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We're so excited.

I can't tell you.

This one hadn't even
started school when

I put my name on the list.

Well, those who wait.

You bagged a good one, too,
one of the larger plots.

Graham ran it before.

His was the envy of the lots.

This way.

Fertile soil.

You see?

Kudos on your sales pitch.

This is--

Unbelievably shit.

Argh.

You know they hire
machines for this?

Ah, stop complaining.

It's character building.

If you're building a
character with a crooked back.

Mum, look.

Some clothes in the ground.

What is it?

What treasure have you found?

We'll need to take
fingerprints and DNA

for elimination purposes.

Did either of you
touch the remains?

No.

Mum called the
police straight away.

I should have seen the signs.

It's obvious now.

The lack of couch grass, the
proliferation of brambles,

the low numbers of taraxacum.

Biological remains
increase pH and salt

levels, which kills
off vegetation,

duly encouraging toxins.

The wet, fertile
soil accelerates

decomposition rates.

Ah.

Mum's a botany expert.

Oh, well, botanical
horticulturalist.

Yeah, but he
was looking at you

like you put the bones there
to see what would happen.

I'm betting my house that's
who it turns out to be.

Doherty.
First name?

Graham.

Graham Doherty,
previous plot owner.

He hasn't responded to my
calls or emails for months.

And do you know how hard it
is to get a plot up here?

I have a waiting list
as long as my arm.

Just to be clear--

What I always say.

Best way to move
up that list, knock

off one of the plot holders.

The trays.

Max, stay on the trays.

Poor chap.

Close-range gunshot to
the front of the skull.

Exit hole at the rear.

We haven't found a bullet,
so maybe not killed here.

You were right
about it being male.

What was your tell?

The ilium, the pubic
arch, pelvic brim?

He was wearing a tie.

Has he been here long?

It's hard to be exact.

The wet, fertile
soil accelerates

decomposition rates.

Uh, yes.

The date of burial will
be difficult to work out.

And there's too much bacterial
contamination of DNA.

And forensic traces have
most likely degraded,

but we're taking samples.

We've got a find.

One minute.

There.

This is chest pocket?

Yeah.

A wallet.

Antony Paulson,
Whistler Tower SW10.

Well, Mr. Paulson, let's
see if we can find out how

you ended up here, shall we?

Oh.

Amber?

Who's Amber?

What?

I'm a detective,
naturally observant.

Oh, is that it?

Well?

Don't laugh.

I've signed up
to a dating site.

Why would I laugh at that?

That's brilliant.

It was peer pressure.

My aunt badgered me into it.

God forbid I should be
allowed to like things

the way they are.

That's how we met.

Ants was Royal Artillery.

I was Catering Corps.

Are you sure it's him?

We've yet to make a
formal identification.

But we found Mr. Paulson's
wallet on the body.

Oh, god.

I'm sorry, but
we have to ask.

When did you last see Antony?

Oh, not for a while.

We broke up.

It must be February last year.

We had a blazing row,
and he packed his bags.

Did you keep in touch?

No.

I haven't seen him since.

What was the row about?

Oh, something, nothing.

We both said the wrong things.

Was Antony involved
in any criminal activity

that you know of?

Not while we were together.

But after, when he
was on the streets.

He was sleeping rough?

Actually, that's the
last time I saw him.

A couple of weeks
after he moved out,

a mate said he saw Ants
down by Chelsea Bridge.

I went down there.

I told him he could
move back in here

until he got back on his feet.

This was March, yes?

I went back about a
month later to try again,

but they said he'd moved on.

Did they say where he went?

He talked about having some
farm work lined up in Kent,

so I assumed he was there.

This past year, whenever
I've thought of him,

I've pictured him on a farm,
working in the open air,

healthy, happy.

Oh, god!

Better than the reality, eh?

Are you sure?

These are not the
remains of Antony Paulson.

But the wallet?

According to Paulson's army
medical records, in 2016,

he was injured in a car
bomb explosion in Kabul.

Fractured his arm, dislocated
hip, four broken ribs,

and shrapnel shattered
his left tibia,

requiring a titanium rod.

Unequivocally, this is not him.

Male, ,
30 to 50 years old.

Not at all per likeness.

Could it be the plot
holder, Graham Doherty?

No, Connor's tracked
him down alive and well

and living in Ireland.

Oh.

Ashley, once we
have a likeness,

we'll put out an appeal.

This should help ID him.

I matched the clothes to
those the victim was wearing.

I can see why you'd
think he was homeless.

I have that jacket.

It's a bit '90s.

When did you buy yours?

Well, that's
hardly the point.

You know, around '97.

Hello.

Hi.

Ms. Chambers.

I've raised a bloody magpie.

I'm so ashamed.

I caught him trying
to sell it on eBay.

I'm not sure why he
thought a rusty old pin

would be worth anything.

Where did your son find this?

Well, he took it off
the body, off the clothes.

I had no idea.

I am so sorry.

Right.

This is useful.

Thank you.

Hey.

