All language subtitles for Murder City s02e01 Wives and Lovers

The vows you are about to take are to be
made in the presence of God, who is

judge and knows the secrets of all our
hearts.

Therefore, if either of you knows a
reason why you may not lawfully marry,

must declare it now.

Lucy, will you take this man to be your
husband?

Will you love him, comfort him, honour
and protect him?

And forsaking all others, be faithful to
him as long as you both shall live.

And then I'll just chunter through the
same thing with you.

Of course.

Then I shall ask you to kiss the bride.

And that's it, kids.

48 hours from now, you'll be playing
houses.

I'll see you guys Saturday morning then.

If I don't sleep in.

Don't even think about it.

See you later.

Dad, see you back at the house. Tom and
I are going to go for our last meal,

boyfriends and girlfriends.

Nice, yeah.

See you at the old... Thanks.

Bye -bye.

Bye, smart boy. You're welcome.

Tom.

Just a minute.

All right.

Before you step up onto that altar on
Saturday, I want you to promise me one

thing. Should I do anything?

Promise me that you'll check your
flight.

I'm in trouble now.

Oh, what do you say?

Don't worry about it, man.

Okay. I'll drive, shall I? No, I'm
driving.

It's after midnight.

You'd better get going.

You've been saying that for the past two
hours. And this time you're going. I

mean, really.

Seriously.

All right.

Thanks, Tom.

For?

For waiting for the wedding night until,
you know... It's worth it, Lucy.

I love you.

I love you too, Tom. I really, really
do.

I'll see you at the office.

Thank you.

Right, I'm back and I'm bad. This whole
block is now the crime scene. It stays

sealed until we've completely processed
it. That means no -one enters, no -one

leaves until photos have been taken and
they provide full identification.

OK, lovely boys and girls, let's do it.
Barry, Rory, take the back. Julia, Anna.

Did you have a good holiday, then?

Yeah, it was OK. What did you do?
Nothing.

Caged tiger, eh?

Yeah, something like that.

Dead woman's name is Jackie Aspen,
health board administrator, pretty high

-powered, assistant chief of district.

My clothes, heels.

Makeup?

Perfume? She's on a date. She's married.

Oh, night out then.

So she throws herself... Uh -uh, Annie.

You see these bruises?

She was strangled dead before she hit
the ground. She's not from up there.

over in Hayes. Married, no kids.

So she was either thrown from one of
those balconies or from the roof.

What about her husband? Been informed.

Uniformed. We're with him already.

Tom Simpkins lives on the top floor.
Wrong man, wrong time, wrong place.

by the body.

It's a bit risky, isn't it?

I mean, killing her first, and then
throwing her from a great height. Why

you go to all that trouble?

Attention -seeking.

He wants the world to know what he's
done.

Or the act of throwing her from the
building has some profound symbolic

significance for him.

As soon as you can, Annie.

Evidence. From the female victim,
please.

Physical evidence.

Thank you.

Witnesses? Only one. The male victim's
fiancée, Lucy.

They're due to get married tomorrow.

The neighbor found her sitting in front
of the body at 12 .45.

Alison, how long was she sitting in the
body?

Fifteen minutes.

Tom got out the car just after 12 .30.

Lucy sat here and didn't move until she
was found. And the neighbor phoned 999

and no one left the building until we
got here and sealed it.

This is the only exit. So if Lucy didn't
see anyone, leave.

The killer's still up there. Seven
floors, six flats per floor. There's a

suspects. OK, Alison, get on to it. We
need DNA samples from all of the

residents for the purposes of
elimination.

Thank you.

Mr. Charles?

I'm Detective Inspector Susan Olympe.
I'm in charge of the investigation.

Well, I don't understand. What's
happened? Some silly cow jumped off? We

know what happened yet, but we do need
to speak to Lucy. Lucy, after you found

the bodies, you definitely stayed over
there. You didn't move away.

Dad, I just want to go home. In a
second, in a second. I just need to be

absolutely certain you didn't leave the
crime scene or turn away. Do you not

hear? Do you not hear what she just
said? I heard. I just need Lucy to...

are you doing in this man's home? I told
you, fluster!

Easy, easy, easy. Dad, I just want to go
home.

Please. Yeah, it's all right. Let him go
home.

Martin. Come on.

I'm not wrong here, Susan. We shouldn't
leave this too long. Luke, we will get a

statement from her when she isn't in
shock, OK?

Meantime, concentrate on the woman. She
is the intended victim here, and when

there is an intended victim... There's a
trail of evidence. Yeah.

I've now completed my initial
examination.

Your victim had sex not long before she
was killed. Three hours maximum.

Consensual? No signs of trauma.

I recovered a semen sample.

Simon got it in process this morning.

We're also running it against DNA
samples taken from all male tower block

residents.

Simon and I had breakfast together.

So I suggested he go straight to his lab
and get ahead of the game.

You and Simon?

Breakfast?

I thought you two didn't really click.
Oh, we clicked as friends.

We've become quite close, actually.

How close? What is this? Be dull on your
mobile.

You see, Luke, some men see women as
more than just breast delivery units.

I'm talking about men with a high
emotional IQ. Simon's got several female

friends. And he never trusts a man with
female friends.

Why not?

Well, um... Simon, I presume you're here
because you have a result?

