All language subtitles for Grace - S04E02 - Want You Dead

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Dzien dobry.

I knew the boys were
planning something stupid

but err, you know I didn't
think they were gonna

leave me here all night.

Let's have a look. See
what we have here, okay.

We'll have you out in
two shakes of a jiffy.

Let me see, err, I think we
have the right thing here.

It's got, just, err...

Okay.

Let me see.

Oh, my fee, it is, err, £180.

You're having a
laugh, aren't you?

I ain't got that kind of money.

Oh, okay.

You don't have to pay.

What a nuisance.

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

You can't leave me here!

Just watch.

The path is closed!

There's been an accident.

Police, I need the police.

I feel like I should
propose again seeing it all

went so wrong the first time.

It didn't go wrong, I said yes.

I just hate that Smallbone
ruined our moment.

No.

We'll have other moments.

What if he disrupts the wedding?

Firstly I think Glenn will have
found him, long before then,

and secondly...

I'm not prepared
to live in fear.

I want to marry you.
I want to be happy.

Alvin Smallbone does
not get a say in that.

When do you want to tell
people we're engaged?

Soon.

But not yet.

I like it just
been ours for now.

It hurts.

You don't have a
rash or a fever,

and you've eaten
all your breakfast.

You can go to school.

This isn't like him.

He might be coming
down with something.

He's faking it. I should know.

Even, if he is faking it,
there must be a reason.

- He has a spelling test today.
- Ah, right.

That'll be Roy.

Well, see you later.

Have a good day
alright, see you later.

- Bye, kids.
- Any forensics on the pram?

Nah, sorry. It's clean so far.

I still think it was Smallbone.

How can you be so sure?

Well, I never told you this,

but one of Sandy's
bracelets went missing just

as we were moving house.

You sure it's not just lost?

No. It was definitely taken.

You know as well as I do
right, Smallbone is...

is all about brute force.

We're talking about
the guy that broke

Larry Brooker's fingers, right.

If he was in your house, he
would have smashed the place up.

Somebody took it.
That much I do know.

Look, we're keeping all
lines of enquiry open.

That's my line -Yeah, I know.

That's why I said it.

Listen, I have got this,
alright, old timer?

Okay.

Oh, wait. God, do you
know what's crazy?

We've been so caught up in
this Smallbone situation that,

well, I never chance
to congratulate you.

- For what?
- Cleo's pregnancy!

Oh, thanks.

Listen, I am so
happy for you guys.

Thank you.

Any other new info,
keep me posted, yeah.

Thank you.

Roy.

It's a male, 50s, there's no ID,

there's no obvious injuries,

it was found at first
light by a park ranger.

Did it rain last night?

No, I don't think so.

Then why's he sopping wet?

Look at the
bloating. His colour.

He looks like a
drowning, doesn't he?

If he drowned, he didn't
do it all the way up here.

Well, assuming somebody
transported the body in a car,

it's still a 15-minute walk
from the car park to here.

That's a long way to
carry a dead body.

Detective Superintendent
Roy Grace,

This is Detective
Inspector Glenn Branson.

You must be Mr. Whitlock.

Err, yes, yes, sorry.

Must have been a nasty shock.

Sometimes you find dead sheep,

it's not nice but
it's to be expected.

- Nothing like this.
- There you go.

Could you describe
your morning to us?

It was the usual.

Out before dawn.

I walk the paths, make sure
everything's safe and in order,

check no one's camping
or making fires.

And... then there he
was, just lying there.

- Do you want a cup of tea?
- No.

Did you pass anyone
as you were walking?

A man in the car park.

He was leaving as
I was parking up.

I thought it was a bit
odd because he'd have been

walking out here in the dark.

Can you describe him?

Erm, average height.

Dark hair, sort of slicked back.

Oh, and he was wearing a suit.

- A suit?
- Yeah.

Black, with a white shirt.

Seemed cheerful enough, said
"Good morning" as we passed.

- I think he was Northern.
- Thank you.

Thank you for your help.

- Hey.
- Hello.

Can I get an... express
service on that, please.

Yeah, sure.

Gentleman's black waistcoat.

I'll just get you a ticket.

I've taken his prints but
nothing has come back.

He hadn't eaten in days, he
had poor personal hygiene.

Must have neglected
himself for a while.

So, what do you
reckon, unhoused?

I didn't find any of the
opportunistic infection

that might be common in
someone who's living rough,

no scabies, ringworm
or impetigo.

But we did find evidence of
alcohol related liver disease.

Your instincts were correct.

He did die from drowning,

but not in water.

Samples of the fluid have been
sent for further analysis,

but I'm confident it's milk.

Milk?

What, an agricultural accident?

He could be an
undocumented migrant,

who's working illegally.

Dies, and the farmer dumps
his body to cover it up?

If you're trying to
cover up a death,

why dump him in an open
space like Wooding Beacon?

It seems quite
risky, doesn't it?

Also the witness
description doesn't sound

- like your typical farmer.
- That's true.

And who wears a suit
to dispose of a body?

That is how it's done.

Alright, watch this,
it's gonna go in in one.

- Ready?
- Yeah, you can do it.

- You can.
- Ooh!

Okay, heads up.

This morning, we discovered the
body of an unidentified male

at the top of Wooding Beacon.

I believe this was
a deposition site,

not the primary crime scene

because the body
was soaking wet,

pathology have confirmed that
he died from drowning in milk.

Yeah.

Nothing from fingerprints,

so while we wait for DNA, I
want checks on incident logs,

missing persons
reports, dental records.

Someone must be wondering
what happened to him.

The victim might have been
a seasonal farm worker,

so let's ask around the farms,
talk to the gang masters,

see if anyone recognises him.

There's a map here

with 31 farms marked
on it, so let's try

and divide them up, yeah.

Well, I'll take all
the farms to the West.

And I'll take the
ones to the East.

Remember to bring your wellies.

We also need to trace a
man with a Northern accent,

seen leaving the area,
dressed in a black suit.

And we're setting up a visible
police community office

in Wooding Beacon to
trace any more witnesses,

but we also need to trace all
cars that were in that car park.