Mr. Doherty, you moved
back to Ireland last October?

Yeah, well, my life kind
of imploded overnight.

My father had a heart attack.

And my mother needed help.

So I uprooted back here.

Is that a bit of an accent
I detect there, DS Walsh?

We're not chatting over a
pint in Grogan's, Mr. Doherty.

This is a murder investigation.

And you have not supplied
an adequate explanation

as to why you failed to
let the council or anyone

else know that you had moved.

Well, I-- I didn't
want to lose my plot.

God forbid.

Do you know how
hard it is to get one?

There's a waiting list
of over five years.

By any chance,
Mr. Doherty, do

you have access to a firearm?

No, of course not.

When was the last time
you tended to your plot,

specifically the area where
the remains were excavated?

Well, not in a while.

And can I-- can I just
offer an explanation?

There's plenty of rivalry
at this allotment.

A couple of years ago,
some gobshite stripped

all of my tomato plants.

We'd like to speak
further, Mr. Doherty.

Would you be willing to
come in for an interview?

Yeah, of course.

Thank you.

We'll be in touch.

So we're looking for
some Monty Don driven

to murder over tomatoes?

Our priority is
to ID our victim.

We know he isn't
Antony Paulson.

But maybe our victim knew him.

He had his wallet on him.

So let's look into Paulson's
family and friends.

Yeah, from Paulson's mail, he
was on Jobseeker's Allowance.

But April last
year his benefits

were frozen after he failed to
turn up to two job interviews.

The thing is, he didn't
contest the claim

and there's been
no contact since.

Is it possible
Paulson's our killer?

He dumped the body and fled?

Possible.

Anything from Missing Persons?

No matches.

I'm up to April.

A more accurate time
scale would help.

I was thinking the US flag pin.

On the off chance, I
checked with the US embassy,

hoping they had missing
US nationals that matched

the description, but no luck.

Keep looking into
Missing Persons.

We'll keep looking
at the timelines.

It's a good idea, though, Jess.

Jess?

What?

Victim robs Paulson,
steals his wallet.

Paulson tracks his
attacker, shoots him.

Go on.

Paulson doesn't have
a firearms license.

He's ex-Army.

Details, TBD.

But after Paulson
buries the body,

not realizing his
stolen wallet is still

inside the dead man's pocket.

Sloppy.

He panics.

He'd still pat
him down first.

Not necessarily.

I'd check his pockets
before I dug a big hole.

Well, that's good to know.

I loathe this time of year.

Appraisals.

The only person who looks
forward to them is Jess.

It's true.

I don't mind them.

She keeps a spreadsheet,
two columns listing

everyone's pros and cons.

You don't.

Of course not.

But nobody would
be surprised.

I'll add that to
your cons, Connor.

I try not to
think about mine.

When are you doing them?

When I get to them.

So last minute, as per?

Ooh.

No, all I meant was it's--

Okay.

Well, as we're discussing,
this is a good time

to remind you that, unnecessary
as I think they are,

appraisals are a
good opportunity

for positive,
constructive feedback.

But they are not open season to
pass comment on my dress sense,

time keeping, and
communication skills.

You don't have to make
it so obvious you mean me.

JG73UHD.

Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

Yes.

JG73 Under Hand Deal.

Oh, for goodness sakes.

Not now, Astrid.
Not now.

Ga--

Go-- Go-- Go In 23
Under Hand Deal.

Go-- Go?

GI23UHD.

Hello?

Hi, Max.

It's Amber.

Have you forgotten?

No.

No, I haven't forgotten.

In fact, I'm on my way now.

Oh, great.
I'll see you soon then.

See you there.

"Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The Killers.

Okay, "Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The Killers.

"Shawshank Redemption,"
"Barbie" movie, The Killers.

Oh, God.

"Shawshank," "Barbie," Killers.

Oh.

Max.

My date left before
the main course,

probably because she
was too polite to leave

during the starter.

Have you eaten?

A doggy bag.

What do we call this?

Max's scraps.

Some things never change.

Yeah, like me being late.

My date wasn't impressed.

That is amazing.

Anything to give
him back his name.

Oh, they're the hardest.

A whole life reduced to bones.

Is it wrong that
I prefer them?

It's easier separating
the body from the person

when the person
is already gone.

The ones that look
like they're sleeping,

they never leave you.

Don't shake them.

Sorry.

Are these from the scene?

Soil samples, plants,
bamboo cuttings.

I was hoping they'll give us a
better understanding of when he

was buried, and to
narrow down the dates

we're looking at for
a missing person.

But I'm in the queue for one
of two forensic botanists

on the force's payroll.

Did you take the
box marked Urgent?

What cases that require
a forensic botanist

aren't urgent?

Hey, guys!

Oh.

We interrupting anything good?

Oh, just the
latest from Taylor.

It's good to see you
again, DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

Well, thanks for
agreeing to take a look.

Chemical analysis
of the plant and soil

samples taken at the scene.

We're hoping the data
will help us better predict

when the body was buried.

