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[atmospheric music]

Okay, everyone.

The killer left a medallion at
the first crime scene after all.

This one has "Faith"
written on it.

Process it please, Alice,
I want it fast-tracked.

Okay.

The first murder was "Faith".

The second "Hope".

The next would be "Charity".

There's going to be
a third murder?

No.

We're going to catch
the killer first.

All planned leave,
training, annual reviews,

it's all cancelled.

And I want a full update
on both murder cases

in my office, in ten minutes.

And the medallion was
found by some civilians.

I've decided to hire them
as advisers.

Not that woman that
was here?

No.

Oh, thank Christ for that!
[laughs]

I thought you'd lost
the plot then.

I mean her and her
two friends.

[machine beeps]

[triumphant music]

Becks Starling, Suzie Harris
and Judith Potts,

reporting for duty.

[intro sequence music]

[enigmatic music]

[files banging]

Good luck.

I can't believe we get
to do this.

For big cases like this, we
can bring in civilian advisers.

I'm just asking you
to go over these,

see if anything jumps
out for you.

Oh don't worry, something will.

We won't let you down.

BECKS: We'll do our best.

Faith, Hope and Charity
from the Bible.

But it's also the motto
of the Freemasons.

I'll get my team to put togethr

a list of freemasons
in Marlow.

Thank you.

Oh, and you'll want to know
about Chris Bott.

We had to release him
without charge.

He was in the United States
at the time of both murders.

He's in the clear.

Even though it was his gun
that was used?

We think it was his gun.

There's an old door at
the back of his house.

Anyone could have picked
the lock, got in, stolen it.

Oh, this is mad!
Every time we find someone

that could've done it,
they've got an alibi.

JUDITH: Well that's not
what's worrying me.

Why? What's worrying you?

What if the killer's
someone else entirely?

Someone we haven t
even considered yet?

[ominous music]

[cox shouting]

[sighs]

[footsteps]

[cupboard clicks]

[door creaks open]

[door slams shut]

[cupboard closes]

[footsteps]

[dramatic music]

[door creaking open]

- [door closing]
- [background radio]

Hi everyone!

- [foosteps on stairs]
- [keys clinking]

CHLOE: Where have
you been?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

[background radio]

What are you doing?

- Oh, there you are!
- He thinks he can cook dinner.

It wasn't just going to
be that.

What do you mean,
I won't believe you?

I've been helping the police.

With those two murders.

You?

No, no, of course.

You're the whole reason
this family works.

I'm sure it will be the same
with the police. Hmm?

How about a takeaway?

Yes!

[moody music]

[phone ringing]

[door clicks open]

- Hello?
JEREMY: Ah, Elliot.

Just wanted to pick
your brains.

ELLIOT: Jeremy,
lovely to hear from you.

How can I help?

Well I'm sure it s nothing,

but I've had a call
from the police.

JEREMY: They wanted a list

of all the members of
the Lodge.

They did?

You don't think
it's got anything to do

with these terrible murders,
do you?

Oh, God, no.

No, no, of course not.
No. Although...

I don't suppose my name
was on that list, was it?

Oh no, no.

Don't worry, it was current
members they were after.

I didn't tell them you'd left
last year.

Worry?

Why would I worry? [chuckles]

Yes...

Indeed.

[phone beeps]

[car door clicks open]

[suspenseful music]

[church bell chiming]

- JUDITH: How's Luna settling in?
- Hmm.

She misses Iqbal.
I feel so sorry for her.

Tell me about Zeta.

[chuckles] Zeta?

Well, she's amazing.

She's also a pain in the...
[laughter]

You know what teenagers
are like.

It's always just been
the two of us.

I don't know what I'm going
to do when she goes to uni.

That sounds hard.

At least I'll be able to watch
what I want on the telly.

[laughing]

[birds chirping]

You said the other night that...

you survived your husband.

What did you mean?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Look, I get it.

