

That's all.

Memories as kids,
that sort of stuff.

Did you know Rosa had a row
with your stepmother?

No.

She wanted to write about rifts
in the family.

I wouldn't know about that.

The rifts or the fact that she
wanted to write about them?

Both.

And there... there are no rifts.

Ah.

Do you mind?
I have to compete later.

You make it look easy.

Thank you.

I'm guessing
that's the hard part.

Well, you should give it a try.

Really?

- Never too old to start.
- Oh?

Just, uh, begin
with a few gentle stretches.

That's it.

Then swap over.

It helps if you know
your point of balance.

It's vital.

Really?

Well, unlike our center
of gravity,

which moves
depending on the shape we make,

our point of balance stays
pretty much in the same place.

But move a few inches away,

you get the urge to step
in that direction, to topple.

You can't help yourself.

- Ooh!
- There it is.

Null points, I'm afraid.

I'll recover.

You take dancing very seriously.

Yes.

More than your father does,
I suspect.

I try not to worry too much
about what my father thinks.

The call was made 100 yards
from where you live.

Do you honestly think
I'm that petty?

I think it was an easy solution

to an increasingly
frustrating problem.

And I'm wondering if
Rosa Corrigan maybe found out.

When was the call made?

Wednesday the 27th.

I was at a dance teachers'
conference in Newcastle.

You can check.

Whoever made that call,
it wasn't me.

Tan. Come on.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to polish my cha-cha-cha.

I think I've got something, sir.

There were two separate
complaints of dangerous driving

the night that Rosa Corrigan
was run off the road.

They were logged
but never followed up.

Any details?

Yeah. A black hatchback,
possibly a VW.

And a partial plate...
An S or a 5 and an A.

Get on to DVLA.
See what you can dig up.

Hi.

Rach?

What's happened?

Someone put this through
my letter box.

They've hacked my accounts.

These... get a bit more personal.

It came with this.

What am I gonna do?

Haven't you a home to go to?

DVLA have come back.

Three vehicles in the Midsomer
area match the details...

One belonging to this guy,
Warren Cunningham.

I saw him.

He works at the Wilder
Biorobotics Institute.

Is there anything that links him
to Rosa Corrigan?

His Facebook page...
On his mum's birthday.

He's Tanya Brzezinski's son.

Don't work too late.

As if.

He took out his mum's rival?

It's certainly a possibility.

Ah. Quite the devoted son.

Who is?

Pretty sure it's not this one,
eh?

- Morning, sweetheart.
- Morning.

- Thanks, Dad.
- It's a joke!

He's so serious.

He always was.

You want to lighten up, son.

Baby steps.

Bye.

It was an accident.

I'd been working 23 hours
nonstop.

It all happened so quickly.

I...

She hadn't got any lights,

and I didn't see anything
until the last moment.

I swerved, and because I didn't
feel a bump or anything...

You just assumed
everything was fine.

I didn't know
there was anything wrong

until Rosa started shouting
at me.

Twenty-three hours nonstop?

A bit above and beyond,
isn't it?

I like to get things right.

I'm sure
you can appreciate that.

Your mother and Rosa Corrigan
were rivals, weren't they?

You didn't share
your mother's resentment?

I can't remember a time when Mum
wasn't obsessed with dancing...

competing, rehearsing,
always traveling,

always somewhere else,
barely seeing me.

My whole life.

I hate it.

If she never danced
another step, I'd be happy.

So no, I didn't share
her resentment,

I didn't care about her rival,
and I sure as hell

didn't deliberately run Rosa
off the road.

Heather! Jakey boy!

How's that prototype leg
coming on?

Yeah. It's great.

Great.
I've got a fitting this evening.

Pretty soon I'll be looking like
ze Terminator.

Except, you know,
without the explosions

and the... the acc... Never mind.

I'm seeing Ray this afternoon.

He wants to talk to your father.

The Chinese deal going ahead?

With luck and a following wind.

Thanks.

Ray is so lucky to have you.

Well, he doesn't have me.

You do.

Dad's back.

Jake?

Hey. Look at me. Hey.
Hey, hey! Look at me.

Look at me. It's okay.
Look at me. It's okay.

It's okay. Look at me.
It's okay. It's okay.

I'd say Warren Cunningham's
pretty close to the edge.

Mm. Question is
what put him there.

Mm.

Come on.

