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Stefan? Are you sure I can lock up? Of course.

It's too hot to be indoors. Go to the river. Have some fun.

Thank you.

Agh!

* Bach Cello Suite No. 1 Prelude *

Hm...

No...

Get away!

Dear God, no!

Mr Dunwoody?

Are you all right?

I'm coming!

Mr Dunwoody?

Stay there, I'll get help.

Emergency Services. Which service do you require?

Police. It's my neighbour, Stefan Dunwoody.

He lives on Ferry Lane, about half a mile west of Marlow.

We'll get someone sent straight away.

Oh, please hurry!

I think someone's just shot him.

Oh, morning, Chloe.

Can you give me a lift to the Red Lion later on?

Darling, that's a pub. I'm 17. It's legal.

It's not, you know.It is!

Mum, can I use your phone?

Good morning, Sam.I'll get the bus.

What are you doing?

I need you to authorise a purchase. What of?

The new Hell Slayer game. Thanks.

How much have you just spent? 40 quid.

You cannot spend that kind of money on a game!

I didn't. You did!

Oh, hey, quickly, I just wanted to check

that you've ordered the flowers for the confirmation?

Of course.And you're able to pick up the orders of service?

I'm due at the printers at ten.

Oh, and Mrs Eddingham wants you to help set up Lisson Hall

for the reception with the Bishop. Mrs Eddingham?!

Oh! I don't know how you know what I need before I do.

Thank you. You are the best!

Come on, girl! Hi. It's Zeta.

Leave a message.

Hi, honey. I just wanted to make sure you check in online today.

Oh, and you'll need to choose the option for hold luggage...

Go on girl, up you go! ..because it doesn't come as standard.

Good girl.

And you will definitely need hold luggage

for all the presents you're bringing home for your mum!

But seriously, I cannot wait to see you.

One more sleep. Love you!

Thank you, Jason. OK, everyone, is that everything?

Alice, you're liaising with the CPS on the Hudson case?

I'll talk to them by close of play today.Thanks.

And while DI Hoskins is off sick, bring it to me.

OK, that's all for now.

Oh, Jason, I saw there was a suspected firearms incident

in Marlow yesterday.

Seems unlikely, but please can you bring me the report?Yeah. Will do.

Tanika here.It's Rebecca Phillips, Shanti's teacher.

She's feeling unwell again.

OK, thanks for letting me know.

We phoned your husband but got no answer.

No, you did the right thing, Shamil works nights, it's fine.

Thanks.

Will you be able to collect her?

Tell Shanti I'll be with her in ten minutes.Thank you.

OK...

Iqbal?

Oh, God! Sorry.

Bloody hell, Iqbal, I thought you were dead!

I'm so sorry, Suzie. You nearly give me a heart attack.

Yeah, I'm really sorry. My fare wanted me to go to Birmingham.

Nah, that's too far. You should have said no.

Yeah, but work is work, and I couldn't say no.

I thought I'll come home and close my eyes.

I was gone. But I promise you,

I'll be well rested before I pick Zeta up from Heathrow. OK?

I should hope so.Seriously, I couldn't let you down.

Where's my girl?

Who's a good girl? Who's daddy's girl?

Hello! Hello, lovely Luna.

Hello. I'll drop her off tomorrow. Come on.Go.

In you get. Good girl. Good girl.

Good girl. Go on.

Oi, you! Get to bed!

I will.

Hello?

Good morning. This is Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Is Mrs Judith Potts there?

I'll just get her for you.

Hello, Judith Potts here.

Mrs Potts, I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night.

Is Mr Dunwoody OK? We've not spoken to him just yet.

You mean you haven't found him? It's why I wanted to speak to you.

Are you sure you heard a gunshot? Yes.

You were swimming at the time?

Is it possible it was something else, like a nearby car backfiring?

I know what I heard. And it was preceded by a kerfuffle.

And Stefan didn't reply when I called out to him.

A kerfuffle?Yes, a kerfuffle.

Well, then we have a bit of a mystery,

because my Detective Constables checked Mr Dunwoody's property

last night and there was no evidence

of any kind of altercation or shooting.

I saw them searching by the house,

but they seemed to have just stopped there.

And didn't look around the whole grounds.

In fact, they weren't there very long at all.

You don't think they carried out a thorough search?

All clear.I know they didn't.

Someone shot Mr Dunwoody.

Mrs Potts, this is Marlow we're talking about.

I think that's very unlikely.

Look, I'm sure we'll make contact with Mr Dunwoody soon,

and the moment we do, I'll let you know.

Now, I've got to go. Have a good day.

Detective Shanti!

I'm not very well.

She's not very well.

She'll be with us until Shamil can get here.

Oh, great!

The problem is, we're empiricists,

aren't we, Jasper?

To investigate, we will need the right tools.

Knowledge can be derived by what is observed...

..and measured.

And I know what I observed.

DS Malik. I've found him. Judith?Stefan Dunwoody.

She's down here somewhere.

Mrs Potts?

Mrs Potts?

Mrs Potts? Are you there?

Just here.Are you OK?

Yes. Now that you're here.