But if he was so bad,

why do you still wear
your wedding ring?

To remember.

[birds chirping]

[door sliding open]

Ma'am?

The list of freemasons
in Marlow.

Oh, great, thanks.

You should know,
there is no Stefan Dunwoody,

or Iqbal Kassam
or Chris Bott for that matter.

There's no-one who s connected
to either case?

- Not that I could find.
- Not even Elliot Howard?

He's not on the list.

Bit of a dead-end, Sarge?
Not to worry.

Our civilian advisers
will come to the rescue.

That's what I reckon.

Sorry, Ma'am.

Who's got the case files?

[sighs]

[case files slam on desk]

JUDITH: Right...

Did Tanika say
you could take these?

Uh. Not exactly...no.

But I worked through them
last night,

and I must say,
she's very good at her job.

I couldn't find a single lead
she didn't follow up

or a clue or whatever.

Well, that's good to know.

But Suzie...I did find
Iqbal's bank statements.

They don't show
any large deposits

in the last six months.

So, it's like he said.

[dramatic music]

SUZIE: Are you
a millionaire yet, Iqbal?

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

Sorry.

Come on in, Luna.

Well, whatever happened,

he didn't end up getting
a lot of money.

But there is this loose end.

In Tanika's report,
she says she saw

a red-headed woman
at Stefan's funeral,

sitting on a nearby bench
in the graveyard.

But the woman left before
she had time to speak to her.

- [dramatic music]
COLIN: Receive him, we pray.

into the mansions of the saints.

Look also with favor
on those who mourn...

Yes. Yes, I saw her too.

She's someone I know from yoga.

Her name's Liz Curtis.

Hold on.

Liz Curtis was
at Stefan's funeral?

Well, not exactly.
But she was watching.

Why? Is that a surprise?

Damn right, it is!

- That woman is a killer!
- What?

If we're looking for someone
who could ve carried out

these murders, well then...

Liz Curtis has killed before.

[climatic music]

[suspenseful music]

SUZIE: We can help
you here, Tanika.

The woman you saw
at Stefan's funeral

is Liz Curtis.

She runs the Marlow
Rowing Centre

with her husband, Danny.

How do you know that?

I used to dog sit for her
a few years ago.

Anyway, there was a really

bad flood, loads of damage to
the center.

They had to put it up
for sale.

I mean, the whole town
rallied around

and got it back up on its
feet, but let me tell you,

Liz never wanted to sell it
in the first place.

[car brakes squeak]

And then one day,

out of the blue,
Liz stopped using me.

I mean, whatever,
it happens.

But the next time I saw
Liz, Rollo wasn t with her.

She said the vet had
to put him down,

but was being
really weird about it.

So, I asked around

and I found out

there'd been nothing wrong
with Rollo!

So that is what I mean when
I say she has killed before.

- A dog?
- It's still murder.

[Malik inhales]

Okay. Er, let me see
what we can dig up

on Liz Curtis this end.

Oh, and check any links

between Liz Curtis
and Elliot Howard.

Are you at the rowing center?

What's that?

You mustn't speak
to Liz Curtis.

I want you all to come to
the station at once.

Sorry, the reception's
very bad.

You're breaking up.

Do you think they
bought that?

Shh! We haven't turned it off.

You haven't turned
the phone off?

- You didn't turn it off!
BECKS: Stop it!

Give it to me .

Where is it?

- Ah!
- [phone beeps]

Jason?

I reckon we need to do
a background check

on Elizabeth Curtis from
the Marlow Rowing Centre,

and any links she
might have

with either of the victims.

Oh, and Elliot Howard as well.

If Mrs. Potts says he s
involved, then, er, well...

he's involved.

Isn't that right...Sarge?

[muttering]

[background chatter]

SUZIE: Morning, Liz.

Suzie, Becks.

You looking to go out on
the river?

Not exactly.

We wanted to talk to you
about Stefan Dunwoody.

Who?

Stefan Dunwoody.