Okay?

Okay?

I'm getting there.

It's the helicopter.
I'm... s-sorry.

- I'm sorry. I just...
- Hey. Hey.

I was there too, remember?

Think I'm not right back in Musa
whenever a helicopter goes over?

The sound of the Apaches
approaching,

relief as those wokkas
hit the terries where it hurt?

Forget it, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

Come on. Let's go.

I'm impressed.

Well, I've seen a lot of cases.

What it can do to you...
Here and out there.

You served too?

Afghanistan.

No one understands. Not really.

You had to be there.

The margin on these things
is... is off the chart.

And we have the exclusive
import rights.

Yeah. It's a license
to print money, Dad.

So you're gonna make a deal.

Congratulations. Then what?

Oh, I don't...

One deal. So what?

Come back to me
when you've made 20 deals.

- But, Dad, this is...
- You can't play at this, Ray.

You've got to choose...
The real world or...

sequins.

You underestimate him.

You don't have to choose.

Why is it never enough?

I just want to show him,
just once,

that I can do something well,
that I'm as...

as good as anyone.

You already are.

Right now, it should be me
looking out for you.

We'll look out for each other.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

A bit, you know...

Like a horse. Um... knackered.

I heard what happened earlier
to Duncan.

Jake said it was the helicopter
that set him off.

Well, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

Maybe you should go
and check on him.

I don't need to do that.

Even so.

I love you.

I know.

- Morning.
- Hi.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

The full report
on Rosa Corrigan.

Oh. Impressively hefty.

No stone. That's me.

Medical history, external,
internal, histology.

Ah. Toxicology.

Alcohol.

No traces of cocaine
or marijuana?

Were you expecting them?

Not really, but you get
the odd surprise sometimes.

Allergies... pollen, dust...

lidocaine?

Used as a local anesthetic.

Pops up in all sorts
of ointments and gels.

And before you ask, no,

she didn't die from a crafty
shot of lidocaine.

Sorry.

One day.

Thanks, Fleur.

Any time.

Sir, that 999 call that
I requested from immigration

About Alexei Kovolenko...
They've just sent it through.

I need to talk to someone

about an illegal immigrant.

They've been working here
without a visa.

Who do I speak to?

Hey.

Andrew wanted me to check
that you were okay.

All right.

System malfunction.

System malfunction.

Analyzing now.

- Warning.
- I'm trying. I'm trying.

Warning. Warning.

System malfunction.

Watch out!

Heather.

Call an ambulance.

Yes?

Would you mind telling me
why you tipped off immigration

to deport your sister's
dance partner?

You think we were hacked?

Something got into
the system, corrupted the code.

Thank you.

- So sabotage?
- Looks like it.

Can you find out who?

You really need to rest.

I really don't.
You worry too much.

Well, I'm allowed to, but...
you sure?

I'm sure. Go.
You'll be late. Your meeting.

Just keep this between us, okay?

I tried to warn Rosa.

About Alexei Kovolenko?

Yeah. She wouldn't listen.

She was in love.

I tried to say he was bad news,

That he'd been sleeping with
other women behind her back.

I didn't want her to be hurt
any more than necessary.

He'd lied to her,
he'd lied to immigration, so...

You dropped him in it.

I did what I had to do
to protect her.

Did she find out
what you'd done?

No.

A betrayal like that,
she confronts you, you argue,

- it gets out of hand...
- No, no, no. No, no, no, no.

- A tragic accident...
- No, no. Come on.

Where were you
the night she died?

I told you. I was at the gala.

And then I went home.

Alone?

I think you should leave.

Who were you with
the night your sister died?

Get out.

When you've told me
who you were with.

He was with me.

- Hey, Rach.
- It's worse than I thought.

It started a few months ago.

I think we were both feeling...
alone.

And you were with each other
the night Rosa died?

- Yeah.
- All night?

Yeah.

Did your sister know
about this relationship?

Well, I certainly
didn't tell her.

Could she have found out?

It's possible.

She wasn't blackmailing me, if
that's what you're suggesting.

- She couldn't.
- Why not?

Because my husband knows.

Duncan makes me happy.

And right now, there's not a lot
in my life to be happy about.

Andrew understands.

In fact, it was his idea
that I come over this afternoon.

He encourages it?

My husband doesn't have the time
to be jealous.

Then why keep it a secret?

