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There's a body in the water.

Some city fool
tried to swim across.

Got caught in the rip.

I need money.
A lot of money.

Please, Aunt Camilla.
Please help me.

Let us discuss the will.

If they must pursue
their pleasures elsewhere...

I'll see you both dead!

Every murder
has its moment of origin,

its Point Zero.

A wound.
A festering wound.

A family secret.

They found something.

Two blows to the head
with a blunt object.

You're the illegitimate
son of Sir Matthew Tressilian.

The family shame.
Sir Matthew and the maid.

We'll have to have
breakfast in here.

Dining room
is still out of bounds.

Sit here with me, Louis.

You spent the night
with Audrey?

Mr. Treves?

Where's Mr. Treves?

I've made him his French toast.

Right under my nose.

Smothered, sir.

They left the pillow,
just discarded it.

Alright.

The girl found him.

Oh, my God.

Bastards.

Time of death
between 3:00 and 5:00.

Uh, same as before--
no break-in,

windows and doors all locked.

But here's the thing.

Louis Morel--
went to ground yesterday,

this morning he's having
breakfast here.

Sir?

Find the other one.

Matthew Hutton, sir,

otherwise known as Macdonald.

- Do we let him go?
- No, doesn't rule him out.

He could be in
league with someone.

Bring him back here.

I want to make sure
the kid is...

alright.

Why?

Mr. Treves.

I-- I don't know yet.

I should want to cry, but...

I dunno.

I don't.

That's alright.

Mr. Treves
was the only one left.

Will I have to stay
with one of them?

Oh, I-I-- I don't know.

I-- I can't say, Sylvia.

I don't like them.

These people, this place.

They make my throat hurt.

I'll, um...

I'll come back
in a little while.

Um, one of you took--

Well, don't think
I won't find out.

You took the last person
that girl had in the world,

whichever one of you it is,
whoever you are.

I know him.

He's-- He's--
He's a fixer at the hotel.

Um, um, girls, boys.

He-- He offered me.

He's a good old-fashioned
criminal.

So let's do some good
old-fashioned police work.

No food, no water,

no fucking air.

I want them to suffer.

Mary.

Mary, you've got to listen
to me.

- It's Nevile.
- Thomas...

I know it is.
It's all Nevile.

Why, Thomas?

Hmm?
Answer me that-- why?

I don't know why.

Whispering, Thomas?

I was with Audrey all night.

You're each other's alibi,
are you?

You can wait in here,
Mr. Hutton.

You can't hold him
in here with us, Leach.

He's a suspect,
just like the rest of you.

What do you think
you're doing?

I'll sit where I like.

The son
of Sir Matthew Tressilian.

The illegitimate son.

But the son.

Not the nephew.

We're all equals
before the noose.

Savile Row.

Hidden in the boiler room.

The other cufflink
we found...

in Mr. Strange's jewellery box.

Niblick, jacket, cufflink

tells us Nevile Strange
did both murders.

But we know Nevile Strange
was at Easterhead

the night of Lady Tressilian's
murder.

He was, sir.

But there is the 45-minute
window in which he was not seen.

And he couldn't have
driven it in that time.

The only boat he could have
used would have been the ferry.

Ferryman's
sleeping in it again, sir.

Wife's kicked him out.

Who uses their own golf club

to commit a murder?

Hmm?

Came off in the struggle?

Might as well have left
a calling card.

When is a clue not a clue,
Miller?

When it looks like a clue.

Lady Tressilian, Mr. Treves--

what if they're not the targets
at all?

We lock up Hutton.

Mr. Treves is murdered
that very night.

Why?

To direct us to Nevile Strange.

What if this is a plot,

a plot to see
Nevile Strange hang?

The ex-wife.

The black sheep.

The put upon.

The wife.

The boyfriend.

The bastard son.

Each and every one has
a reason to hate Nevile Strange.

Your jacket
with her blood on it.

Your cufflink
at Mr. Treves' murder scene.

- What?
- Your niblick,

the murder weapon,

your fingerprints,
Mr. Strange, all over it.

What are you talking about?
What are you-- What are you s--

What are you saying?

I had no argument
with Mr. Treves.

Aunt Camilla--
she was like a mother to me.

- I could never--
- Your jacket--

She was the only mother
I ever knew.

She shielded me from my father.

Your cufflink, your niblick.

- How do you explain it?
- I don't--

I don't-- I don't know.