No, no... I don t know
the name.

Then why was you at
his funeral?

Excuse me, I m sorry.

I've really got to get back
to work.

You can't just walk away, Liz.

- Please don't follow me.
- Becks saw you there!

It's true.

I was taking a break
in the cemetery.

And all these people came
out the church

and I...I didn't know
whose funeral it was.

JUDITH: Okay.

So, what about
Iqbal Kassam?

He's the...he's the taxi drivr
who was shot, right?

Just like Mr. Dunwoody
was shot.

- I didn't know him.
- Are you sure of that?

Excuse me.

I really need to get on.

See you at yoga on Tuesday!

Does that look like
an innocent woman to you?

Has anyone got a bag
on them?

Poo bag?

That'll do nicely.

After the break-in at Stefan's,

the police found
fresh fingerprints

on the door handle.

You think it was Liz
who stole the painting?

Well she's guilty of something.

[bag rustling]

That's Liz's husband, Danny.

We should talk to him.
Come on.

- [knocking]
- Hi, Danny.

- Hey, Suze.
- You alright?

Have you got a minute?

Sure, what's up?

Wow...is this all Liz?

[chuckles] Certainly is. Yeah.

I used to row once too,
that s how we met.

But then she won a gold medal
at the Sydney Olympics,

so compared to her,
I was nothing.

So, erm, how can I help?

We're here on a police matter.

- No way.
- Yes way. [chuckles]

Just wanted to ask you about Liz
and Stefan Dunwoody.

Er, what do you want
to know?

Well did Liz know Stefan?

Sure.

Sorry, who are you?

Oh, of course. Um...

Judith Potts.

And I'm Becks Starling.

Although it says Rebecca
on here.

I do yoga with your wife.

Erm, you were saying that Liz
knew Stefan?

Yeah, had done for years.

Ask her yourself.

She was pretty shaken up
when he died.

It's not my thing, art.

But Liz is into all that stuff.

I mean they weren't close
or anything, but er...

Well she was definitely upset
about his death,

no question about it.

What about Iqbal Kassam?

You mean the other guy
that got shot?

Yeah. Did she know him at all?

You're asking 'cause
she used him the other day

- aren't you?
- No.

I mean yes.
Yes we are.

Look, the car was in for
a service,

so Liz said she had to get
a taxi to do the weekly shop.

That's all.

I mean, she could've used
any taxi firm.

She just happened to use his.

- [phone vibrating]
- Sorry.

I've got to be in, er,
Nottingham later on,

I'm coaching the GB
Under 19s kayak team.

That's amazing. Congrats.

Thanks.

Erm, I ll talk to Liz and, uh,

if she's got anything to say
about that taxi journey,

I'll get her to call the polic.
Let them know.

Yeah, that d be great.

- Thanks, Danny.
- See you around.

- Bye.
- Bye.

DANNY: Nice to meet you.

Well, that's a turn up
for the books.

Everything Liz told us was
a lie.

- She knew Stefan Dunwoody.
- And she used Iqbal's taxi.

Assuming he's telling us
the truth.

I wonder if there's a way
to find out.

Maybe there is.

A dog walker...
has many keys.

But Tanika said we had to go
straight back to the station.

We're not going to do that,
though, are we?

No...

[lively music]

- [keys jangling]
- [lock clicking]

[sighs]

[poignant music]

[floorboard creaking]

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I've still got Liz Curtis
number in my phone.

Could you...look it up
for me?

Of course.

- Here's Liz's number.
- Great.

All Iqbal's bookings
came through this landline.

So, if I can see
his call register...

There. Okay.

So, Iqbal's register
says that Liz Curtis

called him last week,
just like Danny said.

I don't understand.

Why would she lie to us?

No, Judith! You've not opened
Iqbal s post, have you?

Well, it was just lying there.

- It's against the law.
- Ah, but is it?

- Yes.
- So, what've you got?

