All language subtitles for Murder City s01e04 Mr Right.eng

There are two things a girl from the
province needs when she arrives in

for the first time.

An A to Z and a fixed stare.

Tay didn't have either.

Instead, she had three better things.

A stick of coral pink lipstick, a smile
as wide as a meringue, and a heartfelt

intuition that Mr. Right was about to
enter her life.

Go, Super Girlfriend, go!

But watch out, Kay, in case Mr Right
turns out to be Mr Wrong.

Well, sweetheart, there's a man and a
woman. I'm afraid they've been shot.

Well, your mummy will try and find the
bad guys.

Well, you're definitely feeling better.

No, darling.

That's an empire biscuit, not a vampire
biscuit.

But no sweets before you've had proper
food, though. You tell Graham. All

Got to go. Lovely to miss you. Want to
be with you. Bye.

All right.

Look, one magic bullet.

Killed both of them. No sign of a
weapon. Collated witness statements, but

single shot being heard around 12 noon.

Noon.

Midday or midsummer's day.

Is that midpoint of the year?

Yeah.

Do not disturb sign on the door of
thought. One of them must have opened it

let the killer in.

I mean, if you're in a hotel and
you're... You know, you're... Playing

castles.

Why get up and open the door? Room
service.

Or someone you know.

He went to answer it, still got his
boxer shorts on.

The killer stood here and fired
downwards, went through the man first

girl.

Which makes the guy the target?

Not necessarily, could have been trying
to protect the girl.

The date last night?

Yeah, she was nice, really nice.

What? She had a lisp.

Right, Alison, the IDs.

Several cards on the girl, Karen
Hartson, age 25, single professional,

publishing.

Nothing on the man, just a wallet with
40 quid.

There's something very familiar about
him. Yep.

Let's play speculation, a fun game for
the whole family.

I say the guy's the target. It means
girl, crime of passion. Guy,

hit. What, busy NFL, middle of the
afternoon, no fun. They're in your

with a potential witness.

Professional, but made to look
unprofessional. You know, Lisp can be

Not this Lisp. Sliver was flying.

Susan. Oh, hello, Bruce. How are you
doing?

Karen Hart in a rented room, 7 .07 on
six occasions over the last three

Always on Wednesday afternoon.

And what day is it today, Luke? It's a
Wednesday season.

Killer would have known where to find a
jealous boyfriend.

Love makes mad men of us all. Not unless
the guy was also here on all six

occasions. So his killer knew where to
find him.

Mm -hmm. I don't think that works, Luke.

Staff statement.

Those six previous Wednesdays in the
hotel, Karen Hartson always arrived

and left alone.

When it's the day, people remember Karen
and this guy holding hands and kissing

in the lobby. They weren't making a
secret of it. Okay, but we shouldn't

discount this guy as a target until
we've identified him.

I mean, I know this guy.

We know this guy, yeah?

Where do I know this guy?

His name's Alan Scobie.

Scobie works for Spencer Greaves. You
all know Spencer. Devoted family man,

devout Catholic, wife, Jill. Two lovely
sons in private education.

But he's a vicious bastard.

Greaves is an A -list villain. Controls
most of the flower market in central

London. And everybody's expected to buy
from his wholesale company. Because if

they don't, Spencer Greaves deals out
the punishment personally.

But behind all that, family man Bon Ami
Greaves is a cold bloody killer with a

strong taste for violence.

Greaves has been on remand on a murder
charge for the last three months. The

trial is due to start next week. And
Scobie is? Greaves is driver.

I charged Scobie as an accessory and he
turned Queen's evidence against Greaves.

He was set to be the key witness in the
trial.

Come on!

So without Scobie, your case against
Greaves collapses.

What is a nice girl like Karen doing in
a hotel room with a criminal like

Scobie? Long before Greaves is released.

A week. Sir.

Obviously, Greaves had Scobie killed.

So I think this investigation should be
subsumed into my case. We haven't even

established that Scobie was the target
yet.

Until we know more about the girl.
Scobie was the target.

Yes, I know, Adrian.

But a sceptical eye is better than a
self -fulfilling prophecy.

I want Susan working the Greaves angle.
You, sidecar.

A two -pronged attack.

Use that to look into the girl.

I wish you'd stop undermining me in
front of Turner. What do you mean,

the card? You just love disagreeing with
me in front of Turner, don't you? I'm

not disagreeing with you. She's not
disagreeing. She's just being wrong.

I just have a feeling that the girl...
Ah, woman's intuition. The last resort

the totally wrong.

