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Hello, Bath-onians!

Time now is 9.01 and you're listening to me, Paul Watt, on Roman Radio 276 FM.

And it's that time again! It's my annual maximum wattage!

Twelve hours of non-stop tunes in the company of yours truly.

And speaking of truly yours, today, Bath has got to be the official world city of love!

Yes, we have 21 nuptials going down in 21 different venues.

So, let's kick things off with the Church of the Poison Mite.

What am I like?

No, of course it isn't. It's a genuine romantic hit.

A solid gold wedding classic.

Take it away, ladies!

♪ Don't you walk away ♪

♪ We can always find the answer ♪

♪ Ooh, I know we have so much to share ♪

♪ Much to share ♪

♪ So we can keep going on ♪

♪ Ooh, I always thought that we should be together ♪

♪ For an eternity ♪

♪ And even though I've tried real hard ♪

♪ I've tried real hard ♪

♪ You still want to leave me ♪

♪ Don't break my heart, I really love you ♪

♪ You just don't seem to care ♪

♪ Ooh, your tears are cold ♪

♪ But I keep saying ♪

♪ We need to get together ♪

♪ Don't give up, don't walk away ♪

♪ Don't you walk away ♪

♪ We can always find the answer ♪

♪ Ooh, I know we have so much to share ♪

♪ So we can keep going on ♪

♪ Do you remember what we had ♪

♪ And all the good times we shared ♪

♪ Was when those days in which I was on the run ♪

♪ I really thought that you did care ♪

♪ But now I know those times have passed ♪

♪ I'm walking on my own ♪

- Snake!

- The time has just gone, 10.25,

and love is in the air.

Everywhere I look around, I can feel it in me water.

So here's a big fat wedding shout out to Miss Lottie Wood,

who around now over at St. Mary's and All Angels

should be in a state of post-nuptial bliss

and signing her name as Mrs. Loretta Woodbridges.

Have a great day, Mrs. Woodbridges,

and now for better or for worse,

taking us to the news, the laughing gnome himself,

Bowie with modern love.

- Ma'am, oh, are you a guest here?

- No, I've got my neighbor's son's wedding

over at All Souls.

So this is the suspect.

He's been arrested, but he's concussed,

so you'll have to take his statement at the hospital.

This is the suspect's family, also close to the victim,

but we can get their statements down at the station.

And no, I've gotta go.

- Oh, ma'am, DCI MacDonald?

- Well, she didn't get to Bristol until 5 a.m.,

so I've told her to get some sleep.

- Oh, well, she's supposed to have been here

yesterday lunchtime.

- I know, it sounds like travel hell.

So you're the SIO until she's awakened back on duty.

I trust you with the ball, Sergeant.

Think like MacDonald.

- Think like MacDonald.

So, we have about 50 witnesses here.

How do you want them processed?

- Well, um...

- Corral them in the turtle around the back there?

- Yeah, that's a good idea.

Yes, in fact, you can do that there, DC Lee.

- Sure.

- Oh, and just make sure that they're photographed

and what they're wearing.

- Yeah, and retain anyone significant,

and let the rest go.

- PCs on every entrance and exit.

- Exactly, that's great.

Yes, well done, chaps.

That'll do.

All right.

- Thank you.

- Cheers, mate.

- Good.

- So, the picture we're getting is the father of the bride,

that's Leonard Wood, came through here from the vestry.

- Where's that?

- Just down there.

- Yeah, right.

- Yeah, so it's just before the ceremony was due to start

at around 9.45, blood spattered and holding that.

Pending a positive match on those bloodstains,

pathology have confirmed it correlates

to the wounds on the victim.

- That is interesting.

That's a retractable blade, that.

Aluminium.

- Vestry's this way, boss.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.

- So, trail of blood and footprints here

confirms the emergent sequence of events.

Mitchell Morrison.

So, he was supposed to officiate at the wedding

of Loretta Wood and William Bridges.

Him and Lenny Wood were best friends.

Ian, can we break for a few minutes

so the SIO can have a look?

- Come on, Ian, out you get.

Get a boat.

- The signs of a violent struggle.

There's nothing to suggest a break in.

That door, was it locked or unlocked

when the first officer arrived?

- It was locked.

- I've spoken to the church warden,

that door never gets used, it's always kept locked.

- Right.

Multiple stab wounds there, stomach,

the whole torso, neck.

There's still defensive wounds there to that hand.

It's like a frenzied attack.

Oh, yeah, someone's been drinking.

- Prince will tell us whether it belongs

to the killer or the victim.

DCI McDonald's on her way, Sarge.

- Oh, morning, ma'am.

- Is it?

- Oh, yeah, you've been in the wars.

- Two hours sleep in the last 48.

Looks like you've covered all your bases.

Captain Dodds.

All right, pace clock's ticking,

24 hours to charge or release.

Sir, we've got conclusive trace evidence,

multiple eyewitnesses, tell me it's the father

of the bride and I can be home by tea time.

- Well, we've got no eyewitnesses,

but I think we've got enough trace evidence

to get a confession out of this Leonard Woods,

and he's in Castle Park Hospital at the moment.

- Suspect of concussion.

- Yes, my next port of call.

- Wait, what about the bride?

- What do you mean?

- Well, poor girl and her sisters,

they've just seen their father be arrested

for the murder of his best mate,

who they probably know.

Wedding's in Tattersfield.

- Tatters?

Job of an SIO is to offer personal reassurance

and maybe get some insight into motive.

- Yeah, right, sorry, ma'am.

- And then the flight from Melbourne to Dubai was delayed

because they couldn't find a bloody pilot,

which meant that we had to have a five-hour layover in Dubai,

and then there was no flights back to Heathrow

for another 12 hours, so they offered us a redirection

to Bristol via Athens, which was our result,

but then I didn't get a wink of sleep

because these bloody kids were screaming.

Got to Bristol at 5 a.m., huge queue at immigration,

got our bags on time, I was quite pleased with that,

then we came outside, no taxis, I had to get a bus, Sarge.

