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Judith, we need to talk.

Caroline seems to be having a hard time.

Caroline can't cope
if a shampoo she likes is discontinued.

A dead brother...

- Why didn't you let her see his body?
- Excuse me?

She said you wouldn't
let her see Joe's body

or Andrew's back then.
It's made it hard for her to move on.

She's highly sensitive.
You know this, Maya.

She couldn't handle seeing them like that.

- Well, she wishes she did. For closure.
- What are you trying to do here, Maya?

I just want to figure out why she said

you've been sending
Detective Kierce thousands of pounds.

I don't know what you're talking about.
Where is this coming from?

Hey, Maya.

Could I have a word?

Jesus Christ, she's a grieving mother.

Caroline told me you've been sending
Detective Kierce money.

- Come on.
- Is that true?

Caroline's a fucking loon.

Did you see your brothers' bodies
after they died?

- What kind of question is that?
- Humor me.

I get you're having a...

hard time,

but I think it's best you leave now.

♪ I can hear your voice ♪

♪ I can feel you cry ♪

♪ No matter what you do now ♪

♪ Don't dare to close your eyes ♪

♪ The end is drawing near ♪

♪ I'll tell them that you tried ♪

♪ Shed a single tear now ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

♪ Time to say goodbye ♪

Okay, so we've got you
booked in for blood tests

and blood pressure checks today.

We will make appointments
for an EEG and an MRI scan soon.

These will test for epilepsy,
tumors, and neurological causes.

We'll also arrange an ECG to see
if you have any underlying heart problems.

If you wait here,
I'll be back in a moment for you.

Thank you.

So, Mum was with someone
before Dad and got pregnant?

Who's this guy?

I don't know.

Oh my God, look.

Sunflowers. Like on Mum's grave.

- And that note with them.
- What note?

No name on it.

It was in French. It was like,
"You have my heart for my whole life."

What? Dan, why didn't you tell me?

I just thought it could have been
from anyone in the family. Or friends.

Mum had loads of friends.

Do you think he's the one
that left her flowers?

Do you think he's the one she had
a secret phone for? I have an idea.

I bet I know how to find out who he is.

Who's Alexander Dosman?

God, that's scary. How did you do that?

Invasive and dystopian
recognition software.

You're not smart, you know?

Leaving sunflowers,
they're probably Facebook friends.

Ugh, why choose such an ugly photo of me?

It's not the photo's fault.

- Oi!
- Ow, Abby.

What's that mean?

Maybe that Mum blocked him,
or he blocked her.

He works at Bimbal.
One of those huge tech companies.

Whoa.

He... He transferred right here
eight months ago.

And that's right before Mum died.

Should we tell Dad? Or the police?

No.

We can't tell Dad. He's a wreck right now.
And what're we gonna tell the police?

Our evidence is a bunch of photos

from a million years ago
and some flowers on a grave.

We don't know anything yet.

I have football practice now.
Let's go after that. See what we can find.

Okay, so we have Joe Burkett
and his sister-in-law, Claire Walker,

both killed in supposed
robberies gone wrong,

which is feeling less likely
now that we know it was by the same gun.

Any updates on the bikes Maya Burkett
described her husband's assailants riding?

Right, yeah, the bikes.
Okay, so we spoke to the city council

about accessing CCTV footage,

but, well, turns out
there are no cameras in the park.

That's convenient.

But Richard is still going through
the doorbell camera footage in the area,

so something could still turn up.

Right. We need to go through Joe Burkett
and Claire Walker's mutual connections.

Okay. Well, one, Maya Burkett.

Who was overseas for Claire's murder
and was attacked alongside her husband.

Two, their co-workers at Burkett Global's
pharmaceutical division.

Yeah, well, all of which have solid alibis
at the time of Joe's murder.

Oh, wait, three.

What about the, uh... the sister's
sad, strange husband, Eddie?

Eddie Walker.

I know his alibi
checked out for Claire's murder,

but we should really get
a statement on Joe's.

- Yeah. Yes.
- That's very good.

Thank you.

You ready?

Ready for Eddie!

It's...

Uh...

Yeah, now. Yes, I am ready.

Here. Can you drive?

I've got some emails
I need to send on the way.

Mm, I'd love to, yeah.

I'm a fantastic driver, actually.

You know, I was voted best
behind the wheel in college.

Oh God, sorry.
I, uh... I didn't mean to flex.

I heard about your accident.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah, what happened?

- You crashed into a fence?
- Ugh.

A cat ran onto the road.

Want to hear a... a fun fact
that the feline folks hate, huh?

Do I?

Okay, so under UK law, a driver doesn't
have to swerve in order to avoid a cat.

