All language subtitles for The.Marlow.Murder.Club.S01E03.720p.WEB.H264-JFF

Oh, you came-- both of you.

Someone's been busy.

The bullet that killed
Mr. Kassam was fired

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

Liz? You okay?

Why wouldn't I be?

The police asked me

about some sort of medallion.

A medallion at one scene

implies a medallion
at the other.

Faith, hope, and charity.

There's going to be
a third murder.

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!

I thought you'd
lost the plot then.

I mean her and her two friends.

Becks Starling, Suzie Harris,

and Judith Potts,
reporting for duty.

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.

Don't worry-- something will.

We won't let you down.

We'll do our best-- hm.

Faith, hope, and charity,
from the Bible.

But it's also the motto
of the Freemasons.

I'll get my team to put together
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.

This is mad!

Every time we find someone
that could've done it,

they've got an alibi.

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?

Hi, everyone!

Where have you been?

You wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

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.

What...

You?

No...

No, of course.

You're the whole reason
this family works.

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

Hm?

How about a takeaway?

Yes!

Hello?

Ah, Elliot.

Just wanted to pick your brains.

Jeremy!
Lovely to hear from you.

- How can I help?
- Well, I'm sure it's nothing,

but I've just had a call
from the police.

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 now,
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?
Yes.

Indeed.

How's Luna settling in?
Mm.

She misses Iqbal.

I feel so sorry for her.

Tell me about Zeta.

Zeta.

Well, she's amazing.

She's also a pain in the...

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.

You said the other night
that you survived your husband.

What did you mean?

I'd rather not talk about it.

No, I get it, but,

if he was so bad,

why do you still
wear your wedding ring?

To remember.

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?

Should...

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.

Are you a millionaire
yet, Iqbal?

I really don't
want to talk about this, 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 redheaded
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.

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.

We can help you here, Tanika.

The woman you saw
at Stefan's funeral

is Liz Curtis.

She runs
the Marlow Rowing Center

with her husband, Danny.
How do you know that?

I used to dogsit 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.

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, 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.

Okay, 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.
- What's...

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?!

No, look, look,
give it to me.

Where is it? All right.

Jason?

I reckon we need to
do a background check

on Elizabeth Curtis from
the Marlow Rowing Center--

any links she might have
with either of the victims.

Oh, and Elliot Howard,
as well.

If Mrs. Potts says he's
involved, then,

well, he's involved.

Isn't that right...

Sarge?

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, I, 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.
But she...

Becks saw you there.
It's true.

I was taking a break
in the cemetery.

And these people
came out the church,

and I didn't know
whose funeral it was.

Okay.

So what about Iqbal Kassam?

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

Just like Mr. Dunwoody was shot.

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

Excuse me, um,
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.

That's Liz's husband,
Danny.

We should talk to him--
come on.

Hi, Danny.

Hey, Suze.
You all right?

Have you got a minute?

- Sure-- what's up?
- Wow!

Is this all Liz?

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, um, how can I help?
We're here on a police matter.

No way!
Yes way.

Just wanted to ask you about
Liz and Stefan Dunwoody.

Well, what do you want
to know?

Well, did Liz know
Stefan?

Sure-- sorry, who are you?

Oh, of course-- Judith Potts.

And I'm Becks Starling.

Although it says "Rebecca" on
here-- I do yoga with your wife.

Um, 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, well, she was definitely
upset about his death,

no question about it.

What about Iqbal Kassam?

You, 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.

Sorry.

I've got to be in Nottingham
later on.

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

Wow, that's amazing-- congrats.

Thanks-- um, I'll talk
to Liz,

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

I'll get her to call
the police.

- Let them know.
- Yeah, that'd be great.

Thanks, Danny.

Hm, see you around.
Bye.

- Bye!
- 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.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

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

Could you look it up
for me?

Yeah, 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.

But 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 money?

Um, 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.

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 S.I.O. is about more

than following
correct procedure.

Ms. Potts to see you.

Go on.

Excuse me.

Um, 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?

Yep.

- 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 pickup
and return,

eighteen pounds."

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 the third?

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

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

Uh, 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.

Yep, what is it?

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?

No worries, Giles.

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...

Say less--
I'm doing my best work here.

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

What?!

Yeah, the chess piece
hasn't spoken to anyone

or used his phone.

Judith,

he's going to be with you
five, four, three...

There are you.

Um, I'm sorry?

You're Mr. Bishop,
aren't you?
Yes.

What of it?
Uh, 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, hm?

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.

Okay, team, I'm going in.

I need to give Mr. Bishop
his pen back.

All right, I'm off, then.

I'll, uh, be back
tomorrow evening.

Liz?

What?

Are you okay?

Fine.

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.

I don't feel good
about this.

No, the front entrance
is no good.