- Oh, well, that's foreign travel for you, ma'am.

It's very complicated, I didn't understand any of that,

I got lost in Dubai.

- You weren't me the first.

- You all right, ma'am?

- Yeah, two hours sleep, and I had this really spooky dream.

- Spooky, how?

- Well, you were in it, you had a moustache.

It was my wedding, and everything just went really wrong.

- Your wedding?

- Dreams and nightmares, it's just mental garbage, isn't it?

- So, how was New Zealand?

- Yeah, great, trip of a lifetime.

- Good morning, I'm DCI Laura MacDonald,

senior investigating officer

into the inquiry of the death of Mitchell Morrison.

- And I'm Detective Sergeant Dodds.

Do you mind if we sit down?

- Yeah, sure, please.

I gather you were close to Mitchell.

- Mitchell was Uncle Mitchell.

- Our mum died when I was 10,

so dad brought the three of us up alone.

Three girls, still don't know how he did it.

God knows we weren't easy.

And Mitchell was always there for dad, and us.

- Your father is under arrest on suspicion of murder.

- And what we're trying to do now is just to,

try and understand what happened.

- Yeah, and why?

- Well, we were at the altar, but Mitchell wasn't there,

so Lenny went off to see what was going on,

and when he came back, he--

- Dad did not kill Mitchell, why would he?

- Isn't it obvious that some lunatic just broke in,

probably trying to rob the place?

- Him and Mitchell built that summer house together,

they played golf every night,

they played golf every Saturday.

Lil, say something.

- Dad didn't kill Mitchell.

- Oh, would you just leave us alone, please?

This is devastating for all of us.

- You're well within your rights, Miss Wood.

We'll keep you up to date with any developments,

and you can call me directly

if you've got any concerns,

or want to give me any information.

- How is he?

- He's very confused.

The last thing he remembers is getting out

of the wedding car with his daughter.

He's got nothing after that.

- Do you believe him, in your professional opinion?

- Short-term memory loss is not uncommon

in severe concussion, but his brain scan's clear,

no bleeding, and the memories might come back in pieces.

It's like when you have a dream,

and a few days later you have flashbacks,

and suddenly remember new details.

- How did I get this?

What's happened, nobody's told me anything.

- We're questioning you under caution, sir,

on suspicion of the murder of Mitchell Morrison.

- Mitchell?

Mitch dead.

- Do you, um, you recognize this knife, sir?

- No.

Where are my kids?

How are they?

Mitch was, can I see them?

- Not at the moment.

Can you explain the blood we found on your clothes?

Mitch's blood.

- Blood, no.

- Can you account for the fact

that 50 witnesses, including your daughters,

say they saw you coming out the vestry with that knife,

which we've now confirmed is the murder weapon

that was used to fatally stab Mitch six times?

- Why, why would I kill Mitch?

- I mean, what father of the bride

comes to his own daughter's wedding carrying a blade?

Because that, that aluminum knife

looks like it does not come from a church.

- You'd sit a lot better with me if we had motive.

- Why is that uniform pointing us out

to a press photographer?

- Great, thank you.

- Is that?

- Hi, Laura Lang.

I've been trying to catch up with you

for the last couple of hours.

Detectives McDonald and Dodds?

- Yes.

- I believe my status on your inquiry

is significant witness.

- Were you a guest at the wedding in St. Mary's?

- Miss Lang is one of the world's

most eminent photojournalists.

- Ma'am.

- That's overstating it a bit.

But I'm on sabbatical from foreign assignments.

The Guardian commissioned a feature,

The Great British Wedding.

Candid repertoire, it's grainy black and white.

Thought it'd be fun.

Till this morning.

I have pictures.

- Of what?

- Everything.

I tried to save him.

- Save who, ma'am?

- The victim.

When that man came into the church covered in blood,

I guess my instinct kicked in.

I ran down the corridor and found him, the vicar.

- And then?

- I took a photo.

I saw he was still alive, so I tried to save him.

But I was too late.

He bled out.

Nothing I could do.

- You interfered with a crime scene.

- My first duty was the preservation of life.

And you're trained to do exactly the same thing, I believe.

- I wouldn't have stopped to take a photo.

- Sorry, instinct.

- Cold instinct.

He was stabbed six times.

- Not the first time I've witnessed a violent death.

- So, two hours and 10 minutes after the murder,

and you didn't immediately identify yourself

to our first response team.

- I'm here now.

- Good.

So, I'll need fingerprints and a DNA swap as elimination,

formal statement, and the memory card from that camera.

- Well, that is, it's a Canon AE-1.

It's came out in 1976, it uses film.

But we do need the film roll, Miss Lane, now, please.

- Okay.

Okay.

I'm supposed to cover a wedding at the old barn

over at Bathwick, and three more after that.

- When you've just witnessed a murder?

- The assignment is everything.

- Thank you.

- Oh, there's something else.

Before the vicar died,

he raised a hand and pointed to his chest here,

and I think he said, "Sneak."

- You all right, ma'am?

- Yeah.

Where wouldn't I be?

- It's 11.56, and we're getting some unconfirmed reports

of an incident at St. Mary's and All Angels.

Hmm, okay.

I did a dedication to the bride lottery earlier,

so we'll keep you posted on that.

Meantime, for richer or poorer,

it's over to Diana for the latest traffic news.

So, these are the photographs taken by Dora Lange.

In chronological order, starting with the bride

and her father outside their house at 9.15,

and ending here at 9.46, the time codes are estimates.

- What do you think, Sarge?

- Wow, Miss Lange certainly has a flawless gift

for capturing the decisive moment.

- Sorry, ma'am, you have police work.

- Okay, here we have the victim at 9.36,

outside the church, which was just before the bride arrived.

Seems to be drinking, is that?

Yeah, it's hip flask.

Doesn't look happy.

- And he was having a fag as well.

- Oh, hello.

What, that door's open.

- Well, didn't the, uh,

didn't the church warden tell us

that this door was always kept locked?

- Yeah, and it was locked when our people got there.