It's not deemed a valid contributory
factor in a road traffic accident.

But a dog, however, right?
That's considered valid. Hmm!

- It's crazy, right?
- Yeah.

So because it was legal,

I should have killed the cat?

Oh, no, so it's not... I was...
I just thought it was interesting.

Yeah, it's fascinating. Fascinating.

Ah, sorry. Excuse me.

- Hi, John.
- You all right?

I found that burner phone... of Claire's.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm.

So, uh, was she cheating on Eddie?

I don't know.

There were no texts, just a load of calls

to this nerdy video game club
called Player One.

- Video games?
- Mm.

That's not Claire's thing at all.

All calls were made in the morning.

Before they were open.

So, whoever she was talking to
hangs out there early.

Yeah. Well, this time,
I'm going to go back before it opens.

What are you doing back here again?

Hi.

- Do you know whose car this is?
- Why are you asking?

Well, I'd love to speak with them.

My current lease is almost up,

and it's between one of these
and, uh, another model.

We're closed,
and I don't know whose car it is.

I think you do.

- Why won't you tell me?
- Because why would I?

Now, please, you've got to leave.
We don't open for another hour.

Sure.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh...

Little shithead.

Move.

Oh shit.

Fuck.

Hello. DS Kierce and DC McGreggor.

Do you mind if we come in
and ask you a few questions?

Yeah, all right.

Anything to drink?

Just a glass of water
will be great, thanks.

Water? Yeah, of course.

Sorry, I need to straighten up.

These are the only clean ones.

Claire was the organized one, so...

No, these are... these are perfect, thanks.
Makes me feel young again, you know.

Good.

Hi.

A car chase? Seriously, Maya?

Yeah. A failure of a car chase.

- So you didn't see who it was?
- No. The cap hid the face.

They're average height.
That's all I got. But...

I did put a tracker on the car.

Maya.

Could you log on
and keep an eye on it for me?

- I've got lessons soon.
- What the hell is going on?

Joe's sister says that the family

have been paying off
the detective working on his case.

Detective Kierce.

Why? To make him try harder?

Well, she thinks it's to cover up
Joe still being alive.

- I can check out Kierce if you want.
- Yeah. Would you?

Not a problem.

Look, I'll fill you in later.
I'll send you over the tracker details.

Yeah, Maya. I'll keep
an eye on your stalker car for you.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

Claire loved Joe. Like a brother, I mean.

- It's a real tragedy.
- Just one more question.

Where were you on the night of April 12th,

the night Joe Burkett was killed?

You don't think I killed him, do you?

It's just a routine inquiry.

Uh...

April the 12th, um...

Uh... Let me think, um...

Can't remember where you were

the night your brother-in-law got shot?

My wife's dead. I don't know
where I am half the time. Okay?

We just need an alibi so we can
check off all our boxes, that's all.

- I was at the gym.
- What gym?

The one on Howsden Street, um,

Novastar Fitness
or Top Star Fitness or whatever.

Right. We'll check up on that,
and that's us.

Thank you.

Well, that was a mood killer.

I don't believe for one second
that man was at a gym anytime recent.

Right? I mean, he could
really benefit from a runner's high.

- Whoa, Kierce!
- Oh shit.

It's just... It's just a head rush. Sorry.

Come on.

Uh, Ms. Stern.

How many times have I told you? It's Maya.

Just pull back gently on the cyclic.

Like that?

Yeah, that's it.
Nice and gently. Bit more.

That's it.

Ah, yeah.

- There you go. Perfect. See?
- Yes, Miss Stern.

Yes, Maya.

Thank you.

I... I need to get this, okay?

- Yeah, Shane?
- Hey. So, your tracker's disappeared.

It was heading north a minute ago,
and then just blipped off.

I'll send you it's last location. Okay?

Alright, just send it through.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

That's less than a mile from me now.

Maya, please be careful.

Right, Shane, this creep
knows something about Claire.

- All right.
- Okay, bye. Bye.

Okay, I'm ready to take control.
Hands and feet clear.

- You have control.
- Thank you.

I've got you.

Shit.

I've lost him.

Gonna have to land.

- Right, you wait here. I'll be back soon.
- Wait. What?

I have a dentist appointment in an hour.
What am I supposed to do?!

What're you doing here?

Is that your car? Is that your...

On your feet.

Guys, it's fine. I'll talk to her.

Hi, Maya Burkett.

- Great to meet you in person.
- Corey the Whistle.

You're the one Claire's been calling?

Go and talk inside, shall we?

Well, come on. You track me down
in a helicopter and then stop at the door?

- Someone's paranoid.
- Yeah, for good reason.

Like today, for example, a trigger-happy
war criminal tracked me down.

Fuck you.