The abundance of methane
and hydrogen sulfide.

The ammonia in the
surrounding soil samples.

Human remains don't
make good compost.

Biological decay
toxifies the soil.

But to see it like this in a
real life case is wonderful.

You can help?

Do bugs shit in the soil?

The answer is yes.

Yes, they do.

Give me a few minutes,
just to take a look.

Told you she'd be useful.

That's why we're here,
purely scientific?

Yes.

You didn't notice
any of that?

Any of what?

What?

I can't deduce anything
from the soil or seed samples.

If I could get my hands on them
to run some tests of my own--

Oh, thank you
for taking a look.

But the brambles, whoever
thought to take cuttings

was a smart cookie.

They are perfect chronometers.

We think of
brambles as chaotic,

but their growth pattern is
cyclical, very organized.

It makes them easy to predict.

So we just work backwards to
when the seeds first took root.

When the soil was disturbed.

Exactly.

October.

The body was
buried in October?

Early October if you
put a gun to my head.

Oh, sorry, this man
had a gun to his--

anyway.

I hope it helps.

It's brilliant.

Really, thank you.

I'll, uh, phone it in.

Thank you, Ms. Chambers.

Happy to help.

I should, um--

A drink sometime?

Did you--

A drink would be great.

Yes?

Same me-- ah, too.

Me too.

Oh, DI Arnold.

Thank you.

Max, I have a
short list of five

from Missing
Persons from October

that match the description.

Well, Ashley just sent
a printout of the image

for the appeal.

No.

Hang on.

I think we found him.

Jerome Singer, 40
years old, reported

missing on the 23rd
of October last

year by his daughter, Melica.

Jerome didn't
really keep in touch.

He only resurfaced once
a year on Mel's birthday.

He usually took me out
somewhere, a pizza, a coffee.

When's your birthday?

22nd of October.

So last year, when
he didn't show up,

you called the
police the next day?

You did what?

Not like they did anything.

Did Jerome ever mention
these names to you?

Antony Paulson, Graham Doherty.

No.

No, I don't know these names.

Who are they?

Jerome had Paulson's
wallet on his person

when he was found.

Oh, god.

All I could ever
get out of him

was that he was a bouncer
at some nightclub.

He signed up to some
agency, Black River--

Black River Securities.

Private security.

Do you know the
name of the nightclub?

No, I never asked.

Army dental records confirmed
our victim is Jerome Singer.

40 years old, born in Hastings,
joined the army at 18.

Desert rat in Afghanistan.

Divorced, one daughter.

Singer's flat is immaculate.

So either he forgot to
cancel his cleaner or--

His neighbor, Mrs.
Johnson, was adamant

that on numerous occasions
over the last few months,

she has seen Jerome
Singer go into his flat.

When we pointed out
why that was impossible,

she suggested it may
have been his ghost.

Back from the grave
to clean his fridge?

So someone's gone
to great lengths

to make it look like
Singer is still alive.

According to his phone
records, all activity ceased

on October the 7th last year.

Goodbye ping was in
Chelsea in the Kings

Road-Flood Street area.

Any news on the nightclub
where Singer worked?

No, but I'm looking into the
agency, Black River Securities.

Well, someone killed
Singer, likely early October,

but we don't know where.

And buried with Paulson's
wallet in his pocket.

I want to speak to the
previous plot holder

again and see if he can
fill some of the gaps.

Do we have an ETA
on Graham Doherty?

I spoke to him this morning.

He says he's having
trouble getting a flight.

Oh, is he now?

So, Ambassador, what else is
on my list that I haven't done?

Transport.

You need to arrange
the transport.

And all the-- the
presentations.

Sophia, would you
help him with that?

Yes.

I'll allocate it
to a speechwriter.

Joke, that.

When you say transport,
what kind of transport

are you thinking?

Nicholas.

Say again?

What-- hold on.

Wait, wait, Nicholas, why are
you bothering me with this?

Yes.

Of course, I
remember who he is.

Okay, great.

Thanks.

Ooh, thank you.

What's that?

It's probably nothing.

I had an altercation
with a car.

And then when I got home--

Well, what?

I think someone's
been in my houseboat.

That's serious.

Well, there's no actual
signs of a break-in.

The doors and
windows are locked.

But the blind on my board
wasn't all the way down.

I always pull it
all the way down.

Is it possible you forgot?

Have you spoken
to your neighbors,

asked if they saw anyone?

What?

Are you worried?

About your appraisal?

No.

Why?

What have you heard?

I just-- you know?

You.

No, you're winding me up.

I had you worried.

Nothing to be worried about.

Aha.

Max, you'll want to see this,
Jerome Singer's text history.

October 15, a week after
his phone was turned off,

the carrier logged an incoming
text from his daughter, Melica.

"Hey, Dad.

So I didn't see
you on the news.

Did it go okay?"

On the news?

Melica, we'd like
you to explain

this text you sent your
father on the 15th of October.

Mel?

I wasn't trying to hide it.