- Well, so then now the reverend,

he should have a set of keys.

- There were no keys found on the victim's body

or anywhere in the vestry.

- Dora Lange?

- Ah, yes, ma'am.

- She was the only other one in the vestry.

Maybe she took the keys.

- Why would she do that?

- I don't know.

- I don't know.

- Lee? - Yes, ma'am.

- Can you get me a background check on Dora Lange?

She's some sort of newspaper paparazzi or something.

- She's a photojournalist, ma'am.

- She's a photojournalist.

- Ma'am.

- Right.

When someone comes to me after a suspicious delay

with a reason of why their trace evidence

is all over my crime scene, I get a bit twitchy.

Can you go and see Dora Lange?

Get her DNA and blood samples.

See if you can get a measure of her.

Is there something she's not telling us?

Lee, go with him.

- Ma'am.

She's renting a place in the center of Bathsarch.

- And have we got any background on her?

- Well, January this year,

she spent 10 days in Oldmere Clinic.

- Oh, isn't that the--

- Specializes in mental health treatment.

I can't access any details without a warrant.

- Sorry.

Lifetime of eyes pressed up against viewfinders.

- Right, well, when you're ready, Ms. Lange.

- Not the first time I've had my prints taken,

Sergeant Dodds.

- Oh?

- Under the Milosevic regime,

my first foreign assignment.

- Well, if I can just start with your thumb,

please, there.

There you go.

- I owe you an apology.

About your boss, I suppose.

I should have come forward straight away, but it...

Well, I suppose it's a kind of compulsion.

- Compulsion?

- Yeah, I wanted more photos.

- Well, it wasn't helpful,

but then again, I suppose you are a...

Trained observer.

- Sarge?

Shall we?

- We also need to take a DNA sample, Ms. Lange.

- If I could just...

Thank you.

- So, has the father of the bride been charged yet?

- Oh, no, I can't comment on that, ma'am.

But I think you know that.

We'll take a full statement from you,

but there is one question that I want to ask you.

Now, there's a photograph here.

Did you see a key to this door here behind the victim

that leads out to the grounds?

- No.

- So you didn't take it?

- Sergeant, are you questioning me as a suspect?

- No.

- Well, I've taken a three-month let on this place,

as you probably know, so...

I'm not going anywhere.

The CPS have agreed to release your father.

He should be home with you in a couple of hours.

- So he didn't do it?

- He's still under arrest,

but we are exploring other lines of inquiry.

- What exactly does that mean?

- Well, we have compelling evidence against him,

and he clearly had a fight in the vestry with Mitchell,

and I need to know why.

What was going on between them?

I also need to know about this.

He's drinking?

- Just before he's about to officiate

his best friend's daughter's wedding.

He looks distraught.

Why?

Lotta, you were about to get married.

Was there something going on with you guys?

Did your dad find out?

- Are you...

That's disgusting.

Uncle Mitchell and me, that's sick.

Coming here with your filthy accusations and--

- It was me.

Me and Mitchell were...

We were gonna get married.

- What?

- He was just about to tell dad.

- When did this start?

When did he-- - A year ago.

And I heard what happened.

Mitchell was stabbed to death.

That's a maniac, not my dad.

He wouldn't have done it.

No matter what.

- So there I am, after 250 dates and 21 years.

I'm standing in my kitchen at 2 a.m.,

mansplained in the offside rule to Alexa.

And I think,

am I done wrong somewhere?

And at that very moment,

I got a text from Florence.

"I'm getting married next week," she tells me.

So I booked myself on a flight here,

all set to meet my new brother-in-law

down the dog and duck.

Couple of pints, game of darts.

And who should greet me?

But Sandra.

Now, come on now, settle down, settle down.

Seriously.

I couldn't be happier for you, sis.

She's a wonderful girl.

As you might have heard,

the love of my life slipped through my fingers

a long time ago.

But seeing you and Sandra so happy together,

only wish Mom and Dad and Kirsten could be here.

So,

I'd ask you all to be upstanding.

And to raise your glasses

to the bride and the bride.

Florence and Sandra.

- Florence.

- The time has just gone 2.22,

and in sickness and in health,

that was the Duchess herself with love and marriage.

You can't have one without the other.

Try telling that to my ex-wife.

- Everybody out, please.

Come on, I need everybody out.

Sir, don't touch anything.

Thank you.

Yeah, just vacate the vehicle, thank you.

- Mom.

- Okay, this is Florence Saunders, 39 specialist nurse.

Take a closer look.

- She's bleeding from her ears.

- And it started with bleeding from her nose.

I'd say she'd been poisoned

with some kind of anticoagulant, warfarin, arsenic even.

She collapsed suddenly at the end of the meal.

- Someone got to her food or drink?

- Ah, Liz, I need all these dishes processed

as soon as possible.

I know it's Saturday, but this is time critical.

- Okay, so victim's older brother,

her new wife, and her new wife's mother.

They were the only people at the top table

and possible beneficiaries of her death.

- I'll get 'em back to the station for formal statements.

- No, we are officially overstretched here.

It's all hands on deck.

I'll lead the initial stages of this inquiry.

How close are you to formally charging Lenny Wood?

- I'm not sure.

There's just some things that don't add up.

But two suspicious deaths at two weddings in one day.

- Well, I've got a couple of PCs at the station

mining for connections between both weddings.

- Dora Lange?

- The photographer.

- She said she was doing this wedding as well.

- We need to know more before we start talking

about linked murders.

Mm-hmm.

Okay?

- No.

- Are you okay?

Jet lag's brutal.

- I need to be.

Lenny Woods has just remembered something.

- Something tells me it's more than a suspicious death.

- All signs point to poisoning

by someone seated at the top table.

But let's not talk about connections

until we establish one, okay?

You sure about this?

- Yeah, he wants to do it, ma'am.

- Okay, Mr. Wood.

You're now claiming there was a third party in the vestry.

- Yes, that's right.

- And what happened to her?

- She was really healthy.

Didn't smoke, barely drank.

- Well, that's not quite true.