Adrian, if you're agreeable, first thing
in the morning we move on great. I'm

always agreeable, Susan.

And you, the girl, do it properly. Find
out how she lived. Yeah, yeah, we find

out how she died.

London Love, a novel.

Two things a girl from the province of
Neath when she arrives in London for the

first time.

Eyes in the back of her head and a
bulletproof vest.

Supposed to come down to help her move
house.

She'd just signed for a mortgage.

I always used to worry about her being
down here.

For sure.

I like to think about her in the park.

At the pond.

She's a skinny little six -year -old
kid.

Chasing the duck.

She was skinny, but she was... She was
strong, you know.

She was a great swimmer.

We know that she was shot.

But no -one's told us where or what
happened.

Karen was shot in a hotel room.

She was with this man who was also shot.

Do you know him? His name was Alan
Scobie.

No.

I'm sorry, it is going to be in the
papers.

They were in bed together.

She was a grown woman.

She was good.

She was a good girl.

Unlike Mr.

Useless and Mr. Possibly Maybe, Mr.

If Only had really been able to make Kay
laugh.

Every pair of trousers I've ever had, he
declared his eyes twinkling. I've

developed a hole in the right -hand
pocket.

Why only the right pocket? Kay giggled
lightly.

Kay giggled lightly.

Chicklet gives women a bad name. You're
very judgmental, Al. Hello?

Eleanor Kilfoyle.

All our friends called us the Cosmo
Girls.

A couple of nights a week we used to go
for a cosmopolitan.

We went through the office and we just
hit it off.

She could be so funny.

Especially about men.

Did you ever see Karen with this man?

That's Alan.

She just started seeing him. I filmed
them together once.

Briefly.

He said he was a marine engineer.

She didn't deserve this.

I'm sorry.

Deserve what?

To be murdered.

Maybe I wasn't supposed to, but I
thought I should check her voicemail

Gary, I needed to get an old call from
my son.

He never speaks.

There's a lot of these, and I think it
might be the duck guy.

Yeah, I'll hold.

Duck guy?

Someone sent these to her once or twice
a week.

At first we thought it was funny.

Karen had a thing about ducks.

But this was just getting weird.

Jerry.

Do you have any idea who sent them?

No.

Okay, thanks.

Luke,

63 calls in four days from GG
Publishing.

Karen, the workplace.

There is a slight problem.

Greaves won't see you unless it's in his
cell.

And he doesn't want you there, Adrian.

You chase them down, you lock them up.
Why do you always take it so personally?

Has he had any visitors?

Three months and not one. Not even his
wife.

You know, if he's behind this, we'll
learn more on his home ground.

I see.

I go in, we look weak, he looks strong.
Is this about look or result, Susan?

Deal. Who's Mace?

Bill's best friend.

If I up you, Clarice, what are you going
to do for me?

Well, you confess to killing Scobie and
you win a conscience.

Gerald, out.

This way, Gerald.

Private conversation.

Not on my watch, Spencer.

I think love comes to everyone once in a
lifetime.

It strikes like lightning.

You can't eat, you can't sleep.

It's like a sickness, an obsession.

I mean, with me and Alan Scobie, there
was just this spark, you know?

Chemistry.

And I don't care who knows it, we fell
in love.

It's got nothing to do with him
testifying against me.

I could live with that.

Ali could do anything to me.

Then he started dating someone else. A
girl.

Karen.

Can you imagine how that made me feel?

So worthless.

So unattractive.

So frumpy.

Susan, did you really think I was going
to confess to having Scobie killed?

You're going to do something about that,
Mr. Templeman. I've got human rights,

you know. It's going to be sick to
testify.

He's relieved.

He's murdered.

I think a few collapse now.

And justice is done, you know, natural
justice.

God's way of saying Dumfries fitted me
up.

How is old aid, anyway? Still bitter and
twisted. All that thwarted ambition.

I got 500 witnesses in here say I didn't
kill Scobie.

You've got one week.

The smart money.

It's on me.

What makes you so sure that Scobie was
the target?

Meeting you.

An innocent girl is dead.

She doesn't sound very innocent.

Okay, you need to come out now.

Oh, David, we're only talking.

Please, you need to come out now. Just a
little question.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry, out of there now, please.

I know a set -up when I see it.

You get left alone here with me, I make
one move and you've got me banged up for

another couple of months.

Besides, my wife, she wouldn't approve.

I know who killed Scobie.

Interview room, now.

Karen's desk, right here.

Thank you.

Steve, through a hard drive, temporary
internet files, the full biryani.