I just didn't know if I
was allowed to tell you.

Tell us what?

I-- I think he was
mixed up in something

to do with his work.

Something he said in a message.

You mean his work
at the nightclub?

No.

That's just what he told us.

He wasn't a bouncer.

He made me promise not to
tell anyone, not even Mum.

God, what was he up to?

That's the
American ambassador.

Two weeks before, he
sent this voice message.

I didn't think anything
of it, but now.

After that, all my
messages went unread.

I thought he was off doing some
top secret "James Bond" shit.

I mean, stuff.

Okay.

This is the tail end of
Jerome Singer's final

message to his daughter,
Melica, on the 5th

of October last year.

So two days before his
phone sent its last ping.

Yeah.

I promise we'll spend
more time together

once this is all finished.

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've-- I've convinced
him to make things right.

I'm meeting him in
a couple of days.

You'll probably hear
about it on the news.

I hope you forgive me.

I love you, kiddo.

I'll see you.

Marty.

Who is he talking about?

Well, we know Singer
works security

for the American ambassador.

Let's see if we can find a
list of US embassy staff.

He might be a colleague
from Black River Securities.

No, they're a dead end.

No website, no social media
presence, no tax returns.

Sounds very hush-hush.

"James Bond" shit.

Ambassador, your car is here.

Thank you, April.

The US embassy supplied a staff
list to the Foreign Office.

Possible hits for our Marty,
three Martins and a Martinez.

They're sending
further details.

But the FCDO have advised
us to "tread carefully."

They've requested a copy of
all we have and will advise

further action within 14 days.

Right.

Well, they're not
gonna like this.

October the 7th, the day
Singer's phone was turned off,

I went back through
our findings, comparing

them against that date.

And in the phone logs for our
plot holder, Graham Doherty,

a call to his mobile at
21:32 from a number listed

on the P&C Services database.

He got a call
from the police?

Nope.

Number is a diplomatic flag,
the American ambassador's

private residence.

What do we do?

Call the Garda in Dublin.

Get them to drive Mr.
Doherty to the airport

and stick him on a plane.

Couldn't I have gone back to
the hotel to freshen up first?

You've flown in from
Dublin, Mr. Doherty.

I've had longer Tube journeys.

Did you know Jerome Singer?

Who?

The remains
buried at your plot

have been identified
as Jerome Singer.

On the evening of the
7th of October last year,

you received a
phone call at 9:32

PM from a number registered to
the US ambassador's residence.

Who did you speak to?

Emily Morgan?

No.

You didn't ask who?

She's the US ambassador.

I didn't know that.

DS Walsh, did you know that?

What can I say?

I keep up with the news.

So who did you speak to?

Marty?

Mr. Doherty, can you
identify Marty for us?

I don't know why that
call is listed there.

I mean, that must be a
wrong number, a misdial.

We hear that quite a lot.

And I have no idea
how some homeless guy

ended up on my allotment.

Did you receive a
phone call from a number

registered to the
US ambassador's

residence, yes or no?

Look, this wasn't a misdial.

Who did you speak to?

No one.

"Some homeless guy."

Who did you mean,
some homeless guy?

What-- the--
this Singer fella.

But he's not homeless.

Did you mean Antony Paulson?

No.

There it is again.

You didn't ask who?

Do you know what
happened to him?

You know.

I'd like a solicitor.

Search.

Oh, thank you.

Birds are circling, means
there's a dead bird nearby.

Did you know when
birds are in trouble,

they emit a pheromone and
other birds come to check?

My da, when I was
five, he killed a bird,

and all the other birds
came to the garden.

That's wasps.

What's wasps?

When wasps are
in danger, they

emit a pheromone to the nest.

Wasps don't have noses.

Wasps have noses.

It is wasps.

God, I've told that
bird story to quite

a few people over the years.

Spread the search until we
the fragments so we

can try and get a clear date.

Yeah.

All right, thank you.

These are traumatic breaks.

They're not natural.

He was in the ground a while.

If the earth was pressed down,
if people were walking above?

Or from the excavation?

There are not
from the excavation.

Well--

Don't touch.

Ashley, have I done
something to upset you?

I don't know, Max.

Would you like to show all
of my outstanding casework

to passers by on the
street, get their take?

Oh, that.

Yes, that.

Did you have a nice
trip to the Gardens?

Rose works there.

What, in the gift shop?

He said you were okay
with it.

Kick a man when he's down.

Look, Rose works as a botanist.

And she was useful.

I thought it was helpful.

Okay.

You're forgiven.

You're right, these
aren't natural.

Neither is the titanium
rod in his tibia.

It's Antony Paulson.

Yes.

But these breakages are
more recent, a year old.

Traumatic injuries caused
by blunt force trauma

shortly before he died.

He'd been buried 12
months, March 24.

But by all means, Max,
check with your botanist.

It's only a matter
of time before we

find a connection between
you and Antony Paulson

and you and Jerome Singer.

I don't know anything about--

Mr. Doherty.