Flo did like a drink, or used to.

- Not since I've known her.

- You got as far as here,

and then, in your own words,

what did you see?

- I saw Mitchell,

covered in blood,

lying in the...

- Go on.

- Can I get in there?

- Sure, you can.

- We think she was poisoned.

We're working on the basis that someone adulterated her food

or drink during the reception.

Someone close to her, physically.

- Hang on.

You think one of us?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I've seen stuff online.

Someone else was murdered at another wedding earlier today.

- What?

- Well, maybe you should be out there

trying to find this maniac.

- Sir?

Sir?

Are you okay?

No.

Paramedics!

Clive?

- I remember that somebody punched me.

He floored me, and I must've just passed out.

I didn't kill Mitchell.

Some kind of lunatic or somebody broke in,

Mitchell caught him, and...

Why would I attack my own best friend with a knife?

- Because they just told you

that him and Lilith were in love,

and they're planning to get married.

- Oh, come on.

No.

No.

- So, when he came round, this guy, where was he?

- He was at the door.

I have a copy of the key to that door right here.

- The key, yes.

He took the key out of the lock.

- After he opened the door?

- Yes.

- Right, so what happened next?

- Come on, Lenny, we need more.

- I, I...

- Think.

Think, Mr. Wood.

- Yeah, he left.

I tried to go after him, but he locked the door.

And then I pulled the knife from Mitch,

and I went out there to get help.

- This intruder, you saw his face?

- No, he was wearing a balaclava.

But before he left, he turned to me,

and there was a, there, a tattoo of a snake.

- Excuse me.

- Mitch, my little girl.

- As far as we can stand, sir,

your daughter and the Reverend Morrison,

they were consenting adults,

as between you and your family.

- Oh, my God.

- Ma'am?

You know, this, this snake tattoo,

well, according to Dora Lange,

that was the last word Mitchell Morrison spoke.

- Yeah, okay, this might sound completely mad,

but remember the dream I was telling you about?

So, it's my wedding day, lovely.

I'm walking down the aisle, and the groom turns around,

but it's not the boyfriend, it's this guy.

And he looks kind of creepy.

And his shirt's open, and he has a tattoo of a snake here.

- Oh, I don't know, ma'am.

I think, you know, he's no sleep,

and it's, I think you're getting,

you're getting a little bit too far.

- Ma'am, do we really think that Mr. Wood,

covered in blood, carrying a knife,

came out through this door, closed it behind him,

threw the key on the ground,

and then walked around the outside of this church,

back in through the front door,

and somehow sneaked past the congregation,

slipped into the vestry,

and then staggered out towards the altar?

- You think Lenny Wood was telling the truth?

The man with the snake tattoo killed Mitchell Morrison.

- Oh, now, look at this.

That's been made recently, very recently.

Maybe it was left here, since this morning.

- It's a message.

- I'm fine, I feel fine.

- Would still prefer you went to hospital to get checked.

- Can't, on a flight tonight.

I'm in the middle of building a holiday apartment complex,

and if I'm not there, it all goes arse up.

- Okay, but you have presented with the same symptoms

as your sister when she died,

so we need to take a blood sample from you.

- Fine.

- And you didn't accidentally share a dish with your sister,

or drink from her glass?

- I don't think so.

Flo was drinking red wine, and I'm tea total.

Just over 21 years sober.

- Since you lost your fiance.

- Now, how do you know?

- Oh, sorry, we always do background checks

on close family of murder victims.

It's routine.

- I was driving.

The inquest cleared me, not my fault,

but I hit the booze pretty hard after that.

Leaving this country,

and getting into the hospitality business,

that's what saved me.

- And did you share anything from this menu?

- Flo's vegan.

It's appetizer.

I'm used to booze, but not squash, yeah.

- Yeah, I had that.

- So did Florence.

- God,

any one of us could have picked up that dish.

- Okay, back to the caterers.

Seize all the dishes that the appetizers were served in.

- But ma'am, there were 67 people.

- Just do it, and tie, please.

- Yes, ma'am.

Sorry, ma'am.

- Is Clive okay?

- Fortunately, he only ingested a tiny part

of what killed your wife.

- Here, take these, honey.

They're good for your nerves.

- How did you feel about your daughter's marriage

to Florence?

- I love my daughter.

I only want what's best for her.

- Florence said the way you love me was suffocating.

With Florence, I can breathe.

- I'm sorry, baby.

- For what, Mrs. Blake?

Is there something you want to tell me?

- Are you actually accusing me of,

you know, Clive's right.

You should be out there

catching whoever's killing people at weddings.

- You have no idea what you're doing, have you?

Completely clueless.

- Well, we'll soon know more

once we recover the murder weapon.

- Ma'am, this dream of yours.

- I don't want to talk about it.

- Yeah, but this snake man, what did he look like?

- '50s, maybe.

He had a ponytail, black hair, dyed.

Seeding hairline, weathered look.

Orange, maybe, I don't know.

- Sarge, do you think you could give me a bit of space?

- Oh, yeah, well, sorry, ma'am.

Oh, yeah, I'll just go and start the whiteboard, ma'am.

- One of these four cups is our murder weapon,

but they've been through a thorough wash,

so it's unlikely forensics can pull prints,

let alone traces of poison.

- Okay, two murders, two weddings.

One, a frenzied knife attack,

possibly a crime of passion,

and a suspect with a clear motive.

- Well, I'm afraid that's not what the evidence

is telling us, ma'am.

- Lenny Wood said that there was a third man

in the vestry wearing a balaclava.

He claims that he was the one

that murdered Mitchell Morrison.

And it sounds like you believe him.

- Well, see, this door from the outside here.

Now, this is always kept locked, right?

It's never used, but there you can see

Reverend Morrison has opened it.

And Mr. Wood here, he claims that this balaclava man,

he escaped through this door and locked it behind him.

And it was locked when we got there, wasn't it?

And you see, now look, there.

This is the key to the vestry door,

and can you see it's got a peculiar X scraped on it?

And it was left just outside for us to find.