Emails that suggest the stalker or any
other men in her life. Anything about

ducks, interrupt me. Andy, see what else
you can get from around here.

Alison. Alison.

Switchboard.

Karen was a valued member of the team
here.

Bright, reliable, efficient. I was quite
shocked when she handed in her notice.

She quit?

She'd just taken on a mortgage.

Right out of the blue. Last Friday.

She wouldn't give a reason.

Eddie Gresham. D .S. Stone investigating
Karen Hartman's murder.

I didn't know Karen very well, but you
hear something like that and it shakes

you up big time.

Look, I've got a bid going for the Funk
FM franchise, and there's a lot of

highly sensitive information on our
internet.

And what's going on in my switchboard?
Yeah, well, there was a series of phone

calls made from this office to Karen's
home.

They begin on the evening she quit her
job, and they end on the morning of the

day she was murdered. We like to twist
the extension.

Right. Paddy's your man.

He's got the inside track on all our
girls.

Old personnel Paddy keeps the babe farm
ticking over.

All that daytime TV, touchy -feely, I'm
in touch with my feminine side, psycho

babble.

I pay him shit.

And Paddy makes him feel loved.

Eh, Paddy?

Every three months or so, I like to have
a one -to -one meeting with my staff. I

wouldn't call it counselling.

Karen Hartson? On the 24th of last
month, I met with Karen.

But Karen never had problems.

She always really struck me as grounded.

Actually, I'd identified her as a future
commissioning editor.

I was going to mention it to Eddie just
before she resigned. Yeah, Eddie.

What do you mean by the babe phone?

That's what he likes to call the office.

Eddie does not make my job easy.

He's been through most of the girls. He
was not smart when he was married as he

is.

When you say most of the girls?

Not Karen.

As far as I know.

He's me.

Yeah, Al.

Yeah.

No, I'll be right there.

Sorry,

mate. Gotta go.

The calls to Karen were made from this
phone.

Problem is, there are 74 people working
here. Good. Great.

Brilliant.

You know what we have here, Al?

The victim solving her own murder.

Cool.

Please.

I've got five years to go.

Embezzlement.

I don't belong here.

An open prison, maybe?

Well, we'll see what we can do.

Right, I've got it. Right, listen to
this.

Kay laughed and looked up into Mr. If
-Only's blue eyes.

Every pair of trousers I've ever had, he
declared, I've developed a hole in the

right -hand pocket. Why only the right
pocket? Why the right pocket, Al? Why,

Al, why?

I don't know. I know why.

Because he played the guitar.

Mr. If -Only, Eddie Gresham, our number
one suspect.

Frederick.

No, Frederick.

He's the killer.

Susan? Luke!

I think you might be right.

I don't know how I can watch the target.

Scobie, the target.

Intelligent sheet on our suspect.

You've got a suspect?

You can't have a suspect. I've got a
suspect.

Who's your suspect?

No, Frederick.

Hand it over!

Violent, psychotic, greases right -hand
man.

Wanted on a firearm. Hang on, he's been
on the run for eight months. He's

probably Mr. Melanoma of Marbella by
now. Yeah, well, you've got to think

better. Yes, I do.

Karen's novel.

She had codenames for the men in her
life. Mr. Possibly Maybe, Mr.

Useless, and Mr. If Only.

How did Mr. Happy feel about all this?
Mr. If Only is Eddie Gresham, wide -boy

media tycoon who employed her. Or maybe
she had a crush on him and she

fantasized him. Karen's not like that.

On those wooing Wednesdays, Mr. Evony
would come to room 707 separately.

His being the peculiar paranoia of the
married man. Married man, Wednesdays,

room 707.

Gresham told me he hardly knew her. He
lied. Why did he lie to me? Why did he

lie to me? Luke, I cannot run a murder
inquiry on the basis of some chirpy

office girl's literary rambling.

I don't know.

Perhaps Mr. Monkey is speaky -truthy.

Two victims, two lines of inquiry. I
have spoken.

Just picked up something on the radio.

An incident at Grease's warehouse.

Could be arson.

We should poke our nose then.

Who's that? Sorry, Luke. Reality call.

This is Grease. Nice girl. GP's
daughter.

Marries handsome bad boy.

Lived far, and now she's paying the
consequences.

Hmm.

See what happens when your protection
goes on the run.

See much of Frederick's lately?

Something tells me this wouldn't have
happened if your hubby's sidekick had

around. Or if you hadn't picked his
fence up and banged him up with all

animals.

People barking half the night.

Well, you can always make a formal
report if you want, Mrs. Green.