And finally, I want checks
on all CCTV and ANPR

from the immediate area.

Right. Let's go.

Yes, I think it is a
better placement for her,

that's right.

Erm, thank you very
much. Yeah, glad to help.

Just one?

East Sussex
Children's Protection,

this is Tommy Adeoye,
how can I help you?

Hey there, my name
is Alan Little.

I'm a teacher at
Kemptown Primary.

I was wanted to follow
up on one of my children.

And what's the child's name?

Lulu Hurst. She's
seven years old.

And you say you've called
before, Mr. Little?

Back in March. Lulu
has been coming

to school saying she
hasn't had breakfast,

and her clothes are dirty.

I thought you'd have
assessed her by now.

Err, I'm sorry but I can't
seem to find her on my system.

That's unbelievable.

There's a small child
at risk of harm.

I can assure you, Mr. Little...

Why haven't you got the file?

- Why can't you find it?
- We are doing our best.

This is just incompetence.

Erm, if you give
me Lulu's address,

I'll check on her
as soon as I can.

Yeah, I hope so.

Boss. Sorry results on the
fluid sample from the lungs

of our unknown male.

I'll call you back.

- Sheep's milk?
- Hmm, yeah.

Higher in milk solids
and A-two proteins,

has got more medium
chain fatty acids

and smaller fat globules
than cow's milk.

It's erm, it's
creamier basically.

Bella and Norman are wasting
their time looking at cows.

We need to find sheep farms.

Sheep farms.

Okay, there's one here,

which is a mile away from
where the body was found.

Susan?

Do you have large milk
tanks on the premises?

Big enough for
someone to fall into?

I suppose you could fall in
to them if you really tried,

but it wouldn't be easy.

This is where the
milk's made into cheese.

You can see for yourself,
you can't fall in,

you'd have to climb
in deliberately.

And I'd presume you'd notice.

The tank is constantly checked.

We'd notice an entire human.

Has anyone ordered a large
quantity of milk recently?

Not exactly.

Hello?

I had two of these churns.

But someone came and stole the
other one a few nights ago.

They took it and filled it with
about a hundred litres of milk.

Did anyone see who did it?

We've got him on
CCTV. He's a bit odd.

See what I mean?

Just a bit weird.

A man in a black suit.

Hello?

Hello, it's Tommy Adeoye,
from Children's protection.

Is anyone there?

Hello, Lulu, my
names Tommy Adeoye.

He was found around
5:00 A.M. by stage hands

who arrived early
to unload scenery.

Did they recognise him?

No, but they did say that
anyone can access this area.

Tommy Adeoye. A social worker.

East Sussex
Children's protection.

Multiple puncture wounds,
in the limbs, in the torso.

Attacked by a gang?

Only if they all used
identical weapons.

What kind of knife
are we talking about?

I'll be able to tell you more

once I've had a chance to
examine his body more closely.

With so many injuries you'd
think he'd bled out on the spot.

But there's no
blood on the ground.

Okay, so killed somewhere
else, and then dumped here.

It's a big risk dumping a
body in such a busy place.

I mean...

especially right in
front of that CCTV.

It's brazen.

A bit like dumping a body at
the top of Wooding Beacon.

There you are.

I asked for a brew.

It is a brew.

A cold brew. Try it,
you might like it.

Just checking, you didn't
want sheep's milk with that?

That your other girlfriend?

No, that's what the
burner phones for.

Answer it, she clearly
wants to speak to yer.

Hello. Yeah, speaking.

No that dates not
gonna work for me.

Yeah, well, I'm up to my
eyeballs with work right now.

Yeah.

Look, the best I can do
is I'll check my calendar

and then I'll get back to you.

Yeah, absolutely. Mm-hmm,
sure. Okay, alright.

Bye. Bye. Bye.

Who was that?

Mobile phone company.

Begging for an
upgrade, I mean...

- Right.
- They don't bloody stop,

- do they?
- Well, your hiding something,

and you know I'll find out.

Impossible.

They've all being paid off.

Not everything has
to be a joke, Norman.

When you're ready, I'm here.

There's another body.

Oh, best not let it get cold.

I'm not done with you yet.

Cop hold of that.

Any progress on
the unknown male?

No hits on our DNA database,
no misper reports that match.

We're still waiting
on dental records.

Okay.

Earlier today, we
attended a fatal stabbing.

Tommy Adeoye was
a social worker.

He may have been attacked
by more than one person.

His body was dumped
behind Brighton Dome.

Nick, can you follow
up with Tommy's office

his last movements, any cases
he might have been covering.

He was still
wearing his lanyard,

he may have been working
at the time of the attack.

I want CCTV coverage of the Dome
and the whole surrounding area.

I need to know how Tommy's body
was dumped next to the Pavilion.

Right, well, there's good
coverage around there

because of the drugs
and anti-socials.

I'll have some news
for you by lunch.

People have been asking
why you keep vanishing.

Bruno has been missing you.

Did you find what you were
looking for on your travels?

Who says I was
looking for anything?

When you first arrived here,

you told us you needed a
place to raise your son

and to not ask questions
about the past.

We respected that
and welcomed you in.

But recently you've had this
look in your eye, Alessandra,

like the past has
found you here.

Clearly you are not at peace.

I've made too many mistakes
to ever be at peace.

Sandy Christina Grace.

The wound pattern
is very confusing.

They're all very
deep but not ragged,

and if you look at his hands,

you'll see there's
no defence injuries.

So was he unconscious
before he was stabbed?

- Or already dead?
- He was definitely alive.

He was virtually exsanguinated

and you don't bleed like that
if your heart isn't beating.

He was alive but not moving.

- So, why didn't he fight back?
- I'm not sure.

There's multiple
entry and exit wounds.

But it wasn't a frenzied attack.

The wounds are deliberate, but
their positioning is so random.

He must have been immobilised
but there's no bruising

to suggest restraints or ropes.

The blade was narrow
and pointed, very long.

A sword?

Most swords are wide and flat.

He could have been
killed with a rapier.

I can buy a rapier
online right now.