I--

I don't know.

Well then someone hates you,
Mr. Strange.

Someone wants to see you hang.

Nevile, say something.

For the love of God, Nevile,
stop playing the martyr.

I know it's you, Nevile.
I know it's you.

Thomas, stop it.

Don't start this madness again.

No, I know I'm not mad.
I'm not mad.

- I never have been.
- You're obsessed.

Oldest trick in the book--
accuse someone else.

I'm not, I'm not,
I'm not, I'm not,

not, not, not, not,
I'm not, I'm not!

I'm...

You know I-- I hate
to disappoint you, Thomas.

But you can ask Leach.
He'll tell you what he told me.

It was my niblick that was
used to murder my aunt,

my jacket that was worn,

my cufflink left at the scene
of Mr. Treves' murder.

Now, someone in this room

is trying to pin
this horror on me.

Thomas.

Thomas Royde.

The letters he wrote me.

Some of them were
pages and pages about Nevile.

His grievances and jealousy.

I felt for him.

But I see it now
for what it was.

An obsession.

I encouraged him to come here.

I wanted so much to meet him.

You wrote your own
letters about Nevile Strange.

And, indeed,
about Lady Tressilian.

"Nevile Strange--

he thinks he's already
the Lord and Master.

Not ashamed to admit it,
today I wished him dead."

Quite a few pages of this, too.

You came here by air,
Mr. Royde.

A man on the brink
of bankruptcy.

Quite an extravagance.

I couldn't sit on a boat
for 30 days.

I'd have lost my mind.

By air, it was a mere eight.

Bringing you here on the exact
same day Nevile Strange arrived.

Nevile Strange bullied you
remorselessly as a child,

made your life misery.

Money and hate.

Lady Tressilian, Nevile Strange.

Manipulation and deceit.

They all meet in you, Mr. Royde.

Tell me you don't believe him.

You can't believe him.

This fantasy that someone else
was wearing his clothes.

If Mr. Strange did all this,

he left quite the trail
of carelessness.

No, no, no,
it's not a question of that.

it's a question of arrogance.

He expects to get away with it.

Of course he does.

He killed a young boy.

He killed him.

And what happened?
The world smiled on him.

The night of your aunt's murder,

Mr. Strange was
at the Easterhead Bay Hotel.

We have several
witnesses who put him there.

Audrey Strange has stated

that, at the time
of Mr. Treves' murder,

Nevile Strange was with her.

Just arrest me now.

Arrest me.

One way or another,
I'll hang for him.

So just hang me now.

Thomas thinks
that I stole Audrey from him.

So he'll say anything
against me.

But what Thomas leaves
out in his telling of this--

this very sad and sorry tale

is that my aunt and I

did right
by Peter James' family.

I stood up and owned it.

Look, it was just--
it was a stupid--

a stupid game gone wrong,

a mistake I've lived with
all my life.

And what it did to Audrey...

What it did to her?

She had no one.

I mean, God knows
what would have happened to her

at some... corrective school.

Look, none of this has got
anything to do with Audrey.

None of it.

Peter James.

What's Thomas been saying?

He's always hated Nevile.

He says Nevile Strange
got away with murder.

Peter James.
Tell me the truth.

Mm.

It was an, um...

It was a terrible accident.

Blubbing won't bring him back.

Mr. Strange suggests
it unbalanced you.

And this was supposed to be
their honeymoon, wasn't it?

What on earth are you doing
on your ex-husband's honeymoon?

Audrey Strange.

What else do we know about her?

Mother and father
are part of the travelling set.

Globe-trotters,
pleasure-seekers.

- The idle rich.
-What happened to them?

Plane crash in Kenya.

She was 11.

Cooper, bring me
whatever scent she wears.

Sir.

Sir.

Mm.

Residue, sir, here and here.

Helmet.

Where the wrists...

sink in.

Audrey Strange,
your face powder.

Can you show it to us?

- My compact?
- Mm-hmm.

Um...

I lost it yesterday.

No, the day before yesterday.

You lost it the day
of Lady Tressilian's murder?

Miller, have the men
look for a compact.

Yes, sir.

Gold, round.

It has my monogram on it.

And my mother's,
on the inside-- "BM."

She was looking
for it that night.

But of course
she couldn't find it

because she was too busy
seducing my husband.

What do you mean
by all this, Leach?

Oh!

Oh! It is-- It's her!