Vandals did this. Oh.

We get a lot of that around here. And
Fredericks.

Do you get a lot of Fredericks around
here?

You're Spencer.

Alpha male on the surface.

Knocks people about, buys you diamonds
and Gucci handbags, but it's a small man

who can't protect his family. You must
be sick of all this, Jill.

Spencer loves his family.

Does his family love him?

Three months, Jill.

Not one visit. What kind of marriage is
that?

Tell me where Freddy is. I can help you,
Jill. I can get you out of this

nightmare.

Spencer will be home soon.

He'll fix things.

Hi, Mum!

Hi, Mum!

I wouldn't want my boys seeing this.

Go on.

You'd better go.

Grace has got a phone.

Well, she never visits him. He can't use
the prison pay phones in case they're

monitored. So how does she know about
the barking man in the next cell?

I don't know where it gets us. I know
where it gets us.

Straight to Fredericks.

I'm going man to man on this one, Al.

You get through this and see what else
you can find. I know what I'll find. 200

kids are twittering nonsense.

Speaking of the dead. Oi, oi. M -E -D -S
-U -D -C. This is a sea of suspects.

Dive in.

Eddie. Eddie. Mr Gresham.

I'm a busy man. What can I do for you?

Oh, nothing really.

Just you were having an affair with
Karen Hartson.

Crap! Who told you that?

Karen did.

Every pair of trousers you've ever
owned, you've developed a hole in the

-hand pocket.

Play.

Blues?

Bluegrass? Finger -picking style?

Show me your right hand.

Show me your right hand.

See? I've been playing pocket billiards
with long nails, Eddie, hence the holes.

See how good I am?

See how good I am, Eddie?

And if you kill Karen... Look, pal, I
didn't kill anyone. Your wife owns 51 %

Gresham Group Holdings.

Her old man is a top divorce lawyer. The
man is a wolf in shark's clothing. And

by the time it's finished with you,
Eddie, you'll be back selling pineapples

Berwick Street.

So what was it, Eddie?

Karen took it too seriously?

Burned you at home?

Or maybe she was threatening to go to
the papers?

Karen.

She wasn't like that.

You loved her.

Karen ended it.

Yeah, but you wouldn't take no for an
answer, would you, Eddie? It's not your

style.

Phone calls from here, and then you
found out she was with another guy, and

you're jealous.

And you know where they're going to be
and when. Room 707, midday Wednesday.

Where were you between 11 .30 and 12 .30
Wednesday, Eddie?

No. Eddie was with me.

Eleanor.

Exercise, gymnasium, move it!

Exercise,

gymnasium, now!

Get down the bottom there, come on!

OK, you've got 20 minutes.

Though I'm still not quite with you on
this. Look, if we can get Greaves' phone

number without him knowing, the next
time he calls Fredericks, we can

triangulate Fredericks' position, yeah?

Okay. Where is this bloody phone?

You know, maybe keep it with someone
else.

You wouldn't trust anyone else.

Bet if Stone were here, he'd find it.
Oh, that's really a big help, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I'm just a meathead in a
thigh car, remember?

What are we missing?

What are we missing?

What are

you doing?

Sending out a world speaker.

State

of the

art technology.

Right, he's on his way back.

How do I get the number?

Dial your own phone and it will show
you.

Yep. Come on, you need to be out of here
now. Okay.

Come on.

Got it.

Come on. I'm deleting my own number.

Come on.

Okay.

Now we get Prince.

I had him.

I was this close. I was about... I don't
know what is going on in there, but

Eleanor Kilfoyle just gave him an alibi.

Eleanor Kilfoyle. You mean Joyce?

What? From the mouth of B.

When Mr. Ifonly played Kay the
mysterious message that had been left in

voicemail, be careful of Kay, she's
after your money, Kay recognised the

right away. It was her so -called best
friend, Joyce.

For Joyce, read Eleanor.

Let me see that.

Kay decided to give Joyce the benefit of
the doubt and invited her to lunch.

Joyce made no attempt to duck the
accusation.

In fact... Joyce simply straightened her
knife at a right angle to the table and

became quietly angry and aggressive.

It was then Kay recalled the quack
psychology and judgmental attitude Joyce

spouted when Kay had told her about the
affair with Mr. If -Only.

Now this deliberate attempt to sabotage
a relationship.

I thought you were my friend.

Enough was enough.

Joyce was rumbled.

Another day, another suspect.

Luke, you are hanging too much on this
stupid novel. No, life imitates art,

Susan. Eddie Gresham's having an affair
with Karen.