Yes. It's negative, I'm afraid.

Whoever had sex with this woman is not
on the DNA database.

And if he did kill her, this is his
first recorded criminal act. Thank you,

Simon. His first, but not his last.

You've been on that profiling course,
haven't you?

OK. Look at this.

There's far too many bruise marks around
her neck. This was not a single

continuous act of asphyxiation.

He was exerting pressure, then
releasing, again and again, prolonging

killing, giving himself a godlike power
of life and death over his victim.

This killer's MO follows the classic
textbook... Excuse me, real life does

always fit the textbook patterns.

Thank you, Master Yoda. Annie, please.

Can we have some more from the body?

Anything that might tell us where she
was on the night she was killed?

Simon, I need the DNA test from the
residence of the tower block. Fast

against the semen by close of play
today.

Luke, the bereaved. Where was Jackie
Astin's husband the night she was

Thank you.

How long had Jackie Astin worked here?

Five years.

She didn't socialise much.

Kept herself to herself and worked hard.

Driven, gold -orientated, you know.

I can't believe it. I can't believe
she's dead.

We understand that she might have been
having an affair.

An affair?

Not an affair. That's not right.

I'd see her being picked up after work.
Different car, every time.

There were a lot of different guys.

I mean, I never actually saw any of
them, but...

Quite often I'd be working late and I'd
catch her leaving.

She'd be really dressed up.

Dressed to... Well, this was her office.

Lavishing that much attention on
herself, she was a married woman living

life of a single girl.

I'll leave you to it.

Tell me she was working late.

She always worked late on Thursdays.
What?

I got put out of work a few years ago.

Now, a proper job, not this.

Jackie was the breadwinner.

So, she worked late a lot.

Her social life revolved around the
office, then?

Well, her mobile was always switched off
whenever you called.

I've always had an excuse why.

Mr. Aston, we need to establish your
wife's movements in the hours leading up

her death.

Are you sure she wasn't... Having an
affair.

I think... I don't think I know if she
was seeing someone else.

I don't know who. I didn't confront her.

Scared? In case you lost her?

I have lost her now, haven't I?

Good.

I'll arrange for a DNA sample from him,
but... Not holding our breath. He does

have motive.

Maybe. It just doesn't strike me as
having the motivation.

Look, there's two ways people go when
they're betrayed.

Either they get angry and strike back,
or they feel worthless and become

passive. Yeah? Yep. Which would you be?
What?

If, uh, what's his name, your husband?
Dave.

Dave started playing away from home. I
don't know.

Hello, Simon.

Yeah.

Uh -huh.

Okay.

Thanks.

DNA results from the residence of the
tower block.

No matches to the rogue seaman.

Which means the killer must have left
the block while Lucy Chalmers was still

there.

There's only one way out of that place.

She must have seen him, so why didn't
she say anything?

How can you have slipped past her? I
don't know. We need to talk to her.

His first murder, but not his last. Oh,
come on, you're not buying into all that

serial killer profiling. Look, I haven't
ruled it out, and neither should you.

I haven't seen her like this in a couple
of years, and it scares me, it really

scares me.

Her mum died when she was 13, and she
just went into herself.

I thought it was never going to end, and
then she met Tom, and she was happy.

Now, Christ, that look in her eye again,
that blank, deadlock. Yeah,

but what's she doing in there? That
can't be very good for her. Well, she

insisted. I mean, I couldn't stop her,
could I?

I've always tried to bring her up the
best way I could.

I don't think that she can handle it.
I'm really done.

You go easy on him? Of course.

You keep him under control, all right?

Don't worry.

Yes, Robert?

You, Luke.

Just you.

Do you know what it's like to lose the
one person you love more than anything

else in the world?

We were saving ourselves until we got
married. That's what Tom wanted too.

He loved me for who I really was.

Are you married?

Yeah, I am.

It's going to be the best day of my
life.

It's the worst day.

You've taken off your engagement ring.

Oh, I, um, woke up this morning, my
wedding day, and just threw it away.

Tom's gone. It's all over.

Lucy, sorry to have to do this.

Can we go back to when you approached
the bodies?

You sat down in front of them.

You didn't move.

Yeah? Until we arrived.

Hmm?

Now, while you were there, you didn't
see anyone leaving the tower block.

You sure about that?

Yes. It's very important, Lucy.

Why? Why is it so important? It was just
a terrible accident. Some woman threw

herself off of a... It was an accident.

You see, the woman, her name is...
was... Jackie Aston.

She was murdered, strangled, before she
was thrown to the ground.

God!

You see, Lucy, our concern is that
whoever killed her and Tom might kill

So, if there's anything that you can
remember... No, I didn't see anything or

anyone.

It was just like a terrible dream.

Tom was dead and... And this poor woman
was dead next to him and I just

wished I could swap places with her.

I just wanted to be with Tom.

Did you hear anything suspicious?

No.

Just... Leave me alone. I said I didn't
see anyone.

Why did you do this to me?

If I'd seen whoever killed Tom, I'd tell
you.

I love Tom so much, just so much.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Jackie Aston, very secretive, covered
her tracks.

She definitely wasn't working late
Thursday night, the night she was

I got this from her desk drawer.

Attached, married, seeking excitement
and romance?

To join club Libero, call Henry. It's an
interesting concept, a dating agency

for married people.