OK, so, according to forensics,

the powder burns found around the entrance wounds,

and the imprint the muzzle left on the skin,

suggests that the gun was held against the victim's forehead

when it was fired. Like an execution.

An execution?

Will DI Hoskins be leading the case?

As you know, DI Hoskins is still signed off sick.

Until he returns, I'm Acting SIO.

Well, I'll let everyone know.

I think I will have another cup of tea after all.

Coming straight up.Thank you.

Thank you, Jason.

What a lovely young man.

He tells me he's getting married next month.

Mrs Potts, my name's Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

We spoke this morning.We did.

Can I ask, what made you return to Mr Dunwoody's property?

Oh, well, that's easy - the gunshot I heard last night.

If you weren't going to take it seriously...

Did you know Mr Dunwoody well?

Just to say hello to, really.

I only moved to Marlow a few years ago

when I retired as an archaeologist.

But tell me,

what was that thing I found on the grass? Was it a bullet casing?

It was. Gosh! So he was shot in the garden,

and his body fell into the tributary

and then drifted downstream in the night.

How very interesting!

Mrs Potts, I can't have you interfering.

This is a police matter now.

Of course.

And I'm sure you'll do an excellent job.

Well, that's just about the most shocking thing I've ever heard.

No, thank you for letting me know.

Speak soon.

Well, aren't you going to ask?

No.That was Major Lewis, the bursar of the Rotary.

He was just talking to the secretary of the Phyllis Court luncheon club.

Her nephew's a police officer,

and it looks as though Stefan Dunwoody shot himself.

Or worse.What's worse than shooting yourself?

Being shot by someone else, of course!

There she goes again, all high and mighty.

Who?The new vicar's wife.

She hasn't invited me around for a cup of tea, not once.

Mrs Starling?

Lovely morning!

Sorry, Mrs Eddingham, I've got to get these arranged.

Yeah, I'm so sorry.

I can't look after Wally and Evie next week,

my daughter Zeta's coming home.

Yeah, Dave, I know, what am I, your marriage counsellor?

Get away from the window, please. Thank you.It's just for a week.

I'm clearing all my decks, Zeta's coming tomorrow.

Oh... All right, come on, girls, come on.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm Judith Potts, Mr Dunwoody's neighbour.

I can't imagine how hard this must be for you.

He was such a good man.

I always got that impression.

And interested in me. You know?

He was interested in you? Not like that.

What I thought about politics, or the environment.

He was just an old man.

That's how he always described himself.

An old man living alone with his art.

Did Stefan collect antique pistols?

Not that I know of.

In particular, Second World War German guns and ammunition.

He was only interested in art.

Do you have any idea who might have done this to him?

That's what the police officer was asking. Everyone liked Stefan.

I see. But perhaps he'd argued with someone.

A customer with a grievance, perhaps?

There is something, isn't there?

I'm sure it's nothing,

but I was at the Marlow Regatta, a few weeks ago.

Stefan asked me along, he thought I'd enjoy it.

It was a lovely day and everyone was having fun.

Famous faces from the rowing world.

Stefan invited me to the members' enclosure.

It was a great atmosphere and everyone seemed relaxed,

then there was this man who was really drunk.

Stefan said his name was Elliot Howard

and he owned Marlow Auction House.

Thing is, he came for Stefan.

They'll let anyone in these days.

Not today, Elliot. "Not today. Elliot."

Steffy? Eh? Eh? Come on, come on, Steffy! Come on...

Please get off me, you're drunk.

Better a drunk than a fraud, eh? Huh? Hear that, young lady?

The great Stefan Woody is a fraud.

Like, totally unprovoked. He called him... What was it?

He's a fraud, he's a liar and he's a crook.

A crook, aren't you? Stefan? Huh? A fraud, a liar and a crook.

Big crooky Steffy. Eh, eh, eh, eh?! Come on!

It was so embarrassing. Poor Stefan tried to ignore him.

It's not true, obviously. Stefan was none of those things -

but if you're asking me if Stefan argued with anyone,

that's all I've got.

Elliot Howard. Marlow Auction House.

Thank you, you've been such a help.

Yes, it's a unique opportunity to own a very special piece of history.

Yes, that's right.

Howard Carter found it in Tutankhamen's main chamber

in November, 1922.

No of course not, take as long as you need. OK, thanks, bye-bye.

Elliot. Judith Potts to see you.

I'm sorry for arriving unannounced.

Well, thank you, Daisy.

And please shut the door.

Are these all of you?Yes.

Goodness, how young you are!

Can I help?

Oh, I hope so.

May I? It's a rather delicate business.

A few weeks ago, I was at the Marlow Regatta,

where you behaved quite disgracefully, I'm afraid,

haranguing poor Stefan Dunwoody -

and then spilling a glass of red wine on my blouse, as you left.

So, yes, I'd like you to help with the cost of dry cleaning.

I spilt wine on your blouse?

This blouse, as it happens.

Just after you accused Stefan of being a... What was it?

A fraud, a liar and a crook.

Well, Stefan was all of those things.

Why are you talking about him in the past tense?

Oh, haven't you heard? Stefan died last night.