But Karen's flatmate, Eleanor, wants
Eddie. Wants Eddie. So she tries to

sabotage the relationship.

And then Eleanor realises that not only
is Eddie having a fling with Karen,

Eddie's fallen in love with Karen. And
then Greg, Eddie's long -lost son who

used to be a woman before he was
abducted by aliens, comes back and him

Karen steal all his money and eat his
wife.

Sarcasm. Not an attractive quality in a
woman. Yeah, well, I'm not perfect.

Why am I not perfect?

Because, Luke, I'm alive.

What's that supposed to mean? Greaves
made two calls from his cell yesterday.

One to his wife and one to Frederick's.

Great.

I was wondering, maybe you could just
bring them home. No, I'm not bringing

to visit you. We agreed.

Someone's trashed the warehouse.

I'm really scared, Spencer.

I'm on my own here and I don't know how
much more of this I can take.

Listen to me, listen to me, babe,
listen.

Scobie's gone.

I'll be out on Friday.

We're going to go on holiday, I promise
you.

We're going to talk all this out, OK?

Things are going to change. We're going
to start anew.

Right now.

I love you.

Right. He broods on it for a couple of
hours. Then he calls Fredericks.

Freddie, where have you been?

They saw it, Spencer. They wanted me,
but... What were you thinking? Can a

be in a hotel like that? I did what you
told me.

That's crap, Freddie.

Now, listen, you and the kids need
protecting. Get round to the house. The

are crawling all over your place, and
you still owe me ten grand. Yeah, you'll

get your money, Freddie.

No way.

I'm not showing my face near your house.
I'm done, Spencer. We are done.

And I want what you owe me.

Shit.

Now, wouldn't you much rather be us than
Stone?

Look, I'm due back at work.

Karen, leave her job and move flat.

She's obviously trying to get away from
someone without coming in.

Of course not. We were friends.

We had fun together.

The Cosmo Girl?

He tried to sabotage Karen's
relationship with Eddie Gresham. That's

Were you jealous?

Especially when you found out how much
Eddie was in love with her. Where are

getting all this rubbish from? Karen.
She was writing a novel. A very

autobiographical novel.

Typical Karen. Always the last word.

What did you know last Wednesday?

I was with Eddie.

My two prime suspects alibi each other.

I'm going to check hard on this, and if
I find one hole in your little story,

oh, you're in so much trouble. So much.

And you can pass that on to Eddie.

Okay.

Eddie's gone back to his wife.

Okay, cheers. Go.

Adrian? Yo.

The triangulator position for
Frederick's 14 on that wall.

Ben, it's a great place.

Well, the techies don't lie.

Great. Get an arresting together. We'll
get it done. Go.

I've talked to everyone in the hotel
again.

Nothing on either of them.

Eleanor Cole -Foyle's a looker. If she'd
been in the hotel, one of the staff

would have remembered.

Luke?

Come with me.

See, it's all here in the novel, Al.
Will you stop calling me Al? I'm not

local brickie.

Before going to the Rutland, Kay would
take her feet on the bench in Crimea

Square. For Crimea, read Cardigan.

You know, I bet her life wasn't as
glamorous as she makes out in that.

Must get boring chasing rich men.

Karen's not like that.

How do you know?

From this.

You know, this is about a girl who
wanted romance. She was looking for the

dream, perfection, the fairy tale.

Okay, right, so this is her bench.

Facing the old grey dock crane.

So, Karen.

If someone was following you to the
hotel, would they follow you here too?

Who knew this was your favourite place?

Would they approach? Would they hide?
Where would they hide?

Trees? Bushes?

Windows looking down on the square on
the fourth side?

Cameron.

That's it.

Last Wednesday morning.

Stop.

Can you horse it back a bit?

There she is.

She's working on her novel.

For the last time.

Forward at half speed.

Oh, stop.

That look by the wall. Drinking the
coffee. He's watching her.

That's who things will be.

Come on, then, if you're following her.

Right, Al, get it to AV, enhance it.

And we have a suspect.

Well, how about you, child?

You have to wait.

I can't help you.

Spencer's out next week. 15, 20, now!

Go!

Mobile phone Trying to get a signal, I
guess. No, I'm getting to you. We've

got... Okay, here it comes.

Whoever you are, you can run, my friend,
but you cannot hide.

I'm Luke Stone and I will nail you.

You don't waste time, do you?

Oi!

You're my suspect. Uh -uh. My suspect,
my man.