You know how people think.

They wouldn't understand how
Andrew would be okay with it.

I can't spare him much,
Inspector,

but I can spare him that.

I don't understand.

I found it hidden in my bedroom.

It's been recording me.

Watching me do... whatever.

H-How were they able to...

I mean, did someone break in?

We have to go to the police.

No.

They can find out who it is.

I know who it is.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Much better now.

I had to tell him about us.

You see that, don't you?

It'll be okay.

I want it to be better
than okay.

- I want to treat you right.
- You do.

- I want to buy you nice things.
- You don't need to.

And I want to take care of you.

Like, always.

I'll take care of everything,
okay?

I knew you were dance partners.
I didn't realize...

I was young.

I thought it was fun.

It's no secret that the whole
camp-as-Christmas thing

is an act,
and I knew he had a reputation.

But I guess I was flattered.

I know I should've known better.

I thought he'd be exciting
to be with,

but... he'd get jealous as soon
as I even spoke to anyone else.

Same rules didn't apply to him,
though.

He was unfaithful?

Like other people breathe.

I ended it, and he was pathetic
about it at first,

begging me to stay.

Then he got nasty.

When he started dancing
with Tanya,

I thought it'd put a stop
to it all.

Are you sure it's him?

He knows my passwords.
He still has the keys to here.

Well, why wouldn't you change
the locks?

I didn't think I needed to.

But the police...

I don't want him to go
to prison.

I just...
I just want him to stop.

Leave her alone, yeah?

Sorry? I'm not with you.

I know what it's like.
We've all been there.

But you have to stop, okay?

Because it's not, you know,
it's not cool,

what you're doing to Rachel.

I'm not doing anything.

D-Don't... Don't do that.
Don't play innocent.

Are you feeling okay?
Competition getting to you?

Bunions, maybe?

- I mean it.
- I've heard some people...

The messages. The texts.
The... The camera.

Wait.

What?

You'd better cut it out.
I'm telling you.

Are you threatening me?

- Quit, okay?
- Or what?

Just... cut it out.

Tell me you haven't done
anything stupid.

Of course not.

It wouldn't be the first time.

I don't do rubber gloves, Anton.

You make a mess, darling...
you clean it up.

I think you and me need to have
a little chat.

Ta-da!

Oh, nice threads.

Son?

Oh, very dapper.

Well, it's not every day

you see your best mate celebrate
his diamond wedding.

Out of interest, when was
the last time you saw Harry?

Golly. Been a while.

That's what I thought.

Well, your mother was ill and...

She died 12 years ago, Dad.
You could've seen him anytime.

All you had to do
was pick up the phone.

Ah! It's my taxi.

I won't be late.

Much.

You can't help yourself,
can you?

Baby steps? Seriously?

Piece of advice...
Don't ever have parents.

A single blow?

In the sense of being hit by a
freight train is a single blow.

Straight down
on the top of the head.

Any idea when?

Actually, yes.

He lifted his arm
to protect himself.

Might as well have used
a bread stick.

Quite.

Anyway, his watch was smashed
at 8:43.

Um, I came in early.

Um, I get a start
before the phones start ringing.

But the lights were on,
and I remember thinking,

"Someone will need to be
bollocked for that."

And then, um...

Do you know why Duncan
was in the lab at night?

Well, he came in for a fitting.

We're trying a new 3-D
printed ankle.

But he should've left. I...

I don't really understand
why he...

Who would know how to control
a robot like that?

It's just a joystick.

Anyone can use it.
It's sort of the point.

What about CCTV?

You must have some
with all this hardware.

Uh...

Yeah, we do, um, usually.

But, um, we've had
some problems,

so... the cameras
weren't working.

What sort of problems?

Our system was hacked.

Hacked?

Someone wants us out
of business.

Industrial espionage?

Or a competitor trying to set
their research back a few years.

Sabotage, eh?

Duncan Corrigan isn't my idea
of an industrial spy.

No, but maybe he recognized one.

Whoever did this is long gone.

Do you think they found
what they were looking for?

He didn't have a computer,
so whatever it is,

we're talking analog,
not digital.

These are from Rosa's files.

If they're significant,
why are they still here?

When do you doodle like this?

When I'm waiting on the phone.

Check his calls.

Let's ask around,
try and find out who Walt is.

When Duncan first came here,
he was...

broken.