It explains why no -one can tell us
where she was on the night she was

I think we should call Henry.

Who is Henry?

Henry Collingwood.

Owns this Libero agency.

Seems to have made a small fortune
from... Wrecking people's marriages?

It's not Nurses Night at the Star and
Garter, is it?

Go on.

Wrecking people's marriage is quite the
reverse.

I'd say my club -libbed parties provide
an outlet, a safety valve.

Fact is, I've probably saved a lot of
marriages. What, by allowing a lot of

the best of both worlds?

Ah, listen, 65 % of my inquiries come
from women.

Married, frustrated, bored, restless
women.

This vital social service of yours, how
exactly does it work?

Well, people respond to my advert, I
have a chat with them, interview if you

like, weed out the perverts and the
nutters, and clients come to the parties

host here every Monday and Thursday
evening.

Thursday? Yeah.

And how much does this service cost?

£300 to join, another £200 per party.

My clientele are upscale, high
-achieving, professional people.

They feel safe if they pay that kind of
money.

Did this woman attend your parties?

That's Jackie Aston. She was murdered,
strangled. Last Thursday night.

Now, you really don't need us turning up
mob -handed at one of your little

soirees, do you?

Discretion's your currency, after all.

Yes.

Yes, what?

She was here Thursday night. Thank you.
What time did she leave?

Early, about eight -ish.

Did she leave alone?

Who did she leave with, Henry?

Mark Drummond. Mark Drummond. Yeah,
look, Mark's a good guy. I mean, he

wouldn't... You got a number for this
Mark Drummond?

We'll need the numbers of all your other
clients as well, past and present. No,

look, I don't keep records. People
almost always pay cash.

You go through my incoming calls, you'll
find most of them come from pay phones

or workplace phones and false names are
used.

I mean, Mark Drummond's probably not
even his real name.

Adultery's the most secret world, by
definition.

Do you have a word, please?

Henry Collingwood character.

When's his next party?

Monday night, 7 till 9.

7 till 9?

That makes sense if you're promoting
adultery.

Party finishes at nine. You can get a
click and a quickie and still catch the

last train home for the wife and kids.
One can only ponder the sanctity of

marriage. Talking of which, you may
benefit from Dr. Parviz's recently and

expensively acquired expertise in
psychological profiling. Good morning,

Good morning.

Morning, Dr. Parviz. Right.

Statistics put this kind of killer in
his 30s or 40s. He's likely to be white,

consider himself heterosexual, and more
often than not is a member of the

professional classes. Well, that lets
you out of the frame.

It already sounds like this Drummond
fellow.

On the surface, a man like this will
appear strong, smooth, probably very

and ordered.

Under the surface, however, he's an
isolated loner. If Drummond was at a

Blueberry party, he's married.

Hardly an isolated loner, is he?

A man can be married and still alone.

He's intelligent, but he has a high
regard for his own intelligence.

In fact, he's vain, believes himself to
be cleverer than most people.

His inner life is likely to be tormented
in constant turmoil, driven by demons.

He feels weak and insecure, especially
when confronted by strong, independent

women who are sexually proactive.

Faced with women like this, he has a
compulsion to exert control, to

Hence his chosen method of killing,
strangulation, slow and controlled.

That's the shark we're hoping to hook.

Get on to Collingwood.

Irritate him into cooperating. Hang on,
are you suggesting some kind of

undercover thing? Quick set -up. Short,
sweet and simple.

Dr. Parviz, bait.

A woman with the profile of our victim.

Early 40s, attractive, intelligent, a
highly motivated, career -orientated

female in a position of some authority.
Well, this Henry Collingwood might be

the scum of the earth, but his DNA does
not match the semen found on the victim.

No justice, is there?

What? What's that?

Susan, dig out your bingo dress.

We're going undercover.

Undercover work.

Subterfuge.

Adventure.

Made a man of me, you know.

Being someone else.

Best way to find out who you really are.

Yes,

you made a name.

Best chance of you slipping up.

You're Susan McGann.

Head of distribution for a...

Major newspaper and magazine company,
your husband's area.

So you can talk about it with authority.

No, authority is what our guy goes for.
Hates it in women, according to the

latest in voodoo psychology.

How do you do another holiday soon?
Well, you've got a point, sir.

Should we really be based on... Are you
questioning my case strategy? Well, no,

sir. I'm simply questioning the wisdom
of an undercover operation based on

speculative psychology.

You think I don't know it's speculative?

Of course it's speculative.

I'm not prepared to ignore it.

Dr. Parvez has given us enough to
suggest that he may kill again.

If that's even a 1 % possibility, I want
it ruled out, buried, as a priority.

Now, our victim was last seen at one of
these parties. She left with a man

called Drummond.

Identify him and we can pick him up.

It's not as if anyone's asking you to...
To sleep with him?

You're a detective, Susan, not a
courtesan.

You're married, you live in Essex. Now
that is smart.

Maximise the truth, minimise the lies.

Just like having an affair, really.

He scrubs up well, doesn't he? Mm.

Ah, Henry, how are you? Richard, how are
you? Nice to see you.

Good to be here.

Hi.

Susie! Come in.

Come in.

Gang's all here.

Glass of bubbly? Love one.

Thanks.

And, uh, Drummond?