Oh, he didn't just die.

He was shot.

The Marlow Regatta was over a month ago.

And you wait until the day after Stefan died to tell me about this?

How was he a crook?

He stole hundreds of thousands of pounds from his clients.

You have any proof of that?

Do you know what?

I think you're one of those busy-bodies

who has nothing to fill her days with, who lives on her own -

with a cat, if I had to guess?

Knowing that I once argued with Stefan,

you've decided to have a little poke around,

thinking yourself the amateur sleuth.

How am I doing? Where were you yesterday at 6:30?

Are you really doing this? Yesterday. 6:30pm.

I was at choir practice at All Saints Church,

in front of about 30 witnesses,

including the Mayor of Marlow, our vicar, three town councillors,

and the High Sheriff of Buckinghamshire.

Ah! The perfect alibi.

If you were involved, that's very clever of you.

I'd like you to leave, at once.

Don't worry, I'm happy to.

Oh, by the way, Howard Carter found no offertory statues

in the main chamber of Tutankhamen's tomb.

Well, that's basic knowledge.

Your Anubis is a fake.

Anybody here?

Hello?

Good heavens! Hello.

..like a sexy cupcake and wanted to eat me!

Hi. I'm Becks Starling. Sorry about hiding in a cupboard.

Judith Potts.

Do you mind if I come out? Not at all.

It's a chance to get away from the kids.

Well, Colin and his congregation.

I'm the vicar's wife, for my sins. You don't worship here, do you?No.

Thank God for that! Not that it's good you don't worship.

I mean, what grown woman hides in cup... Can I help you?

Well, I was looking for a list of people who sing in the choir.

I'm looking for Elliot Howard's name.

Why?

Well, I think Elliot shot my neighbour,

Stefan Dunwoody, last night just after half past six.

I'm sorry, you think Elliot did what?

So, you know him?

Well, not really, but I also sing in the choir

and he was very definitely here at 6:30pm.

Are you sure?

He was there the whole time.

He couldn't have slipped away at all?

We're not allowed to leave during rehearsals.

Maybe he had an accomplice.What?

Well, I spoke to Elliot just now,

and, for a moment, a split second, really,

he let his guard down.

I think he's involved.

Do you think that's possible?

I'm sorry...Mrs Starling?

It's really none of my business.

I've already established

that Elliot thought Stefan a fraud, a liar and a crook -

but his assistant told me that he was entirely honourable,

which is my experience of him.

What do you think?

What do I think? I think it's a matter for the police!

Oh, I wish people would stop saying that.But it is!

That's their job. They catch criminals and murderers,

whereas I make sandwiches, that's my job.

I serve tea and biscuits, I help my husband,

and I hide in cupboards from women like Mrs Eddingham.

Who's Mrs Eddingham? Chair of the Marlow Parish Council.

A terrible gossip. Now, it's been lovely meeting you,

but I really have to get back to the vicarage.

Perhaps you should ask her about Stefan Dunwoody.

I really don't think so.

"Whomsoever knows what is right to do and fails to do it,

"for him, it is a sin."

That is a low blow, quoting the Bible at me.

Our victim is Stefan Dunwoody. 60.

Owner of the Dunwoody Art Gallery in Marlow.

What have we got on him? Brendan?

Oh, yeah. Erm...

He lived on his own, no close family.

Digital Forensics have got his computer,

laptop and phone.

And I've run some background checks on his name,

address and past addresses, but...no obvious flags so far.

Alice, what did you get from the victim's place of work?

I spoke to his assistant,

a young woman called Antonia Webster.

But she's got no idea what could have happened to him.OK.

Ballistics say the bullet that killed Mr Dunwoody

was manufactured in Munich in 1942.

Is that for real?

So, where did our shooter get a Second World War German gun from?

And why did they use it to do the murder?

Good point. Anyone?

Could it be a ritual thing?

Or political? Maybe a far right thing?

Alice, tell Digital Forensics

to look out for Mr Dunwoody belonging to any far-right groups.

Mm-hm.A weapon like this can't have been easy to get hold of.

Brendan, can you contact the local antique shops and auction houses

within, say, 20 miles?

Have they ever sold a Second World War German gun? And if so, who to?

Of course, ma'am.

Who was that woman?

Who?

You know who I mean.

Really, I don't.

Mrs Potts.

Oh...

Oh, her. Um...

She was just enquiring about a house clearance.

Can you pass the mustard, please?

No?

That's rather petty, even for you.

Come on, Spiro, catch the water.

Come on...

DS Malik? It's Judith.

Judith Potts.

We need to meet.

Mum, Sam's not tidying his room. Well, can you tell him to?

Sure.Dishwasher.

Are you still OK to pick up the Bishop of Worcester tomorrow?

I've set an alarm.

Sam! Bring your plates down!I am!

I thought a fresh start would help them get on.

Do you think he'll be OK getting a taxi back to the station?

Good morning. Reverend Canott.

Thanks. Dishwasher.Yes, no,

we're all ready this end. Very excited.

The candidates can't wait to meet the Bishop.

Can you...?The only question is how long he'd like to stay

at the reception afterwards. And does he have transport to get back?

