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Donald Griffith?

Detective Chief Inspector Fuller, Fraud Squad.

You're under arrest.

What is going on?

Money! Money!

I've been siphoning it off for years.

I don't want it generally known that my family's involved.

But Christine lost her life savings.

Her pension fund was drained by this greaseball.

Yes, I had the unfortunate honor

of being the fraudster's solicitor.

He'd been missing for two days,

and this morning his body was found in his swimming pool.

No! No!

When we discovered your husband's body,

he was wearing odd shoes... One brown one and one black.

The police are here.

If you have any of Donald's clothes get rid of them.

So, as well as having an ongoing affair

with Grace the caterer,

you're telling me that he has a son with Thelma Field, his P.A.?

If he'd committed suicide,

all three women stand to lose their homes.

If it's an accidental death or murder,

then they stand to benefit from his life-insurance policy.

They're putting on a very good performance.

I'm damn sure one, if not all, of them killed him.

Jane?

Aah!

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Were you aware Donald Griffith

was having a sexual relationship with Grace Kandola?

What?

Is this true?

If anything happened to Mr. Griffith,

did you know that you would receive

a substantial amount of money from a life-insurance policy?

I-I knew that he'd arranged for his son and me

to be taken care of if anything happened to him.

Grace didn't have a child, yet she also stood to benefit

from a large life-insurance policy.

The lies.

I didn't know about Grace.

I had no idea that he was seeing her, too.

Thelma, if you had no idea about Grace,

I'm rather confused as to why, on the night Mr. Griffith died,

you met up with Jane Griffith and were later joined by Grace.

The fraud!

Jane was desperate to know the details.

She was beside herself.

I couldn't refuse to see her, could I?

She asked me to get Grace over here.

Do you think I would have done that if I'd known...

If I'd known that she was involved with Donald?

So it was all right for you to have an illicit affair with him

but not Grace?

I had his son.

He said he loved me.

He promised to leave his wife.

I mean, I knew she had a son.

I just... I never made the connection.

Donald was a very good liar.

He lied to me, and he lied to all of us.

I suppose he's broken all of our hearts.

And I feel foolish that I never suspected him.

I still can't take it all in.

You must also be aware

that the insurance company wouldn't pay out on the policy

if Mr. Griffith had committed suicide.

But he didn't. It was an accident.

I mean, what else could it have been?

Did he ever keep any clothes here, shoes?

Where's his shoe?

Where's his shoe?

I gave all his things to the charity shop, Cancer Research.

I don't know where Griffith got the energy from.

I mean, I'm having a tough time just keeping the wife satisfied.

At the same time, robbing the pension funds.

He must have been on one hell of an adrenalin high.

I get hyper just doing my tax returns.

Sorry this has taken so long.

We've had to run quite a few tests.

But a couple of things have turned up.

Well, we need something.

Well, the diatoms in the lungs

were the same as those in the pool.

So he did inhale some water,

but as we first ascertained, it wasn't enough to kill him.

As you can see here...

um, the blow to his neck

ruptured the left vertebral artery, causing his death.

There was some discoloration to start off with,

which shows that he was still alive when it occurred,

but after a few days, it became even clearer.

Why's that?

Well, the blood in the tissues decomposes after death,

and so the color changes are more marked.

The U.V. pictures show a very interesting pattern

from the other mark on his shoulder,

though, oddly enough, it did not cut the flesh.

Aah!

So, he was hit twice?

Yeah, and apart from the bruising I've shown here,

there's more on the back of the left arm

and patchy, faint bruising over the left buttock and thigh.

And again, that's developed after a few days.

Being in the water has helped.

Brian, what you doing?

Ah, well.

When I went to the charity shops

that the women sent his clothes to...

Brian, for Christ's sakes, get on with it.

Looks like Griffith had matching clothes

in all three of the women's wardrobes.

Look at the stuff... Sweaters, suits, shirts.

Brian, we're only interested in his bloody shoes.

Yeah, I know. I bought this stuff for myself.

Cashmere sweaters for a fiver.

I got two Armani jackets for a tenner apiece.

How much was this?

That's 15 quid.

Now, look at the shoes.

See?

We've got two other identical pairs... one brown, one black.

This is pure bloody silk.

These two pairs are the same style

as the odd ones he was wearing.

Right. So we're still missing one black shoe?

Yeah, that's my point.

I've just been told by the CPS that at the present time,

we don't have enough evidence to charge anybody with murder.