Uh, not here yet.

Look, Mark Drummond is not...

I interview a lot of people for this
club. I can spot the weirdos. Nothing

under my radar.

You're looking in the wrong place.

This is a very controlled and safe
environment.

Excuse me.

Craig, how are you?

Nice to see you.

Just like the school disco, isn't it?

Yeah, just as nerve -wracking as I
should have been through the first time.

come on, Susan, forget the female
bonding.

Get us a man.

You get used to it.

You've been here before, then? Third
time in the last year. And?

Mark Drummond.

No, thanks.

Henry. Now, my mother would call him
Dissy.

Mark Drummond.

The women here are divided into two
categories.

Those that have slept with Drummond and
those that want to sleep with Drummond.

And which one do you fall into?

Both. Ladies.

Tony, Clive, this is...

So what's your story, Susan?

Well, Tony, I work in a mortuary. I
break the bones so you can get the

into the drawers.

Right.

Why does Susan get such a humour?

Birthday present?

Luke, Frank, you've done a work.

Darling.

Talking to yourself.

First sign of sanity.

Mark Drummond.

Married, professional male, late 30s,
non -smoker, good sense of humour.

Enjoyed jazz, theatre, dining in, dining
out, getting caught in the rain.

Hello, Susan McGann.

Married, hates Pina Colada and wonders
what the hell she's doing here.

Enjoying the view, maybe?

Lashes himself a bit, doesn't he?

Yeah. So does your husband know that
you're here doing this? No, does your

Oh.

Well, they've got something in common
then, haven't they? Maybe they should

together. Maybe they already have. Maybe
it's us who are the mugs.

I'm sensing something about you.

You're not what you seem.

And what am I seeing?

Well, you seem like every other woman in
here.

What am I really like?

Vulnerable.

I'm thinking of suggesting that you give
me your number.

No.

But I'll take yours.

Have we got a bite here, Frank?

Maybe, Lou.

This doesn't commit me to calling you,
no?

I think we're the last people in the
world to get hung up about commitment.

Mark, how about that drink?

Good night, Mrs. McCann.

Good night.

Sylvia.

How are you?

If

I

didn't know any better, I'd say you were
flirting with him, Mrs. McGann. I

wasn't exactly flirting with him, Luke.
You're looking a little bit flushed,

Sue. The old adrenaline thingy in the
vein there.

That's a brown coat suit.

Ed, the guy in the brown court suit. I
want to follow him home. Who is he and

what's his story?

He's leaving now.

Stay with him.

Okay, Frank, we've got him.

So what do you think, please?

You were up close and personal. Is he
our guy?

What's your gut say?

What's your head say? What's your heart
say?

Well, the whole ensemble, Luke, says
proceed on the basis of physical

Oh, legally obtained evidence, Susan.
Oh, that's just an unofficial DNA check.

Establishes whether or not Turner got me
not exactly flirting with a deranged

psychopathic killer. Well, let's try and
keep an open mind, can I?

Deranged psychopathic killers are just
misunderstood.

Can I try and understand them?

It's Jeff Chalmers.

Lucy's father?

What the hell does that mean?

I'm not sure.

Okay, talk to him. I know, I know.

Proceed on the basis of the physical
evidence.

What do you want?

Club Libero.

Yeah, what about it? It's one of my
contracts.

Really? Yeah.

I've known the guy that runs it, Henry
Collingwood, for a lot of years now. We

used to play rugby together.

He's helped me a lot, this Henry. He got
me my first couple of contracts when I

came out of the pub business.

He's practically part of the family.

He's a nice guy.

Knows how to handle people with tact and
sensitivity, unlike some.

So he uses my cards for his Club Libero.

What's this about?

Jackie Afton.

The murdered woman thrown from the tower
block.

Yeah? So what's your problem? Oh, my
problem, Jeff, is that she was someone's

daughter too and she was at a club
libero party the night she was killed.

So?

Last Thursday, where were you?

My daughter's wedding with us. No,
Thursday afternoon. I'm talking about

Thursday night. Well, I came home on my
own.

I don't understand. What do you want
from me? DNA sample.

So we can rule you out.

All right.

Okay, fellas, I've run Jeff Chalmers'
DNA and Mark Drummond's DNA against the

semen found on your victim, and you've
got yourselves a match.

Before she died, Jackie Aston had sex
with... Mark Drummond.

Thanks, Simon.

OK, but it doesn't rule out Geoff Choms.

Sorry, Luke, but for the moment, it does
rule him out. Until I've got some solid

evidence, I am not prepared to harass a
man whose family life's just imploded.

No, you prefer to harass Mark Drummond,
Mrs McGann.

Yes, actually, I would prefer to harass
him.

Right, you and Alison, turn a screw on
him.

He doesn't know that we know he had sex
with a victim, so if he lies about it,

I'd say we've got our man.

And we have him now for an arrest.

This way.

Mark Drummond, 16 years married, family
home in Winchester, no kids, works up

here in the city.

Little pad in Bayswater.

Loveness.

Double life of a serial adulterer.

Or possible serial killer.

Right, Luke, you're off the leash.

If you have my permission to get in
there and wind him up. Let's see what's

under the surface, yeah?

You ready?

Thank you for giving up your time, Mr
Drummond.

We do appreciate it.