It's a letter from
Wahab and Rahman Solicitors .

- You're incorrigible.
- Oh, good.

I'd hate to be "corrigible".

Solicitors writing to Iqbal?

They've got hold of a copy
of Iqbal's neighbor's will

from the probate office.

He was a man called
Ezra Harrington.

Ezra! That's the man who died.

Luna's original owner.

They're saying that Ezra's old
will left his estate to Iqbal...

Is this the reason
that Iqbal thought

he was going to be rich?

So, why didn't he get the mone?

Erm, they're saying that
two weeks before he died,

Ezra drew up a new will
that replaced the old one.

Or rather, Ezra's solicitor
drew it up,

a man called Giles Bishop.

He was also sole executor.

Oh, hold on...

Giles Bishop was also
the sole beneficiary.

What?

His solicitor inherited
his whole estate?

I think we need to find out
who this Giles Bishop is.

[suspenseful music]

[door closes]

The PCC's breathing
down my neck,

the press are saying
we're incompetent.

Now, I can handle all that.

But there's been
a formal complaint

from one of your team

about your handling
of the case.

I've followed correct procedure
at all times.

Being SIO is about more than
following correct procedure.

Er, Miss Potts to see you.

Go on.

Excuse me.

Erm, the prints on this
notebook belong to Liz Curtis.

You need to see if they
match any of the fingerprints

you found on the door handle
at Stefan s house.

Is this a poo bag?

Yup. Correct.

Ah, Tanika.

We've just spoken to Danny,
Liz Curtis s husband,

and he says that Liz used
Iqbal's taxi last week.

A fact that we ve been able
to confirm for ourselves.

- How?
- She called Iqbal

on the third of July
at 2:31 p.m. Boom.

It's true. Look.

This is Iqbal Kassam's
taxi logbook,

and afternoon of the third.

"Liz. Local pick up and return.

- £18."
- That s amazing.

Thank you, Jason.

And you should know that

Liz denies knowing
Iqbal Kassam...

or, indeed,
Stefan Dunwoody.

Even though she knew
both of them.

Alice, can you pull the
GPS data from Mr. Kassam's satnav

for the afternoon of July 3rd?

- Got it, yeah.
- Well, we d better be off.

Er, where are you going?
I need to speak to you.

Er, sorry, we need
to see a Bishop.

That's what you said last time.

Don't worry, we'll be back
as soon as we can.

Come along, chaps.

[somber music]

[cutlery clinking]

[phone vibrating]

Yep. What is it?

SECRETARY: Mr. Bishop,
sorry to interrupt.

There's a woman here that
says she needs to talk to you.

I'm having lunch.

She says it's about
the Ezra Harrington will.

Okay. Um...

Yeah, okay, well, tell her
I'll be there in five.

Okay.

Rich, put it on my tab, yeah?

RICH: No worries, Giles.

[atmospheric music]

The chess piece has left
the building.

I repeat, the chess piece
has left the building.

He is now proceeding
down the high street

in a westerly direction.

And he very definitely
looked shocked

when he heard about
Ezra Harrington.

Becks, could you just shh!
Say less.

Doing my best work here.

Yeah, he's crossing
over the road...

Now.

[intense music]

[hooting]

What?

Yeah, the chess piece
hasn't spoken to anyone

or used his phone.

Judith...he's going to be
with you

in five, four, three...

There you are.

Erm...I'm sorry?

You're Mr. Bishop,
aren t you?

Yes. What of it?

Er, Judith Potts.
May I have a word?

You see, I have
an elderly aunt.

She hasn't long left with us.

But she's just appointed her
solicitor executor of her will.

And also left her entire
estate to him.

So?

Well, don't you think
that's rather odd?

It seems rather odd to me.

Why don't you contact
my secretary, hmm?

But of course, it wouldn t
seem odd to you, would it?

Because that s what you did
with Ezra Harrington.

You drew up his will,

you executed it,

and you were also
sole beneficiary.