Ceremonial, antique,
decorative, cosplay.

You name it.

It's not a good murder
weapon though, is it?

Hard to conceal,

difficult to maintain
the element of surprise.

It's not the kind of thing

you have lying around
your house either.

The killings are different

but the post mortem
behaviour is similar,

the choice of public dump sites.

You think they're connected?

They're complicated,
ridiculously high risk.

The killer would have had
to go to a lot of trouble

to plan them out.

Why? To show us
how clever he is?

I think there'll be a
bigger reason than that.

They're haven't gone
for ease or convenience.

Both murders seem designed
to send a message.

Yeah, but who is the
message meant for?

Let's make some money, boys.

- Hello.
- Sir.

Hands off the table please, sir.

I remember you.

Do you, sir? Have you
been here before then?

No, no. I remember
you from the telly.

Seems very unlikely.

I've got a really
good memory for faces.

I have a very ordinary face.

No, you were on TV, I'm
absolutely positive.

I'm absolutely positive
I'd remember if I was.

Stand or hit?

I don't know, hit.

See you later.

Okay. Thanks, Norman.

Glenn, you're gonna
want to see this.

CCTV from the Dome.

That's got to be Tommy's
body in the case.

He knows exactly
where the cameras are.

He must have wheeled
the body right across

the middle of Brighton.

Norman, check all the CCTV
from the surrounding area

we need to identify
his route to the Dome.

Here's Tommy's desk.

Did he have any enemies?

You know, clients that were
angry or upset with him?

He was lovely. Most
people don't last long.

They get compassion fatigue.

But not Tommy. He had
enough love for everyone.

You okay? Do you
need a minute?

No.

I wanna help.

Are you sure?

Okay.

I'm just looking for
anything that shows me

Tommy's appointments on the day.

Okay.

Yeah, what can you tell
me about... Lulu Hurst?

Nothing.

Looks like Tommy opened a
new file on her that morning.

Surely no child lives here.

What the hell?

This box was left for
us to find at the scene

where we now believe
Tommy Adeoye was killed.

It's been sent for testing

but as it seems to have
been left on purpose,

I don't think we'll find
any fingerprints or fibres.

Well, Lulu Hurst, the young
girl supposedly at risk,

doesn't exist.

I checked with Kemptown Primary

and they have no child of
that name enrolled there.

So, then I asked if I
could speak to the teacher

who called in the referral.

- Alan Little?
- He doesn't exist, either.

I called every nursery,
primary, and secondary,

public and private.

No Lulu Hurst. No Mr. Little.

Well, can we trace the call?

Well, the number was withheld,
but the call was recorded.

East Sussex
Children's Protection.

This is Tommy Adeoye.
How can I help you?

Hey, there. My name
is Alan Little.

I'm a teacher at
Kemptown Primary.

I wanted to follow up
on one of my children.

And what's the child's name?

Lulu Hurst.

Well, the park
ranger said the man

he spoke to had a
northern accent.

Right, so he leaves
the box behind,

and now we've got
his voice on tape.

Did he know he was
being recorded?

Yeah, yeah, it's made clear
that all calls are recorded.

Why would you leave a
trail of crumbs like this

unless you wanna get caught?

We've got a match on dental
records for the drowning.

His name is Clyde Graves.
We have an address.

Did he live alone?

Tenancy's in his name only.

Ugh. Do you smell that?

Ugh.

Looks like we have found
the scene of the crime

for Clyde Graves.

Get forensics here now.

Boss.

This is the intel so
far on Clyde Graves.

I, err, I spoke with a
PCSO who had dealt with him

on a number of occasions.

His life was pretty chaotic.

Next of kin?

No. Parents have passed.

This was on the floor,
behind the sofa.

- Both boxes are the same?
- Identical.

Both reproductions of
antique puzzle boxes.

Nineteenth century.
Originally made in Japan.

Popular amusements at
the time, apparently.

Let me guess... they're
available online.

By the hundreds.

Churned out in a
factory in Shenzhen.

Device placed inside the
box, pretty straightforward.

When the lid flipped
open, device was triggered

and a dose was dispersed
through the air.

Dose of what?

Waiting on the lab for results.

Harry Houdini did a famous
escape from a milk churn.

It was filled with water, he
was handcuffed, put inside.

And the audience would
hold their breath

while he tried to escape.

Well, how did he get out then?

Well, the milk churn
was impossible to open

from the outside

but actually easy to push
open from the inside.

Well, it wasn't easy for

Clyde Graves to
push the lid open.

So what do we think? It was
a trick gone wrong or...?

Can you crouch down for me?

Sorry?

Can you crouch down for me?

As if you were in a box.

Yep, okay...

Now, neither Tommy nor Clyde
had any marks on their wrists.

There was no evidence to suggest
they were handcuffed or tied up.

I don't think this was
a trick gone wrong.

They were never meant to escape.

What are you doing?

See how the random wound
pattern suddenly makes sense

if he's crouched down,
trapped inside a box.

Yeah.

He can't move or defend himself.

Magic sword trick.

So, the CCTV thing I
was telling you about,

I ordered it.

Basically, this is where
the first camera will be,

by the front door,
another camera here,

which covers the driveway,

two more cameras round the
side, and then one at the back.

They detect even
slightest movement.

We will get notifications
on our phones,

because there's an app.

And then what?

Well, then there's a panic
button, one in the kitchen,

one in our bedroom.

This is madness!

I told you, I'm
not living in fear.

Jumping out my skin every
time a cat walks by.

Well, it's just precautionary.
Wouldn't be forever.

We're not doing it!

CCTV will give us a
false sense of security.

You think you're in control

because you're watching
everything, but it's...

an illusion.

There... there is no control.

Okay.

Okay.

Just extra security, that's all.

Yeah.

Take me through this again.

Woman: Roy was always working.

I felt abandoned, and...

I was angry.

And then I realised
I was pregnant,

and I didn't know
who the father was.

When you're in a dark place, you
do things you're not proud of.

I had nowhere to turn.

It was too much.

So I vanished.

It was easier to disappear
than confront the truth.