It was soon after Andrew
was diagnosed,

so I understood a little bit
about...

loss and grief and...

just being overwhelmed.

Nothing like he went through,
obviously, but enough.

You helped him recover.

Maybe.

A little.

Me and Jake.

Jake Hannity?

Mm-hmm.

He, uh, got it.

Duncan says they're...

Duncan used to say
they were brothers in arms.

Did Duncan ever mention
someone called Walt?

Uh, no. Not to me.

Is it important?

Did he say where he was going
last night?

Uh, he had a fitting
for a new prosthesis.

And after that?

Uh, I have no idea. I'm sorry.

I've had enough.

Duncan always said
he wanted to take care of me.

That was the last thing
he said to me.

"I'll take care of everything."

Still trying to prove something.

Prove?

Survivor's guilt.

He could never accept
that he came home

whilst the others didn't.

I loved him.

And I don't think
he ever quite believed me.

Are you all right?

All right?

I spoke to Duncan yesterday.

He called me.

He wanted to thank me...
You know, for talking him down.

Three tours, surviving an IED,
only to die like that.

Stupid.

Does the name Walt
mean anything to you?

No.

Sorry. Should it?

We think it was someone
Duncan was keen to speak to.

Someone in his regiment,
perhaps.

Mm. Perhaps.

You were saying you served
in Afghanistan as well.

Yeah. I was at Musa Qala,
part of 3 Para.

There were just 88 of us
held out against 500 Taliban.

Fifty-six days without relief.

I was lucky. I got out.

Uh, will you excuse me?
I've got an appointment.

Of course.

Did you know Duncan out there?

I wish I had.

He was a good, brave man.

Do me a favor.

Catch whoever did this,
will you?

Police gone?

Well, you go and rest.

I'll send some food up later.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.

Tan, the CD's on the fritz
again.

At this rate I'm gonna have to
hum the bleeding bolero.

Who are you?

Tell me you'll stop.

Stop? Stop what?

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

Oh.

Oh, this is something
to do with Ray.

Yes?

Then let me tell you
you've got the wrong guy.

Seriously.

Tell me you'll stop.

Oh, c... come on.

How can I stop something
I haven't done?

All r... All right. All right.
Okay.

I'll admit, the phone calls and
the texts, they were me, but...

Aah!

Tell... me... you'll... stop.

Okay. Not the foot.

Please, not the foot! Aah!

All right. All right. All right.
I'll s... I'll stop.

Just... Just...
Just leave me alone, okay?

Thank you.

Any joy
with Duncan Corrigan's phone?

Still locked.
They're still working on it.

Why would you have mouth gel
you're allergic to?

Sorry?

It's been bothering me, this
tube of mouth gel at the scene,

only Rosa Corrigan
couldn't use it.

She was allergic.

Perhaps she bought it
by accident

or bought it for someone else.

Or it wasn't hers.

Inspector Barnaby?

Mr. Cunningham.

The desk sergeant at the station
said I'd find you here.

How can I help you?

I killed Duncan Corrigan.

There's a shareholders'
meeting next week.

Heather needed everything up
and running perfectly.

But...

There was a problem?

You could say that.

The mobile interface was a 100%,
copper-bottomed,

Guaranteed disaster.

The mobile interface?

We've developed an app.

The idea is that you can control
the exoskeleton from your phone.

It would revolutionize
the day-to-day usage

and has huge
commercial potential.

Only problem being
it didn't work.

So what did you do?

There was no way I could rewrite
the code from scratch,

but I thought I could borrow
code written for something else.

But when I ran it,
all the hardware went berserk.

One of the robotic arms
hurt Heather.

And then...

And then the same thing happened
to Duncan, only this time...

So you see.

It's my fault he died.

This app...

What about it?

This was for exoskeletons
for people with disabilities

so they could control it
on their phones?

That's right.

All the rehab machines
were connected to it.

The robot arm
that killed Duncan Corrigan.

The robot arm
that killed Duncan Corrigan

was for industrial use.

It was?

I saw you operating it.

But that arm
wouldn't have been affected.

It's... It's controlled on site.

No computer interface.

That means I... It wasn't...

- I didn't...
- No.

You don't have anything
to worry about.

You spoke to him?

More or less.

One thing... Did you see
Duncan Corrigan when he came in?

No. Sorry.

I heard him, though,
talking to someone.