I think the Law Society
would find that...

very interesting.

Look, I don't know who
you are, but you're right.

If you have any issues,
contact the Law Society.

Now, I really must get on.

[enigmatic music]

Okay, team, I'm going in.

I need to give Mr. Bishop
his pen back.

MAN:
See you later.

[documents shredding]

[bag zipping]

Alright, I'm off then.

I'll, er, I'll be back
tomorrow evening.

Liz?

What?

Are you okay?

I'm fine.

[heavy breathing]

[phone typing]

[phone bangs on desk]

[gasps]

SUZIE: Okay, on the solicitor's
office plan,

there's a fire exit here at
the back of the building.

But only one entrance here,
at the front.

Well surely we can't just
march in there

and steal the contents
of his shredder?

Well, we're not going to
do that.

We re going to sneak in,
and then steal it. [chuckles]

I don't feel good about this.

No, the front entrance
is no good.

We'll never get past
the receptionist here.

SUZIE: Hmm.

SUZIE: Maybe we could get in
through his window.

JUDITH: Oh good point, he is on
the ground floor.

Yeah, but we'd need to get
him out the office first.

COLIN: Oh, sorry, darling.

Didn't know you were
in here.

Oh.

Oh, you're the friends
helping with the police.

How lovely. [chuckles]

Sorry to interrupt.

You're right.

The only way into
the building

is through the window.

And I know exactly how
we can get him out.

[chuckles] Boom.

[high tempo music]

[bread slicing]

[drawers banging]

[sighs]

[hanger scrapes]

Sam's old hamster cage.

- Dead.
- Shame.

[paper rustling]

BECKS: Yeah.

[birds chirping]

You never know what
we might find.

She kept everything in here.

- [gasping]
- Perfect!

Good old Aunt Jess,
everything we need is here.

- Thank you.
- Oh, wow.

We've even got wheels!

- Yes!
- Perfect with that!

[sinister music]

Okay.

Let's do this.

Hello. I'd like to see
Giles Bishop.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm happy to wait.

It's a rather delicate matter.

Let me see if he s available.
If you'd take a seat?

Actually, do you have a loo
that I could use?

Yes. It's down the corridor
and up the stairs.

Thank you.

Go away!

Shoo!

[dramatic music]

Oh.

- [bottles rattling]
- Oh!

Oh, hello.

Hello.

Giles...Bishop, er,
senior partner.

May I help?

I'm fine.

I...I just, erm...wanted
a glass of water.

- GILES: Sure.
- [laughs nervously] Ooh.

- Coffee.
- Oh. [laughs]

Hmm.

[water pouring]

[suspenseful music]

[toaster clicking]

[phone vibrating]

We're on.

Right.

[alarm blaring]

- What's that?
- Fire alarm.

Aren't we going to clear
the building?

It's probably just a test.

GILES: Okay, everyone
out the front,

there's smoke upstairs.

Alright, this isn't a drill.

Come on, everyone out.

Um...sorry...where are
we going?

The muster point is out front.

But the fire exit's
at the back.

The muster point is out front.

Come on, everyone...let's go!

Okay, here goes.

- Go on!
SUZIE: I'm trying!

- Oh, God!
- What?

What if the fire is out here?

How could the fire
be out here?

Erm, I don't know.

That doesn't sound very likely,
does it?

No.

[alarm blaring]

Careful!

[grunting]

[thud]

Okay.

[banging]

[tape measure whirring]

[dramatic music]

[bag tearing]

[bag rustling]

[alarm beeping]

Okay, I've found it.
It was the toaster!

Who did this?

- You can all go back in now.
- Now?

Yep, come one everyone.

Back inside.
Back to work, please.

BECKS: But...

[frenetic music]

[thudding]

[bag rustling]

GILES: Come one everyone.
Back to work.

GILES: My coffee's gone cold.

Can somebody get me another cup
of coffee, please?

Thank you.