Have you found the matching black shoe?

No, no, it's just pairs.

All his gear was left in charity shops, in bin bags.

If Griffith made a mistake,

then the shoes should all pair up.

Someone got rid of the other black shoe.

That shows that the women, or at least one of them,

had to be involved.

Well, you can't prove it.

And after the lab report,

we're gonna have to let it go as accidental death.

No case.

Assistant Commissioner.

Yes, it's going very well. Thank you very much.

Oh, to dinner?

Yes, I'd love to.

Oh, absolutely.

I'll see you then.

Take it off.

Thank you for coming this evening, Clare.

I thought it would be easier to talk away from the office.

I hear the CPS think there's not enough evidence

for a murder inquiry, so it's accidental death?

The postmortem report gave more details of a possible fall,

but where he fell or how he sustained his injuries

remain a mystery.

One you haven't been able to solve.

Well, not just me.

We have no evidence, just suspicion and supposition.

It's bloody unbelievable!

Your sister is gonna be left penniless.

His bank accounts have been frozen,

but there's very little in them.

We've been unable to trace any other off-shore accounts.

So I'm afraid it's over.

Not necessarily.

The deceased was found with odd shoes on...

One brown, one black.

Thank you.

Do you want to come in?

Love to. Thank you.

Commander Blake!

Commander Blake!

Oh, I-I hope I'm not intruding.

I mean, it's a flying visit,

and you were very hard to track down.

You... You moved.

Mark Davey, this is Count Eric Van Hauten

from the Dutch police.

Very pleased to meet you. I-I don't use the title.

Clare, I'll, uh... I'll call you tomorrow.

Nice to meet you.

Good night.

Nice, uh... nice car.

Thank you.

And it's cold.

Almost as cold as the reception I got from your boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

Well, he... he thinks he could be or...

Oh! Or will be.

I saw his protective arm around your waist.

Ah. Glasses.

What are you doing here?

Well, I-I always felt that, uh...

Felt what?

T-That... That it would be good to, uh... to see you again.

So h-here I am.

Cheers.

I... I thought about you often, Commander Blake.

And about the opportunities we have missed.

Well, they were missed for a reason.

And to be quite honest with you,

I haven't really spared you a second thought.

Oh.

Well...

Uh...

Then... Then maybe you want to go over the case

that you are having so much problems with...

The... the dead man in the pool and the three women.

How do you know about the case?

It's not looking as if we have one at the moment.

But... But you do.

It's... The case files... Are they in here?

Do you... Do you mind if I... if I have a look?

I-It's about the shoes.

Um, they must have been panic stricken

and... and ran back into the house

and then got the wrong one.

At least that's what Brian and I came up with.

Brian?

Uh, D.S. Brian Hall. My friend.

But don't worry too much about the, uh... the shoes.

The important thing is who was there,

what exactly happened, and how did they do it?

Now, d-do you have the postmortem report?

Now, specifically you should focus on the wound to the neck

and the... and the bruises on his body.

Now, he had to be unconscious because he... he didn't drown.

So if he was tipped in the water,

he must have been near death.

And what caused the wound to the side of the neck?

I-I have no idea.

But... But certain is that when... if...

He was tipped into the water,

they... they must have thought that he was dead.

And that makes it murder.

But... But you knew that, didn't you?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

You... You just can't prove it.

Say you're in love with someone, and even though he's married,

and... and you work alongside him every day...

Think of all the... all the lies, all the broken promises.

"I'm gonna leave my wife. I'll marry you."

But then he's arrested for fraud,

and... and you realize you didn't know him at all.

Big betrayal.

I'm tired.

And you're not really telling me anything I didn't know already.

No, but... but then you find out

that there's... That there's no money

and he is a thief and he's ruined the lives

of God knows how many others.

How would you feel?

Maybe he's screwing one of them on the day of his death.

But which one?

Thelma...

Grace...

or Jane?

Clare.

I'll make a bet with you.

You leave me to work on it. You go to bed.

And what's the bet?

That if I get a result, I can join you.

It's a deal. But you have to get a result.

Oh, I'll get it.

You must be the count.

Hey, "Dog."

- Doug. - Doug.

Doug. So what's up?

Um, I've got a theory and... and quite a lot at stake.

What?

I-I just made a bet. That's all.

Um, I-I know it's unethical,

but I would like to look around in the gardens

and... and near the pool area.

So if you... if you could go in and... and make up some excuse,

and talk to the grieving widow?