I'll take that
over a missile strike.

Tell me about Claire.
Why were you calling her from the arcade?

It's a cool place, isn't it?

Oh yeah, as a hideout for a grown man

who makes a living
off being a life-ruining rat.

- Very cool.
- Is that really what you think I do?

How do you know Claire?

First of all, I'm not a rat.

Actually, that hurt my feelings.

It's investigative journalism.
I reveal facts.

You took my life away from me.

I lost my job. I lost friends.

How did you know my sister?

Okay, can I just say that, actually,
I am... completely heartbroken.

Claire and I didn't know
each other very long, but...

she and I grew very close.

How?

She contacted me.

About you.

Claire didn't want me
to release the rest of the tape.

The audio. You know what
I'm talking about, don't you, Maya?

Clear to engage.

So, what?

You didn't release the audio
because my sister asked you not to?

Well, she was convincing.

I had done enough to you.

What did you get out of it?

Claire worked
for a big corrupt corporation.

She had access to the inner sanctum.

You forced her to leak insider information
on Burkett Global to you?

- She believed in the cause.
- Claire wanted to protect me.

You took advantage.

- We scratched each other's backs.
- Yeah, and now she's dead.

She got killed
over some bullshit for your blog.

You're not seeing the big picture, Maya.

Claire wasn't the only one
who was killed, was she?

She worked with your husband, Joe.

No.

There's no way Joe
would turn on his own family.

Well, your sister
apparently thought otherwise.

Think about it. Claire looks into it.

She ends up dead.

And then Joe looks into it.

I think the two of them
stumbled upon something big.

What did they find out?

Okay, a little before Claire was killed,
she called me.

She said that she'd found out

that the Burketts
had personally been paying

a guy called Tommy Dark for 26 years.

Uh, I backdoored my way
into the Burketts' database,

but I couldn't find a thing.

According to his website,
Tommy Dark runs a security firm

for a shipping company, but there's
nothing linked to the Burketts on there.

I didn't think anything of it
until Claire's death.

And then Joe's...

right after he reached out.

My husband contacted you?

Joe wanted to meet up in person.

And then a few days
before we were supposed to...

He was killed.

Um, Claire tried talking
to Dark in his office,

but that didn't go anywhere.
The guy's sketchy as fuck.

Why should I believe you and any of this?
How do I know it's not a trap?

What would I be trapping you into?

I want justice for Claire's murder,
just like you do.

I didn't have any luck with Dark,
but maybe you will.

Uh, keep an eye on your phone.

If you get a missed call from the arcade,
that's me saying we need to meet, pronto.

Come in.

Hi. Uh, I have an appointment
with Mr. Dark.

Mm, no, you don't.

Mr. Dark has no appointments scheduled.

Okay, well, maybe you can help me.

Do you know her?

She didn't have
an appointment either.

- So she did come here.
- Isn't that just what I said?

- When will Mr. Dark be back?
- No idea. He's taken time off.

Okay, well, do you have
a phone number or an address?

- I'd love to speak to him.
- You know what?

Here's his home address.

Go tell him that I'm owed two months' pay...

and...

that I quit.

- All right, Sami?
- All right, John? Just the, uh, usual.

But a granary bread today,
and just the one cheese slice because I'm...

No problem. Coming up.

Detective Kierce, right?

Shane Tessier, military police, obviously.

- Also a cop. Can I get the special?
- Yeah, sure.

Hey, you... you're working
the Burkett murder, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah, my partner worked a case
with that family a few years back.

Said they're a bit of a handful.

A bit, yeah, but if I lost a kid,
I'd probably be several handfuls.

Oh, you've got kids?

- Yeah. Well, not yet.
- Sami.

Yeah. Uh, due in four months.

No way. Wow, man.
Congratulations. That's amazing.

Uh, thank you.

My wife and I, we think about
having kids all the time, you know?

But, I don't know, they're just...
so expensive nowadays, you know?

Mm. It'd be nice to have money
like the Burketts, though, right?

- Maybe.
- Really? Just maybe?

Sure, it makes some things easier,

but you realize it's true
it can't truly buy happiness.

I mean, look at Joe Burkett.

Would he have been mugged and murdered
if he wasn't wearing a £3,000 watch?

I don't know.

Fair point.

You know Maya Burkett?

Hmm? Uh, yep. Yeah, I do a bit.

Yeah, well, you'll know money
hasn't protected her either.

I mean, I don't think the human brain
is equipped to deal with that much grief

in that short a time.

Thinking you're seeing your dead husband
on the nanny cam, and attacking her nanny.

Huh.

Anyway... Sean... Shane.

- Shane.
- Shane.