Then Bruno started asking
who his father was,

and I didn't have the answers.

That is why you went back.

I saw Roy.

He's expecting a baby.

He looked happy, in a way
I've never seen before.

So I couldn't tell him.

Sounds like they
have all moved on.

You are the only one still
holding on to the past.

It's not as simple as that.

Someone saw me
while I was there.

Right, I've checked all the CCTV
footage from Cranstock Street,

Dexton Road, and Arnholt
Street, and there's nothing.

No sign of a fella in a
black suit with a suitcase.

That's impossible.

Well, I showed the screen grab
to every shop keeper in the area

and no one has seen him.

I'm telling you, he did not
walk down those streets.

Well, what about taxis?

Did someone drop him off?

No, there was no
drop-offs. I've checked.

Right, so, what, he
appears out of nowhere

at the Dome with the body?

Yeah!

Like magic.

Exactly.

What if making a drowned
body appear at the top

of Wooding Beacon
was a magic trick?

What if making a body
appear in the centre

of the busiest part of the
city was another magic trick?

It's only a trick until
you know how it's done.

There's gonna be an
obvious solution.

Norman, go back to the Dome.

Retrace all the approach routes.

We must be missing something.

We need to check out all the
local magicians, magic acts.

See if Clyde and Tommy had
any links to that community.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, what?

Everything that's happened
has been meticulously planned.

Who would have the means

and the motive to orchestrate
something on this scale?

We are watching a performance.

DI Branson. Yeah, one sec.

DS Bella Moy.

What the hell's going on?

How did you get this number?

Detective Superintendent Grace.

The guy you're looking for,

my ex-husband used to know him.

They liked day drinking
in Russell Square

but they had a falling
out over money.

How did you get this number?

I want the £10,000.

What £10,000?

Well, for the tip.

What are you talking about?

The murder of Clyde Graves!

Where are all these
calls coming from?

Hey, hey, hey, look. Boss.

- When did this appear?
- Err, three minutes ago.

It's being forwarded and
shared all over Brighton.

We never sanctioned this.

Why's our number on there?

Who's responsible for this?

It's a local firm. E.
Weisz Rubbish Removal?

How did they get the
names of the victims?

Social media's rife
with speculation.

Call them. Tell them
they are jeopardising

a police investigation.

I have tried. It's just
ringing. No one's picking up.

Norman, Bella, go down
there. Tell them in person.

My pleasure. No one
can resist this face.

Let me do the talking.

Are you sure this is
the right address?

Yeah, I'm sure. Oh, what,
you don't believe me?

I'm double checking.

Look, this is the exact location
that it says on the website.

Apparently, we are at E.
Weisz Rubbish Removals.

Well, they don't exist, then.

Absolute waste of time.
More smoke and mirrors.

Yeah, but we must have been
sent here for a reason.

Lab reports are back.
Toxicology have confirmed

that both boxes have traces
of a powder containing

powerful barbiturates.

It's gonna take 'em a while to
identify all the compounds, sir.

So, this powder, if blown
directly into your face,

would it be strong enough
to render you unconscious?

I believe so.

Which would enable you to
put someone into a milk churn

or a box without a struggle.

The rubbish removal
firm doesn't exist.

Why am I not surprised?

Yeah, the firm doesn't exist,
but the ad and the website do,

and they've both been paid for.

- By who?
- Alan Little.

The primary school teacher
who also didn't exist.

But he used a real credit
card to pay for the ad.

I got the details,

and it's registered to an
address that does exist.

Let's get a warrant
for that address.

Oh, what?

I guess we're taking
the stairs, then.

Yep.

I want this flat taken apart

DNA swabs, the works.

Anything that gets us closer

to the real identity
of Alan Little.

This address, it's a hoax.

Alan Little is a hoax.

Even the bloody broken
lift was a hoax.

Well, that's the
message, isn't it?

Nothing is real. Don't
trust anything you see.

Morning. Okay, so...

The flat where we found the
dummy was rented for the week.

Let me guess...
by Alan Little.

Same credit card
as the ad, yeah.

Clyde Graves had a shoebox
of mementoes under his bed.

This was in there.

Wow. Can't believe
that used to be him.

He had a double act
with a magician called

Cedric Mervielle for a bit.

Worked the cruise ships
and theatre circuit.

But then Cedric went solo

and hit the big-time
with an escapology trick.

Welcome... to The Incinerator.

This box, airtight and cannot
be opened from the inside.

This gas is highly flammable.

I will be secured with chains
and locks inside the box.

And I've got two
minutes to escape.

Okay, so usual thing.
Straightjacket,

handcuffs, shackles,
into the box,

lid bolted on.

And the gas and
countdown timer start.

And two minutes later...

Turn the gas off!
Turn the gas off!

Boys, quick! There's a fire!

Fire, fire, fire extinguisher!
Quickly, quickly, quickly!

Can't find any TV
appearances after this one.

He kind of fades away.

Yeah, but did you
notice his look?

The suit.

It's what the park
ranger described.

He works at the casino now.

Nice work, Bella.

Let's go and find
Cedric Mervielle.

Hey, you. What's up?

The school called and said
Sammy's been complaining

of a stomach ache all morning.

They wanna send him home.

- What, now?
- I can't pick him up.

We're massively short
staffed here as it is.

Sister...

Right, I'll, err... I'll
go get him in a bit.

- Can you do that?
- Yeah, yeah, it's all covered.

Amazing, thanks.

Listen, dinner, homework.

I'll take care of
it. Right, bye-bye.

All okay?

Yeah, Yeah. Err, family life.

Got it all under control.

You used to work
here, didn't you?

Yeah, I was a bouncer
for a good few years.

- What was it like?
- Depressing.

I watched people come
in with high hopes

and leave with
absolutely nothing.

Hello, Cedric.

Detective Superintendent Grace.

This is Detective
Inspector Branson.

Plain old Graham these days.

Haven't seen one
of them in years.

Where did you find it?

At the home of a murder victim.

- Who?
- Clyde Graves.

When was the last
time you saw him?

Last time I saw Clyde?
20 years ago, at least.

We only worked together briefly.