Well, that's up to her.

I'll talk to her.

Oh.

You better come in.

Good morning.

Morning, sir.

Is this, uh, Mrs. Griffith's, um, BMW?

Yes, sir.

H-How long has she been driving this?

Oh, about 12 months.

And the Bentley?

Oh, this belongs to Mr. Griffith.

Or it did.

Well, he leased it. Both of them.

I think they're going back,

but I was told to always keep them clean.

He was very, very particular.

Always fancied driving one of these.

Not a mark on this. What polish do you use?

Well, could you tell me the date

you started divorce proceedings?

It was years ago,

when Donald was having sex with our children's au pair.

But recently did you have reason to think about divorce again?

No, I had not.

But if I knew what I know now, then yes.

I was not aware that Donald was also involved with his secretary

and that woman who cooks.

Look, I have been asked all these questions,

and I am getting sick and tired of having to explain everything.

So would these affairs have made you reconsider

divorce proceedings?

What do you think?

Do you mind if I see who that is?

I was expecting you earlier.

They've been asking me the same questions over and over again.

I don't know what to say.

We're leaving now, Mrs. Griffith.

Thank you for your time.

Mr. Davey.

Commander Blake.

Jane... Mrs. Griffith...

Has asked me to help with her finances.

My God. My God, that man!

What is he doing?!

He's wearing my husband's suit!

Jane. Jane, just go into the house.

Jane. Please leave this to me.

Go into the house. Go into the house.

What the hell is going on here, Clare?

Hello. We meet again.

Get in the car, will you?

We appreciate Mrs. Griffith is very distressed.

I'm very sorry. We're leaving now.

Goodbye.

You and that suit!

That could really backfire on us.

Talk to Brian Hall. I mean, he sold it to me.

Bloody hell. How much did you pay for it?

Hundred quid. But i-it's Italian!

Hundred quid? That's the jacket I tried on.

- I got to show you something. - Will you get in the car?!

I think forensic should have a look at this.

Take a look. At the size.

Isn't this... Isn't this similar

to the square... square bruise on the victim's neck?

In the car. Now.

Oi!

Oi!

Can I talk to you?!

Well, here we go.

Let's first take the square indentation up and across

and see if it matches the injury on the neck.

I took a 3-D picture of the two objects you gave me.

Let's just see if we can get a match.

Yeah. There you go.

That's the injury that killed him.

And the... And the second one.

Oh, yes. The horse insignia was more difficult.

Why?

Well, the coordinates of the irregular shape

were difficult to feed into the computer.

When I saw it, it reminded me

of the strange-shaped bruise on his shoulder.

There you go.

Thank you.

I hope you haven't forgotten our bet.

I gave you the murder weapon.

The bet was that you...

No, no, no. You know what the bet was.

Who drove the car? It's not enough proof.

It's his... It's his wife's car, for Christ's sakes!

Who else would have been driving it?

The night Donald Griffith died,

his wife was too drunk to return home.

What?

I suppose one of the other women

could have driven the car, but...

But you said yourself he was a big man,

so there had to be someone else

to help chuck the body into the pool.

Maybe all three of them were there.

But that's what I suggested to you last night.

Suggestion isn't a result.

I'm gonna win this bet, Commander.

And I'll be in your bed before you know it.

You have to name the killer, though.

Before I do.

I've not told Mrs. Griffith

that someone's nicked the horse insignia.

She'll have a fit 'cause the cars have to go back.

Only leased, you see?

That detective... the one that spoke to me this morning...

He has to have taken it.

I'll have a word with him.

So Mr. Griffith's body was found on Thursday.

Yes. But I don't work every day.

It'd be Wednesday.

And as far as I can remember,

one of the posts was knocked over

and two more splintered.

It happens all the time.

I know the horse was on the BMW, sir, this morning.

So on this Wednesday...

I pulled three out, replaced two,

and just painted over the one that wasn't damaged.

So what did you do with the posts that you replaced?

Chucked them on the bonfire.

What about Mrs. Griffith's car? Any damage?

No. She was always clipping them, though.

And what about the swimming pool?

I've been asked about that.

I don't remember seeing the tarpaulin drawn back

when I was there on the Wednesday.

And I check it regular.

Have you seen anyone suspicious hanging around?

There was someone. Small chap.

Glasses, I think.

Wore a raincoat.

I did mention this to the lady police officer.

The only regular visitor was Mr. Davey.