It was at the end of the day.
I was heading out.

But you didn't see who?

Sorry.

Did you hear what they said?

Don't think it was
very important.

Even so.

Something about herring,
I think.

That and a rosette.

Maybe. Sorry.

Herring?

It's not really something
you get killed over, is it?

I thought you were just gonna
talk to him.

Oh, I did.

But he just needed
a bit more encouragement.

What did you do?

Well, leant on him a bit.
Nothing bad.

Just enough?

He won't bother you anymore.

Oh. Sorry.

No, no. It's...

Someone set fire
to Rosa Corrigan's house.

Neighbors called
the fire brigade

at 10 to 5:00 this morning.

Someone torches her place

The same night her brother's
cottage is searched.

What does that sound like
to you?

That they didn't find what they
were looking for at Duncan's.

So they went back to look again
at Rosa's.

But why burn the place down?

I'm guessing
because they couldn't find

what they were looking for

and wanted to make sure
no one else could find it.

Yeah. Well, they did a good job.
It's gutted.

I know the feeling.

What if they couldn't find
what they were looking for

at either place because it was
never there to begin with?

I'm not with you, sir.

What if Duncan had it with him
all the time?

Anything?

Pockets,
the lining of his jacket.

No. Nothing.

When I get to him, I'll let you
know if he swallowed anything

or, you know,
secreted it prison-stylee.

What about his leg?

Unh-unh.

It's hardly
a smoking gun, is it?

Come on, Rach.
We've got a competition to win.

Five minutes.

You said that five minutes ago.

If you want perfection,
you've got to wait for it.

Oh. Damn it.

Well? Was it worth waiting for?

We unlocked
Duncan Corrigan's phone.

On the day he died,
he called Lilly Wilder twice,

Jake Hannity,
a couple of Army pals,

and this number.

Which he called four times
within the hour

before they finally
called him back.

Whoever it was, he was
pretty keen to speak to them.

- Do we know who?
- It was a pay-as-you-go.

I've left a message.

- I did speak to the Army pals.
- And?

Duncan wanted to double-check
the nickname of Chinooks.

- Chinooks?
- Along with Apaches,

the two most common helicopters
in Afghanistan.

Chinooks are transport
helicopters,

and Apaches are the ones
that attack.

Apaches and Chinooks?

Yeah. Live and learn, eh?

After we split up,
Anton did send me abusive texts.

They were disgusting.

I begged him to stop,
and he said he would.

But I still see him
at dance comps,

smiling that knowing smile.

He always knew exactly
how to get under my skin.

Why didn't you go to the police
when he started bothering you?

They're a bunch of texts.
It's hardly enough, so...

But... you made up a bunch
of stuff he hadn't done.

I'm sorry.

So the camera, the...
The photos... That was you?

Why?

To scare him.

Just a little bit.

He'd scared me.

Oh, Rach.

I shouldn't have involved you.

Probably not.

What now?

I love you.

I love you.

Are you dancing?

Are you asking?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

Somewhere in this photo
is the reason two people died.

I'm looking at it,
but I can't see it.

Perhaps it's not the people.

Perhaps it's the place or...

or their jewelry
or the time it was taken.

And then there's someone
called Walt, who we can't find.

Got it. So one of them is Walt?

We've checked...
DVLA, passports.

Everyone's who they say
they are.

Well, it's quite
an unusual name.

- What is?
- Walt.

Well, off the top of my head,
uh, there's Disney,

Raleigh... Mitty,
Gabriel, Pidgeon.

- Yeah. Thanks, Dad.
- And then...

What's that?

Harry gave it to me yesterday.

Old movies that he took
when we all went on holiday.

And he lent me his projector, so
I thought we could watch them.

- Well, that's great.
- Not tonight, Dad.

- It won't take long.
- I'm working.

Well, take a break.

- Dad.
- Oh, come on.

- Why? What's the point?
- Don't you want to see them?

So we can pretend
everything was great?

- What do you mean by that?
- It doesn't matter.

Pretend? Who's pretending?
Come on, son.

- It doesn't matter.
- If you've got something to say,

isn't it about time
you spat it out, for God's sake?

- I'm sorry... Well, all right.
- Stop hiding behind your work.

If you really want to know...
You were never there, Dad.

All my life, growing up,

you always had somewhere else
that you had to be,

something else
that you had to do...