No comment.

This is a
satellite photograph

of your plot taken in July
last year, when you said

you were still tending it.

Of interest is this
area where we recovered

the remains of Antony Paulson.

We believe he had been
buried there in March.

Rest of the plot is in use, but
you've left this area alone.

Why?

No comment.

You must be kicking yourself.

If you hadn't
abandoned your plot,

it would never have
been taken off you.

And we would never have found
the two bodies you buried.

I didn't bury them.

All I did was hand
over the key code.

The key code to
the allotment gate?

No comment.

That was the purpose of
the phone call on October 7

last year.

Someone phoned you from the
US ambassador's residence

and requested that key code.

I'd like a moment
with my client.

Can I help?

Detective
Inspector Max Arnold.

Detective Sergeant Layla
Walsh, Chelsea Police.

We're here to speak
to Ambassador Morgan.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but if she's
busy, we can wait.

It's all right.

Sophia, take him through.

Scared we're gonna gatecrash
the ambassador's party?

Her next availability
is Thursday, 2:00 PM.

It's okay, we'll wait.

I could quote the 1961
Vienna Convention on diplomatic

relations in full, the, uh--
the inviolability of diplomatic

agents, et cetera.

But the abridged version,
Detective Sergeant Walsh?

Is you need to make
an appointment.

The CPS legal
guidance on consular

involvement in criminal
investigations, 2022, I think.

"Inviolability, except in
the case of a grave crime."

And this is that exception.

So either we speak
to her now or you

and I can continue
this to and fro

back at my station, Mister--?

I'll see if she's free.

Thank you.

Well, aren't you
full of surprises?

Then the red velvet with
the cream cheese frosting?

That would be really nice.

Yeah.

Ambassador, DI
Arnold, DS Walsh.

Emily Morgan.

Welcome.

Sophia, that's all for now.

Thank you.

Cake.

This is what your
aide thought was

more important than
speaking to the police?

Well, the
difference, DI Arnold,

is that the baker
had an appointment.

Nicholas, no need
for discourtesy.

I apologize.

Sincerely.

I know he doesn't
sound sincere.

Washington does that to you.

Thank you, Nicholas.

Now, how can I
be of assistance?

We're here to ask some
questions about Jerome Singer.

Such awful news.

My thoughts and prayers
go out to his family.

How well did you know Jerome?

Well, he was part
of my security detail.

How long for?

He joined our team at
the start of last year

until around
September, I think.

I'll get Nicholas to
send you the dates.

Do you know this
man, Antony Paulson?

No.

Jerome Singer had Paulson's
wallet on his person

when his body was found.

And today, we dug
up Mr. Paulson's body

from the same plot where Jerome
Singer's remains were found.

Oh, god.

The allotment belonged
to one Graham Doherty.

Do you know him?
- No.

On the evening of the
7th of October last year,

the day we believe that
Jerome Singer was killed,

a phone call was made to Mr.
Doherty's mobile from a number

registered to this residence.

We'll look into it.

We're also tracking
down someone called Marty.

Do you have anyone on
your staff by that name?

No.

Ambassador.

Detectives, a
pleasure to meet you.

To reiterate, my embassy
offers its full cooperation.

Please, use my direct email
if it speeds things up.

Thank you.

Allotment?

I've lived here
10 years and was

unaware such a thing existed.

It's a garden you
rent from the council.

This country.

I'm sorry.

The thing is, we need to find
something that connects Antony

Paulson to the US ambassador.

Hold your horses.

Check your emails.

The Foreign Office
are spitting feathers.

The word "immunity"
has been raised.

Is Emily Morgan
claiming immunity?

It's more the FCDO reminding
us to stay in our lane.

"Criminal immunity and
inviolability is conferred

on all diplomatic agents
and administrative

and technical staff
of London-based

foreign diplomatic missions."

There are two exceptions,
termination of post

or a waiver.

We'd need a watertight
case for both.

There might be
something we can use.

The US embassy has 15 million
quid in unpaid congestion

charge notices and outstanding
parking fines, one this week

for the ambassador's car.

You want to send the US
ambassador an overdue notice

for a parking fine?

Well, as leverage.

I-- Now I hear it,
it does sound petty.

Forget it.

Let's find the link
between our two victims,

the US embassy, Graham Doherty,
and who the hell is Marty?

So what are they hiding?

And why are we being warned off
asking Emily Morgan questions?

Even if we did get
something on her,

she'd negotiate some
grubby underhand deal.

Oh.

"Underhand deal."

If we can prove she's
lying, that she knew--

- Underhand deal.
- Antony Paulson--

- Just go.
- we'd have a connection.

Just go.

Go where?

No.

Somebody write this down,
"underhand deal, just go."

Care to elaborate?

Do you ever get the
feeling that your brain is

trying to tell you something?

Underhand deal, just go.

What's your
brain's phone number?

It might be quicker
if I call it.

Wait, no.

Other way around, just
go, underhand deal.

Just go-- oh, come on.

73?