She did it.
And they've got her.

You shut your fucking mouth,
Kay.

Sit down!

All of you.

Miss Strange.

The evidence against you,
Miss Strange.

The pillow that was used
to smother Mr. Treves

now bears the residue
of your scent.

And your makeup, we believe,

on the lapels
of Nevile Strange's jacket.

You have nothing to say?

It's not me you should
be questioning, Inspector.

It's him. Nevile.

You've stated
you're his alibi for Mr. Treves.

I woke, um...

Yes, I woke at 4:00,
I think it was, and he was gone.

Miss Strange, if you're telling
me you provided a false alibi,

that's perverting
the course of justice.

The evidence against Audrey--
I'd like to see it.

You're not police, Mr. Strange.

It can't possibly be her.

She says she woke
in the night to find you gone.

No, that's madness.

No, we were together all night.

What is she saying?

Why-- Why is she--
Why is she doing this.

You're like a pair of children.

You people, you think
the world is your playground.

You think a murder
investigation's a sandpit?

It was my aunt, Inspector.

Now, I don't know
what Audrey is playing at,

but we were together all night.

I'll vouch for her,
even if she won't for me.

He says, she says.

And all this
could hang either of them.

- Or both.
- Or neither.

Evidence is blurred.
It'd confuse a jury.

The two of them together?

She kills Lady Tressilian
while he's at Easterhead,

he kills Mr. Treves,
and she's his alibi.

And blame each other
with no way of proving it?

- One's word against the other's.
- Yes, but to what end?

I'm going to the sea.
I may be some time.

Fuck!

You shouldn't swear,
Mr. Leach!

Does no one
ever look after this child?

Sylvia!
Please come down now!

You shouldn't be on the rocks!
It's not safe!

I'm alright!
You're the one who falls in!

Sorry, what--
what are you doing?

- It's stuck!
-Yes.

What do you want with it anyway?
You don't know where it's been.

Please come down.
Come on.

Let's go and see if Barrett's
got some... cake.

It's so boring in there!

Please don't make me
go back in there!

I know, I know, and I'm sorry,

but I can't leave you
up here on your own.

Thank you.

Louis Morel.
We spoke to the ferryman.

Good.
Good work, Miller.

- Has the compact been found?
- No, sir.

I'm starting again, Miller.

I'm turning it upside down.

Dumped off a fishing boat?
Flotsam, jetsam?

Or is it how they got in?

All windows and doors locked

Mrs. Barrett, drugged,
bell disabled.

The inside job.

Turn it upside down.

An outside job.

They got in... there.

The broken parapet.

This is why Mrs. Barrett
was drugged.

It wasn't about being disturbed.

This is how they got in
and out.

Right next to her room.

We know it couldn't
have been Nevile Strange.

The 45-minute window.

But we don't have a window
for Louis Morel.

- No one saw him all night.
- No. No, he has no alibi.

So it is possible
that Louis Morel,

Kay Strange, and Matthew Hutton
are working together.

They would have needed access
to Barrett's senna and the bell.

Hutton
could have provided that.

This way, he gets a share.

Kay Strange and Louis Morel.

Let's give them a stir.

Kay Elliot, as was.

Theft, fraud,

and aiding and abetting
Louis Morel.

You're a pair of grifters,
aren't you?

The long game
for the wife's inheritance.

Marry him, kill the Lady,

eliminate the lawyer,
inherit the fortune.

You followed them
down to the South of France.

You planted your compact
in his car

so that you could
get the divorce,

get into his life,

and into this house.

I never would have put it
in his car.

I didn't want him to leave her
because I trapped him.

I wanted him to leave her
because he wanted me.

He was your mark,

but you fell in love with him.

And he went back to her.

They humiliated you.

So perhaps this is your revenge.

You and Kay Strange,
both in your different ways,

inserted yourselves
into Nevile Strange's life,

where you arrived
at an understanding--

to kill Lady Tressilian,
frame Nevile Strange,

and split the inheritance
with Mr. Morel.

Your charge sheet, Mr. Hutton...

Nine-month stretch at
Armley for assault and battery,

a history of violence.

You're the hired muscle.

No.

Then why did you come here?

I don't know.

I don't know
what I thought I'd do.

My mother was a 16-year-old
scullery maid

seduced by the Lord and master.

And Lady Tressilian
sent her away,

the girl he ruined...