[door closes]

Mr. Bishop.

Sorry if I was, um, a bit odd
just now.

I've got a family problem
that, um,

I need to talk about,
but outside.

I could do with the fresh air.

You've just had some
fresh air.

- I love fresh air.
- [chuckles]

Let's get some fresh air.

[sighs] What a trooper.

Really taking one for
the team, Becks.

Good girl.

[dramatic music]

[wheelchair rattling]

It's my husband.

He takes me for granted.

Right. So, you want
a divorce?

Er...well it's just, er, he
expects me to be his cook

and bottle washer.

And I know he's got
an important job,

but, erm, well,
whenever he does anything,

he always announces it
like he deserves a prize.

"I've taken the bins out."

Oh right...wow!

Or, "Don't worry,
I've tidied the shoe rack."

The shoe rack?

I don't want the shoe
rack tidied!

- I want the kids' bedrooms tid.
- Right.

Do you know, the other day
he actually said,

"I've picked a newspaper
up off the floor."

What even is that?

So, why do you want to
see me?

Erm, just to grumble, really.

Thanks for listening,
I feel so much better.

What?

[light-hearted music]

Did you get it?

- Did we get it?
- Yes! [laughs]

- We got it!
- Whoop whoop!

- [laughter]
- We're women!

- Yes!
- [laughter]

[police radio chatter]

Is this the satnav data
from Mr. Kassam's car?

Yeah, this is the taxi
journey that Mr. Kassam took

just after Liz Curtis
phoned him.

Mr. Kassam's house is here.

And the Rowing Center's here.

But where does he
take her?

I don't believe it!

Zoom in where it stops.

That's Chris Bott s house,
right there.

It was Liz Curtis who
got the gun?

And used Mr. Kassam's taxi
to take her there?

[sinister music]

[church organ music]

♪ La la la, la la la la
la la la...♪

♪ La la la la la la la...♪

♪ La la la la la la...♪

♪ La la la la la la la la...♪

♪ La la la la la la la la...♪

[plastic bags rustling]

So, how do we do this?

I imagine it's like a jigsaw.

We sort the pieces
into different colors.

Quite so.

First, we have to work out
what's general office paper.

Yeah?

And then what's the paper
that Giles shredded.

So, what's the plan?

Well, the page I saw Giles
holding was shiny.

Like from a magazine.

So, let's start with sorting
the shiny from the plain.

[exhales] Right. Let's go.

The evidence suggests
Liz Curtis is our prime suspect.

But it's circumstantial.

We don't have enough
to arrest her yet.

She broke into Chris Bott s
house and stole his Luger.

We don't know that
for sure.

We just know she took
a taxi there.

Why else would she go there
while he was in the States?

Sarge, Forensics have matched
the fingerprints

we lifted from the door handle
and the window

of Mr. Dunwoody's house
after the break-in.

- And?
- They belong to Liz Curtis.

At least, they belong to the
prints that we lifted off

the notepad that
Mrs. Potts brought in.

We need to arrest Liz Curtis.

Now.

SUZIE: It's like a needle
in a haystack.

There's writing on both sides!

We just have to be methodical.

Work through this one piece
at a time.

I can't read anything this
small at the best of times.

[sighs] Oops.

Sticky fingers.

Oh, this is impossible.

We ain't never gonna be able
to put this back together!

[phone ringing]

BECKS: Oh, I think I've found
a shiny one!

- Hello?
TANIKA: Judith.

Are you anywhere near
Liz Curtis?

No.

Why? Oh, hold on.

Go on.

We've credible evidence
that links her

to both murders.

You think Liz Curtis
is the killer?

We're bringing her in
for questioning.

Er, what links have you found

between her and Elliot Howard?

Well, none so far, but...

And what about Giles Bishop?

Who's Giles Bishop?

We think he's involved...
in Iqbal's murder.

Liz can t be a freemason,
she's a woman.

The medallions are unlikely
to have come from her.