Just Go 73 Under Hand Deal.

That's it.

A license plate, JG73UHD.

It's the car that's
been following me.

Dark silver Ford Mustang
registered to a Nathaniel

Sylvester, middle name Martin.

Marty.

Here he is.

Guess where he works?

The American embassy.

Well, we're in
the same square mile

as the goodbye ping from
Jerome Singer's phone.

You think any of the
neighbors remember as

far back as October last year?

If there was a
gunshot they might.

My lawyer is on his way.

While we wait, can we ask
you some questions, Marty?

Do you mind if I
call you Marty?

What can you tell us
about Antony Paulson?

I don't know who that is.

His remains are buried in the
same place as Jerome Singer.

You do know Jerome.
- Yes.

Yes, I know Jerome.

A neighbor of
Mr. Singer's has

identified you as
the person who's

been looking after his flat.

That was kind.

One question, did you take his
keys off him before you buried

him or did you pick the lock?

Well, we both know you
have form for that.

You've been in my home.

Did you find anything useful?

Let's talk about
Graham Doherty.

Does that name ring a bell?

Excuse me.

Hello.

Oh.

You wouldn't believe
it if I told you.

DI Arnold, DS Walsh.

This is unacceptable

Mr. Creswell, good
to see you again.

Well, suspicious
gardeners, dodgy diplomats,

quite the client list.

That is out of order.

As you're aware, Mr. Sylvester
has diplomatic privileges.

So would you kindly leave?

Mr. Sylvester invited us in.

Well, Mr. Sylvester
shouldn't have.

It's better than
appearing obstructive.

After all, if I can
be of any assistance.

Sorry to bother
you, Mr. Sylvester.

Only let us in because
he thinks he's untouchable.

I fear
with good reason.

At least we now know who
the ambassador is marrying.

Is this the man you
allowed access to your plot?

No comment.

Nathaniel Martin Sylvester,
senior trade attach�

to the US embassy.

Also engaged to Emily
Morgan, the US ambassador.

Is this the man that you and
Jerome Singer knew as Marty?

How about Blue Trees
Golf Tours Limited?

Organizing tours for
premium UK courses

for rich American tourists.

When that venture
folded four years ago,

you were company
secretary and Nathaniel

Sylvester was a director.

So we know you know him.

Did he call you on
October the 7th last year?

Did you help him
dispose of two bodies?

I didn't know that he--

No comment.

Didn't know what?

No comment.

I didn't do anything.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You gave Nat quite the shock.

Why did you lie
to us, Ambassador?

When we asked if you knew
a Marty, you said, no.

He's not Marty.

Nat or Nathaniel.

On October the 7th,
did Nat call Graham

Doherty from this residence?

As I reiterated to your
foreign secretary an hour ago,

we have launched a
full investigation.

This is an embassy matter now.

An embassy matter?

A gravely serious
one, which we

will throw our full
resources at and, of course,

share our findings.

This is a murder
investigation.

It's more
complicated than that.

No, it's not.

You realize where
you're standing?

I do, the Royal Borough
of Kensington and Chelsea.

No, actually.

Yes.

And that is what I think
you fail to understand,

Ambassador Morgan.

What happened?

Word has rained
down from on high.

The Foreign Office
have advised us

to step down with immediate
effect and hand over our case.

Don't worry, the
embassy are gonna carry

out their own investigation.

I'll start compiling.

We had him.

Jess, Connor, leave
it till tomorrow.

But I thought the FCDO--

They take 14 days
to get back to us.

They can wait.

Head home.

Okay.

Thanks.

I'm supposed to be meeting
Ross the botanist this evening.

I think I'll cancel.

What else are you gonna
do, go home and smash things?

Yeah.

Go and enjoy yourself.

Oh.

Yeah.

What else did they do, apart
from the one about the moon?

Are you calling Echo & The
Bunnymen a one-hit wonder?

I spent the '80s obsessing
over Duran Duran and Wham!

I'm almost
scared to ask.

What was your first concert?

I don't want to say.

Come on,
there's no judgment here.

- Oh, really?
- Cross my heart.

Bananarama.

They were great.

I listened to them on repeat.

I haven't changed.

If I like something,
these days, it's Taylor,

Taylor, and more Taylor.

Talking of which, I dug out
my copy of "Mud Slide Slim"

on vinyl and gave it a spin.

I haven't listened
to that in years.

What's that?

"Mud Slide Slim and
the Blue Horizon."

I know those are words.

James Taylor.

Swift.

You're talking
about Taylor Swift.

Is he any good, this
James Taylor bloke?

I'll do you a playlist.

Max, have
you ever arrested a woman,

blonde, attractive
in her, I'd say, 40s?

'Cause that woman
is really staring

into the back of your head.

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh.

Good evening.

Hi, Astrid.

Rose, this is Astrid, my, um--

my ex-wife.

Technically, still your wife.

Nice to meet you, Rose.

You too.

I take it Max didn't
invite you, too?

No.