- Okay.

Florence Saunders, three possible suspects.

Her brother, unlikely because he was also poisoned,

must've eaten from one of those giant cups.

But Sandra's mother, maybe.

She didn't like the idea of losing her daughter

to another woman.

- Ma'am, toxicology have just come through.

They've identified the presence of tetrahydrosoline

in the blood samples of both Florence and Clive Saunders.

Imbibed in a high enough dose, it acts as a fatal neurotoxin,

but not instantly.

- So the killer wasn't necessarily at the top table.

They could've got into the catering van.

- Opportunism.

Could the common factor be opportunism?

So the killer of Florence Saunders,

he just dropped some poison

into any one of these 60 china cups.

Was Florence just unlucky?

And the killer of Mitchell Morrison,

well, he must've been outside watching.

So when he saw that the door was open,

then he took his chance.

He went inside with his knife

and intended to kill someone, anyone.

- Okay, so what are we saying?

Someone with a grudge against marriage

is just randomly killing people at weddings.

Did Lenny Wood give you anything

on the man he claims to have seen in the vestry?

- Yeah, this snake tattoo.

- And this poison?

- Tetrahydrosoline.

- How would a member of the public acquire that?

- Oh, it's an active ingredient in over-the-counter eye drops.

- What?

- Dora Lange.

- Well, she was using eye drops earlier.

- She is a common factor.

She was at both murder scenes.

You said opportunistic.

That photo that she took placed her

outside the church with the door open.

- Well, any one of these photographs here,

they put her inside the church with the congregation,

even before the murder happened.

- She could have an accomplice.

Thank you for coming, Ms. Lange.

As you may have heard,

I'm the second murderer to wedding today.

- You're looking for a connection

and I'm the common factor?

- Well, you were at both weddings,

and at the first,

you left your trace evidence at the crime scene,

and then you absconded without reporting

to one of our officers.

- Your eye drops, Ms. Lange.

- I've been hauled into a fair few rooms like this

around the world,

and they all have their methods of intimidation,

but eye drop confiscation,

that's a new one.

- We've established that Florence Saunders

was poisoned with tetrahydrozoline.

- Okay.

Unless this poisoning method was particularly fast acting,

which I doubt,

I was at the wedding reception at the barn

for less than 15 minutes.

I left before the victim died,

but the reason I was late

was that you were taking my fingerprints and DNA,

which was probably when the poison was being applied.

- You've never been married, have you, Ms. Lange?

- Oh, I see.

Dried up old spinster, never found love.

Gets so bitter and twisted that she loses the plot

and starts poisoning brides

and launching frenzied knife attacks on vicars,

and you're accusing pretty much everyone

you come across today of these murders.

- Oh, it's not me.

I'm too lazy.

- It's not funny.

- No, it never is.

You just evolve coping strategies.

- Your medical records.

You have a history of violence.

- I don't even like calcations.

I saw this idiot kick his dog in the ribs

and I snapped, I just lost it.

I threw a five grand Leica camera at him.

- Broke his nose.

You're lucky you didn't press charges.

- Pressure turned to stress.

I'd seen too much violence and the aftermath of violence.

I got help.

I straightened myself out and I'm rehabilitated.

- The wedding assignment.

- Yeah, that worked out well, didn't it?

Therapeutic or what?

- Sometimes things catch up with you.

You think you're immune.

You need to pace yourself.

- Did you take any photographs of the barn reception?

- Yeah, they're at home.

I haven't developed them yet,

but if you need them, they're yours.

- Thank you.

- If you have no basis to charge me, I'd like to go.

- Maybe no more weddings today, Miss Lange.

- I don't really think you have that kind of jurisdiction

over me, DCI McDonald.

- I'm getting more reports of a second fatality

at a second wedding today.

It's all unconfirmed and the police have yet to comment, so.

So here in Rachel, over at Victoria Park,

to love and to cherish, have a great day.

More news at half past the hour.

- Rachel, you okay?

- Is that a Hamish?

- It's Hamish.

Hamish!

- Sahir!

- Hamish!

- I'm here, man, I'm here!

- Hamish!

Hamish, buddy!

- Sahir, man, I'm sorry.

- Hamish!

- Hamish Maclay, originally from Elgin in Scotland,

best friend to the groom.

He flew in as a surprise, no one knew he was coming.

He has no known connections to Bath.

- Mum, respectfully, I don't see how we can run

three murder inquiries without any outside help.

- I've asked the chief constable

to declare a critical incident,

shut down any other wedding.

Get some screens in here, please, Goldie.

- We've run out, ma'am.

- I've just spoken to the best man.

Well, actually, they substitute best man.

It turns out the victim was the first choice,

but he and the groom had a bust up on the stag weekend.

Punch is worth writing.

- Okay, find me a quiet room, I'll speak to him.

Firearms incident, we need ballistics analysis in here

as soon as possible.

- Mum.

- What are you thinking, ma'am?

- Okay, 20 to 30 millimeter, one shot to the back

of the head, the groom rolled him over.

For sure kill, you wanna be no more than 20 meters away,

so, over there?

- No, ma'am, we're completely overwhelmed here.

- Yeah, tell me something I don't know.

- We already have a credible suspect, the snake tattoo.

- Yeah, but we only have one witness, Lenny Woods,

who had concussion and didn't see the suspect's face.

- Well, we actually have another witness of sorts.

One who did see the suspect

before the first murder.

Now, maybe the suspect in all three murders.

- Are you serious?

It was a bad dream, just like this is a...

That looks like a Smith and Wesson.

- Look at that.

Yeah, no, it's got a pearl handle.

- Don't expect to find any prints on it, though.

- Yeah, especially if he's leaving us

the murder weapon again.

I don't get why he's doing that.

- We'll have to compare the bullets in the gun

with the one in the victim.

- The ballistics unit are on a skeleton staff on Saturday,

which means I'll have to go to the firing range

and do the test myself,

and then take the bullet out of the victim in situ.

- What, before the post-mortem, is that admissible?