What happened?

A good magician pays close
attention to all the details.

Escapology is dangerous.

If your partner doesn't do his
job properly, you could die.

Did Clyde put your
life in danger?

I used to do a version of
Houdini's milk-churn escape.

He didn't fasten
the lid correctly,

and it got stuck for real.

Took him three
minutes to work out

I wasn't getting
out without help.

What, so you held your
breath for three minutes?

Yeah. I thought I was
gonna drown onstage.

So I didn't work with him again.

Clyde was drowned
in a milk churn.

Let's talk through here.

Listen, I haven't
performed in decades.

Why stop? I mean you
was on prime-time TV.

You were famous.

I had one great escape,
which was The Incinerator.

And I was selling out all my
shows up and down the country.

Then the TV people
approached me.

Thanks.

I jumped at the chance but
that was my fatal mistake,

because once everyone
sat down with their tea

that Saturday night
to watch the escape,

they didn't have to buy a
ticket to see it in a theatre.

That TV show, it
ended my career.

Couldn't you invent
another escape?

I'm a showman. I perform.
I can't invent the escapes.

That's another skill entirely.

Where did you get The
Incinerator from then?

I bought it cheap
from another magician.

I didn't have the
money for another.

I couldn't sell The
Incinerator, either,

so it were over.

Did you know a,
err, Tommy Adeoye?

- No.
- Are you sure?

Take another look.

No.

Well, you spoke to him.

East Sussex
Children's Protection.

This is Tommy Adeoye.
How can I help you?

Hey, there. My name
is Alan Little.

I'm a teacher at
Kemptown Primary.

I wanted to follow up
on one of my children.

And what's the child's name?

Lulu Hurst.

That's not my voice.

Sounds like you.

It's an impersonation.

He's pretending to be me,
but it's fake, I promise you.

Well, thanks for your time.

Do you believe him, the
impersonation story?

No, but we can't arrest him.

- It's all circumstantial.
- Yeah.

I'll see if we can link
him to Tommy Adeoye.

Yeah.

And check his phone's
location history.

I wanna know if he's been
anywhere near Wych Cross Farm,

Clyde's flat, the trap
house, or the Dome.

Yeah.

So, this'll be the last time
you'll see me for a while.

How long will you
be gone for then?

Long enough to make plans.

What've you got in the works?

In the works?

I've got unfinished
business, mate,

with the man who
cost me everything:

my relationship, my
liberty, and my reputation.

That cannot stand.

Do you have a minute, sir?

Yes, come in.

I just wanted to ask your
permission to access the CCTV

around the station.

It's to see if Alvin Smallbone's
been in the vicinity.

Is that likely?

Roy's in a new house.

Smallbone would've had to
have followed him home.

You think that it was
Smallbone who lit the pram?

Yeah, well, in view of
his recent threats, yeah.

Grace has been here a long time.

I'm sure there's more
than one person holds

a grudge against him.

Possibly, but, err,

Smallbone's the only active
threat that we're aware of.

Sure. I'll obtain
the footage for you.

Hello -Hello?

- Hi, Auntie, it's Glenn.
- Oh, Glenn.

Yeah, I need you to,
erm... one second, sorry.

There's something
we need to see.

I'm so sorry.

I've promised Ari I'd go and
pick up Sammy from school.

He's, err... he's not well.

Right, no. You go.

Hi, Auntie. Yeah, I
need a huge favour.

It's been wiped clean,
not a single print...

That thing is creepy, isn't it?

I keep waiting for it to
jump up and strangle me.

It's all handmade.

You can see here there's
a pretty simple mechanism

to control the
eyes and the mouth.

There's also a label
stuck inside...

which I believe is
the maker's mark.

Lubos Sterba.

Let's find out who that is.

"Yes, boss."

- Hi, Auntie. Thanks.
- Hello.

Dad, I thought you
were staying with me.

I've gotta get back to
work, mate, okay? Come on.

No, Sammy, look.

Auntie's gonna take
good care of you.

I promise you, alright?
Look, I won't be long.

- Go on.
- Come on, Sammy.

Alright, then. Come along.

Lubos Sterba
specialises in making

magic tricks and apparatus.

He also makes puppets.

And we showed him a
picture of the dummy.

He recognised it immediately.

He said the dummy was
called Alan Little.

- Who did he sell it to?
- Alan Whitlock.

So, the dummy's Little Alan,

I mean, you can see
what he did there.

Glenn, the park ranger who
found Clyde Graves's body,

wasn't he called Alan Whitlock?

Err, yeah. Hold on.

Yeah, Alan Whitlock.
He's the one

who told us about the
man in the black suit.

He set the ball rolling.

We need to find him.

He gave an address when
he gave his statement.

Who knows if it's even real.

Houdini's real name
was Erik Weisz.

E. Weisz Rubbish Removals.

This looks like a lifetime
dedicated to illusion

and misdirections.

Lulu Hurst.

That's the name of the abused
girl that Tommy couldn't find.

Boss! He's here.

Get down on the ground! Put
your arms behind your head!

Get down on the ground!

So, you're not really
a park ranger, then?

What the eye sees
the mind believes.

You saw a park ranger...

But I was looking at a murderer.

You don't look well.

I'm dying of cancer.

The pain keeps me
awake at night.

What type of cancer?

Melanoma.

It's a gift from my father.

It, err, starts so
very small, and then...

it's like magic...
it's everywhere.

Is that why you decided
to kill Clyde and Tommy?

Because you're
running out of time?

What did they do to you?

Oh, that's like asking a
magician to reveal his secrets,

don't you think?

Okay. I've heard enough.

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of murder

of Clyde Graves
and Tommy Adeoye.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence,

if you do not mention
when questioned,

something you later
rely on in court.

Anything you do say, may
be given in evidence.

Ohh!

Sir?

Yes, ambulance!

His bathroom is full of sleeping
tablets and painkillers.

Let's get them
across to the lab.

I'm guessing he mixed
those into the powder

he used to subdue his victims.

Something's not right.

Alan would've seen
the police cars,

but he still walked
straight towards us.