We'd like to talk to you about Club
Liberal.

You attend Club Liberal parties?

Yes, I do.

And you meet a lot of women at these
parties, married women?

One or two. One or two.

Let's try one.

Jackie Acton. Do you know her?

What's this about? Just answer the
question, please.

Do you know this woman?

Come on, lie to us.

Lie to the police.

Yes, I know her.

How do you know her?

Well, I may be speculating here, but I
think you know the answer to that

question. We do the laconic sarcasm,
Marky. You do the answering.

I met her at a club libero party.

When? Last Thursday night.

We went back to my flat and we had sex.

Good for you.

Another notch on your bedpost, eh?

Then what happened?

She left.

Catched the last train home. To her
husband?

What time did she leave your love pad?

Just after 11.

Had something happened to her? She was
killed 11 .30 at the earliest.

Why are you suddenly so concerned?

It's not as if you're going to call her,
is it?

What's happened to Jackie?

Right, we're done.

You can go.

What? Off you go.

Back to your Cointreau ad lifestyle.

Yeah, it is funny.

It is funny.

The baggage -free affairs, the...

Easy but sleazy sexual transactions.

That's probably what you keep telling
yourself.

I don't know what you're talking about.

These women at Club Liberal, they're not
smart, are they?

Or sussy, or empowered.

They're a bit sad.

Vulnerable.

Desperate.

And vultures, ex -vultures like you,
thrive on that.

They sniff it out and take full
advantage of it.

How does it feel once you're done?

And once she leaves and you're left
alone?

You and your medallion and your black
silk sheets and your Barry White

It must feel pretty empty inside.

But you can't control it. You keep going
back.

All that physical intimacy, but no
closeness, no emotion. It's not real.

not real. You're half a man, mate.
That's what you are.

Got a point you want to make?

I'm sorry.

I'm tired.

I haven't been sleeping well lately.

Trouble constant?

No. Not at all.

Well, he's only admitted what he knows
we can prove.

We have neither witnesses nor forensic
evidence to nail him.

Yes, but we do have enough for an
arrest.

We should go in hard.

The search is flat. It's only been four
days since Jackie Afton was killed.

Bloodless killing, Susan. We find hair,
skin cells, clothes, fibres, but nothing

that actually proves he killed her. He's
not denying that she was in his flat.

I'm beginning to feel very expendable
here, sir. You are, Susan.

But your death would leave this place
rudderless for a couple of days until I

found a suitable replacement.

All right.

If we're serious about this, then let's
do it right.

While I'm with him... You interview his
wife and don't hold back so that when

you leave... She's straight on the
phone.

What's this club rubber remark?

Who's Jackie Aston? I don't know who
Jackie Aston is, honey.

Wife goes, funny that, because the cops
think you strangled her to death and

they found your semen on her body. So
while I'm sitting opposite him over

drinks... His whole smug, well -ordered,
compartmentalised little world is

imploding.

Mrs Drummond?

Yes?

Uh, DS Lou Stone.

I'd like to talk to you about your
husband, Mark.

Mark Drummond's not my husband.

The divorce came through last week,
after two years' separation.

I haven't seen Mark in all that time. So
why'd your marriage break up? His

affairs? Affairs? No.

Mark took our marriage vows very
seriously.

Problem is, I don't know whether that
was because he loved me or because he's

just so... rigorous.

We got married at 18 and, well, we
decided... No.

I decided the marriage was over.

When it's called.

Mark was... He's an engineer. He's neat
and tidy and fastidious, a bit of a

control freak, and I'm, well... Me.

God, two years.

I don't know, apart from the sex, I
don't really miss him.

Anyway, this is about...

Why are you so interested in Mark?

We suspect him of murder.

A woman named Jackie Aston.

Found a semen on her.

Oh, excuse me.

He's late.

Ten minutes late.

Never trust a man whose shoes are too
shiny.

Never trust a man who says he's a
feminist.

Mark is one of life's loners.

I could never find out what was under
the surface with him, but... But there

something.

Something he keeps hidden.

I don't know.

Quite a lot, he'd get these night
terrors.

Waking up, screaming, covered in sweat,
crying like a baby sometimes.

Frightened.

Tormented. And he just wouldn't tell me
what he was dreaming about.

He wouldn't share it with me.

16 years.

I didn't really know him.

Is there anybody who really knows him?

He used to drink in this bar every
night, up in London.

Funny thing is, he hates alcohol.

But he'd sit with a couple of soft
drinks and talk to the barman, night

night.

Got a name?

Yeah, um...

I met him once, briefly. He was a nice
guy.

Had his daughter with him. She was a
pretty little thing.

Um, Jeff... Uh, Jeff Chambers?

Chalmers.

Yeah, that's it.

Jeff Chalmers.

Never trust a man who wears a shirt and
tie with jeans.

Never trust a man who calls a job a gig.

And on no account trust a man who has
female friends.

Tell that to the Thorgiani.

Never trust a man who checks himself out
even though he's 20 minutes old.

Don't worry, I'm late for the crisis at
the office.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Mineral water, please.

OK, two. Thank you.

I was afraid you might not tell her. Why
not? Second thoughts?

I've been to Club Libero, Mark. I think
second thoughts are over.

I've been thinking about you.

A lot.

Why?

Why don't you answer it, Mark? Remember,
you're deceiving, not me.