- Shane Tessier. Shane Tessier.
- Right. Yeah.

- It's lovely to meet you.
- Likewise.

And... send Maya my love.

Yeah.

See you around.

That's it. Stay on your toes.
Keep moving. Don't just stand there.

It should be game tempo, yeah?

Look, Kasselton is gonna laugh
in all your goddamn faces

at Saturday's match,
unless you get it the fuck together!

Come on, let's pick up the pace.
We can do this.

I hate him.

Maybe he's still mad about Auntie Maya
showing everyone his weird willy.

Toby said it looked like
a tiny gray croissant.

Ew, Daniel!

Let's go find Mum's old boyfriend.

- Look at this place.
- Shh.

Hello, welcome to Bimbal.

What is the purpose of your visit
and your preferred pronouns?

What do I say?

What is the purpose of your visit
and your preferred pronouns?

Um, we're here to see our dad.

She/her.

So you're in the Bimbal family.

Fantastic. We love you.

Please state the name
of your Bimbal family member.

Are you still there?

- Hurry up.
- Frank Montague?

It can't be that easy.

Please scan the QR code.

Welcome, family of Frank Montague.

Please accept my Bimbal blessing.

- Dan.
- No spinning now.

- No, no spinning!
- What a baby.

Doors closing.

Abby.

- Come on, let's go.
- Hey.

- Who are you?
- Please, we... we're just leaving.

Pete, they're with me.

Yeah, I'll... I'll handle it. Okay?

Come on.

Now.

You're Claire's kids. I know.

And I won't speak to you here.

Where?

Open your AirDrop...

please.

Flat 802, 7:30.

I will answer any of your questions.
I promise.

Scallops! Scallops, down.

Enough, Scallops! Scallops!

- Hi. Excuse the naughty babies.
- Hi. Ah...

Sorry, this litter's fully accounted for,
but if you're willing to wait...

Oh, no, I don't want a dog.
Um, can I please speak with your husband?

Well, that's not possible. He's not in.

Well, maybe you could give me
a phone number or email?

May I ask what for?

I want to know why the Burkett family
have been paying him £9,000 a month

for the past 26 years.

I'm afraid I wouldn't know.

Does he ever talk about the Burketts?

- I really don't know anything.
- Does he work for them?

His work is confidential.
I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Okay, well, please,
if you do remember anything,

just... just give me a call.

I'm here. I'm here.

Sorry.

They're gonna give away our tee time
if you keep showing up late.

Don't start with me today, please.
I'm not in the mood.

Wow, that was terrible.

What have you done with Maya Stern, huh?

Hey.

What's up with you?

Where'd you go earlier?

I heard the Burketts
are paying somebody else off.

A guy called Tommy Dark.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Dark doesn't seem to be rich.
His house is like a small bungalow.

What does
"non terra sed aquis" mean again?

With an image of a ship?

"Not by land, but by sea."
It's a sailing motto. Why?

- I told you about Joe's brother who died.
- When they were teenagers.

- Yeah.
- Yeah. The family said he fell.

- Joe said it was suicide.
- Wait, wasn't that on a boat?

I need you to do me another favor.

- Maya.
- I need you to look into Tommy Dark.

I'm wondering if there's a connection
with Andrew Burkett's death somehow.

You know, a favor for most people is,
"Can you send me the name of that song?"

Or "Can I borrow an egg?"
You do know that, right?

Oh, shit.

We really need to talk.

I need to get Lily. I'm sorry.

- Brilliant. Got a whole three minutes in.
- Bye.

Maybe next time we can do five.

Kierce!

We got a hit on the bikes.

Looks like Maya Burkett
wasn't making it up.

- Oh my God. So they do exist.
- Yeah.

Here's where the cam picked them up,
so they must have left the park here.

- Winslow Lane, around 9:10.
- Oh! Got a shot of their license plates.

All right. Come on.

Yep.

Okay, uh, Foxtrot.
I think it's... Golf. One. Four.

Kilo, X-Ray, Lima.

- The Yamaha's a fake plate. Next?
- Two secs.

Okay. Lima, Juliet. One. One.

Yep.

Alpha, Oscar, Charlie.

All right, we got an address

for the registered keeper
of the black Ducati.

All right, come on.

You've been drinking
a lot of water today. Here.

Do you want some?

Try it.

Mm!

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Mwah!

Dan. Can you wait here?

- I'll go in by myself.
- But...

I don't think we both need to go in.
Just... stay here and keep watch.

Keep watch?

Just stay here, okay?
I'm sure I won't be long.

This is the address
the motorbike is registered to.

Okay. Not what I expected.

Mr. Phillip Dawson?

Joe! Joe!

No!

Help!

Lily? Lily?

Lily?!