In the daytime, that is.

When Donald Griffith was there?

Sometimes. Others, not.

Usually on a Friday.

Was Mrs. Griffith alone on these days?

Yeah.

I often washed Mr. Davey's car for him.

Always gave me a tenner.

I think Jane Griffith is lying through her teeth.

We got the court order.

Her divorce papers were filed

three days before the fraud squad picked him up.

What does that give us?

I think she knew about the other two women.

I think she knew about them before her husband was arrested.

I think Mark Davey was doing a lot more

than helping Jane Griffith with her finances.

According to Mr. Colly, he was a regular visitor at the house

when Donald was at work.

I mean, the little man that no one seems

to be able to identify...

I think that it's a private detective

hired by Mrs. Griffith.

Because there's a-a large payment out of her account

around about the time

that our man in the gray raincoat's first seen.

That's all good,

but what's important here is we have Jane Griffith,

divorce papers ready.

Her husband gets arrested.

And then she discovers there's no money.

There's no money! I mean, that's it.

That's it, isn't it?

Does that mean that our bet is off?

Doug, get the incident room up and running again

because we now have a murder case.

I want you to go through all the new evidence with the team.

So get moving. I'm off to the CPS.

Because those women are not gonna get a penny

from the insurance money.

Oi! On your bike.

I have a bet. Do you mind if I just...

Maybe not in the dead man's suit, okay?

And listen to me...

You did not swipe that fucking horse thing off the BMW, okay?

If that gets out, all hell will break loose.

I got a result, though.

So, what's the bet, then?

It's none of your business.

It's connected with Blake, innit?

Something going on between you two?

No!

S-She's not even my type.

No, it's just that she reckoned that she could get a result

before I could.

How much? I wouldn't mind chipping in.

50 quid?

What, on me?

Or her?

Why are you arresting me?

Why don't you just question me in the house?

Afraid not, love.

Come on. Mind your head.

She's in interview room two, and she does want a solicitor.

Before you ask, you can't be present.

I didn't say a word.

Beats me.

I mean, he must have been stocking up on Viagra.

What?

Well, he seems to have kept all three women on the trot,

so to speak, and for years.

Plus he knocked off the au pair as well.

That's a sex addict. They can never get enough.

Know what that feels like.

Hang on a sec. Look at this.

Something's not kosher here.

Do you speak French?

Sure.

In your statement you said

that you took a quiche over to Thelma Field's

on the night Donald Griffith died.

- Is that correct? - Yes.

I can't see why that is of any interest.

Well, it is, because the postmortem has revealed

what looks like a quiche

in the contents of Donald Griffith's stomach.

Well, he often ate it. It was his favorite.

That's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

He would take things home for the freezer.

His wife didn't like anything spicy, and he did.

I would make him a special quiche, not so bland.

Maybe he had one for supper.

On that Tuesday evening,

what time did you arrive at Thelma Field's?

I have said this.

It would have been 9:00. Maybe a bit earlier.

Did you see Donald Griffith at all during that day?

Whoa!

- Let's eat. - Okay.

No.

I had a meeting in the morning about catering for a wedding.

Then I did some food shopping, spent the afternoon at home

cooking for a function I had the next day.

Then when Thelma called, I went over there.

Do you have any witnesses that you were at home?

No.

Did you go via Donald Griffith's house

on your way to Thelma Field's?

No. I have already said this.

I didn't see him that day.

Commander Blake is leaving the room at 9:34 a.m.

Ma'am, listen... Van Hauten's coming up with something

connected to Jane Griffith and Mark Davey.

Like what?

It's a massive apartment complex.

You know, rentals, time-share deals.

It's worth millions.

Hmm. Wait till the fraud squad hear about this.

Hope their French is good.

Commander Blake has reentered the room at 9:36 a.m.

You must be aware of the life-insurance policy

Mr. Griffith has arranged.

Of course I am aware of it.

You asked me about it over and over again.

Were you also aware that Mr. Griffith owns

a substantial amount of property in the south of France?

I know he had a house there.

A little bit more than that.

If the policy for yourself and Miss Thelma Field

fail to pay out, then Mrs. Griffith...

Will be in the same situation. I do know this.

Not the same situation at all.

Mrs. Griffith, along with Mark Davey,

own an apartment complex in the south of France

worth millions of pounds.

Mark Davey?

What has he got to do with this?

Were you aware of this property development?

No.

Are you aware that Mrs. Griffith and Mark Davey

are what you might call partners?