- No, but I'm gonna cut some corners.

- Laura Lang, can you get the pictures from the barn wedding?

Now, please.

- Oh, yes, ma'am.

- Mr. Hassan, I'm sorry about your friend,

but you didn't quite tell the truth

to the officer who took your statement, did you?

- I don't know what you mean.

- Mr. Maclay texted you last night from Hong Kong Airport,

saying he was coming to the wedding.

- Well, as you can see,

it was someone called Sally he texted.

He sent it to me by mistake.

- But that doesn't alter the fact

that you knew he was coming,

or the fact that you and he had a fist fight

on your stag weekend.

- Hamish got really drunk and was mouthing off,

and I lost my temper.

I did not kill Hamish.

Someone else shot him in the head

while I was standing close to him, okay?

- Well, that doesn't--

- Come on!

This is mad.

You can also see I've got the Bath Live app,

and they're reporting three murders at three weddings.

You've got other people saying

you're accusing friends and relatives,

when it's obvious you've got some kind of serial killer

on your hands.

- I'm just following up on this, sir.

- Do your job and find this lunatic

before the next wedding.

- A third killing?

- Yes.

- What time?

- I spent an hour ago.

- While you and your boss were grilling me?

Through here.

- I only had time to take half a roll,

about 20 prints or so.

- And these were taken after the meal?

- Yeah.

But I left before the speeches.

- And so that means the appetizer dishes were long gone.

- You think the poison was in the appetizer?

- Well, in one of the four cups, we believe.

- You still think one of these three did it?

- Oh, I was just running around,

looking at everything and nothing and getting nowhere.

- Sorry, I wasn't thinking.

- What happened to you?

- A 14 year old, demented with PTSS,

waves an AK-47 in your face and screams at you.

And you realize in that moment of potential death

that you've never felt more alive.

And if you talk or bribe your way out of it,

and after every assignment, I'd be on the tube,

coming back from Heathrow and that adrenaline would wear off

and I'd feel

just empty.

And the bad dreams kept coming.

And I'd try a hobby, I'd try dating,

and then I'd try more dating.

And in the end, the only answer was

to get back out in the field.

Until last January, when I had my wobble.

- You smashed up a vintage Lycra.

- I'm guessing you haven't got time for sex.

- What's that?

- This wasn't on the roll you gave us.

- No, I took that with my little Fuji.

- Look at that bridesmaid.

She took a photo.

- Go and save the world, Sergeant Dodds.

- Extracting the bullet from the body

should be with you in half an hour max.

When it comes in, please tell me

that that bullet came from that gun.

- As soon as I know, you'll know.

- Thanks.

- Yeah.

Oh, uh, mm-hmm.

Sure.

- I packed up uni after a year, went traveling.

Did all sorts of jobs, all sorts of places.

Enjoyed myself.

Had my heart broken.

Then I came back four years later.

Mitchell, he knocked around the world a lot

when he was young, so we had a lot in common.

Sometimes we'd just sit in the pub for hours,

just talking.

He made me laugh.

I thought he was nuts,

but it's what convinced me to marry him.

Did Dad kill him?

- I don't think so.

- I'm sorry, but, um,

do you remember this photo that you took

of the photographer in the churchyard before the ceremony?

Do you still have it on your phone?

- Yeah, why?

Can you send it to me?

- Yeah.

- Now, tell your dad and your sisters

what you just told me, yeah?

- Bullet from the third victim matches the Pearl gun.

Take a look at this.

- Three axes?

Oh, look, oh, she sent something through there.

What was?

I think there's something behind her.

Across there.

Who's that behind this line?

- Sorry.

- That's the man, isn't it?

From your dream.

- Yeah, I think so, maybe.

What is going on here?

♪ Ruby ♪

♪ Ruby ♪

- The time is 6.45, and that was classic Ruby Ruby

from the key marginals,

requested by one H.F. Mitchell,

who sends one, two, three kisses to the city of Bath,

plus an extra large whopper in the post

till death us two part.

Okay, we gotta start filtering out

these messages from Trowbridge.

- H.F. Mitchell.

- Hamish, Florence, and Mitchell.

The victims.

So that's one axe or a kiss at crime scene one,

and three kisses at crime scene three.

- Why kisses?

- There's an extra large one in the post.

Okay, DC Lee, get on the phone and get me 276 FM.

- Let's see if there's two kisses

in one of these China cups here.

- Hi, it's DCI Laura McDonald

from the West of England Instabulary.

You've just made a request from an H.F. Mitchell.

How did you get it?

Was it text, email, phone?

Email.

Okay, we're going to send you an email address now,

and then can you forward that as soon as you can?

Thanks.

- I've got it.

Two kisses.

- Here we are.

The request was sent by this H.F. Mitchell at 5.03 PM,

a few minutes after the third murder.

- I don't think he said it right.

He said I'm sending one, two, three kisses

to the city of Bath with an extra large one in the post,

right? - Yeah.

- Okay, well this says one, two, three Xs

to the city of Bath with an XL in the post.

- It's Roman numerals.

10, 20, 30.

An XL is 40.

- Wedding anniversaries.

The murder weapons there, look.

10 years is aluminium, that's the knife.

- 20 is China.

- 30 is pearl, the gun.

- What's a 40th anniversary?

- Ruby.

And the song was "Ruby, Ruby."

- What's coming in the post?

♪ Bursting on my mind

♪ Bursting on my mind

♪ Bursting on my mind

- Keep it locked on 276 Roman Radio.

We got loads more romantic gems coming up

right after the news.

- Okay, every wedding that we know of in the city

has been cancelled.

Get checking, anything and everything Ruby.

Streets, venues, people.

- All in one day.

Starting at 9.15.

And the killings themselves,

they might have been opportunistic,

but the victims chosen randomly.

- But he's, he's also weaving an intricate pattern.

Meticulously choreographed.

Why, why would he do that?

What's he playing at?

- It's not a game.

Sorry, but we're all running around like headless chickens

because we think we found a pattern,

but we haven't found it, have we?

He's given it to us.