The... the practicing,
the competing.

And you left Mum to cope.

Your mother understood.

She didn't have much choice,
did she?

- John.
- No.

You weren't that interested.
You still aren't.

If it weren't for Sarah,
you wouldn't be here.

I don't live next door,
you know.

It's Sheffield, Dad. It's not
the other side of the world.

When was the last time
you came to see Betty?

When was the last time
you came to see me?

Well, it takes two to tango.

As you would know, of course.

Well, maybe some other time.

I think I'll just go
for a lie-down.

Nicely done.

I think it's something to do
with age, you know.

People get kind of stubborn,
and they can't or...

won't see someone else's
point of view.

He could at least try.

I wasn't talking about your dad.

Hello, Walt.

- Mitty.
- What?

It's what Dad said...
Walter Mitty.

In the story,
he was the little man

who fantasized about being
some sort of hero.

And it was Herrick.
Not "herring." Herrick.

What was?

You know I don't understand
a word of this, don't you?

Don't wait up.

Winter.
I'm going to the ballroom.

Meet me there.

Someone has been lying
from the start.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winners of the Paramount
Dance Extravaganza...

Ray Wilder and Rachel Stevenson.

That was...

You really know your stuff,
don't you?

Yeah, Dad.
I really know my stuff.

Hey. Look at this.

Congratulations.

We'll get changed.

You forgot about the clasp.

Everyone who served
in Afghanistan

got a campaign medal.

When you don't wear the medal,
you wear a ribbon instead.

Jake, is something wrong?

Uh, just a misunderstanding.
It's fine.

Those who served
in Operation Herrick.

Those who served
in Operation Herrick

got a special clasp
on their medal

to show they were there.

On the ribbon,
it's marked with a rosette.

There's Duncan's.

So where's yours?

Whatever this is, Inspector,
can't it wait?

If it's wrong,
then that's a mistake.

Seriously. A ribbon.

I promise you, Inspector.
Someone somewhere screwed up.

So what if he doesn't have
the right ribbon?

The man's a-a veteran, a hero.

- Something as small as that?
- Who cares? Ribbons...

- Come on.
- Apaches, Chinooks.

It's an easy mistake.
It doesn't mean anything.

It's fine. Really.

I'll get hold of the regiment,
sort it out.

Sorry, Inspector.
It's a great story, but...

Before he died,
Duncan Corrigan was desperate

to contact someone on the phone.

I spoke to him this evening.

Colonel Richard Dawes.

He was also with 3 Para
at Musa Qala,

but he'd never heard of you.

So? I didn't know the name
of every bloke out there.

Then I spoke
to Army headquarters in Andover.

There's no record of a Jake
Hannity having served at all.

- Anywhere.
- Check again.

Someone's messed up. That's all.

Soldiers have a name
for people like you.

A Walt...
Someone who makes it all up.

So what?
It's not against the law.

No, but fraud is.

Colonel Dawes is also
part of a group of ex-soldiers

who make it their business
to hunt down fakes like you.

They've got quite a file on you,

including how you conned
two women out of their savings.

Jake, tell me.

You were engaged
to both of them, too.

No. This can't be true.

The stakes were higher
this time, though, weren't they?

You couldn't afford
any mistakes.

Like this photograph.

Rosa Corrigan
completely missed it.

She was concentrating on writing
about the Wilders.

But all the same,
she had taken that photo,

and you couldn't have that.

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

Even if Rosa hadn't seen
the significance of that ribbon,

someone else might.

So... what, I killed her?

No.

No, you couldn't have done it.
You have an alibi.

That's right, isn't it?

You said you were together
that night.

Oh, I would love to say
that's a lie, but I can't.

I had to work
throughout the night,

and Jake was in the house
the whole time.

Back to square one, Inspector.

What was that you said
about helicopters?

Sorry?

Chinooks and Apaches...

"It's an easy mistake,"
you said just now.

Well, I don't think mixing up
helicopter nicknames

Is that big a deal.

Jake called Apaches "wokkas,"

which Duncan didn't think
was right.

So he called a friend,
who confirmed his suspicion.

Wokkas are the nicknames
for Chinooks, not Apaches.

Duncan knew that Jake Hannity
had made a mistake.

So?

So I'm wondering how you did.

Must've heard it from someone.

Who? Duncan?

I don't know. Maybe.