No, no, no. That guy was following
Karen. That guy is Noel Frederick, and

following Scobie. Look, I just... It's a
murder weapon.

Some whiner found it in a bin near Hyde
Park.

The local boys have identified the
armourer, and they're going to get back

as soon as they've got something.

Why, thank you, Adrian.

Right, as soon as the armourer IDs
Frederick's as hiring it, we have a

-up, regardless of who the target was.

Thank you, Adrian.

It was just a social call. Didn't sound
like a social call.

Sounded like you were looking for
payment.

For killing Scobie.

What were you thinking, killing Scobie
in a hotel like that? I did what you

me.

OK, I found Scobie.

But I didn't kill him.

And that doesn't say I killed him.

11 .30am Wednesday.

Where were you?

In bed, tightening everything.

11 .32 a .m.

You're in the square near the hotel.

Half an hour later, this.

Yeah, yeah, okay, okay. I was following
a girl.

To get to Scobie.

He'd done a runner from his flat. I knew
where his girlfriend was, so I started

following her.

But I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, we'll see.

Results from the armourer.

Fredericks didn't hire the gun. So which
one of my suspects was it, eh?

Eddie Gresham, jilted lover.

Ellen, I killed four. Jealous best
friend.

Alan Scobie, the victim.

Back to square one, Luke.

Lizzie, I've been thinking.

If Scobie had the gun, it means that
whoever fired that shot did not go to

707 with intent to kill.

Right? That suggests a crime of passion
to me.

We should keep looking at Karen.

Don't you mean you should keep looking
at Karen?

Excuse me?

Luke, how many women have you dated in
the last couple of years?

Well, you know. Well, maybe one, two a
month. Yes, perhaps. Why? And some of

them have been really gorgeous and
interesting.

Thank you.

But you, my God, you have a genius for
finding imperfections.

She's got a crooked tooth, a lisp, she
snorts when she laughs.

Anything you can dig up to avoid having
a proper relationship with a real living

person. What's your point, Carla?

My point is Karen Hartman does not
exist.

Therefore, she will never have any
faults. Therefore, she is your perfect

No, no, hang on, hang on.

Get down! Get down!

Quick!

Are you all right?

Run!

Jesus!

Okay, doctor, get a doctor. Come on!

Suspect shot.

while in our custody, inside a prison.

It's incredible.

You couldn't make it up.

Greaves, it fell. No sign of a gun, sir.

You didn't actually expect to find it
there, did you?

By the sound of things, he had the run
of the prison.

For God's sakes, his whole wing was on
exercise while the shooting took place.

He had time to dump it. He could have
got someone to dump it for him. I want

found, Adrian.

Freddie's dead.

Right. Concentrate on Greaves.

Three days and counting.

Aggressive forensic interviewing.

which I suggest you should have done in
the first place, instead of playing

psycho chess.

No, no, sir, listen, we shouldn't rule
out the possibility... We shouldn't rule

out the possibility that you are the
evil, satanic genius behind a lot of

murders.

Just to annoy me.

But in the absence of proof, let me
state the obvious and tell you what's

on here.

Scobie was never the target. The girl
was never the target. The target was

the beginning, Fredericks.

Now, do the easy part.

And get me the multiple clear -up that I
so richly deserve.

He's right, you know.

Yeah, well, you know, if you want to hit
Fredericks, Fredericks is on the run.

Who are the best people to find him for
you? The police.

Yeah, we flush him out and delivered him
straight to Greaves. Great.

Yeah, we've got Fredericks trying to
extort money from Greaves' wife.

No shortage of motive there.

Who knows he's dead?

Just prison doctor and me.

And you.

And him.

Paul and Tanner.

I want a complete information blackout
on this. Get rid of the doctor.

Greaves played us a fiction. We're going
to play him a fiction right back.

As far as Spencer Greaves is concerned,
Fredericks is still alive.

Good. I'm looking forward to having a
pure drink with him on Friday.

Clever, Spencer.

Two birds, one stone.

You get Fredericks to kill Scobie, we
deliver Fredericks to your door.

The long arm of the lawless.

Hey, I know you feel kind of inadequate
in my orbit, but why

would I want Freddy dead?

You owe him money. Oh.

He is not doing his job properly.

He's nailing your wife.

Guess where we picked him up from?

Your place.

With Jill.

And she looked well through.

Freddie's going to pull through, mate.

And he's talking about talking.

And we're talking about dealing.

Face it, Spencer.

Freddie testifies against you.

Our police do not move!

Just like Christmas.

Templeman?

I think you'll find I was on duty when
those hotel killings took place.

Why Fredericks?