When? When did it go?

No, I don't know why.

I've no idea.

Look, I can't talk.

Can I ring you back?

Yeah, go on.

I'm not trying to avoid talking about
it. Yeah.

She called him yet, Frank?

As we speak, Luke.

Yes. Yes.

I would say that Mark Drummond is now
aware he's a murder suspect.

Yeah, OK, but there's a lot more going
on with him than we thought.

Want to talk about it?

I'm not a talker.

We had plenty of talking at the party
the other night.

That was small talk. You don't do big
talk.

It's not my thing.

Well, comes the time to live on the way.

You really are not what we've seen.

You're not like the other women at those
parties.

What is it, Susan? What's going on?

There's something there, something
you're holding back.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Let me play detective.

There are two reasons why women come to
club liberal parties.

Either they're bored with their husbands
or it's a knee -jerk reaction to him

having an affair.

Now,

If you were bored with your husband,
you'd do something about it.

Sarah?

Come on, Sue. Keep it a secret.

Okay, then.

The other week...

He didn't shut down the computer
properly, and I found an email from

called Sabrina.

As in teenage witch.

24 -year -old teenage witch.

Does he know you know? Are you going to
let him know that you know?

I'm not sure what I'm going to do.

Maybe it's a one -off.

Maybe it will never happen again. Yeah,
well, maybe he was drunk. Maybe it was

the heat of the moment. Maybe it was
something he had to get out of his

I did not get married for my life to be
screwed up by maybes.

Right.

Your turn, Mr Drummond.

What's the bill of health on your
marriage?

I'm sorry.

I have to go.

Nobody else knows.

Look, something happened.

I have to go.

What? Isn't your wife?

No, it's not that.

Look, you want to know why I go to Club
Nibiru parties?

Brief, baggage -free affairs, that's
why.

Nice, easy transactions between two
people in stable marriage. Oh, really?

your wife know she's in a stable
marriage? I don't have a wife.

I'm divorced.

There. You have a secret from me.

You got any more secrets?

You really are very curious about me.
No, I'm just interested, Mark. I'm

to get to know you.

But, of course, that's exactly what
you're trying to avoid, isn't it?

Divorced man who dates married women.

You don't want anyone asking questions,
do you?

Or caring about you.

OK.

It's fine.

I'm a good girl now.

I'll get over it, and I'll get the bill.

I have to go.

I'll be at Club Libero on Thursday.

Club Libero. Everything revolves around
Club Libero, Mark.

Drummond is a member.

Jeff Chalmers has the private car hire
contract.

Why does Drummond pretend he's still
married?

Normally married men pretend to be
single, not... Well, that's the point,

you see. Married women having affairs
cover their tracks makes it harder for

to investigate their murder.

Now, Club Libero is the perfect resource
where they can identify their victims.

They identify their victims?

Dr. B?

Well, it's possible we could be looking
at team killers here. Mark Drummond,

Jeff Chalmers, the seducer, and perhaps
the assassin.

Drummond and Chalmers egging each other
on. Each giving the other permission to

enact fantasies previously thought to be
socially unacceptable.

Please, this isn't voodoo psychology.

Your words.

Well, team killers or not, we're
focusing on Drummond.

You've established a connection with
him. He trusts you.

He's already revealed one secret to you.

You're working very well, Susan.

Clever. Telling him about your husband
having an affair.

Your husband's having an affair?

Please, do you really think I'd reveal
something like that in front of you lot?

I was trying to win his confidence. And
hang on, if they're right about this

team killer thing, Jeff Chalmers will
recognise me. Exactly, he'll recognise

and warn Drummond.

That's as good as admitting they're in
it together.

Just out of interest, does my personal
safety come into play here at all?

Susan, your personal safety is our main
consideration at all times.

As is the personal safety of his next
victim.

If he's the killer.

That's what we're trying to establish.

You don't think Drummond's a hard guy,
do you?

Just keeping an open mind.

Come on, Susan, look at him.

The more we uncover about him, the
dodgier he gets.

Divorced, but still pretends to be
married.

And even his own wife of 16 years
doesn't know what's going on inside his

I mean.

You know what's going on inside your
husband's head, don't you? He's a loner,

he tells a few white lies. That does not
make him a killer. So what's all this

about?

I mean, Drummond turns out to be an old
mate of Geoff Chalmers, and Geoff

Chalmers does the driving for Henry
Collingwood, and is a bunch of club

swingers. Geoff probably even told
Drummond all about club libero. So

starts going to the club and identifies
a victim.

He hooks her.

and Charmander's outside waiting to
drive Drummond and the victim to

they go to do whatever they do. Tell me,
Luke, is it the team killer theory that

infatuates you here, or is it just
Annie? That's below the belt, Susan.

just... Look, the team killer theory is
the best we've got.

It explains everything, and it all adds
up. No, Luke, it is still just a theory.

So let's prove it or disprove it, either
way. What do you mean? Well, you're so

keen to throw me out there as bait,
fine, I'll be bait.

See if they try their little scam on me.

According to your theory, I am their
perfect victim. So, Club Libero Thursday

night. Well, it's as good as invited me
anyway.

Mark? Mm -hm?

You OK, Susan?

This undercover stuff getting a bit too
personal for you, I mean, I'll be...