Well, he was surrounded.
I mean, where could he go?

Yeah, but why would he
give himself up so easily?

After he planned
everything so carefully!

Unless he didn't
give himself up.

Who was the officer
that went with him?

Err, Evans.

We need to find out
where that ambulance is.

Hey!

Come back here! Hey!

So, I've updated PNC and ANPR

and applied for authority to
track Whitlock's bank account.

There's an all points
warning out for him,

but I'm guessing he's
gonna wanna lay low.

Look, he prepared this
disappearance carefully.

Unless he makes a mistake,

our only option is to get
ahead of his next move.

Well, he faked the seizure,
so he might be lying

about the cancer, as well.

I wanna see all his
medical records.

I'll get a warrant.

Grace.

First Smallbone, then John Nash,

and now Alan Whitlock has
slipped through your fingers.

I'm doing everything
I can to find him.

If once is a mistake and
twice is unfortunate,

what does that make this?

A trend? A habit?

I will find Alan Whitlock, sir.

Right now, we're examining
every inch of his house

and digging into his history...

I want you to contact the Argus
and launch a public appeal.

With respect, The
Argus has traditionally

done more harm than
good to my enquiries.

You need to rebuild your
relationship with the press.

Kevin Spinella has gone.

Clearly, you need help.

Will that be all?

So, who are we meeting?

- Spinella Mark Two?
- Siobhan Sheldrake.

She seemed nice
enough on the phone.

Are you giving her the
benefit of the doubt already?

Well, that's your call. You'll
be her point of contact.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

Consider it part of
your SIO training.

Thank you, guys.

If you can stay behind for
a photo, that'd be great.

Thanks, guys.

Hi. I'm Siobhan. It's
lovely to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, too.

I'm sure you know about my
history with your colleague.

Never my colleague. He
was already in prison

when I took his place.

Right, so you'll appreciate

why we're gonna need
some ground rules.

Of course.

Right, so any tips or leads

that you receive as a
result of this meeting

remain confidential.

You inform us first. Okay?
We investigate it, not you.

Understood.

And, err, don't give Alan
Whitlock a silly name,

like The Escape Artist...

Or, err, The Murdering Magician.

Exactly!

Well, it was good to meet you.

Wait. I have a ground
rule for you guys, too.

- Go on.
- I get everything first.

Give me a head start
on the nationals.

Well, err, this goes
well, don't see why not.

- Okay.
- Alright. Nice one.

DI Branson.

Yeah, hold on. Just give
me a second, please.

Never seen a house
with this many doors.

Most of them are fake.
They don't even open.

Have you found anything...

to link Alan Whitlock to
Clyde Graves and Tommy Adeoye?

Not yet, but I did find out

that Alan Whitlock
inherited this house

after his father died.

A lot of this stuff
belonged to his dad.

So he must have grown up here.

Surrounded by magic.

Okay. Yeah, no, great.

Thank you. I
appreciate it. Bye-bye.

It seems like Whitlock
recorded every performance

until 2004.

And after that, nothing.

Siobhan found this in
the Argus archives.

It's also from 2004.

"Community leaders
have appealed for calm

after a night of violence

forced homeowners Alan
Whitlock and Clyde Graves

to flee their house
on Beckensdale Road

after it was attacked 11:00
p.m. on Tuesday night,

"by a group of residents."

So Alan and Clyde were a couple?

Yeah, it would seem so.

The trap house was
on Beckensdale Road.

Yeah.

So maybe Alan sent Tommy
there for a reason.

If he lost everything in 2004,

maybe Tommy was a part of that.

We need to find out why.

That's the missing piece.

- There you go, sir.
- Thank you.

Do you think he will say
anything... the man who saw you?

Cassian?

Probably not, but
it's complicated.

For a while, I thought
he was Bruno's father.

And your husband
never found out?

What happened between
us was a long time ago.

One thing I do know is
that Cassian is selfish.

He only reveals something
when he stands to gain.

We think there might be a
connection between Tommy Adeoye

and an Alan Whitlock,
a Clyde Graves.

Do either of those names
mean anything to you?

No.

Can we see Tommy's
case files from 2004?

Oh, this system only
goes back to 2009.

But... come with me.

Right. Over here, I think.

So those are all Tommy's cases?

For 2004, yeah.

Alan Whitlock. Clyde Graves.

So Clyde Graves
and Alan Whitlock

fostered a child called Roman,

and Clyde accused Whitlock
of sexually abusing him.

Tommy investigated. No
evidence found, case dropped.

But the foster placement was
ended and Roman was removed.

Where is Roman now?

Mm, he's over 18. so he's no
longer under our supervision.

Can we keep hold of these?

Do you remember the
graffiti at the trap house?

Yeah. "Pedo out."

That must have been what
the article was about.

I mean, they were forced
out of their home.

Yeah, the community
were judge and jury.

They made their own minds up.

Ah, back then, homophobia would
have been a bigger factor.

A gay couple fostering was new

and lots of people would've
had a problem with it.

Yeah, look, Clyde tried
to retract his statement

after the attacks.

Would've been too late. That
kind of allegation sticks.

People say there's no
smoke without fire.

So Clyde's lie was the
spark that started it all.

Clyde Graves was in a
relationship with Alan Whitlock.

They fostered a
child called Roman.

Now, Roman has aged
out of the system,

but we are trying to
find him... urgently.

The complaints
were made in 2004.

That's the same year that
Alan Whitlock gave up magic.

Oh. No more
children's parties.

Yeah, and if all the memorabilia
in his house was anything

to go by, his career was
really starting to take off.

Graham True said that he
bought The Incinerator

from another magician.

What if... What if
that was Alan Whitlock?

Graham True and
Alan Whitlock both

had motives to
kill Clyde Graves.

Both magicians, both
masters of deception.

Think about it.

If Whitlock really
is terminally ill,

how did he carry Graves' body
to the top of the beacon?

How did he move Tommy
Adeoye all by himself?

With help. A double act?

Yeah, but Graham True's location
data suggested he was nowhere

near the dumpsites.

Well, his phone wasn't,
but he might've been.

We're on it.