...away from her family,

from her home,

for this family's good name.

I've done things,

I've hurt people.

But I'd die before I raised
my hand to a woman.

On my mother's soul,
I swear I never hurt the Lady.

I could feed the chickens.

Inspector Leach said
you're to stay here with me.

You heard him.

What are you doing down there?

I'm not a delinquent.

Where did you find this?

Show me.

This belongs to Audrey Strange.

It-- It was in here?
You're sure?

The compact
belonging to Audrey Strange,

claimed lost...

...but Sylvia
found it this morning

in Audrey Strange's
vanity case.

Why claim she lost it

if it was in her case
all that time?

If it was
in her case all that time...

...someone took it
and someone put it back.

We're going to have to start
all over again.

Right. Back to it.

Mrs. Barrett,
would you have an aspirin?

Maybe a cup of tea
if there's one in the pot?

Thank you.

Just a splash of milk.

Thank you.

That's my son.

I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.

Battle of Morval.

Hardly been there a minute.

I led them.

Led them into the guns and...

watched them drop around me.

Better men than me.

Now I walk the Earth
in their place.

D'you think if you'd died,
my boy would have lived?

Or any of them?

I'm luckier than most.

Lady Tressilian took me back.

And I've had Mr. Nevile.

He's been a comfort to me
his whole life.

He's never out of the papers.

"Gold digger gets her man."

She knew
what she was doing.

She knew it was the only way
she'd get him,

the only way Audrey
would get a divorce.

Oh, don't they
look well together.

Mind, they used to frighten me,
the way they'd fight.

"Nevile Strange's
400 Yard Sprint."

He's a swimmer.

Thank you for the tea
and aspirin, Mrs. Barrett.

Leach?

What are you doing?

I'm like you, Mr. Strange.
Can't bear to be idle.

We are waiting
on the criminalistics.

Case like this, with so many
conflicting testimonies,

we rely on the science now.

But you're--
you're making progress still?

Oh, don't you worry.
We're, uh, closing in.

Solid forehand you've got there.

Police Cadets Champion, 1919.

It seemed utterly meaningless,

but, uh,
it was considered therapeutic.

Mm.
Well, it's good for the soul.

Sir.

The laboratory says
it's at least another two hours.

Nothing to do but wait.

Miller, um, take Mr. Strange
inside, would you?

Unless...

Game.

Yes, that's alright, Cooper.

Bring them in.
Let them watch.

Only fair
they should get out, too.

Ready, Mr. Strange?

Out.

Out.

Out. Game, Leach.

I think you're letting me win.
It's very sporting of you.

Bad shoulder, Mr. Strange?

How did you come by that?

Mercy.
Mercy, Mr. Strange.

Ah.

Thank you.

Thank you, Bee.

You always know
what I need before I do.

Like a mother to you.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Cooper,
bring out Audrey Strange.

Your serve, Mr. Strange.

What?

I thought for a moment

you were both leading me
a merry old dance.

And then I realised.

It's not a dance, is it?

It's a game.

I learnt something today.

Nevile Strange,
the gentleman sportsman,

can't abide to lose.

In life, in love.

It's all a game to you,
isn't it, Mr. Strange?

It was a game
that killed Peter James.

Thomas Royde swears you
killed Peter James deliberately.

But Audrey Strange told the
coroner that it was an accident.

All these years,
she's kept faith with you.

Until today.

I know now what I saw.

Doubt.

Thomas Royde.

You made everyone believe
that he was the liar.

Drove him half out of his mind.

You watched him suffer
like an animal in a trap.

Are we playing, Leach?

I lead two games to one.

One minute, Mr. Strange.

Inspector! Inspector!

Evidence back from the lab.

The compact, sir,
belonging to Audrey Strange.

Laboratory confirms
it matches the powder

on Nevile Strange's jacket.

And a fingerprint, sir,
belonging to Nevile Strange.

Thank you, Miller.

Audrey Strange
didn't lose her compact.

You took it.

It wasn't the gold digger
that planted the compact

in your car,
was it, Mr. Strange?

It was Audrey Strange.

Proof of your infidelity.

I have never been unfaithful
to Audrey.

The only way
she could get her divorce

after you betrayed
her with another woman.

She exposed you,

showed the world
who you really are--

Nevile Strange,
the gentleman sportsman,

a liar and a philanderer.

Mrs. Strange, you are
granted your Decree Nisi.