Yes, no worries at all. My wife will be on hand.

Anything you need...

Coming.

What on earth do you think you're doing?!

Hello.

Mrs Eddingham. It's Becks Starling.

Oh! Good morning, Mrs Starling.

I wondered if you might be free for a cup of tea,

maybe later this morning?

You'd like me to come to the vicarage?

Perhaps you've heard of the death of Stefan Dunwoody?

I have. Such a terrible tragedy, of course.

It is. Colin will have to deliver the eulogy

and we're still so new here.

I wondered if you had any insights into Mr Dunwoody's life?

I'd be delighted to help.

That's very kind of you.

How about 11:30?

That suits me perfectly.

OK, see you then.

Lovely.

I've gone through Mr Dunwoody's contacts -

his phone, his web history -

I can't find any links to any far right groups.

What about auction houses?

Have we found anyone who's ever sold a Luger?

Brendan's still compiling a list, so...A word?

Of course, ma'am. Tell Brendan it's a priority.

Yes, boss. Boss.

I just wanted to check in with you on the Marlow shooting.

The investigation's in its early stages.

Are you bringing in another DI to head up the case?

Do you want me to?

No, ma'am.

Well, then it's yours, Detective Sergeant.

You will remain acting SIO, until further notice.

So, please stay in this office, for now.

Although you might want to take that Denzel the Dinosaur sticker off.

Oh...

Oh, that's...

Sorry to interrupt.

Mrs Potts is in reception, says she has an appointment with you.

I'd...better... Sorry.

Hey, Mum, I have some news. Why aren't you on the plane?

I'm staying with Dad, just for another week.

What?

Or a bit longer - but don't worry,

we'll still have a few days together before I go to uni.

Yeah, but I bought you your flight.

I logged into the website and changed the date.

You can't do that. I'm having the best time.

It's like I'm supposed to be here. You don't mind, do you?

No, I mean, whatever you want. Love you!

Love you.

Iqbal?

Iqbal?

Iqbal?

Your door's open!

Why "Stay away"?

I've no idea.

After I spoke to you yesterday, what did you do?

Um... Well, i-it's...possible I went to have a quick chat

with Antonia Webster,

Stefan Dunwoody's assistant at his gallery.

You told me you'd stop poking around.

Yes, but I was lying, we both knew that.

I thought Antonia might have an idea why Stefan was shot

with a Nazi bullet. You know about that as well?

Well, there was the eagle on the casing.

The point is, Antonia told me that Stefan had recently argued

with a man called Elliot Howard at the Marlow Regatta.

She heard Elliot call Stefan a fraud, a liar and a crook.

Who's Elliot Howard?

He owns the Marlow Auction House.

Of course, the German pistol must have come from somewhere.

As it happens, I think Elliot's involved somehow.

But he couldn't have pulled the trigger

because he was at choir practice at the time.

And you know that because?

I spoke to the vicar's wife, a woman called Becks Starling.

Of course you did.

So what I'm wondering is,

what if he got someone else to pull the trigger?

You mean like a hit man? Exactly! A hit man!

Travel sweet?No, thanks.

I've lived in this area my whole life, Mrs Potts,

and I can tell you categorically

there are no hit men operating in Marlow.

Excuse me.

Ma'am, there's been another shooting in Marlow.

This is 9-9, over Marlow high street,

north-west bound.

Can I get you something to drink? A hot tea or something like that?

Yeah.Sweet.

Hold on. One here.

Bag it.

Suzie Harris?

Yeah.Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Can I ask you a few questions? Erm... Yeah.

Can you take me through what happened?

Well, I came to drop Luna off - that's Iqbal's dog,

a German shepherd.

I'm a dog walker.

Iqbal works nights. He's a taxi driver.

I come most days, but today his door was open,

which is not like Iqbal. So, I went inside and that's when...

I'm so sorry.

Was there anything else you saw that seemed different

or out of the ordinary?

No.

Nothing comes to mind?

No.

Poor Luna.

This is so bad for her.

Can I take her home with me, please?

Sorry. Sarge, DCI wants a word.

Sure.

That would actually be a great help. Thank you.

Hello. Sorry to interrupt.

Judith Potts.Suzie Harris.

Would now be a good time to finish taking your witness statement?

No, it would not.

Ms Harris has been through quite enough for one day.

I suggest you contact her again tomorrow,

when she's had a chance to recover.

Now...how can I help you get home?

It's so lovely being back in the vicarage.

It's lovely to have you here.

We must do it more often.

Next time at my house. I insist.

Thank you.

Colin's so grateful you can share what you know

about Stefan Dunwoody's life - for his eulogy, of course.

Well, there's plenty to say -

not all of it good, I'm afraid.

Sugar?Thank you.

Lots!

Your daughter's beautiful.

Thank you.

Does she live with you?

Yeah, but she's spending the summer in Jamaica, visiting her dad.

How lovely.

Yeah, he walked out on us while she was still in nappies,

and now, after I've raised her, done everything for her,

he rocks up for the fun bit.I see.

Anyway...

Thanks for your help. I'll be fine.