Well, I'll go and
check on Kieron.

I'll leave you two.

Excuse me.

It's nice to meet you, Astrid.

And you.

"Technically,
still his wife."

Sorry.

Who's that?

Mr. Nosey Parker.

That's a funny name.

She seems very
nice, your date.

Well, it-- no, no, no,
it's not a-- she's not a--

- I think I'm going to go.
- No.

No, no, no, no.

No, it's fine.

I was a bit worried
about Kieron anyway.

He's still a bit fragile after
the, um-- after the find.

But this has been nice.

Bye.

I didn't mean to
ruin your evening.

No.

You could-- well--

I could make up an excuse.

He's a bit boring anyway.

No, no.

You-- you enjoy yourself.

I'll finish this in the back.

It's good to see you.

Morning.

Well, you're chipper.

I'll take it the
date went well?

Oh, an unmitigated disaster.

Don't ask.

But I found this.

A speeding ticket from the
27th of March last year,

Chelsea Bridge
Approach Road involving

Nathaniel Sylvester's car.

He was caught on ANPR camera.

It's dark, but
look at the front.

What, is that a dent?

Ashley's report said Paulson
died from blunt force trauma.

Likely cause, a
mechanical impact.

Well, Marty took collection
of his car a month before.

New car, driving too fast.

And Antony Paulson
crossing the wrong road

at the wrong time.

You were a lawyer before
you went into politics.

If you saw that in court--

I'd argue for a
trick of the light.

I've spoken to Marty.

He's assured me he had nothing
to do with any of this.

And you believe him?

Yes.

"Marty"?

You just called him Marty.

If you submit your questions
along with your case,

I'll make sure
Nathaniel responds.

Thank you for coming.

I'll get Nick to show you out.

There's this guy, Marty.

I helped him with something.

And I shouldn't have.

I've-- I've convinced
him to make things right.

Jerome Singer sent
that to his daughter

two days before he was killed.

His daughter deserves
more than your thoughts

and prayers, Ambassador.

Let us speak to him.

Immunity?

It's not the same thing as
proving you're innocent.

Let him clear his name.

What do you have?

Besides a speeding fine
and a cryptic voicemail.

To be a fly on the
wall at your wedding.

A big day like that, all those
secrets coming to the fore.

I think you and I have
been to different weddings,

DS Walsh.

I'd like to know everything
about the man I was marrying.

That's a low blow.

The lawyer in you must
be itching to know what

else we have up our sleeve.

You're clutching
at the wrong straws.

I hope so.

He's convinced you.

He can convince us, too.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Jerome Singer
and Antony Paulson.

What can you tell
us about them?

My client has
prepared a statement.

Jerome
Singer, as you know, was

a part of my security detail.

I trusted him.

So when he asked for
my help, I offered it.

That was my biggest error,
trying to protect a friend.

When was this?

March last year.

I lent Jerome my car
and he hit someone.

Now, I didn't know any
of this until, well,

September last year, when
Jerome confided in me.

He had phoned a colleague of
ours, Graham Doherty, to gain

access to his
allotment plot, where

Jerome disposed of the body.

And then?

What happened to Jerome
in October last year?

I don't know.

I know that Jerome
was scared that one

of Antony Paulson's
family members

had found out what he had done.

I wish I had listened
to him, truly.

But, um-- I hope that
this clears up the matter.

No.

No, it doesn't.

Well, DI Arnold, my client--

We agree with you
that Jerome felt

guilty about what happened to
Paulson, but not for the reason

you said.

Can I just--

And we agree that on March
the 27th last year, your car

was involved in a collision.

But this is you behind the
wheel on the Chelsea Bridge

Road doing 62 in a 20 zone.

We know Antony
Paulson was residing

near there at that time.

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his
body to your car.

Then you remembered
your old business

partner, Graham Doherty, had
an allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your
company, Blue Trees Golf Tours

went bust.

Mr. Doherty has
confirmed all this.

He gave you keycode access
to his plot that evening.

And later, you told him
not to dig in this area.

The exact spot where earlier
this week, we excavated

the remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

This is an invoice
from Smithwick's Garage

in Battersea, dated
28th of March last year,

the day after
Antony Paulson died,

to repair damage
to the front bumper

and bonnet and carry out a full
valet of the car's interior.

In his statement, Mr. Doherty
also confirms that on the 7th

of October last year, you
made an identical request

for access to the allotment.

Where last week,
on the same plot,

we discovered the
remains of Jerome Singer.

You did trust Jerome.

That's why you confided
in him about the killing.

But you didn't know that
Paulson was ex-forces.

And you didn't know
that Jerome wouldn't

be able to let that go.

You had Jerome
removed from his post

a month before he died.

Two days before his murder, he
sent a message to his daughter

saying he was
going to meet you.

We believe you agreed
to go to the police.

You promised to put it right.

Did Jerome come
to your place?

We know he had a
firearms license.

He wouldn't have gone to
a police station armed.

So did he leave his
gun inside the house?