Jake made this mistake

While he was talking Duncan down
from his PTSD attack.

I was there.

Nine hours later,
Duncan was dead.

We know that he was at home
for the rest of the day.

We know who he was with and who
he spoke to on the phone.

So... when exactly
did he tell you?

They're fishing, Ray.
Say nothing.

What does it matter?

Because if you knew
the truth about Jake Hannity,

why would you keep it
to yourself?

- You knew?
- No. No.

I... Of c... This is...

I mean, of course not.

How could you know
and not tell me?

Ray.

It's absurd. Crazy.

Let's go.

Oh.

You have mouth gel.

Well, lots of dancers use it.

Um, especially during
performance week...

Blisters, bruised toenails...
All sorts.

It dulls the pain.

Just bought it?

Uh, yes.

A tube of aloe gel was found.

A tube of aloe gel was found

at the scene
of Rosa Corrigan's murder.

Like I said,
lots of dancers use it.

She didn't.
She was allergic to lidocaine.

Jake wanted Rosa Corrigan
stopped,

so he sent you, didn't he?

It was your mouth gel
at the scene.

But you didn't find
the photograph.

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

Unfortunately for you,
the photograph was sent,

with the rest
of Rosa's belongings,

to her brother,

the one person
who might notice the ribbon.

And he did notice, didn't he?

On the night he was murdered,

Duncan was overheard
talking to someone

about Operation Herrick
and a missing rosette.

Only it wasn't you
he confronted.

Just like with Rosa,
you sent someone else

so you could keep your distance.

First Rosa, then Duncan.

Isn't that what happened?

You killed Duncan?

That's ridiculous.

Honestly. It is.

Believe me.

Dad, please.

Well, answer the man.

It was Jake's idea.

Oh, no.

He's lying. That's a lie.

You said everything would be
ruined if that photo came out...

The marriage, everything.

I'd have to kiss the
Chinese deal goodbye, and I...

couldn't let that... happen.

Tell me.

Tell me what happened.

Jake said there was a way.

All I had to do
was get the photo

and get Rosa to drop the story.

He said that it made sense
if I did it,

because he d...
I didn't have a motive

and if anything went wrong,
he'd be in the clear.

Ray, for crying out loud.

And something did go wrong.

I didn't...
I didn't mean to... to...

It... It just got...

She... She went for me,
and... I...

I hit her.

I was scared.

She was screaming.
I just wanted her to stop.

So I-I...

What have you done?

Afterwards, I tried to make it
look like a robbery.

I hoped that would be... it.

Only it wasn't, was it?

Because you panicked
and left the photograph behind.

Jake was furious.

He said Duncan had it,
now he knew,

and said I'd made things worse,
not better.

So this time he told...
He told me to... to...

To kill him.

Yes. But I wouldn't.

I told him I wouldn't. No.

I'm not cold-blooded.

And you just laughed.

Said that you had Rosa over me
and you'd tell,

you'd... destroy me,
my... my... my family,

everything.

Which is what I should've done.

At least I'd have done it right.

You understand, don't you, Dad?

Your name, your reputation. I...

There wasn't anything
I could do.

All this because of a-a... deal?

I did it for you!

I wanted you to see me,
just... once.

To not be disappointed.

I wanted you to be proud of me.

He's a bit old for daddy issues,
isn't he?

Maybe.

You know, in a while, I will
have no recollection of this.

I won't remember Jake or how he
conned his way into our family

or what he got my boy to do
or why he did it.

I won't even remember
I had a son.

I suppose there's some comfort
in that.

Goodbye, Inspector.

Why didn't Ray just...
Just walk away after Rosa,

come clean, take his chances?

Well, it's the point of balance,
you see.

All it takes is a few inches,
then you topple.

You can't help yourself.

Sir?

I'll see you tomorrow, Winter.

What, you don't fancy a drink?

No.

There's something I need to do.

Hello, darling.

Maybe I'll turn in.

Got an early start
in the morning.

I, uh, I picked up a few beers.

I thought maybe we could watch
some movies.

Isle of Wight.

With the different-colored sand.

You wanted to leave your clothes

and take that sand home
in your suitcase.

An entirely practical solution,
I thought.

It wasn't all bad, was it?

I did my best, son.

I know you did.

So, did you catch the bad guys?

Yeah, Dad.

I caught the bad guys.

Good lad.