Do you know who could have done this to your friend?

No idea.

He had a good soul, you know?

You liked him?

You see Luna? She belonged to Iqbal's neighbour, Ezra,

a really nice guy.

When Ezra died, Iqbal took her in, no questions asked.

That's the sort of bloke he was. Eh?

Why are you asking?

I'm trying to find out who killed my neighbour, Stefan Dunwoody.

You think there's a link?

Very possibly.

Is that what the police think?

If you think of anything that might help in any way,

I'm at The Old Manor House, on the way to Hurley Lock.

No, no, no, don't get up.

Cheers. See you. Thank you.

Thank you.

I can confirm a man in his late 40s

was shot dead this morning at his home.

We're asking for the public's cooperation.

If you saw anything unusual or anyone suspicious

near the Wycombe Road in Marlow between the hours of 5 and 6am,

please contact the Buckinghamshire Constabulary.

Thank you.

Is this linked to the murder of Stefan Dunwoody?

I'm sorry, that's all I can say...

I've got it.

Hi.Oh, hello. I'm Becks Starling, the vicar's wife.

Suzie Harris.

Yum, yum!

Wow.Yeah.

Oh. You came.

Both of you.

You'd better come in.Thank you.

I baked a cake. Oh, that's very kind of you.

It's nothing, really. I had some spare lemons.

Well, thank you.

You're not vegan, are you? There's butter in it.

No. The more butter, the better.

Or a coeliac? It's made with flour.Nope.

This place is something else.

It belonged to my great-aunt. I was lucky enough to inherit it.

And it's just you here?

Yes. Just me.

Must get lonely.

No, not at all. I've always liked my own company.

I think it's wonderful. I crave peace and quiet.

Most days, my house feels like Piccadilly Circus.

Which is why you hide in cupboards.

Guilty as charged.

So, Suzie, I take it you're here about Iqbal?

Well, if you're still interested?

Yes.

You could say I'm interested.

OK...

Someone's been busy.

Where did you get this? This is ten years old.Mm.

So, what have you got for us?

Well, it's something I remembered after your visit.

A few months ago, Iqbal said he was coming into some money.

He wouldn't say how or why.

Thank you, again.

What are you looking so happy about? Oh, I had the best news - the best.

What?

I just don't want to tell you just yet.OK.Soon, though. Soon.

All right. Bye! Come on, girl! Thank you. Bye!

But a few weeks later, I asked him about it - shut me down!

Iqbal, are you a millionaire yet?

I really don't want to talk about it, Suzie.

Sorry.

I got the impression that he'd been cheated

or lied to or something.

Also, the police asked me about some sort of medallion

that they found on Iqbal's body.

That's very interesting. Thank you.

And how about you, Mrs Starling?

Oh, please, it's Becks. Or Rebecca.

No, not Rebecca. Only my mother calls me that. Just Becks.

You've got news?

I had a chat with Mrs Eddingham. The gossip?

She couldn't wait to tell me that Stefan Dunwoody used to run a scam

at the Marlow Auction House with Elliot's father,

a man called Alec.

Elliot's father was a horrible man.

If this Alec found someone who had a good painting

that was worth something,

and the owner didn't know anything about art...

It's worth almost nothing. ..he would scam them

by getting Stefan to give a really low evaluation.

Can you believe it?

Sometimes Stefan would buy it from them at a knocked down price -

the greener they were, the better -

and then sell it in London for a huge profit,

but always giving Alec a cut of the money.

Very profitable.Yes!

Cheers!

Or sometimes Stefan would keep the painting for himself.

So, Elliot was right.

Stefan WAS a crook.

He seemed quite upstanding to me.

Although Mrs Eddingham said the scam was with Elliot's father,

not with Elliot.Well, who's to say it didn't carry on after his death?

Hmm? Like father, like son.

What do you think?Me?

Well, you know Elliot.

Do you think he's capable of running a scam with Stefan?

Oh, God, yes. I'll be honest, I don't trust him one bit.

He's one of those types. You just know.Mmm.

So, we've got Iqbal, possibly cheated out of money,

and Stefan, the sort of man who cheated people out of money,

and Elliot Howard, who could be a crook.

But that doesn't mean that Elliot's a killer.

Oh, I spoke to him. He's involved.

The same day I met him, this brick came through my window with a note.

And remember, Stefan was killed with an antique pistol -

and where do antiques come from, if not auction houses?

But he has an alibi.

Elliot and I were at choir practice together.

Hold on. We can sort this out.

We just need to get a sample of Elliot's handwriting

and see if it matches that handwriting.

And, Judith, you just need to stay out of sight.

OK, ballistics say the bullet that killed Mr Kassam

was fired from the same gun that was used to kill Mr Dunwoody.

This isn't two cases, it's one case. One shooter, two victims.

Jason, sort out the document management.Yep, got it.Thanks.

So what links have we found between our two victims?

Did Mr Dunwoody ever use Mr Kassam's taxi service?

Not as far as we can tell from his logbooks.

What about communication?

Well, I've looked into both victims' emails,

phone records, messages, everything I could find,

but...I can't find any links between the two of them.

