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RADIO: India-99
over Marlow High Street.

Northwest bound.

Approaching A4155.

ETA two minutes.

[helicopter hovering]

OFFICER: Can I get you something
to drink?

A hot tea or something
like that?

Yeah? A sweet one.

[radio chatter]

[camera beeping]

[ambient music]

Hold on. One here.

[camera shutter clicks]

Bag it.

[somber music]

[dog panting]

Suzie Harris?

Yeah?

Detective Sergeant Tanika Malik.

Can I ask you a few questions?

Um, 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...[stifles sob]

[sad music]

I'm so sorry.

[sobs]

Was there anything else you saw
that seemed different

or out of the ordinary?

No.

Nothing comes to mind?

No.

[Luna whining]

Poor Luna.

This is so bad for her.

Can I take her home
with me, please?

Sorry, um, Sarge,
DCI wants a word.

Sure.

That would actually be
a great help.

Thank you.

[sobbing]

Hello.

Sorry to interrupt.

Judith Potts.

Suzie Harris.

Um, 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?

Er...

[intro sequence music]

- [birds chirping]
- [town chatter]

[tea pouring]

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.

[whimsical music]

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.

[teaspoon clinking]

[tea pours]

[laughs] Lots.

[giggles]

JUDITH: 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.

[laughs] 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 bits.

I see. Hmm.

- Anyway, er...
- [Luna panting]

Thanks for your help,
but 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?
- Hmm.

She belonged to Iqbal's
neighbor, Ezra,

a really nice guy.

When Ezra died,
Iqbal took her in.

No questions asked.

That's the sort of bloke he wa.

Hey?

Why are you asking?

I'm trying to find out
who killed my neighbor,

- Stefan Dunwoody.
- [suspenseful music]

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.
- Oh...

[Luna panting]

ELLIOT: Cheers! See you.
Thank you.

Bye bye. Thank you.

RADIO: Good evening,
breaking news from Marlow.

We're now going over live to
the Buckinghamshire Police

press briefing.

TANIKA: I can confirm a man
in his late forties

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 five
and six a.m.,

please contact the
Buckinghamshire Constabulary.

Thank you.

REPORTER: Is he linked to
the murder of Stefan Dunwoody?

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

[foreboding music]

[pencil scribbling]

[atmospheric music]

[drawers rustling]

[basket thuds]

[handbrake squeaks]

[car door opens]

[doves calling]

[car door closes]

[doves calling]

- SUZIE: I've got it.
- [doorbell rings]

- Hi.
- Oh, hello.

- I'm Becks Starling.
- Uh-huh.

The vicar's wife.

Suzie Harris.

- Yum, yum.
- [giggling]

- Wow!
- Yeah.

[door opens]

[enigmatic music]

Oh.

You came. [chuckles]

Both of you.

- You'd better come in.
- Thank you.

[Becks laughs]

BECKS: 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.

Erm, 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.

[ornament thuds]

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.

SUZIE: Okay.

Someone s been busy.

Where did you get this?
This is ten years old!

Hmm. 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.

- [laughing]
- Thank you, again.

What are you looking
so happy about?

Oh, I had the best news.

The best.

SUZIE: What?

I just don't want to tell you
just yet.

- Okay.
- Soon, though, soon.

Alright. Bye!
Come on, girl!

Thank you. Bye!

But a few weeks later
I asked him about it,

he 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 bod.

That's very interesting.
Thank you.

SUZIE: 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.

BECKS: 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 valuation.

Can you believe it?

BECKS: Sometimes Stefan
would buy it from them

at a knockdown 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.

ALEC: Very profitable!
STEFAN: Yes!

- [glasses clink]
- STEFAN: Cheers!

BECKS: 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...

Hmm.

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.

[police radio chatter]

[atmospheric music]

[drawers clanging]

[drawers banging]

Okay. 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?

Err, 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...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
ten percent of his salary

to a refugee charity in Wycombe
every year.

What did we get from
door-to-door inquiries?

[sighs] Nothing.

He only has neighbors
on one side,

and the house was 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
five and six a.m.

when Mr. Kassam
was murdered.

Okay. 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?

Okay, 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, er, yes.

I contacted everyone within,
er, your twenty-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.

[mysterious music]

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.

[high tempo music]

Okay, team, our first
Special Ops group chat.

JUDITH: What's he up to now?

