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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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