Luke, if I wanted counselling, I'd go
see a shrink. OK, OK, I was just...

What is it?

It's a picture of Lucy.

Yeah, it's at the crime scene. What
about it?

Stuff about Susan's husband having an
affair.

Isn't that true?

No. Well, how would I know? Well, you
would listen to it, live and

You know, if I was a chick, which I'm
obviously not, I'd never get married.

Oh, thanks for that. Yeah, sorry.

How is, uh... Kenny. His name's Kenny.
Kenny's fine. He's a plumber, isn't he?

A sanitary design engineer.

It's kind of old -fashioned, isn't it,
Al? Getting engaged.

Didn't seem that way back in Aberdeen.

But since I came down here, people see
my ring and they make me feel like, oh,

don't know, like Kenny owns me in some
way.

What? What's wrong?

He goes from the ring.

Luke!

Climbing picture.

Taken immediately after the murder.

See her ring? Her left hand. She's not
wearing her engagement ring.

She hasn't got it on here.

Um, your point is... Sorry, Al.

Give it to me again.

It's a profiling thing.

Well, as regards the killer or killers,
it's a textbook pattern... That's it, a

textbook pattern that gets us looking in
completely the wrong place, following

completely the wrong trail. You're
trying to make me look stupid, aren't

No. Annie, it's not your fault, really.

You're just doing your job. I just think
it's possible we've got it wrong here.

Look, Jackie Astin. Suppose she was the
collateral damage. What's she saying?

That Jackie Astin wasn't the murder
victim, she was the murder weapon.

And Tom Simpkins, the groom -to -be.

With the victim.

On duty or just here for the cheap
thrills? What do you know about Jeff

Chalmers? Jeff?

Guy does your car.

Jeff's a good man. I've known him since
we both had 32 -inch waistlines.

What happened to him and poor Lucy?

Oh, shit.

Sorry, guest to divert.

Hi.

Luke, where are we going? Lucy, we need
to talk to Lucy.

Why are you taking me?

Because she's a young girl and I think
I'm going to need some help.

Really? Yeah, really.

OK.

Infront of your husband, yeah?

I'm scared.

18 years of marriage, Mum.

And you don't want to throw it all away?

No. No, I don't. I really don't.

I've never not been a part of a family.

Maybe it's my fault. I should have seen
it coming. I got too caught up in my

work.

He created this situation, not you. He's
the one that's breaking his marriage

vows. He's the one that will be throwing
it all away.

Oh, you make a great marriage guidance
counselor for a divorcee.

You know, things have changed.

This is all over for me.

Why?

So many questions, Susan.

Do you ever wonder what it would be like
to fall from a great height?

What it would feel like?

The things that would run through your
mind knowing that you were about to die.

And how it would feel that last endless
second before you hit the ground.

No, I don't have those kind of morbid
thoughts, Mark.

Let's hope he doesn't take her up on the
roof and experiment.

Hmm.

No, we want sex with her first.

Then he strangles her.

Then he throws her off the building.
That's the pattern.

Right now the pattern's not very
comforting, Frank.

Yeah, well, that's the dream I've been
having for years.

The same nightmare.

That I'm fallen from a great height.

A very common dream, Mark. No. You see,
in my dream, I don't wake up before

I hit the ground.

I die.

I hit the ground and I die.

Maybe that's what brings me here.

The idea that... One night I might be
with someone, the right someone, and

I won't have that dream.

You're here for the No Strings Affairs,
remember, Mark?

Yeah, well, that's over. And before you
ask me why, maybe it's over because

I found the right woman.

Oh, I don't do redemption, Mark. Drinks,
dinner, theatre, yes. Redemption, a

little bit out of my league. I'm talking
crap, aren't I? You've been talking

crap since I first met you. I'm sorry.
It's the effect you have on me.

What's happening?

I don't know.

Susan, come home with me.

OK.

I'd like that.

What's she doing, Ali?

I'm... I'm not sure.

I'm sorry, but I still don't see how
Lucy's engagement ring can lead us to

murderer. Luke, are you sure you've got
this right?

90%.

Lucy,

we need to talk to you.

This is my colleague, Dr Parvez.

I gave my statement already.

What do you want? Why are you... Where's
your engagement ring?

Told you I threw my engagement ring
away. On the morning of your wedding

Yes.

This was taken the night Tom died.

Two days before your wedding. You see?
No ring.

You're not wearing your engagement ring.

But you told us you didn't throw it away
until the morning of your wedding.

He took it from you, didn't he?

The man who killed Tom.

Tom was the intended victim, wasn't he?

You know who killed Tom, but you've been
protecting him.

Why?

Does he have some kind of hold over you?

Is he trying to prove that you belong to
him, that he'll never let you go?

He didn't want Tom to have you, so he
killed him. And he made you give him the

ring, to make you understand that you
belonged to him.

And that if you ever tried to escape
again, He will punish you.

He came to me after my mother died.

After your mother died?

After the funeral.

He called it comforting me and told me
that he loved me and

that I mustn't tell.

It was our secret.

Our romantic secret.

Lucy, when your mother died, you were
13.

I thought Tom could protect me, but he
couldn't.

He's coming for me tonight to comfort
me.

Look at me, Lucy.

Okay, heads up, lads.

Looks like the party's coming to a
close.