He's still writing
in his catalog.

Maybe one of you
should lure him away.

Oh, that should be easy,

just need to
create a diversion.

JUDITH: Oh, that's a good idea.

BECKS: Judith?

- SUZIE: What ve you done?
- BECKS: You're a giraffe.

JUDITH: How are you going
to do that?

BECKS: Judith?
What are you doing?

JUDITH: What?

- SUZIE: What have you...?
- JUDITH: Why am I a giraffe?

- I must have pressed something.
- [Becks laughs]

Oh, this is ridiculous,
how do I change it?

Go to the bottom of your screen.

BECKS: Change the setting.

SUZIE: You should see a giraffe,
or some other animoji.

What's an animoji?

- [phone beeps]
- I've done it again!

This is preposterous!

How do I change it?

- BECKS: Tap it, Judith.
- SUZIE: No.

Try swiping up.

SUZIE: He's looking!
He's looking at us.

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

SUZIE: Quick, Judith!

[phone vibrates]

JUDITH: I think I've sorted i.

[police siren blares]

The police are here.

They are?

[shop bell rings]

Hey, I'm DC Hackett.

Find out why.

- Let s go.
- DAISY: I'm not sure.

Can I help?

Oh, the Detective Constable
is asking

if we've ever sold a Second
World War German Luger.

Oh, of course, yes.

I...I m sorry, I was, er...

I should have got back
to you sooner.

Er, because, er,
we did, actually.

Er, last year,
to a local collector.

I have the receipt right here.

- [ornaments crashing loudly]
- Oh, no!

What on earth are you doing?

- Elliot!
- DC HACKETT: Are you okay?

SUZIE: It's not my fault!

I'm a police officer,
are you okay?

- Oh...
- Are you hurt?

- I don't know what happened.
- Let me help you up.

[camera clicks]

Oh, I think it might be...
yeah, I think I m alright.

But you need to be more careful

where you put those...things!

Excuse me.

DC HACKETT: Right,
where were we?

- That gun receipt.
- ELLIOT: 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?

- Ha, up top!
- Yes! [laughs]

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.
[Suzie laughs]

I think we can do better
than that.

[jaunty music]

- [dog barking]
- [snoring]

[doorbell rings]

Uh...

[door creaks open]

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?

JUDITH: Thank you.

BECKS: Thanks.

[door shuts]

Do take a seat.

[mysterious music]

Oh...

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?

[door opens]

[footsteps]

- [switch clicks]
- [classical music]

You like it?

What a fascinating collection.

You are quite the connoisseur.
[chuckles]

- Thank you.
- Even the grenades.

No one's ever matched
the Germans for engineering.

- [gun clicking]
- [sinister music]

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, no!

Someone's stolen it!

- Armed police!
- [glass smashing]

Police! Nobody move!

Stay where you are!

- Show me your hands!
- Stand back! Arms up!

Up in the air!

Show me your hands!

It's not as bad as it looks.

This is really unnecessary.

I do not need to be handcuffed.

There's been a complete
misunderstanding.

Look, someone must have
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-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.
- Hmm.

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 obstructio.

Okay?

Okay.

[alarm ringing]

Oh, God!
The Bishop of Worcester!

[dramatic music]

[Luna panting]

So, what have you ladies
been up to today?

[silence]

[calm music]

[church bells ring]

- What a pleasure.
- Thank you.

Hello! Welcome! Come in!

Can I take these...

SUZIE: Look at her, eh?

She's like an angelic
rottweiler.

She's good.

She is.

- BECKS: Enjoy the service.
- She is in her element.

SUZIE: 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.

Oh, 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?

[laughing]

[tranquil music]

[chatter & laughter]

ROWING INSTRUCTOR: Gather round,
let s get all your

life jackets on.

Although we are going to try

and stay out of the water
today, okay?

Right. Yes.
Great, you look okay.

Alright, 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 okay?

Yeah, of course I'm okay.

Why wouldn't I be?

[crows cawing]

[fridge door rattles]

[fridge door closes]

[wine glass clinks]

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.

[blinds whirring]

She also wanted to know
where I was

when that taxi driver
was killed.

Yes, she asked me
the same thing.

It was six a.m., 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 l
hear from the police, then.

[suspenseful music]

- [door closes]
- Mm.

Mm.

[distant banging]

Uh...