Why did you kill Fredericks?

It was ten years ago.

My first week on the job.

And he kicked a seventh sheet of shit at
me.

And he laughed at me.

That was the thing.

I didn't report it.

I couldn't.

But you don't forget these things, do
you?

You never forget.

You learn your lesson.

You take your punishment.

It was more than a beating.

You understand?

It was more than a... than that.

OK.

Let's accentuate the positive.

What do we have? What do we know? The
Scobie Caron murder. It wasn't

Agreed. However, we still have Frederick
close to the crime scene half an hour

before the shooting.

I know he's dead, but he's still our
prime suspect.

Busy hotel, middle of the afternoon, no
scarlet thirst, targets with a potential

witness.

Your word, Susan.

You will rule nothing in, rule nothing
out.

Greed walks in two days.

So bright and early tomorrow, back over
the evidence.

The real evidence.

I'm just trying to get to the truth.
That's all.

If you run Scobie as the target, you've
got nothing. No credible suspects.

Whereas if Karen is the target... Oh,
for Christ's sakes, Luke.

Get a girlfriend.

I mean, what's going on?

You're here when I arrive in the
morning. You're still here when I go

night. And it's not even the job.

It's these crazy notions about victims
solving their own murders. What the hell

is all that about?

Where do you live? Do you know, I don't
even know where you live. You don't do

anything but this.

And you know what?

No, most of the time, the answers are
just sad and grubby.

Just have a life, yeah?

Listen, look.

I've got two people with frankly dodgy
alibis, plenty of motives. All based on

what? This pile of crap?

I'm sorry.

No. No, maybe you're right. Maybe I
should just go home. No, no, no.

Stay here.

Work all night if that's what you want
to do.

You know, none of this would work
without you, so just do what you do and

there's something there.

Men and women, women and men.

Can they ever share the same planet,
never mind a one -bedroom flat?

35, marine engineer.

Six foot.

Hobbies, opera and mountaineering.

No baggage.

Could this be the one, thought Kay.

Even Dad might like him.

Four -inch heels, Nicole from the Renoir
dress, and Versace stonewashed denim

jacket at 9 .30 on a Monday morning. The
look. The knowing stares.

Suddenly, Kay Phillips was the whore of
Babylon.

Kay concluded that the real love of her
life was not a man, but the city itself.

That, at least, had been Joyce's theory.

But Kay was supposed to be trying to
forget psycho Joyce, who, since the

lunch bust -up, had actually followed
Kay to Crimea Square.

Kay had chastened her off with her
severest look.

She pursed her lips, flared her
nostrils, furrowed her brow and... I

look, Karen.

Well, I've seen it. Where do you see it,
Luke?

Where? That's Frederick, watching you.

And there, you see someone.

Someone you don't want to see. On the
side of the square, opposite

My Dartmouth with me look.

I've had that with a few women myself.

Don't you have a girlfriend, Luke Stone?

I'm trying to work it. I mean a proper,
long -term, significant other.

Karen, you want me to find your killer
or not?

And then you see someone else.

Probably Scobie.

Scobie.

Eddie Gresham.

I think I was going through my rogue
phase.

You might have done better sticking to
the just dating phase.

I used to love dating.

The anticipation, the butterflies all
day, what to wear, what not to wear.

Although the sizzle is always better
than the steak.

So why are you single?

You date lots of women, don't you?

Yeah.

Right, Scobie's coming from the same
side of the square as the guy you don't

want to see, but you ignore him and then
go over to meet Scobie. Do you see?

And there's Frederick following you.
Stop!

You thought he was doing that to get a
signal.

He's not after a signal. He's using his
phone to take a photo.

A Scobie, a photo message.

It's Spencer Greaves. Susan's report.

Greaves had a state -of -the -art
mobile.

If he photographed you and Scobie on the
eastern side of the square... Spencer

Greaves has a picture of whoever was
following me.

Luke, kiss me hard, kiss me good and
tell me I'm a genius.

Hello, mate.

Do you mind if we use your phone?

In the hi -fi speaker?

Isn't that invading the privacy of
someone?

You know, when I get back from my
holiday, I'll have to have a meeting

lawyers.

Frederick sent you a photo message of
Scovey with the girl in the square.

We think a killer may be on it.

Hey, please.

The girl is innocent.

Who says I'm not a law -abiding citizen?

In eight hours' time, I walk.

Another blotch on your TV.

Carry on like this and you'll be back on
the dock handling.

Oh, thank you so much. My pleasure.

There's Scobie with Karen.