Where's Graham True?

Err, he went on a break.
He hasn't come back yet.

Package for Cedric Melveille.

Alan?

Aah!

Boss.

Graham True isn't at his house.
We don't know where he is.

What about the location data
we requested for his phone?

Does it tell us anything
about his usual movements?

Erm... he only seems
to go to the casino

and this street near his house.

What's there?

It's right on the seafront.

Looks like a row of garages.

Bloody nuisance!

Oh, my God.

Bozhe moi.

Do you reckon
Whitlock killed him

'cause we were
getting too close?

Or was he another victim,
just like Clyde and Tommy?

I don't know, but if Graham True

wasn't his accomplice,
then who is?

Grace.

Okay, thanks.

Someone's broken into
Lubos Sterba's workshop

and stolen an escape
trick he was building.

It was Alan Whitlock.
I have no doubt.

He is the only one who
can get past my security.

What did Whitlock steal exactly?

Oh, I was building
it for a Saudi prince

who wanted to show off for
his 21st birthday party.

An electric chair.

How did Whitlock know
about the commission?

I-I do not know.

These illusions are
closely guarded secrets.

Err, you want?

- No. Thank you.
- Lubos: Okay.

I think Whitlock is the
Saudi prince, Lubos.

- These are his designs.
- Mm.

Can you tell us everything
you know about Alan Whitlock?

A great magician,

but his private life was a mess.

Alan and Clyde, they
fought all the time.

The whole reason they
fostered that boy

was to try to mend
their relationship.

But then Alan, he met
Jason Peterson, and, err...

he fell in love.

And that's when Clyde
called the police.

He was so bitter, so angry.

He just wanted to destroy him.

So he make up the abuse.

It was a grotesque illusion,
but people believe it.

- He must have been furious.
- Lubos: He was!

When Clyde admitted he
had made up everything up,

Alan think that the police
would clear his name.

But they did not.

So his windows were smashed,
his walls were sprayed.

He wanted justice,

and he got nothing.

Can you think of any reason why
Alan might want to hurt you?

Oh...

I was, erm, building
a design for Alan.

Bloody nuisance.

Err, it was called
The Incinerator.

We think it make
him very famous.

But after all the accusations,

err, the work for
Alan, it dried up,

so I offered to sell it for him.

I tried to get a good price,

but Alan, he say it
is not good enough.

- The buyer was Graham True?
- Lubos: Yes.

I tried to make him understand
that Graham is the only buyer.

But he is angry
with me, and, err...

our friendship,
it come to an end.

Graham True died today...

in The Incinerator.

Oh.

Whitlock rigged it so
there was no escape.

Lubos, do you have anywhere you
could stay? Friends or family?

So you... you think he
will come for me, too?

What Lubos Sterba told us...

Graham True was a victim,
not Whitlock's accomplice.

I've been looking
into Roman Parker,

the kid who was fostered.

He has an impressive
history of offending.

Drugs, theft, burglary, assault,

starting from the age of 9.

I spoke to a custody sergeant
who knows him pretty well,

and he said Roman
is very clever,

but very damaged and angry.

Did you find him?

He vanished six months ago.

No arrests. No known address.

Right, well, could he be the
one that's helping Whitlock?

He's lost his home
and his family, too.

- I'll keep looking for him.
- Grace: Okay.

In the meantime, we need to
look for other possible victims.

Whitlock's stolen an electric
chair, so we should assume

that he intends
to use that next.

Whitlock's neighbours
led attacks at his home.

He's lived on that
street for years.

He would have known these people
well before they turned on him.

They're at risk,
certainly. Who else?

I've tracked down
Jason Peterson,

the man Alan left Clyde
for in the early 2000s.

He's now a curator
at the Pavilion.

- Good morning.
- Grace: Jason Peterson?

Our relationship was so brief.

It hardly seems worth a grudge.

It was over 20 years ago.

So, what happened
between you and Alan?

Erm, well, we met
at one of his shows.

And, err, I had, err,

volunteered to shackle him
before one of his escapes.

And then he found me afterwards
and offered me a drink

and we ended up just
talking all night. I mean...

How long were you together?

Err... couple of months maybe?

I mean, it wasn't
anything serious.

You think...

You think he wants
to come after me now?

I mean, that doesn't
make any sense.

Err, DS Moy?

We'll protect you
until he's found.

Okay?

Oh. Yeah. Thank you.

Yeah. Right.

Yes.

Finally got hold of
Whitlock's medical records.

Do you really think he's
lying about having cancer?

Well, everything so far
has been an illusion.

I'd like to see what's
real and what isn't.

It's all medical jargon and...

Wait! There's the
biopsy results.

Stage IV. It's everywhere.
It's all over his body.

Those are the drugs
we found in his house.

It looks legit. He's dying.

Erm, sorry. Erm...

I can see you have
this corridor secure,

but I was wondering if
you'd considered the tunnels

as a possible point of access?

- Tunnels?
- Jason: Yes.

There are tunnels
under the Pavilion.

The Prince Regent had them built

so he could move around the
grounds without public scrutiny.

Where do they go?

Oh, well, I could show you.

Glenn?

Glenn.

Six months ago,

Jason Peterson was listed as
Alan Whitlock's next of kin.

- Six months ago.
- That doesn't make any sense.

He told us they broke
up 20 years ago.

He's lying.

Bella.

Bella.

Where does this go?

Oh, err...

where there are
some service areas,

and, well, it's just access

to different parts of
the Pavilion, really.

It's just this way.

She's not picking up.

PC Croft. Acknowledge. Over.

PC Croft, sir. Over.

Do you have eyes on DS Moy?

DS Moy has gone to secure the
tunnels under the building.

- Is she alone?
- No.

She went with Jason Peterson.

Boss?

Jason Peterson has taken Bella.

What? Why? She had
nothing to do with it.

No, Bella didn't, personally...

but the police did.

Alan's going after
everyone that was involved.

Any one of us could have
been his next victim.

This is an urgent call.
Acknowledge. Over.

DS Moy?

Well, what are we waiting for?!

No! No! No!