- I know that, man.

- Just like he's given us the murder weapons

and he gave us the key outside the vestry.

But where's the lead to the killer?

The actual solid lead that tells us where he is

and who he is.

- Well, the dream, you know who he is.

- No, don't.

- Well, you saw him in your dream.

- Do not mess with me today.

Sergeant Dodds, my office, please.

Take it down a notch.

As you are.

- What's all this about a dream?

- Oh, well, yeah, this man,

I don't know quite how to put this man,

but DCI MacDonald had a dream about him last night,

you know, before the first murder.

- Are you serious?

- Yeah, well, she described him in detail

from his age, the color of his hair,

his ponytail, and even the snake tattoo

before Lenny Wood told us about it.

We need to get into this dream, ma'am.

I'd like to know more about it.

There's this interview technique that I'd like to try.

- Have we got time for that?

- Well, she might wanna do it, but it's all we've got.

- Are we really this desperate?

- Yeah, yes, we really are that desperate, ma'am.

- Okay, here's my office.

I need to get changed.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- You went behind my back.

- Well, I'm sorry, ma'am, but the stuff on that board

out there represents a clear and present danger to life.

So that, in my opinion, overrides all other considerations.

- Noted.

- Excuse me.

- Are we really doing this?

- Yes, ma'am, we are.

Now, what do you remember from the very beginning?

- Well, I'm standing at the back of a church.

I'm wearing white.

My dad's there, walks me down the aisle.

It's a very sunny day, rays of light.

It's all very beautiful.

The happiest day of my life.

- Who's in the congregation?

- Well, there was you.

- Family, friends?

- No, they're all strangers.

- So the pews, they were full?

- That wasn't pews, it was a...

Rows of chairs, three on each side.

- Go on.

- I walk towards the altar and everything goes dark.

Like when the clouds block the sun.

And then the room tilts to the side.

- Who's there at the altar?

- They've got their back to me,

but the groom and his best man.

And the vicar is facing me.

He looks kind of weird.

- Weird?

How?

- Well, he's very young for a vicar.

And he's doing this strange gesture.

- Show me.

- What?

- Go on.

- Then suddenly everyone disappears

and I'm alone in the church.

Apart from my groom.

And he turns around.

And it's the man with the snake tattoo.

Yeah, it's him, it is him.

What is going on?

What is happening?

- Strangers.

Three seats either side of an aisle.

The vicar, he wasn't conducting a service.

He was pointing out the emergency exits.

- The vicar was a flat attendant.

The strangers were holiday makers.

He walked past me in the aisle

when he was coming out the toilet.

The man with the snake tattoo.

He was on the same flight.

Which one?

- He's in Bath.

We just need the inbound flight to Bristol.

- This is everyone on flight AV94 from Athens last night

in alphabetical order.

Every passenger's photo as recorded

at Bristol Airport immigration.

- Okay, let's see him.

- Stop.

- I think that's him.

- Vasilis Giamakis, Greek citizen.

- That's him.

- Okay, credit card hit.

He is staying at the pond in Oldhampton.

- Let's go.

- Oh, police!

- Get your hands where we can see them.

- Secure.

- Get him processed.

- It was an anxiety dream.

Boyfriend asked me to marry him.

- Oh, and you refused?

- No, but I didn't say yes.

We were on this viewpoint thing

overlooking the Pacific and the sun was setting, so...

He got down on one knee,

told me that he loved me with everything he's got,

and I just, I didn't say anything.

I'm not that spontaneous, Sarge, not--

- It's okay, okay.

- I hesitated, and now he's got the hump,

and I think I'm really tired,

and people are dying, and I just, I didn't say yes.

I just, I just--

- There, there, there, there, there.

- Can you not pat me?

Not a collie.

- Sorry, ma'am.

- Oh, my God.

- The victims, they really need you

to pull yourself together.

- Start running this across the internet.

Does it mean something?

Can we trace where he got it?

Anything to tell us who he really is.

- No.

- Okay, so what do we know,

apart from the fact that he's refused a solicitor?

- His passport, under the name of Vasilis Giamakis, is fake,

but a high-grade fake,

and we've recovered three more fake passports

from his hotel room, Polish, Turkish, and Armenian.

- Oh, the receptionist at the Pond Hotel

said his English is excellent,

so he can't hide behind that.

- And we ran his prints across all three crime scenes.

No hits.

- Okay.

So we can place him outside the church

just before the first murder.

Let's try and pick up other images of him

around the other two venues.

We're going to need a lot more than your dream,

TCR McDonald.

- Mitchell Morrison.

Florence Saunders.

Hamish MacLeay.

All dead.

Why?

- Why all these axes?

All these clues for us to find.

- What are you playing at?

- Do you know, Mum?

I don't think this gentleman understands English.

- We'll have to get a translator in.

- What, Greek, Turkish, Armenian?

That's gonna take time, especially on a Saturday.

- Well, we can hold him for 24 hours,

and I reckon it'll be easy to get an extension

for another 72 since he's been traveling

with a fake passport.

- Well, it basically means we've got Snake Boy here

for as long as we need him.

- Mestizio Fidi Adel Fatita.

Am I saying that right?

Translates to the Whip Snake Brotherhood.

That snake tattoo.

You're Greek Mafia.

- Where I come from, there's many men with this tattoo.

- Yes, but how many of them are in Bath right now?

We have a witness that puts you

at the scene of the first murder.

And we have this.

- I have come here following a client who owes us money.

My job is to make sure the client pays us back.

Now, maybe our client killed all those people.

Maybe not.

I don't care.

Not my business.

I don't belong here.

- You really think we're gonna believe that?

- Who are you following?

- Well, if I tell you that,

my brothers will never get their money back.

You know we can arrest you for obstructing justice.

If you're telling the truth,

that means that you're protecting a triple killer.

So maybe you do belong here, in prison,

for a very long time.

- We just want our money back.

- I just want a name.

- More than my life's worth.

- Mum, should we just pop out for a second?

- Ma'am, could he be telling the truth?