And look, there in the background,
lurking. Someone lurking there.

Enhance it.

Put your money on, Maddy Gresham,
Eleanor Clifoil. Can you get that

Do you know who that is? Yeah.

That's Joyce.

Um, don't mean to rain on your parade or
anything, but this does not put Joyce

in room 707 with a murder weapon. No,
but let's pick up Joyce anyway and see

what she's got to say for herself.

No, then you pick a key from the
caretaker.

Come on, let's take a look.

Alison, check out this room.

Lou? Karen, what the target?

That's Dumfries.

Target's in visual. You want him to move
in?

Certainly.

Tell him to clear. Tell everyone to
clear now.

Adrian, clear the area. Get everyone out
now.

Hello again.

What's this?

What's going on?

Karen's novel.

Friends, workmates, acquaintances.

They're all in here.

Only in some cases she scrambles it up a
bit.

You're going to love this.

For your joy.

Joyce is always tidying and
straightening things. Joyce the wise

good listener. Until, quote, Joyce made
no attempt to duck.

The accusation that she was a weirdo.

I'm happy now. I've met somebody else,
away from work.

Karen uses the book to talk about
Joyce's quack psychology.

And even though she got rid of you...
Why have you been sending me these

I was trying to make you happy. I wanted
to please you. I thought you were my

friend. Patrick, we have evidence that
you followed her to the hotel.

But nothing that proves I murdered her.

OK, so I was following her.

And I've got this.

I don't believe this is against the law.

Oh, you think this is normal.

You think all this is healthy.

You followed Karen. You saw her with
Scobie. You got jealous. And you went to

the hotel room and you killed both of
them. No. Karen!

Love life.

And you took it away.

You took everything away from her.

Love makes mad men of us all.

I know.

Karen has this quality. She can entrance
you. I understand.

I love the real Karen.

But you, you've been obsessing about a
corpse.

Perhaps you should think about some
counselling.

I'm sorry about that, Patrick.

He's just very upset.

And I think that we have been a little
unfair on you because you

did love her, didn't you?

And, um... And I think she loved you,
too.

She was just afraid.

She's in denial, isn't she?

It's the way she looked at me.

Or reached out and touched my arm.

All those little signs and gestures.

Our own private language.

You know, don't you?

You know when someone's attracted to
you.

There was something inside Karen.

Something unbalanced.

Self -destructive.

She was afraid it would all be too
perfect.

Some people are like that.

Afraid of happiness.

Karen was like that.

So you were angry.

I wasn't angry.

Disappointed.

Yes.

Disappointed.

She... She finished with Gresham.

I thought all the obstacles were out of
the way. We could be together at last.

I told her how I felt and... She got
angry.

I didn't realise how strong her denial
was.

When she started seeing that other guy,
Scobie, I had to do something.

I had to save her from herself.

So you went to the hotel?

I had to make her see sense.

You what?

Karen.

Karen. You've got to stop this.

Patrick, what do you want? Get out!

And then you grabbed the gun.

No.

He had the gun.

Then it was in my hand.

I told her I loved her.

Then you shot her.

You shot her, didn't you, Patrick?

You shot her. No.

Karen, I love you.

I didn't shoot her.

You shot him.

I shot him.

I'm so sorry, Cameron.

Follow me, please.

You're quite good at that. Psychological
stuff, aren't you?

Excessive compulsive stalkers. No
problem, mate.

Are you coming back or looking off?

Now, places to see, people to go.

Right.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I was right.

Karen was the target.

No. Remember, go with the target.

I should trust my instincts more often.

Last resort of the totally right.

Always the last word, eh?

I'll tell you what.

I'll file this under evidence, shall I?

There you go, keep it.

Yo, Ben sir.

You know, we found the guy who shot
Fredericks.

It'll all come out in the trial.

But if I were you, Ben sir, I'd watch my
back.

Come on, Aide.

With guys like you on the force, we can
all rest easy.

That's why I paint my tattoo.

So, Mr Luke, you never told me.

Why haven't you got a girlfriend?

Susan says I'm hung up on perfection or
something.

I think that hung up on perfection
stuff's just an excuse, Luke Stone.

I think you're afraid to be loved.

Why? Why are you afraid?

It's complicated.

Complicated?

Being in love is the most uncomplicated
thing in the world.

Or maybe what's stopping you is...
broken heart.

Good to hear that.

OK.

Got to go.

I really love this play.

Thanks for finding my killer.

Always a pleasure. Never a chore.

Besides, I couldn't have done it without
you.

Goodbye, Luke Stone.

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