Then what about the Nazi pistol?

Is it possible Mr Kassam had any far-right links?

No, no, not even close.

No, Mr Kassam donated 10% of his salary

to a refugee charity in Wycombe every year.

What did we get from door-to-door enquiries?Nothing.

He only has neighbours on one side and the house is empty.

The owner died earlier this year.

What about calls from the public?

Weeding out the cranks,

we've not found anyone who heard or saw anything between 5 and 6am

when Mr Kassam was murdered.

OK. How about the medallion?

Tell me we've made progress on that.

As far as we can tell, Mr Kassam didn't know anyone called Hope.

What else could it signify?

I was thinking, what if it's a ship? Like, the SS Hope?

OK, see if Mr Kassam had any links to the Navy or any other boats.

Brendan, how are you getting on with the auction houses?

Oh, yes.

I contacted everyone within your 20-mile radius,

but so far, no-one's sold any kind of German gun in the last ten years.

But, as I was saying to Jason,

personally, I think we need to be looking in London.

What about the Marlow Auction House?

Well, they haven't got back to me yet.

Alice, go to the Marlow Auction House.

Speak to the owner, Elliot Howard.

I want to know why he's dragging his heels.Yes, boss.

And ask him about his alibi for the time of Mr Kassam's murder.

Yes, boss.

OK, team, our first Special Ops group chat.

What's he up to now?

He's still writing in his catalogue.

Maybe one of you should lure him away.

Oh, that should be easy.

Just need to create a diversion.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Judith?What have you done? You're a giraffe.

How are you going to do that?

Judith?

What're you doing? What?! Why am I a giraffe?

I must have pressed something.

Oh, this is ridiculous! How do I change it?

Go to the bottom of your screen. Change the setting.

You should see a giraffe or some other animoji.

What's an animoji?

I've done it again! This is preposterous.

How do I change it?Tap it, Judith. No.Try swiping up.

No, no, this is hopeless. I'll call you back.

Quick, Judith!

I think I've sorted it.

The police are here.They are?

Hi, I'm DC Hackett.

Find out why.

Let's go.I'm not sure... Can I help?

The Detective Constable is asking if we've ever sold

a Second World War German Luger.

Oh, of course. Yes.

I'm sorry, I...should have got back to you sooner,

because we did, actually, last year

to a local collector.

I have the receipt right here.

Oh, no!

What on earth are you doing?

Elliot!It's not my fault!

I'm a police officer. Are you OK? Are you hurt?

I think it might be... Yeah, I think I'm all right.

But you need to be more careful where you put those...things.

Excuse me.

Right, where were we? That gun receipt.Yes.

Well? What happened?

Turns out the auction house sold a German Luger last year -

and guess what, the receipt for it is written in Elliot's handwriting.

How can you know that?Because Becks managed to get a photo of it.

Only because you created the most brilliant diversion.

Yeah, I did, didn't I? Up top!

Yes!

Oh, this is very interesting. Is the handwriting the same?

No. No, it isn't.

The A and Y in Appleby don't match the A and Y from the brick.

And the W in "working" is nothing like the W in "Away".

But...if it wasn't Elliot who threw the brick, who was it?

Well, maybe it was the person who bought the Luger.

It says here the man's name is Chris Bott.

Chris Bott?You know him?

I sing in the choir with him.

Does everyone sing in the choir?

Sometimes it feels like it. Should I give him a ring?

And say what? "Are you the murderer?"

Stop it! I think we can do better than that.

Mrs Starling! What are you doing here?

Sorry about calling unannounced.

Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

Of course. How can I help?

Judith. It's a matter of some importance.

We would be most grateful.

Well, why don't you come in?

Thank you.Thanks.

I thought you collected World War II memorabilia.

Who told you that?

I've a collection myself.

I don't keep my collection out in the open.

It's more for the discerning viewer.

Mine's Greek, from the fifth century BCE.

Oh! Ancient history.

From Naxos, following Pericles' invasion.

You collect weaponry?

Well, of course.

You can learn so much about a people by how they fight.

I've always thought so. The Greeks were fine warriors.

Still are. "The Greek soldier, above all,

"fought with the most courage."

Adolf Hitler, his address to the Reichstag, 1941.

As an archaeologist, I've always thought it a travesty

that society says some artefacts can be displayed and others can't.

To my mind, all history is equally valid.

Hard agree.

May I see your collection?

* "Tannhauser" Richard Wagner *

You like it?

What a fascinating collection.

You are quite the connoisseur.

Thank you.Even the grenades.

No-one's ever matched the Germans for engineering.

Is this legal?

Depends what jurisdiction you're in.

Well, I think it's...

..fascinating.

With a collection this extensive, you must have a Luger pistol.

Let me show it to you.

It's in excellent condition and really quite rare.

No! Someone's stolen it.

Armed police! Armed police! Nobody move!

Show me your hands!

It's not as bad as it looks.

Look, this is really unnecessary.

I do not need to be handcuffed.

There's been a complete misunderstanding.

Look, someone must've broken in and stolen my Luger.

What are you doing here, Mrs Potts? And you, Ms Harris?