Here it is, the Point Zero,

the moment the murder
is seeded.

You laid your trap,
married Kay...

...and drew Audrey back to you,

back to the place
you fell in love.

Gull's Point--
it's a change of plans.

We will be there in August,
Kay and I.

- Kiss me.
-You seduced her

even as you plotted
to destroy her.

You wanted her tried in public,
as you'd been,

hanged for crimes
she didn't commit--

the murder of Lady Tressilian
and Mr. Treves

and the attempted murder
of Nevile Strange.

The double frame.

You framed yourself
to frame her.

You managed
everything to perfection.

You sent Barrett upstairs
to see Lady Tressilian

to check on her.

Poor Aunt Camilla.

I mean, she's not well enough
for this mayhem.

I'll just go up
and see she's alright.

Mm.

You drugged Barrett

so that she wouldn't hear
any of what's to come.

You put Veronal
in her senna brew.

You then disable
Lady Tressilian's bell

throughout the house
so that you know

you won't be disturbed
by anyone...

...so you could prepare
the scene,

hide the weapon,
and put out the rope.

And then you drive
to Easterhead.

Bar.

You made
sure you were noticed.

What on earth are you
talking about, Leach?

You designed this plan
around an impossibility--

Easterhead.

The 45-minute window.
Couldn't have driven it.

There are no boats
between here and Plymouth.

There's no other way across.

No.
And you can't swim it, so...

Can't you?

Dangerous, yes.

But if you've swum it
your whole life,

if you know
the currents and the rips...

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Strange.

I can't swim it.

But you can.

You swim the rip.

You climb the rope.

And then the moment has come.

You put Audrey's makeup
on your lapels,

her makeup and her hair
on your bloodied jacket.

Poetic justice?
Is that it?

She gets you with Kay's compact,
now you get her with hers?

You know, I think I've
run you too hard, Inspector.

It's simply not possible.

Because you're forgetting

that I would have
had to have swum back.

Now, once I might believe,
but twice?

Yes.

Yes, no one could survive that.

Exhausted and in shock.

And you hurt your shoulder
on the way over.

You'd have to be more
than an athlete to survive that.

You would have to be a god.

But that's what you think
you are, isn't it?

You hid the compact
in the vanity-- brilliant.

But you threw the rope
in the sea.

You thought the rip
would carry it out and away.

But the sea
brought the rope back.

Because you're not a god.

And Mr. Treves.

Of course,
you didn't plan to kill him.

But we wrongly arrested
Matthew Hutton

for Lady Tressilian's murder.

So you killed Mr. Treves
to direct us back to the frame,

to Audrey Strange.

The aunt who nurtured you,

your guardian, Mr. Treves,

and Audrey Strange.

Is there anyone you won't
destroy, Mr. Strange?

No jury will ever convict me.

I'm Nevile Strange.

You'll see me hang?!

You'll have me hang?!

You killed me when you left me.

You killed me with every--
every woman you touched,

every piece of trash
you insulted me with!

Did you think I'd just take it?

Did you think I'd just take it?

Look, you divorced me.

You divorced me.

In front of the world,
you divorced me!

And you'll have me hang
for it?!

What is this madness?

Oh, my God.

What have you done?!

No, we-- we swore.
You swore.

You and I, never apart.

We swore, and then you left me!

Who are you?

Alright, Leach.

I confess.

Now you live without me.

When do you sail?

Three days.

Business in London first.

What will you do?
Have you decided?

I am going to travel.

Now that I have some money
put by, I'm--

I'm going to take
the Blue Train...

and the Orient Express.

I'll write.

My mother
used to talk of Saltcreek.

I wanted to see it,
where she grew up.

I just...

I just wanted
to be near her again.

Mm.
You came here for love.

You don't still love him?

Well, it wasn't--
it wasn't love.

Really, it was...

starvation.

Where will you go?

Anywhere.

Will he be hanged?

Yes.

Is it my fault?

No.

What will happen now?
Will I go to an orphanage?

No.

Can I stay with you?

Yes.

The thing is...

I am not very good
at looking after myself.

So maybe Mrs. Barrett
will help us.

♪ I could sing a new song ♪

♪ Never sing a blue song ♪

♪ Everything depends on you ♪

♪ It all depends
on just you, dear ♪

♪ I could end my story ♪

♪ In a blaze of glory ♪

♪ Everything ♪

♪ Depends on you ♪