[equipment bangs]

[sighs]

Oh, hey, you're up.

Can't sleep.

How was your gig?

Er, yeah, yeah it was good.

[sighs] 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.
- [equipment banging]

You always get your man, huh?

Our shooter could be
a woman.

Oh, er, 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?

[sighs] Morning.

[kiss]

Mm.

You'll catch your killer.

[footsteps]

[church bell rings]

COLIN: 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 favor
on those who mourn

and comfort them in their loss.

[chilling music]

Grant this through Christ
our Lord.

Amen.

Amen.

[mysterious music]

[sighs]

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.

Then 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.

Oh, congratulations.

What are her plans?

I don't know anymore.

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.

[suspenseful music]

Yes, I thought it was
a wonderful service.

Colin will need me for
the wake.

- Vicar's wife.
- Of course.

Knock 'em dead, girl!

Oh, well, maybe not that.

Er, Mrs. Howard?

Might I...have a word?

Why?

I believe it was you

who threw that brick
through my window.

You shouldn't have signed
the book of condolence.

Not here.

No.

[Daisy sighs]

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?

[suspenseful music]

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-hmm. He's a good painter.

But when his dad died,

he didn't leave
the painting to Elliot,

- he left it to Stefan.
- Hmm.

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.

[poignant music]

My great aunt always said that
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.

[chuckles]

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?

Uh, vicar's wife.

I notice rings.

I used to be married.

Wow. What happened?

Goodness, this really
is a night for questions.

- [glass smashed]
- [alarm ringing]

- What's that?
- Where's it coming from?

[menacing music]

[footsteps]

There's someone
in Stefan's house.

BECKS: Are you sure?
SUZIE: What?

I can see torchlight
in the windows.

SUZIE: What the hell?

Call the police.

Tell them there's been
a break-in.

And meet me there.

SUZIE: Judith? Wait.

Look, I'm not sure you should..

[foreboding music]

[water lapping]

[boat creaking]

[menacing music]

[door opens]

[chilling music]

Who's there?

I'm making a citizen s arrest!

No!

- [thud]
- Ah!

[police sirens]

[door slams]
TANIKA: Police!

- BECKS: Hello, Judith?
- Mrs. Potts? Mrs. Potts?

- Judith!
- SUZIE: Judith?!

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

- She's in here!
- Judith!

Mrs. Potts? Are you okay?

- SUZIE: 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.
- She's bleeding.

That's all I know.

- Come here.
- Ow!

Oh, my God! Alright, come on,
let s get you up.

Oh...easy.

- Yeah...
- Easy.

Take your time.

Alright, steady now.

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

BECKS: Come on.

- Okay.
- 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...

Hmm...

somewhere...

There it is. Look.

Yes, the dust on the wall fits
it perfectly.

So, what was here?

A painting by Stanley Spencer.

TANKIA: 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 alright, thank you.

You asked about my ring...

My husband was not
a good man.

But I survived him.

And I'll survive this.

[enigmatic music]

[glass clinks]

[clock ticking]

[sinister music]

[distant ocean waves]

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?

[suspenseful music]

Please?

Last Tuesday?

[kiss] Love you.

[quickened breathing]

[suspenseful music]

SUZIE: 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.

Oh, yeah.

- [door beeps]
- Haven't seen him, mate, so...

- I'll come back to you.
- Alright, 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.

Er, DS Malik? There's a Judith
Potts in reception to see you.

She says...

[hushed] sorry you want
me to say what?

Okay.

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.
Okay, thanks.

[door opens]

[playful music]

[keypad beeps]

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?

Ah, what about Chris Bott?

Oh, after we released him,

he got straight on a train
to Amsterdam.

Visiting friends.

What about forensics?

What did we get from
the scene?

- Brendan?
- Oh, not much.

Er, 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...?
- 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?

JUDITH: I know!

Oh, how did she get in here?

Come on, guys!
We're literally the police

and we've just been
broken into.

Not a bit of it.

That nice young man let me in.

Oh, when Jason gets back here,
I want a word.

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

Ha! That's not possible, love.

I think you'll find it is.

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

[atmospheric music]

[splash]

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...
- [splash]

....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."”

- One Corinthians.
- Oh, my God.

Faith, hope and charity.

JUDITH: Indeed.

There's going to be
a third murder.

We're dealing
with a serial killer.