We met at Iqbal's house.

Oh, you did, did you?

We want Stefan's killer caught. And Iqbal's.

So do I.

I'm sorry. Who are you?

Oh, sorry. No, of course. I'm Becks Starling.

And you're Shanti's mum, aren't you?

Our children do Chiltern Music Academy together.Oh!Mm.

Look, I need you to listen to me,

because every time I see you, there are more of you.

And we're even more successful.

But we're dealing with a double murder here.I was right.

Stefan and Iqbal were killed by the same person.

I didn't say that.And the same gun must have been used.

Mrs Potts, this is police business.

If I find any of you anywhere near either case again,

I'll arrest you for obstruction. OK?

OK.

Oh, God! The Bishop of Worcester!

So, what have you ladies been up to today?

What a pleasure.

Hello! Welcome! Come in.

Look at her. Eh?

She's like an angelic rottweiler.

She's good.She is.

She is in her element.

Everyone loves her.

What a natural!

There we are. All done.

How on earth do you do it?Do what?

Put people you don't know so at ease.

It's not that hard. You just have to be friendly.

No, it's more than that.

You care about every person you speak to.

I've never thought about it like that.

Thank you.

We're not going to stop investigating, are we?

No way. Not on your Nelly!

"Not on your Nelly"?

What?

Turn around. Let's get all your life jackets on.

Although we are going to try and stay out of the water, OK?

Right...

Great! You look OK.

All right. Let's have a look. Let's just do this a bit tighter.

Yep.

Angus, you all set?

Good man! I'll see you in a minute.

That's kids club ready.

Liz? You OK?

Yeah. Of course I'm OK.

Why wouldn't I be?

Why didn't you give the police that receipt?

What's that?

The officer said they asked for it days ago.

Well, it wasn't a priority.

I do have a business to run.

Why are they even asking?

I suppose they're trying to work out

where Stefan's killer got his gun from.

He was killed with a Luger? It would appear so.

She also wanted to know where I was when that taxi driver was killed.

Yes, she asked me the same thing.

It was 6am. I told her that we were in bed together, asleep.

So did I.

Well, that's you in the clear - and me.

I suppose that's the last we'll hear from the police, then.

Oh, hey, you're up.

Can't sleep. How was your gig?

Er... Yeah, yeah, it was good.

You know, good for midweek.

How about you?

I can't find anyone or anything that links the two murders,

except the murder weapon.

You will. You always get your man, eh?

Our shooter could be a woman.

Oh, there's a whites wash that needs putting on

and Shanti's got to take in £2 for a charity cake sale.

Yeah. Got it.

Er... Good morning.

Morning.

You'll catch your killer.

We remember the mighty deeds of the covenant.

Blessed is the Lord our God.

Almighty and ever-living God, remember the mercy

with which you graced your servant Stefan in this life.

Receive him, we pray, into the mansions of the saints.

As we make ready our brother's resting place,

look also with favour on those who mourn

and comfort them in their loss.

Grant this through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Amen.

For Iqbal?

He meant a lot to you.

What's it feel like?

Having all this?

When I first met Colin, he was the executive of a big music company.

He was in A&R, I was HR.

And we had the kids, and then he got his calling to the priesthood.

Wow!I wanted to support him.

So, how old are your kids?

Oh, Sam is 15 and Chloe is 17.

Oh, so she knows absolutely everything about everything.

You have a teenage daughter? Yep - Zeta.

She left school this summer.

Congratulations. What are her plans?

I don't know any more.

It's like being crushed...

..by 800 years of stone.

That's what it's like.

You've got to see the book of condolence for Stefan.

Come. Look at this entry here, written by Daisy Howard -

the roundness of the As, the slant of the Ys.

It's the handwriting on the brick.

Colin will need me for the wake - vicar's wife.

Of course.

Knock 'em dead, girl.

Oh. Well, maybe not that.

Mrs Howard? Might I have a word?

Why?Hi.

Well, I believe it was you who threw that brick through my window.

You shouldn't have signed the book of condolence.

Not here.No.

I don't know what to say.

How about the truth?

It's us or the police, and we're much nicer.

My husband has affairs.

He thinks I don't know. Of course I do.

When you visited that first time,

I asked him what you'd been talking about.

He lied.

You thought he and I were...

I was so angry with you for daring to come to my place of work.

I wrote that message and threw it through your window.

I was lashing out. I'm so sorry.

You're trying to find out what happened to Stefan Dunwoody,

aren't you?Did you know him?

Not really. But Elliot did. He hated him.

He did?

Elliot's dad had a painting by Stanley Spencer -

worth a small fortune.

Elliot always loved it when he was growing up.

It's what made him go to art school.

He went to art school?Mm-hm.

He's a good painter.

But when his dad died, he didn't leave the painting to Elliot.

He left it to Stefan.

Mmm. Harsh.

My husband is a proud man.

And he's got issues - God knows he's got issues -

but whoever shot your friend, you need to look elsewhere.

My great-aunt always said I should take up knitting.

You said this was her house?

I was an archaeologist for many years.

Lived abroad.

I didn't think anything would make me come back to the UK.