Norman, you're no
use to any of us

if you lose control.

I need you to focus.

I need you to find
where the tunnels exit.

Focus. Do it.

Well, get going then!

Requesting backup
at the Pavilion!

Does that lead to the street?

Yeah. Right behind the Dome.

The Dome?

Is it all connected?

Yes, it's ready.

Did you remember to
set all the timers?

I've turned it on. Exactly
as the diagram showed.

You need to go, Jason,
before this starts.

She's coming to.

Here we are then.

Listen, Alan, err...

No, no, no, no.

Let's begin. No more talking.

Okay.

Off you go.

Okay.

DS Potting, patch me through
to the Royal Pavilion.

I need to speak to
your site manager now.

Norman! What have you got?

Right, I know how he was
able to move Tommy's body

without us seeing.

The tunnel exits at the Dome.

The tunnel exits at the Dome.
Look for a concealed entrance.

Okay. I'm on it.

I need you to cover the
exit of the Dome, okay?

- Go!
- Yes, sir. On it.

Glenn!

- He's alive.
- And Bella?

No sign!

- The exit's covered.
- Stay with him.

Boss.

Welcome, gentlemen.

So, we can begin.

Shit!

A series of timers, each
one delivering a shock

worse than the last,
but the, erm...

the final shock is painless.

After all, a stopped
heart feels nothing.

If you leave, she dies.

I will hit this switch
and deliver a fatal shock.

If you close your
eyes, she dies.

If you turn away. She dies.

Am I making myself clear?

Am I making myself clear?!

Yes!

Oh, were... were...

were you thinking
you're gonna save her?

Oh, well.

"So near, but yet so
far," as they say.

What's it feel like, to
watch and do nothing?

'Cause that's what
you do, isn't it?

You see suffering, like...

like the horrors I
was subjected to,

and you turn away.

Well, this time, you can't.

You will witness the
consequences of your actions.

You will be accountable.

And this time, you
can believe your eyes.

Her agony is real,
her pain is real.

What does he mean by,
"So near, yet so far"?

Where is she near?

Definitely not in this building.

There's something behind
her. A yellow window?

On with the show.

Right, okay. What the
hell is happening?

She's not here.
Err, it's a trap.

Alan's broadcasting
a feed of Bella

and we don't know where she is.

We're running out of time, man.

I'm, err... I'm so sorry.

So sorry.
- No.

Move!

Shush. Shush.

I know. It's alright.

It's just... It's just pain.

It will be over soon.

Shush.

Wait.

Stop! Stop!

The music... I can... I can
hear it through his feed!

And on your phone. It's
near you somewhere!

Where? Nick?!

He said, "So
near, yet so far."

"Near. "Near." "Near"
could mean the station.

Yeah, well, you're gonna have
to narrow it down, dickhead!

Err, it's... It's a
derelict building.

- Erm...
- There's a yellow window.

Yellow windows! There's
yellow windows, Norman.

Can you seen them?

Got it!

Alan! Alan!

Alan!

Alan! Oh!

Out of time. You
made me do this.

Bella!

- No. No. No. No, no, no!
- Stop! Stop! Please!

I'd rather die a murderer
than a paedophile.

Please! Please! Alan. Alan.

You... You don't
need to do this!

It's too late.

Bella:

Norman! Norman!

Norman: It's okay.
Let's get you safe.

It's okay. You're
okay. You're safe.

Come here.

I'm here.

I thought I'd lost you.

I couldn't bear that.

You took your bloody time!

Alan Whitlock! Come out!

Stay where you
are, Mr. Whitlock.

Don't come any further.

Given your prognosis,

I shouldn't think
you'll make it to trial.

But Jason will.

Do you think he had no choice?

Do you think I coerced him?

Or hypnotised him?

We were in love, but we
were surrounded by hate.

People threw bricks
at our windows.

Painted slurs on our walls.

When I was diagnosed
and I mentioned revenge,

he wondered why it
had taken me so long.

Well, he's going to prison
for a very long time.

Oh, we'll see. He
knows all my tricks.

Hey.

What's going on, buddy?

Look, I'm...

I'm worried about you.

Worried about all
these tummy aches

you keep getting at school.

You know Daddy's a
detective, right?

A really good detective.

And it's my job to find
out what's really going on.

I'm sick.

No. You're not.

You're not, are you?

Look, mate, are you...
Are you being bullied?

No.

Okay.

Do you not like
your teacher then?

- I like her.
- Alright.

If you don't tell
me what's going on,

I can't make it better, can I?

Hmm? Come here.

Are you gonna tell
me what's wrong?

Don't go away.

Who said I was leaving?

Is that what all the tummy
aches have been about?

Sammi, look at me.

Mate, I'm not going anywhere.

I promise.

Mwah. Love you. Alright?

When I saw Roy, I
realised if I face him,

I'll no longer be the
missing wife, the mystery.

I'd be the villain who put
her husband through hell.

Well, sometimes a lie is
more painful than the truth.

What would you do?

If in a moment of weakness
you created something

that grew until you
couldn't take it back.

I can't change what I've done to
my parents, my friends, Cassian.

Roy.

I'd rather they think I'm dead

than let them know
what I've done.

So you have to
choose a new life,

the same way your husband is.

And they said there was
no way he could do it,

so that was the end of that.

Hey. Got some very good news.

I had pictures of the pram
sent to charity shops,

and a witness has come forward
saying they remember selling it

to someone matching
Smallbone's description.

Ah. Good work. I
knew it was him.

What are you two
gossiping about, eh?

Nothing.

Grace: Actually, I
think now might be

a good time to tell you...

that I asked Cleo to marry me.

Yes!

- Congratulations!
- Thank you.

Mwah!

And I want you to
be my best man.

100%.

It'd be an honour, man.

Okay, so your first job

is to stop Norman
singing at the wedding.

Oh, done!

And we'd love to have
you guys over for dinner

sometime to celebrate.

- That'll be lovely.
- Yeah.

I wanna get some tips on how you
juggle this family/work thing.

Yeah. Well, I'll, err...

I'll teach you all that I know.

Aah!

Oh!