No.

This is such a clever deal.

They're using nine different company names,

none of them connected to Donald Griffith.

You know, it's... it's...

They... They could have diverted millions like that.

So Jane had to know about it?

Well, she... she would have had to sign authorizing it,

but I-I don't think she knew the scale of it.

But he did.

Your Mr. Davey, he engineered this entire project.

Donald, I am begging you not to contemplate this.

- Have you told Jane? - I'm telling you!

Now, listen to me.

I am not going down for eight years!

If I can make a plea bargain, that's what I'm gonna do.

I am warning you, Donald!

Do not go down this road!

What about Thelma? Did she know?

I would have imagined

that they... they wanted to keep this as quiet as they could.

But Mark Davey has a motive.

Do you understand?

If... If Donald Griffith would have gone to trial,

they would have had to sequester all those millions

to pay back the... the creditors.

I mean, that's a good incentive to kill someone.

Thelma.

- Get inside. - What do you want?

Please, Thelma, get inside.

- Hurry up! - Grace!

I know exactly what to say. We all agreed.

You know what that bitch Jane has done?

That lying little bitch!

We've both been used!

And I'm scared now, Thelma. Really frightened.

I don't think you've any idea what she's done.

I can't follow what you're saying, Grace.

Please tell me you aren't a part of this.

I wouldn't have agreed to any of this if I'd known.

- Known what?! - Jane is involved with Mark.

They had to have planned this together.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Mark Davey. Bring him in.

Search his home and his office.

I'd bring in the women as well.

So, Van Hauten...

I think you just lost your bet.

What?

I think it's time you went back to Amsterdam.

And your wife.

Car's ready.

Walked straight past me.

Almost let the door hit me in the face, the moody sod.

Maybe it was because I mentioned his wife.

I think he's still married.

Mister "Oh, I'm between wives at the moment, you know,

but the husbands don't know."

Don't you know? Well, obviously you don't.

Know what?

His wife was shot about two years ago

near Amsterdam in a drug raid.

- Oh, I didn't know that. - Yeah.

Have you won the bet?

He told me.

If he's gone, he won't be in on the arrest.

How much is it for?

It was just a joke, Doug. Drop it.

You lied to us, you bitch.

You've been screwing Mark Davey!

Aah!

You!

You, screwing my husband, having his child.

And all the time coming 'round here all smiles.

You make me sick!

And you, Grace!

Sending 'round those special little dinners

and all the time fucking him as well!

You knew what you were getting into and you both know why.

Money! So don't give me that crap.

That's why you got involved.

That's why you both agreed to do it.

That's not true.

I've gave everything up for Donald.

My family will have nothing more to do with me.

And now this.

The police have been questioning me all morning.

So what? They've been here.

You just stick to what we agreed, and they have nothing.

Unlike you, Jane. You've got a lot, haven't you?

It's the police.

Oh, God.

I've had enough, Jane. I'm gonna tell them the truth.

- No! - Don't, Thelma, please.

Looks like Mr. Davey's done a runner.

I got a call from Jane Griffith at about 8:15.

She was hysterical.

I have to see you. Something terrible has happened.

Can I come 'round and see you?

You have to get Grace over as well.

She said that Donald had tried to kill himself,

that he'd jumped from the window.

She said that if it was suicide...

we wouldn't, any of us, get any money.

Okay.

I'm going now.

I arrived at Thelma's house, and they were both in quite a state.

And they said Donald had killed himself.

And Jane had just run out of the house and left him.

Grace, do you understand what this means?

If they prove it was suicide, we won't get any money.

We agreed to drive back to Jane's to see what we could do.

Oh, my God, it was awful.

He was lying under the...

He was lying under the window.

He was dead.

And I think it was Jane's idea to put him in the pool.

Make it look like he'd fallen in.

- There's a step. - Yes, okay.

We noticed he'd lost a shoe.

Oh, my God. He's only got one shoe.

W-Where's his shoe?!

- I don't know. - I'll go and look for it.

No!

Uh... um... I'll go and get another one.

SO she went and got a shoe, and she put it on him,

and I thought he was dead.

We all thought he was dead.

Aah!

And then just as... As we were leaving...

I think he's still alive!

Jesus.

Help me. Help me.

Jane said he was dead.

Oh, God.

No!

But I saw her do it.

I saw her holding his head down and pushing him under.

We have interviewed Miss Thelma Field

and Miss Grace Kandola

and have their accounts of what happened.