Until you got left a house on the Thames worth millions.

So...

..where's this Greek collection you told Chris Bott about?

Oh, that was just a story to try to get him to open up.

Well, you fooled me.

Can I ask - your wedding ring?Yes?

Vicar's wife. I notice rings.

I used to be married. Wow. What happened?

Goodness, this really is a night for questions!

What was that? Where's it coming from?

There's someone in Stefan's house. Are you sure?What?!

I can see torchlight in the windows.

What the hell?

Call the police.

Tell them there's been a break-in. And meet me there.

Judith?

Who's there?

I'm making a citizen's arrest.

No!

Police!Hello?Judith?

Mrs Potts? Mrs Potts?Judith?

Mrs Potts? Are you in here? Where are the lights?

She's in here.

Mrs Potts? Are you OK?

Jesus Christ!I'll be fine. And it's Judith.

You could've been killed.

Oh, my God!What on earth were you thinking?

Did you see who it was? No, it was too dark.

Then did you see what they were doing?No, they were up there.

That's all I know.Come here.

Ow!Oh... Oh, my God. Come on, let's get you up.

Easy... Easy.

Take your time. Steady now.

Let's sit you down over here, come on.

OK. Ow!

This room is very orderly.

Every painting under its own light, positioned to the inch,

and not a spot of dust.So?

So how come there's dust on that wall?

Wow!I notice dust.

Don't ever come to my house. What are you suggesting?

There was a bigger painting here until recently.

So where has this picture come from?

There has to be...

..somewhere...

There it is. Look.

Yes, the dust on the wall fits it perfectly.

So what was here?

A painting by Stanley Spencer.

How do you know that? Because Daisy Howard told us

that Stefan inherited a prize Stanley Spencer from Elliot's father.

I see no Stanley Spencer painting in this room.

It was Elliot, wasn't it? We don't know that.

I think we need to check his alibi, as a matter of some urgency.

No! When are the three of you going to get it?

You're in danger, the killer's already struck twice.

If you get in the way, do you think this person's going to stop

at killing any of you?

I'm staying at yours tonight. Yeah, me too.

I'll be all right, thank you.

You asked about my ring. My husband was not a good man.

But I survived him. And I'll survive this.

Judith?

Hmm.

If anyone asks where I was last Tuesday night,

say I was here with you.

What?

Last Tuesday.

I was home most of the night anyway.

Why would they ask?

Please?

Please?

Last Tuesday?

Love you.

Also, the police asked me about some sort of medallion?

Morning, Mrs Potts. Hello, Mrs Potts.

Morning, Old Tom, Young Tom.

There she goes. Regular as clockwork.

Haven't seen him, mate, so... I'll come back to you.

All right, take care.

Good morning. I'd like to see Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

The name's Potts. Judith Potts.

Let me see if she's free. Thank you.

DS Malik, there's a Judith Potts in reception to see you.

She says... Sorry, you want me to say what?

OK.

You're to go home.

I beg your pardon?You're to go home.

Nope, she's still here.

Well, if she's going to be like that, tell her I'll go.

Yep, she's going. OK, thanks.

Good morning, Mrs Potts.

Good morning, Jason. Thank you.

Mr Dunwoody had a list of paintings, for insurance,

and you're right. Only one was missing - a Stanley Spencer.

Who spoke to Mr Howard last night?

That was me. He was at home the whole evening.

Was anyone with him?

His wife was at the cinema when the break-in happened

and he was on his own.

So, no-one can confirm his alibi?

What about Chris Bott?

After we released him, he got straight on a train for Amsterdam,

visiting friends.

What about forensics?

What did we get from the scene?

Brendan?Oh, not much.

Although we were able to lift a fresh set of prints

from the door handle to the house

and we found new prints smudged on the window.

And do they belong to...?They're not a match for Elliot Howard -

or Daisy Howard, or anyone else involved in either investigation.

Then what about the "hope" medallion?

Mr Kassam had no links to the Navy

and never took a trip on the SS Hope either.

Then why did the killer leave this at the second crime scene,

but nothing at the first?

I know!

Oh, how did she get in here? Come on, guys!

We are literally the police and we've just been broken into.

Well, not a bit of it. That nice young man let me in.

When Jason gets back here, I want a word.

And I know why that medallion has "hope" written on it.

That's not possible, love.

I think you'll find it is.

And I've had a thought - what metal is it made from?

In the 1920s, a man called Leonard Woolley

uncovered a series of royal tombs in Iraq,

even though there was no known city nearby to support them.

And you can't have royalty without a city -

the one implies another.

That's how he discovered the ancient city of Ur.

I don't understand. Yeah, what she said.

Everything about these two murders is identical -

the same gun, the same bullets,

the same shot to the forehead - except in one detail.

A medallion at one scene implies a medallion at the other.

Oh! Hello!

What have we here?

It says "faith" on it, doesn't it? Yeah.

"And here abideth faith, hope and charity, all three.

"But the greatest of these is charity."

1 Corinthians.Oh, my God!

Faith, hope and charity.

Indeed.

There's going to be a third murder.

We're dealing with a serial killer.

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