Look, we're heading to
the Rowing Centre now.

I just wanted to make sure
you were safe. Speak later.

[sirens blaring]

[receiver clicks]

We're not going to miss this,
are we?

[police sirens blaring]

[playful music]

[police sirens blaring]

[wheels skidding]

[door opens]

Okay, secure the area,

I'm not having her
get away.

Hackett, those huts
over there!

- HACKETT: Yes, Sarge!
- Jason, check out reception.

OFFICER: You check
out reception,

I'll check on the huts.

[police chatter]

SUZIE: It's like I've been
saying all along.

Forget Elliot Howard.

Forget Giles Bishop.

Liz Curtis is the killer.

She has always been
the killer.

DS PERRY:
No, no, no, no, no.

You three are staying
right there. Stay!

Who put him in charge?

TANIKA: Oh no! Brendan!

DS PERRY: What ve you got?
TANIKA: Over here.

[sinister music]

SUZIE: Oh my...

[gasping]

SUZIE: She's not the killer.

[ominous music]

She's the third victim.

Nobody can find Mr. Curtis,

and he's not answering
his phone.

He's our man, isn't he?

- He's in Nottingham.
- What?

Mr. Curtis coaches
a youth kayaking team.

Uniform just broke the news
to him in his hotel

over a hundred miles away.

Well then...

well maybe he shot his wife
before he left?

Paramedics say Mrs. Curtis
has been dead less than an hour.

Any other theories?

Uh... [sighs]

This is our fault.

We were messing around
in Giles Bishop's office

when the murderer came
for Liz.

No, we weren't messing around.

Well what if it was Giles
who shot her?

You think he had time to
come down here and do that

after I left him?

It's possible.

His problem's with Iqbal,
not with Liz.

Why would he want
to kill her?

Wait.

Where's Judith?

[suspenseful music]

[bike wheel spinning]

WOMAN: Bye bye.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Where is he?

Where have you been
this afternoon?

Urgh.

[sighs]

I asked you a question.

We've been holding an auction
for clocks and watches.

And when did that start?

At ten this morning.

Since which time,
I've been in front

of at least fifty people
at all times.

- Why?
- There's been another murder.

Well it can't have had anything
to do with me then.

It's true.

We've both been in front of
witnesses the whole time.

[menacing music]

Get out...before I call
the police.

The real police.

[phone beeps]

We need to meet.

[tires scraping]

[car door opens]

Mr. Curtis.

I'll get that.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Where are you going?

We need to find out
what's going on!

We don't.

Suzie, we shouldn't be here.

BECKS: This is wrong!

DANNY: I still can't believe i.

I can't imagine what
you re going through.

Everyone liked her.

- Loved her, you know.
- Of course.

I'm the difficult one.

The one who loses
his temper and...

She just got on with things.

She's a...she's a doer,
you know?

I'm sorry to ask, but, erm,
when did you last see her?

Yesterday, er...

Before I left for Nottingham.

And how was she?

Oh, I don't know.

A bit out of sorts, maybe.

In...in what way?

Distracted.

Snappy, you know? [chuckles]

I wanted to ask her
what was wrong, but...

It's too late now.

Do you have any idea
what was upsetting her?

DANNY: Those murders
really bothered her.

She's been acting strangely,
withdrawn.

She's been out the house
a lot and...

wouldn't tell me
what was going on.

[loud ringtone]

Hey, Zeta! Yeah. [laughs]

Oh, news travels fast!

No, no, no, no, your mum's
nowhere near any...

Zeta! No!

Look, there's no need
for that,

you don't have to...

Alright. Well, if you're
coming home,

let me know when you land

and I'll come and get you,
alright?

I can't wait to see you!

- [footsteps]
- Yeah.

I've got to go.

- Suzie?
- Ah, yeah, I was just...

I was just checking these tires.

Oh! [laughs] They're super fine.

This isn't a game.

Yeah, I know.

I know.