Whatever they said, it will be lies.

On the evening of Tuesday the ninth of January this year,

you called Miss Field at 8:15 p.m.

Yes. Yes, I did.

I called to ask if we might meet.

And also to ask if Grace could be there.

There was a very specific reason

for that call, though, wasn't there?

You told them that your husband, Donald, had committed suicide

by jumping from a window at your residence.

That is ridiculous.

You had discovered his body.

No. That's not true at all.

No, it isn't.

I believe, Mrs. Griffith,

that you didn't find your husband's body

but that you attempted to kill him

by ramming him with your car and then leaving him for dead.

No, I did not.

You contacted Miss Field and Miss Kandola

and persuaded them to come back to the house.

They then helped you to tip the body into the swimming pool

to make it look like an accidental death.

That's not true.

But he wasn't dead, was he?

And we have statements that describe you, Mrs. Griffith,

as pushing your injured husband under the water.

No, I did not do that.

I did not do that!

No.

I didn't do that.

- Oh! - Hey!

Mrs. Griffith wishes to make a statement.

I am not going to take the blame for this.

Jane?

Jane.

Jane.

What... Mark. Stop.

What are you doing?

Mark, for God's sake, stop!

- Aah! - Aah!

Aah! Oh!

Oh, God!

- Stay in the car. - I'm coming!

Stay in the car.

What did you do that for?

What are you doing?

I don't understand.

He's... Look, he's getting up.

No.

No!

Aah!

He's dead!

Why?! Why?!

I did it for you!

I went 'round to see Thelma, and Grace joined us.

I told them what Mark had said...

That Donald had killed himself,

that he'd jumped out of a window,

and that if any of us wanted to see any insurance money,

then I needed their help.

Jesus. Pick him up.

I couldn't lift him on my own.

Where's his shoe?

I'll go and get another one.

I ran up to the house,

just picked up one of his loafers, went back to the pool.

Didn't realize it didn't match.

I put the shoe on him,

and then we rolled him into the deep end of the pool.

I didn't hold him under. I swear I didn't.

He was dead. Mark had told me he was dead.

Where was Mark Davey during all of this?

He'd taken my car to a car wash.

Then he came back when we'd all got back into the house.

He poured us all stiff drinks.

If you don't back each other up

and provide strong alibis for each of you,

it will be pointless.

It has to look like an accident...

or you can kiss the insurance money goodbye.

I went along with everything,

just as Mark told me.

But I didn't realize he'd found the missing shoe.

Why would he get involved with this?

Why would he kill your husband?

Could you explain these documents?

They are ownership rights to substantial properties

in the south of France.

Ma'am, we've got Mark Davey. Picked him up in Waterloo.

He's here now.

Mark and Donald took care of the business side of things.

I trusted them.

He said I was going to lose everything.

And now he's made sure that you have.

He said it was because he loved me.

- Afternoon, ma'am. - Thank you.

I thought you'd gone.

Maybe you should thank me.

I mean, it took awhile, but I got a result.

Mark Davey's the killer, right?

Yes.

Didn't anyone tell you?

Citizen's arrest. I, um... I brought him in.

I got him just before he got on the Eurostar.

Traveling with a false passport.

Seems I got lucky.

Davey's not giving an inch. Says he'll only speak to you.

Oh, and he's gonna represent himself.

Seems I'm in demand.

So was that bet of yours about bringing him in?

'Cause I got 50 quid on it.

Did you win?

Not yet.

So, Mark, your luck has finally run its course.

I don't think charm will get you out of this one.

Was it always about the money?

Please, Clare, this is all a mistake.

I can explain.

Save it.

Doug.

Mark Davey, we're charging you

with the murder of Donald Griffith.

We're also charging you with conspiracy to defraud.

Do you have anything to say regarding these charges?

D-Did he, uh, confess?

We've charged him.

And our... our ladies?

The CPS want them charged

with perverting the course of justice.

But it's a stretch.

Even if it goes to court, they could still walk.

The good news is that the frozen assets will go back into the pot

to help pay back the money he defrauded

from all those people.

And whatever the legal outcome, the women won't get a penny.

And, uh... and me?

Um...

When... When do I collect my winnings?

Don't joke anymore.

When I heard you'd left...

You missed me?

Yes.

Doug told me about your wife. I'm really sorry.

D-Don't worry. Really, it's... it's okay.

This is just you and me.

Hmm?

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