Because if he is,

then the person he's following was also on your flight.

- This is everyone on flight AV94 from Athens last night,

in alphabetical order.

- Okay, run the names through the database,

see if anything pings.

See if there's any connections to any of the victims

or the weddings.

So, snake guy over there,

claims he was following someone,

but he won't tell us who, Greek mafia.

- So, either him or the person he's following

suddenly turns into a wedding serial killer.

- Or, that's what the killer wants us to believe.

All these patterns, all these crosses and murder weapons

is just a big smick screen.

- Mum, look at this.

- Okay, the city's in panic,

but the suspects in all three cases

are meeting in 30 minutes.

They're forming some kind of support group,

saying we've been wasting time accusing them

when there's obviously a multiple killer on the loose.

Well, they're wrong about that, aren't they?

- They are indeed, ma'am.

- Okay, let's get down there.

- Ms. Lang?

- I always finish an assignment, Sergeant.

- Ah, marvelous.

We were expecting somebody a little bit more senior,

you know?

- Well, as you can imagine, we're a bit stretched today.

So you've got us, I'm afraid.

- Yeah, and I've been telling you all along

that this is some kind of crazed lunatic.

- You waste all this time and resources grilling us,

accusing me of killing my best friend.

- And I knew nothing about Mitchell and Lilith.

- And we had no reason to kill Florence.

- You're right.

All the evidence is pointing us to a crazed serial killer.

- So the first murder at 9.46 this morning,

the killer, looking for the opportunity

to kill someone, anyone,

got into the vestry at St. Mary's Church

through the unlocked back door

and murdered the Reverend Morrison.

He then took the key, and we found it.

With a very obvious X scratched into it.

- At your wedding, Sandra,

the killer got into the catering van

and applied poison to one of the cups,

which was then served to Florence.

- This very cup there, do you see?

And it's got two little crosses scratched into it.

- And the killing of Hamish Maclay

was a random shooting with a pearl-handed revolver.

Three Xs etched into the bullet.

- One X, two Xs, three Xs, Roman numerals, 10, 20, 30.

- And the murder weapons, aluminium, china, and pearl.

- 10th, 20th, and 30th wedding anniversaries.

- So this was the work of a multiple killer

who not only planned and executed three murders

with cold precision,

but also manipulated the whole inquiry.

- What are you saying?

- Sarge?

- Oh, sorry, ma'am.

So you see now, this cup here,

this is the key that unlocks the whole scheme,

and it gets us to the truth.

We know the killer broke into the catering wagon,

adulterated this very cup here with poison,

and then marked it with two Xs for two reasons.

One was to misdirect us,

get us to think that this was all the work

of some crazed serial killer.

But there was another, deeper purpose,

because when the appetizer was served,

the murderer would know which of those was the poison

and ensure that it was placed in front of Florence Soreness.

- The murders of Mitchell Morrison and Hamish Maclay

were random and opportunistic,

but the murder of Florence Saunders was specific,

deliberate, and premeditated.

She was always supposed to die.

- So does that mean one of them did it?

- Not one of them,

because I was punched by a bloke.

I was poisoned too.

- Well, maybe you took a small dose,

so it would rule you out.

- Maybe lots of things.

If I did this, why would I even be here?

- Well, because all these people,

they believe that these three murders

are the work of a serial killer,

and it's in your interest for them

and the world and us to believe that too.

- You knew this man was following you.

He's Greek Mafia, isn't he?

And you knew that he was following you

because you owed him lots of money,

and you knew about his tattoo.

So you used that to your advantage

by confusing and deflecting us.

- I'm guessing you painted on the same tattoo

and made sure Lenny here saw it in the vestry.

- Maybe you should look at the obvious explanation.

I don't have the money to repay them.

So this is how they punish me,

frame me for three murders.

- That guy's a killer, not me.

- We have him in custody.

- Good, so charge him.

- Well, the problem is I don't have

any evidence against him.

And everything he's told us about you

suggests that you killed three people today.

- Oh, you said I did this.

It's been a long nightmare of a day.

Three murders right under your nose,

and you haven't got a clue.

You're tired and desperate.

But if you add one shred of physical evidence,

you'd have me in cuffs.

Why would I kill Florence?

- Revenge?

21 years ago, Florence was responsible

for the death of Kirsten Lewis, your fiance.

The crash that killed her?

Wasn't you driving, was it?

It was Florence.

Had she been drinking, is that why you took the blame?

Do you think this is what she would have wanted?

Three people dead, is that her legacy?

- Legacy?

Are you kidding me?

I need to go, a plane to catch.

- We've canceled your ticket.

- Did you kill your sister?

- I just lost Kirsten.

I didn't wanna lose my sister too,

so I told the police I was driving.

Six months later, Florence started drinking again,

and I had to leave the country.

And Florence is in love.

She's getting married.

She's happy.

Here I am, burdened with debt.

Flow had cash.

If I framed Vasilis, I could get the cash,

clear my debt, and get him off my back.

- So where's my legacy?

Where's this?

Nothing but this.

- Two innocent people.

And my daughter-in-law.

- That's it.

- This is Paul Watt, signing off.

And what can I say?

Three confirmed fatalities at three different weddings

on a day when we were supposed to be celebrating love

and lifelong companionship.

I guess I should play something poignant and emotional,

but sometimes when you're left asking yourself,

where is the hope?

Maybe silence is the only answer.

Good night.

- You in hurt?

- You know, we had the first three months

of a relationship in three minutes.

- Is that a good thing?

- I don't know.

- Do you ever wonder where the hope is, Sarge?

- Oh yeah, I do, I do.

More and more.

- And?

- Well, all we have is tomorrow.

So I'm gonna amble down to the sun rising,

sink a couple of pints of Old Peculiar,

with a packet of salt and vinegar,

and lose badly again at darts.

After Brian Watson,

and then walk home and count my legs.

I have not my money.

- Sounds quite nice.

- There you go.

Night night, ma'am.

- Night night, Sarge.

- The answer's yes.

The answer's yes.

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