Right, I want everyone keeping a sharp
eye out for Drummond.

Don't forget about that man.

Yeah, that would be good.

Uh -uh, not that way, Susan.

But I thought we were getting a car. We
are. My car. I didn't know we had a car.

It's a whizzy park.

Come on, it's this way.

I still can't see them. Where are they?
I'm not sure.

Hey, hang on, hang on.

Is this them?

Oh, shit.

Has anybody got them on a visual?

Nothing, Frank. Nothing here. Anybody?

Nothing.

Just here, this way. Mark?

Luke, what is it? I can't... I don't
understand.

Actually, where are you, Mark? I told
you.

Just down here.

I've got my car keys right here.

Yeah, yeah, OK, Luke. I get the whole
picture, but... Well, you're not having

second thoughts, are you? No, I just...
What's that?

An engagement ring.

An engagement ring.

Do you know what, Mark? I think I am
having second thoughts.

Why, don't you trust me?

You can't trust anybody, can you?

No one's quite what they seem, eh? Get
off the phone, Ali. Sorry, Luke. Got a

call. I was right about you from the
start.

You're not what you seem.

But then maybe I'm not either.

For all you know, I could be some kind
of psychopathic killer.

That's what the police think.

They think I strangled a woman to death.

Mark?

Be careful, mate. She's a cop -off. What
did he say?

What did he say, then? I didn't hear
him. What did he say? Don't worry, Jeff.

I know she's a cop.

Frank, we're at the back of the...

David gone dead.

OK, boys, we need to go now. Round the
back of the house.

Risky, Susan, what you're doing.

If you really believe that I'm a
killer... Mark, listen.

You know, you almost had me.

I almost believed that you were ready to
be with me.

Were you?

Do you want to be with me?

Susan! Frank, we're here. Down here.

You all right, Susan?

Yeah, we're fine. Everything's just
fine.

Mr. Chalmers, you're free to go. And
you. You still haven't answered my

question, Susan. I've said you're free
to go. My car really is this way.

Move.

Move!

Go home, Mr Drummond.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. What the hell is going
on? Luke phoned. The goalposts have been

moved. He wants you to call him. Well,
why did we let those two go? Because 20

minutes from now, we've got a trap to
close.

Hello, Lucy.

I don't... I don't need to touch me,
Henry.

Let's go, Stas.

I'm not... I'm not a child.

No, Lucy, you are a child.

Tom's dead.

I told you your marriage wouldn't
happen, didn't I?

Tom wasn't right for you. I told you I'd
stop it.

You didn't believe me.

But you believe me now, eh?

You see how powerful I am, Lucy?

I'm not a child.

Lucy, you are a child.

A child who doesn't ever tell, because
if you tell, your dad will find out and

the police will find out and they'll all
hate you and they'll think you're an

evil little slut.

Now, I know that's not true, Lucy.

I know you're a sweet little angel, but
that's what they'll think. They won't

understand.

That's not right.

That's not true.

We're going upstairs, Lucy.

Now. No.

Am I going to have to force you, Lucy?

Am I going to have to force you?

Force is not an option, Henry.

No means no.

I'll make you return Lucy's ring to her,
but you don't have it, do you?

And why haven't you got the ring, Henry?

Because you planted it on someone else.

Get her thinking Jackie Afton's the
intended victim.

Following the textbook serial killer
patterns from Jackie to the Club Libero

Mark Drummond.

Until now.

Lucy. Back off.

Back off.

You're pathetic.

Look at him, Lucy.

Look at this man.

This is a weak man.

A weak, pathetic excuse for a man.
You're free of him now.

Party's over, Henry.

You follow us down. OK, sir.

At the party, he tells Drummond I'm a
cop. So Drummond goes off at you, we

in, huckle him, search him and find a
ring. Mm -hm.

Never trust a man who wrecks marriages
for a living, eh?

So I hear you're turning into me.

Well, where you handled Lucy.

You were very sensitive in your old age.

Surprisingly sensitive. Female friends,
Max.

Let's walk before we can run, eh?

So I was never in any real danger from
Mark Drummond.

Depends what you mean by danger.

Right. Got to go.

Susan. Mm -hm?

Don't you turn into me.

Do something stupid.

What the hell's going on here? What have
they told you? Well, they told me that

Henry killed Tom. I can't believe it.
Now, why would he want to kill Tom? Come

on, let's go somewhere and let's talk,
please. What the hell's going on here?

Let's go somewhere and talk, please.
What's going on?

What do you think, Dewey?

Dewey's our family leader, officer.

Hi, Dewey.

Colin would set me up. Mm -hmm.

I have to follow you and Jackie home.
Wait until she left then.

It was all about blindsiding us.

And about you blindsiding me.

All that stuff about your husband having
an affair.

Sorry.

You have another question for me,
haven't you?

Yep.

Collingwood, did he tell you I was a cop
at the beginning of the party or at the

end?

The beginning.

So there you were, pretending not to be
a cop, and there I was, pretending not

to know that you were a cop.

So when we kissed... When we kissed, we
were both faking. We were both faking.

In another life, eh?

I don't know the life, Mark.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs. McGann.

Me? Yeah, I know what time it is.

No, I can't wait. I need to talk to you
about something.

Sabrina, 24 -year -old teenage witch.