Was that his
mistake, trusting you?

You made an excuse
to go back inside.

And that's when you
grabbed the gun.

Are we close?

We know he was facing his
killer when he was shot.

Do you still see that
face, still replay

the shock in his eyes,
that split second

when he realized his betrayal?

How close are we,
Mr. Sylvester?

If I tell the families of these
two men a version of this,

how close are we?

Close enough.

To reiterate, anything my
client discloses here today

is protected under the
State Immunity Act of 1978.

Was that a confession?

I mean--
Does it even matter?

Max!

What are you gonna do?

Um.

I'll throw the book at him.

And they'll throw the
whole library at me.

No.

He's not worth it.

Look, I know it's not the
closure you would have wanted.

And I'm sorry I can't
go into any more detail.

No, um, it helps.

It does.

But can I ask, um, the person
who did it, what's their name?

I can't tell you that.

What you said about my
dad having the other man's

wallet in his pocket.

Dad told me about this
time in Afghanistan,

he got pinned down
in this building

and thought his days were up.

So he hid messages
on his person

so that whoever
would find his body

would be able to piece
together what went wrong

and find the
people responsible.

I think Dad knew
you'd find him.

I think he'd be proud that
you pieced it all together.

You ready to go?

Car's on its way.

Are you sure
you want to come?

Yeah, I told you,
everything's sorted.

21:32 on the 7th of October--

Paulson.

You made an excuse
to go back inside.

And that's when you
grabbed the gun.

Max?

It's me.

Hi.

This sucks.

Yeah.

I find wine helps.

To the cases we
don't get to close.

Good, you kept it.

Are you going to
send it to her?

I don't know, Layla.

I've stretched my luck about as
far as it can go on this one.

Stretch it further.

This is why we do this job.

We represent the victim.

We are in their debt.

In what world does he
get away with this?

That slippery coward
killed two innocent men,

buried them, and walked away.

We can't let him
bury the truth, too.

It's my fault.
When Jerome told me,

I should have told you.

What did the police say?

They mentioned another lead.

Apparently, one of the
homeless guy's family

had been making
threats to Jerome.

Hey.

It's over.

Thank you for believing in me.

I love you.

Me too.

Now, scoot.

I need the mirror.

You hit him.

You panicked.

You transferred his
body to your car.

And then you remembered
your old business

partner, Graham Doherty, had
an allotment and he owed you.

You bailed him out when your
company Blue Trees Golf Tours

went bust.

Mr. Doherty's
confirmed all this.

He gave you a keycode
access to his plot.

And later--

This week, we excavated the
remains of Antony Paulson.

How do you explain that?

Ah, Emily.

Ready?

Emily?

You lied.

- What?
- To me.

If I tell the families
of these two men

a version of this,
how close are we?

Close enough.

I believed you.

Emily.

I remember that day, the
8th of October, the day after

you killed and buried Jerome.

That was the day you proposed.

DI Arnold.

There's a car here
to collect you.

By the time you get to our
age, meeting someone's hard.

We all come with
so much baggage.

A lot of years.

"A lot of years."

I like that.

But we're
resourceful, we adapt.

We even learn to live with
other people's secrets.

But not all of them.

No, some you can't live with.

Did you know?

Not until you
laid it all out.

Maybe I saw the pieces,
but chose not to connect them.

I've honed the art
of self-delusion.

He made quite the play.

And I was flattered.

And I was smitten.

He was an easy man
to fall in love with.

He started dating me a month
after he killed Antony Paulson

in that road traffic accident.

Being the husband
to an ambassador

comes with a whole
new level of security.

I was his protection,
his immunity.

That's all I was.

I'm sorry.

I started out like you.

You make it
sound like a curse.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

No.

You're a good man,
Detective Arnold.

I made a promise.

I'd always do the right
thing, no matter what.

But along the way--

I've waived his immunity.

Thank you.

Hello, Marty.

Going somewhere?

Well, nearly the weekend.

One thing we
still need to do.

It's due in on Monday.

Oh, for--

Go on then.

Well, brilliant, obviously.

But you can be a little--

cerebral.

Is that the right word?

This is why these
things are a bad idea.

Cerebral?

It's not a bad thing.

Well, go on then.

Well, also brilliant.

But--

Here it comes.

while I prefer to pick
the lock, you've already

kicked the door in.

Impatient.

Headstrong.

I can live with that.

Shall we put that then?

"Cerebral."

"Headstrong."

Job done?

Coffee?

Oh, god, yeah.

Mum.

Someone let me in.

I hope you don't mind.

Do you need someone to look
at your bramble cuttings?

I felt bad about
how we left things.

Bumping into your ex-wife
on our first date, a big wow.

Not my finest moment.

I wanted to apologize.

Don't worry.

I went home and told Kieron
and we laughed ourselves silly.

Is that the only
reason you're here?

It's difficult.

Oh.

We all have baggage.

And a lot of years.

Some things take a
while to pack away.

Yes.

Well.

Bye, Rose.

Take care, Max.