We'll never get past
the receptionist here.
I know.

Maybe we could get in
through his window.

Oh, good point--
he is on the ground floor.

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

Oh, sorry, darling, didn't
know you were in here.

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

How lovely--
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.

Boom.

Sam's old hamster cage.

Dead.

Shame.

Yeah.

You never know
what we might find.

She kept everything
in here.

Perfect!

Good old Aunt Jess.

- Everything we need.
- Thank you.

Wow, we've even got wheels.

Yes.
Perfect-- with the hat.

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!

Oh!

Hello.
Hello.

Giles Bishop, uh,
senior partner.

May I help?

I'm fine, I'm just, um,
wanted a glass of water.

Sure.
Ooh.

Coffee.
Oh.

We're on.

Right.

What's that?
Fire alarm.

Aren't we gonna clear
the building?

It's probably just a test.

Okay, everyone out the front.

There's smoke upstairs.

All right,
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.

I'm trying!

Oh, God!
What?

What if the fire
is out here?

How could the fire be out here?
Um, I don't know.

That doesn't sound
very likely, does it?
No.

Careful.

Okay.

Okay, I've found it!

It was the toaster!

Who did this?

You can all go back in now.

Now?
Fine, yeah.

Come on, everyone,
back inside.

Back to work, please.
But...

Come on in, everyone,
come inside.

Coffee.

Can somebody get me
another cup of coffee?

Thank you.

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.

Let's get some fresh air.

What a trooper.

Really taking one for the team,
Becks.

Good girl.

It's my husband.

He takes me for granted.

Right, so you
want a divorce.

Uh, well, it's just, uh,

he expects me to be his cook
and bottle washer.

And I know he's got
an important job,

but, um, well,

whenever he does anything,
he always announces it,

like he deserves a prize.

Huh.
"I've taken the bins out."

All right, wow.

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

Shoe rack?
I don't want
the shoe rack tidied.

I want the kids' bedrooms
tidied.
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?

Um, just to grumble,
really.

Thanks for listening.

I feel so much better.

What?

Did you get it?

Did we get it?
Yes!

We got it!
Whoop, whoop!

The women!
Yes!

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.

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.

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.

But 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.

Well, 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.

It's like the 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.

Oops-- sticky fingers.

Oh, this is impossible.

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

Oh, I think I've
found a shiny one.

- Hello?
- 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.

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 center now.

I just want to make sure
you were safe.

Speak later.

We're not gonna miss this,
are we?

Okay.

Secure the area--
I'm not having her get away.

Hackett, those huts
over there.

- Yes, Sergeant.
- Jason.

Check out reception.

You check out reception,
I'll check out the...

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.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You three are staying
right there.

Stay!

Who put him in charge?

Oh, no!

- Brendan!
- What you got?

Over here.

Oh, my G...

She's not the killer.

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.

A uniform just broke
the news to him

in his hotel
over 100 miles away.

Well, then...

Well, maybe he shot his wife
before he left.

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

Any other theories?

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.

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.

But his problem's with Iqbal,
not with Liz.

Why would he want
to kill her?

Wait.

Where's Judith?

Excuse me-- sorry.

Where is he?

Where have you been
this afternoon?

I asked you a question.

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

And when did that start?

At 10:00
this morning.

Since which time,
I've been in front

of at least 50 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.

Get out.

Before I call the police.

The real police.

We need to meet.

Mr. Curtis.

I'll get that.

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.

This is wrong.

I still can't believe it.

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.

She just got on
with things.

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

I'm sorry to ask,
but, um,

when did you last see her?

Yesterday.

Before I left for Nottingham.

And how was she?

I don't know.

A bit out of sorts, maybe.

In, in what way?

Distracted.

Snappy, you know?

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

It's too late now.

Do you have any idea
what was upsetting her?

These murders
really bothered her.

She's been acting
strangely withdrawn.

She'd been out of
the house a lot and...

Wouldn't tell me
what was going on.

Hey, Zeta.

Yeah.

Oh, news travels fast.

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

Zeta! No!

Look, there's no need for that.

You don't have to...

All right, well,
if you're coming home,

let me know when you land,

and I'll come and get you,
all right?

I can't wait to see you.

Yeah.

I've got to go.

Suzie.

Ah, yeah, I was just,
just checking these tires.

Ooh! They're super-fine.

This isn't a game.

Yeah, I know.

I know.

I hired three untrained
women as civilian advisers.

And they've been
getting results.

There's going
to be a fourth murder.

Promise you'll
stay away from me tonight.

What? Why?

It's Judith--
I think she's in danger.

Visit our website

for videos, newsletters,
podcasts, and more.

And join us on social media.

To order this program,
visit ShopPBS.

"Masterpiece" is available
with PBS Passport

and on Amazon Prime Video.